[ Hearing her moan his name like that is encouraging, addictively so and he starts to work his fingers into her quicker, two becoming three that spread and curl and drag inside of her with each pull out. He tries to be subtle in reaching down to adjust himself because every part of this is an absolute turn on, but he can't help his own low groan at the contact and, just a little, give himself some relief. Or make things worse for himself, probably the latter in the end. ]
[ she glances at him through half-lidded eyes at the sound he makes, and makes a mental note for the near future—but then his fingers curl inside her again, and she can't contain herself anymore, crying out sharply and tightening around him.
she's good at keeping her wits about her, but—maybe just this once she can let herself go with it. relax into it for a little bit. ]
[ Aster is all for relaxing and going with it, even if he has no insight into her thoughts right now. All he's thinking about is pulling her through his orgasm, easing out his fingers and letting his mouth take care of her as she comes back down, diligently licking her over with care not to overstimulate her. ]
[ Sitting back on his heels after discretely wiping his face because he can hardly present himself as his mess to his master, though he does have to shift a bit to try and make the bulge in his pants less noticeable. ]
[ she sets herself upright to sitting on her knees, legs tucked beneath her—face still lightly flushed—and leans in, smoothing her hands up his thighs very slowly. ]
[ which is said with an air of bemusement, as she finishes getting his pants undone.
she perhaps angles to ??fix?? his hand placement problem by clasping his hand with her now-free one, and taking the tip of his index finger into her mouth very suggestively. ]
I cannot help but be excited when it is my lady doing t-this-
[ The thought putters out when she does that to his finger, congratulations on your super red-in-the-face servant making a helplessly turned on noise. ]
[ honestly she doesn't need to make sucking on his finger as sexy as possible because she's already got her hand on his cock but never let it be said that she does not go the extra mile in every endeavor.
she keeps lazily stroking at him, in long, drawn-out motions—maybe a little too drawn-out—glancing up at him and his reactions through her eyelashes. ]
[ Aster, at least, is nothing but expressive. His face is fully flushed and without a hand to muffle himself, his restrained moans and murmurs are quick to fill the air around them. ]
A-Ah-mmm, my lady...
[ His hips also start to buck into her hand, losing control of himself from her touch AND the thought of her touch. ]
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she's good at keeping her wits about her, but—maybe just this once she can let herself go with it. relax into it for a little bit. ]
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Mm... that was—a good start to the day. You were right.
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I'm glad I could help My Lady relax.
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[ she props herself up on her elbows, and starts to sit up. ]
Though, to think in the first place I was trying to give you something for being so diligent...
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[ she sets herself upright to sitting on her knees, legs tucked beneath her—face still lightly flushed—and leans in, smoothing her hands up his thighs very slowly. ]
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[ He won't MOVE but he's definitely looking more flustered than he did a hot second ago between her legs. ]
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[ But he's not about to move away either. ]
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You're not worried I'll overexert myself, are you? I think I'd have to try pretty hard to do that.
[ ...and then very carefully but firmly smooths her hand upwards over the bulge in his pants. ]
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[ Don't just openly moan into your master's ear Aster that's very rude to do- nope there he goes, body jolting in response to her touch. ]
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See? So don't worry about it at all. Let me take care of you a little.
[ she presses a gentle kiss along the corner of his jaw, meanwhile undoing his pants with one hand and continuing to stroke at him with the other. ]
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[ Hands- what does he do with his hands while trying to hold himself still under her touches honestly. ]
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[ which is said with an air of bemusement, as she finishes getting his pants undone.
she perhaps angles to ??fix?? his hand placement problem by clasping his hand with her now-free one, and taking the tip of his index finger into her mouth very suggestively. ]
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[ The thought putters out when she does that to his finger, congratulations on your super red-in-the-face servant making a helplessly turned on noise. ]
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[ honestly she doesn't need to make sucking on his finger as sexy as possible because she's already got her hand on his cock but never let it be said that she does not go the extra mile in every endeavor.
she keeps lazily stroking at him, in long, drawn-out motions—maybe a little too drawn-out—glancing up at him and his reactions through her eyelashes. ]
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A-Ah-mmm, my lady...
[ His hips also start to buck into her hand, losing control of himself from her touch AND the thought of her touch. ]
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You make this really gratifying, you know.
So, like you asked me—what would you like? Should I continue like this? Or, I could use my mouth, or you could be between my legs...
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I- may I really choose, my lady... ?
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[ What if he just hides in his hands. ]
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Hm? Go on.
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Between your legs, my lady.
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