Dream Post XI

[wotanon]

[ sometimes NSFW is the post-bad game therapy that's needed. ]

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[identitypolitics]

Really? Is there really nothing I could grant to you? After all, I've woken up in such a good mood.

[wayofthehousekeeper]

Can it really be anything?

[identitypolitics]

A~ny~thing.

After all, having someone here who's so reliable... that puts me at ease.

[wayofthehousekeeper]

[ Miss, please. ]

Can I ask for a kiss?

[identitypolitics]

[ suffer,

and gently tilting his chin upwards— ]

I thought you'd never ask.

[wayofthehousekeeper]

[ He's absolutely going to perish both in and out of his dream, thanks. ]

Oh-

[identitypolitics]

[ enjoy, buddy

at which point she leans in, tucking her hand behind the back of his neck, to press her lips to his. ]

[wayofthehousekeeper]

[ She can probably FEEL the heat from his flushed face, honestly, but she can also feel the way he leans into the kiss eagerly. Oh nooo, kissing master, oh nooo. ]

[identitypolitics]

[ oh nooooo how could this have happened to him. oppression of good boys

well, she's happy to keep rewarding him for as long as he likes. she tugs him a little bit more into her space, fingers combing into his hair. ]

[wayofthehousekeeper]

[ /// ]

[ There's a clear shyness and hesitation, at first, that melts away quickly the longer they kiss, shifting forward to rest a hand against her side so he can lean more into her, his kisses warm and affectionate and underlined with neediness. ]

[identitypolitics]

[ man. he's really cute. what a nice lad. honestly, it would be really easy to let herself get lost in this entirely? she kisses him back tenderly, parting her lips to deepen it.

and also, very subtly, leans back just enough on her elbows so that she can make both of them lose their balance and drop back onto the futon. special service for the liege-lady experience ]

[wayofthehousekeeper]

[ Wow what smooth actions. Aster's quick to catch himself with a hand on the floor so he doesn't press all of his weight onto her, but he does use the closeness to meet her in deepening their kiss, emboldened enough to... touch her hair. /// ]

[identitypolitics]

[ wah... scandalous...

she leans into his hand on her hair, eyelashes fluttering gently, and breathes out a sigh. murmured— ]

Honestly, kiss me any time you want.

[wayofthehousekeeper]

[ Giving a breathy laugh in turn, turning his head to kiss her cheek. ]

If I did that, we wouldn't get anything done.

[identitypolitics]

Mm... that much?

Well, this is certainly encouragement to be efficient at work... to make a little extra time.

[wayofthehousekeeper]

[ Pressing a kiss to her neck. ]

If you're doing such a kind thing, I'll have to make sure the time is well spent.

[identitypolitics]

[ a sharp inhale— ]

You really are so perfectly dependable.

[wayofthehousekeeper]

[ Another kiss, lower. ]

I want to do my best for you.

[identitypolitics]

Ah, you’re—definitely doing that right now, already—

[ she tilts her head back, adjusting her hands to trail down the inside of his collar. ]

[wayofthehousekeeper]

[ He is definitely eager, with the way he keeps kissing over her neck and lower to her collarbone, a hand finding rest on her hip with intimacy. ]

Since you woke up on time... we do have some time before breakfast, my lady.

[identitypolitics]

Perfect. Ah—I’d hate to ruin the schedule you, ah, worked so hard on, after all—

[ she arches slightly, rolling her hips toward him; her hands trail lightly down his chest. ]

[wayofthehousekeeper]

You're far too thoughtful of me...

[ Aster's finally relaxing, his hand moving to her thigh to encourage her as he presses himself up against her, nibbling at her neck now. ]

[identitypolitics]

Well—mm, shouldn't someone so good be, ah—rewarded?

[ speaking of which—after some blind feeling-around, she successfully finds the hem of his shirt, tugging it upwards to warm her hands against his skin. a gentle further suggestion. ]

[wayofthehousekeeper]

I'd say the same to you, my lady.

[ He gives another kiss before shifting himself up for a moment so he can get his shirt off, going right back to kissing her neck once it's gone. ]

[identitypolitics]

[ extremely not bad. thank you sir

she tilts her head to the side to give him better access, also while taking a liberal moment just to—appreciate the shirtlessness with her hands, roaming across his skin.

and also, after a moment, tilts her head back toward him a little bit, to murmur quietly: ]

That reminds me—if you're going to help me get dressed later, shouldn't you get me undressed now?