》 @lahmine | ‘ “i want you to touch yourself for me.” ’
NSFW PROMPTS THAT DON’T SOUND LIKE A BAD PORNO / accepting.
He’s been half-expecting this for a while now.
Well, maybe not this specifically, but something. Ever since her humming in the kitchen stopped, he’s been waiting. Whatever she’d been doing must’ve gone into the oven (doubtless something delicious and sweet, as always).
What Linhardt doesn’t expect is the soft, breathy command by his ear. He hasn’t even heard her approach—but that’s not a surprise, since he’s been more focused on his research. Nevertheless, he smirks just a little and a faint hum of assent is like a purr in his throat. There’s something unnameable that he enjoys when Mercedes is greedy. He’s hardly going to deny her.
One hand rises from the book in his lap to tuck away some loose hair—blown free by Mercedes’ murmur—and linger. He grazes the pads of his fingers along the delicate skin of neck, head tilting a little where she’ll be able to watch. They don’t stay there long, though.
They move down to the base of his throat, right were the high collar of his shirt sits, and brush along the edge of the fabric too. It’s tempting for Linhardt to undo the button there and work his way in, but it’s also chilly with the recent coming of autumn. He settles for going down the outside, over his sweater too. The sensation is muted somewhat, but there’s still a faint hitch in his throat as he grazes over a nipple.
And then Linhardt stills, hand in place. Without looking at Mercedes, his expression turns subtly mischievous.
‘ Is that all you wanted, dear? ’