#teneboobism

[fvneralpyred]

@teneboobism asked:

[ 📲 text: ]  i’m touching myself right now and thinking about you. // :)... from Zenos~

Upon receiving this message, Hikari began a small ritual of actions. First, she put her tomestone facedown on her side table. Then, she proceeded to get up, fumble down the stairs of her bednook, and pace several laps around the room. She proceeded to pace for an extended period of time, absolutely flabbergasted and more than turned on by this on how to respond.

It then hit her that she had left ZENOS on read. Panicking, she flies up the stairs and grabs her tomestone. What the fuck does she even say to this? 'Ok'? How does she make this suitably sexy?

[ 📲 rival: ] how about you come over and do something about it instead

[ 📲 rival: ] touching yourself to the thought of me is nice and all, sure

[ 📲 rival: ] doubt it's as good as the real thing who's door is open and is wearing aught but a night shirt with the collar popped.

... and send. Was that too little? Too much? Now she had a headache.

[ironbloodcd-a]

@teneboobism​ because we need to awaken the true beast

     "... what?” He’s caught Albedo’s staring, and immediately, a flush rises up into Aether’s cheeks. He knows that look - and perhaps he should have anticipated it when he’d come out of the bath, long hair unbraided and damp with nothing but a towel around his waist.

     He’d foolishly assumed that the alchemist would be distracted by one experiment or another.

[fvneralpyred]

cont. w/ @teneboobism

[ > 📲 rival: ] what.

[ > 📲 rival: ] i did not. submit to you, that isn't what this

[ > 📲 rival: ] WHAT did you call me

Hikari's face, growing ever pinker, buried itself in the palm of her free hand as she navigated this blasted tomestone. She wouldn't dare deny the equality--the ever-present push and pull. But good girl?! Good girl?!? This entire thing was supposed to make her feel good to blow off steam, not feel pinned like a rabbit that ran afoul of the jaws of a hound.

Actually, worst comparison her brain could have made. She bites into the fabric of her sweater and angrily groans.

[ > 📲 rival: ] you like watching me squirm, don't you? gods you're annoying. I wish i could just.

Reach through the screen and strangle you.

[ > 📲 rival: ] maybe i am a good girl. maybe i want to be. is that a problem.

[excultum]

@teneboobism ‘s kuya wanted some head ;;

There’s no attempt to hide the pride that rolled off Eiden in slow and lazy waves, warming him from the inside out with the satisfaction of a job well done. Eiden is far from finished yet - ha! - but he knows his craft. His thumbs trace patterns of nothing into the meat of Kuya’s thighs, avoiding scratching with each sporadically deep thrust.

He’s well aware that Kuya’s trying to throw him off his game. But this is one of the few things where he could meet the fox toe-to-toe. And he can see this time! That’s a blessing in itself to Eiden. Each shiver of pleasure and greedily lip bite that goes across Kuya’s expression is locked away in that secret little tender part of Eiden’s heart; for lonely nights and his spank bank. Even if they’re blurry from the tears that are starting to cling to Eiden’s long eyelashes, they’re worth it to him.

However when they’re like this sentimentality is forgotten. There’s a reason Eiden’s knees are rubbing against the hard wooden floor, trapped in his clothes, and slurping like a starving man at a banquet. Eiden didn’t protest it one bit: he’s seen Kuya lay elaborate traps, but pounce with extreme speed once his prize was within reach. Tonight Eiden is happy to be that prize, as long as he remains interesting enough.

He couldn’t let Kuya get bored.

So Eiden lets himself get messy. Spit gathers at the corners of his mouth, easing every glide of his head. For just a moment Eiden slows down and pulls back so he can take a few deep breaths from his nose. In the meantime his tongue takes over the hard work as he gives the head teasing kitten licks. Before he can be reprimanded, Eiden sinks down and down - until his eyes are nearly all the way rolled back just so he can peer up at Kuya. Somehow he can still smile with a throat full of cock.