[It takes him a second, to catch his breath - another, after that, to straighten up again, flush absolutely rampant. His fingers twitch as he starts to reach toward his cock to adjust himself through the dress, but he stops halfway, painfully aware of the crowd]
It's possible. Then you'd have to walk like that. In your pretty dress, clinging to your cock after cumming while servicing me. Every picture showing off how effected you were.
[He's very red, but he moves to the table because, well, they have to do this! And]
[It is Very Hot.]
[It's best to just plunge in for these sort of things, which is why he does choose to sit on the table instead of the chair. Spreading his legs and he's. Very much not wearing underwear.]
[The flush goes darker still, when he sees Rye just settle himself on the table and spread his legs. He shifts, squirming a little, as he realizes this means he's not going to be able to take cover under the table like he'd planned]
[All around them, the audience members seated at their tables are turning to look, murmuring low and excited]
[His hand goes to his hair, petting it gently, his own legs shaking a bit in nerves, and humiliation, wings and tails shifting behind him, but he's committed to this.]
[Despite that, his cock is peaking out of the sheathe, his folds glistening.]
[He leans in, careful - starts with delicate kitten licks all along the head, tiny laps that cover every centimeter at least twice, lapping at the very tip as thoough to coax out precome]
[He gasps, shuddering at the little licks, heading falling back. Fingers still running through his hair.]
[It doesn't take much to coax his cock out if the sheath, each lick getting more, and the intensity of New, but also the eyes watching, it's a lot. A little pre already beading at the tip.]
[A soft, low moan leaves him, cock twitching under his tongue, folds tightening briefly at teasing licks.]
[The crowd is definitely paying attention. Murmuring to each other and starting to pull out phones.]
[His face burns in humiliation, but it just makes each lick feel just that much more, slick and pre forming under his mouth, fingers tightening in his hair briefly.] Gods, Hurricane....
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[Then the toys crank to full.]
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Hiccup -
[His voice is rough and unsteady; the flush has spread to his ears]
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That'd feel good, wouldn't? Cock down your throat, fingers working my cunt like a cute maid, and getting to feel that?
[There is the excited murmuring of fans and pictures.]
Maybe you'd even get to cum while servicing me.
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Ain't -
Ain't that gonna mess up my dress?
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It's possible. Then you'd have to walk like that. In your pretty dress, clinging to your cock after cumming while servicing me. Every picture showing off how effected you were.
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That's - but -
But everyone would see.
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They are gonna see everything anyway.
[Whispers in his ear.] And admit it....a little part of you is excited they will.
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I am too.
I'll let you fuck me first if it helps you get more comfortable.
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I wanna - like we said. I oughtta act the part.
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Then I'll make sure to take full advantage of the maid service.
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We, uh. We almost there?
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[Just a few buildings down is a cute cafe.]
Then my cute maid gets something to eat~
[He ignores the soft squees.]
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Sounds, uh. Sounds like a plan.
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[And he reaches the cafe, opening the door.] Choose a table for me to set the meal.
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The one in the corner...?
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[And]
[He's very red, but he moves to the table because, well, they have to do this! And]
[It is Very Hot.]
[It's best to just plunge in for these sort of things, which is why he does choose to sit on the table instead of the chair. Spreading his legs and he's. Very much not wearing underwear.]
Time to eat, my cute maid.
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[All around them, the audience members seated at their tables are turning to look, murmuring low and excited]
Ah - right.
L-lemme, like - right.
[And he goes, very carefully, to his knees]
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[Despite that, his cock is peaking out of the sheathe, his folds glistening.]
Be good for me, okay?
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I can - yeah.
[He shuffles forward on his knees, in easy reaching distance]
Should I just, like...?
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Let me feel your mouth.
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[It doesn't take much to coax his cock out if the sheath, each lick getting more, and the intensity of New, but also the eyes watching, it's a lot. A little pre already beading at the tip.]
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[When he gets there he tastes those, too, exploring softly]
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[The crowd is definitely paying attention. Murmuring to each other and starting to pull out phones.]
[His face burns in humiliation, but it just makes each lick feel just that much more, slick and pre forming under his mouth, fingers tightening in his hair briefly.] Gods, Hurricane....
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