Dream Post XI

[wotanon]

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

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[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]

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[ 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?

[wayofthehousekeeper]

[ Aster doesn't seem body shy, at least, though her running hands flush his features even more. He shifts his head to give her mouth a lingering kiss before leaning back once again. ]

Smart as always, my lady. Then, please excuse me.

[ Because he's about to be absolutely indulgent in kissing her body over as he slowly undoes the yukata she had apparently gone to bed with practiced hands. ]

[identitypolitics]

[ man. his actual liege is incredibly lucky, she's pretty sure

she makes a pleased, needy little sigh with every kiss, helping to wriggle her arms out of the sleeves; her toes curl slightly against the futon with anticipation. ]

[wayofthehousekeeper]

[ I mean see like two threads down for that. ]

[ When she arches to get her arms out of the sleeves is when he decides to give focus to her chest, flicking his tongue over her nipple before covering it with his mouth, lavishing swirls of his tongue while his fingers undo the already loosened tie around her waist. He's greedy, both to touch her and to see her reactions and he's very much willing to completely focus on her to get them. ]

[identitypolitics]

[ RIP to shirasagi and aster. good luck you wholesome nerds

If he wanted reactions he’s getting them; a breathy moan escapes her at his tongue against her breast, and she pushes up against him, mirroring that eagerness. ]

Aster, please—

[wayofthehousekeeper]

[ In turn he'll give her what she wants, switching to her other breast and letting his fingers smooth down to pull away the rest of the fabric over her legs, then rove back up to smooth over the inside of her thighs, gently coercing her legs to spread further. ]

How would you like me, my lady?

[ Though he might also tease a bit in the process. ]

[identitypolitics]

[ she doesn't require very much coaxing, legs giving way easily under his hands. though—

there's just a hairline of a pause as she has to do some complicated mental gymnastics through several layers of method acting + dream logic + ??her actual personality (alleged)?? ]

I somehow, ah—can't help but think of other places you could put your skill with your mouth to use—

Even if it's a shame that makes it hard to kiss you.

[wayofthehousekeeper]

[ Dreams are wild things like that, sorry for the wild roleplay aspect in this one. ]

I'll kiss you extra later to make up for it.

[ In fact he'll lean up to give her another lingering kiss on the lips while finally pressing a warm palm between her legs, rubbing over her slowly. ]

[identitypolitics]

[ she is always on like 5 levels of roleplaying so honestly it's normal it's just she's usually doing it consciously

she lets out a low moan, rolling her hips against his hand, and cupping both sides of his face gently with her hands, as if to hold the kiss a little longer. ]

I'll hold you to that.