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It's Fridayyyy, Fridayyy, gottagetdown on Fridayyyyyy~♫
I haven’t seen you on stage since. I like the idea, you should suggest it to the pimps. You know, pairings and sing a duet, whoever wins gets a evening off. I could do with that.
A paid night off would be even better but I don't see that happening. Maybe I will tell em, probably better to wait 'til the competition's over though. How've ya been, Ave?
It's Fridayyyy, Fridayyy, gottagetdown on Fridayyyyyy~♫
…We should have karaoke nights.
Trying your singing talent since dancing didn’t really work out?
Just trying to think of some fun for everyone. And hey, who said my dancing didn't work out?
It's Fridayyyy, Fridayyy, gottagetdown on Fridayyyyyy~♫
...We should have karaoke nights.
Bloody Valentine | Nathan&Dean
It wasnt the faint sound of sirens which had Nathan paralized on the couch. it had been the tender and soft touch of Dean’s lips upon his even after he’d said he loved him, after he’d said he didn’t wish for his help and yet was recieving it. Why was he doing this? Out of the goodness out of his heart? Out of pitty? or was it actually because he cared for him, maybe not in the same way as he cared for him, but a part of him actually did find sanctuary in him? It wasn’t a straight answer and it wasn’t one easily given but he pushed himself up, standing face to face with Dean again, not caring about the pains, not caring about the black spots on his eye sight. Hids hand rested and tucked into Dean’s soft curls and without thinking about it twice, he had his lips pushed upon his.Â
It was rough and hard and it was rather difficult to feel anything but pain from the touches but something told him he wanted it, he actually craved for it and it was blissfull. It took him a few moments to carry back out, to rise up from the ashes, but his body seemed to be at it’s limit and the second he fell, he clutched on to Dean, not wanting to let go. He smiled a little chuckled even as he looked up at Dean. “I guess I’ll be happy if I die at least.” he murmured as the ambulance people arrived into the living room and quickly had him carried away on a small bed.Â
Dean watched Nathan warily as he stood up and immediately he went to hold him in case he toppled over, but before he could even ask Nathan what he was doing, their lips were pressed together. Automatically Dean kissed Nathan back, mindlessly now, just wanting to hold Nathan as close to him as possible to make sure he was okay. For once Dean let Nathan control the kiss, moving his lips to allow him take the lead as he held onto Nathan's waist lightly. When their kiss ended Dean stared at the blonde boy sadly before frowning and shaking his head. "Don't say that," he croaked, grip tightening on his waist as he spoke. "You're not going to fucking die, Nathan, you're not allowed." He knew it sounded immature but it was true. He wouldn't let him die. As the medics helped Nathan onto a stretcher after they told them what had happened, Dean went to go with them but was stopped by a medic saying there wouldn't be enough room for Dean to go with them. "Call me when... when I can see him then," he said firmly, stubbornly, grabbing a pen and paper and writing his number down before shoving it into the medic's hand. "I'll... see you later, Nate," he called to Nathan, feeling his throat tighten as he watched the bruised boy being carried down the stairs to the ambulance. "Promise." He felt so fucking helpless and he hated it.
Private Show | Avery&Dean
Avery had to hold back a chuckle as Dean was obviously overacting. After all, she hadn’t even done much and he already groaned like crazy. At least he was one great actor, which the job would require anyways. No wonder he was Satin’s best male. And he was worth every minute of fun they have to pay. Just by looking at him, What a gorgeous guy, she thought to herself as she got back to work on his cock, her eyes never leaving his face. She let her tongue glide over his length once more, before parting her lips and pushing him into her mouth. Of course she couldn’t take him completely in just yet, so after a few times moving up and down she lifted her head again, doing her best to relax her jaw and pushed in once more. Her tongue was massaging him at the same time while she did her best to just suck on him as good as she could. Her hands had took hold on his hips, in support to push herself up and down to his base. Even though she didn’t want to, a few times she had to pull away to breathe. It was so exciting to do this for Dean, mainly because he was a professional aswell. And because he could probably really just tell her honestly after how it really was, and suggest her how to do her job just better.
Dean licked his lips subconsciously, watching Avery get to work on his achingly hard cock. He was surprised when she took him all the way down to the base and he couldn't help but let out a quiet grunt of pleasure at the warmth her mouth was giving him. He lifted one hand and ran it through her hair, winding the blonde strands through his fingers as he closed his eyes and jerked his hips up slightly. "Ngh, fuck, Ave..." He bit down on his lip, already feeling like he could come if he needed to, so he let her tend to him a little more before gently pushing her off of him, lifting her up under her arms and pushing her back down on the bed where he took a hold of her legs and draped them over his shoulders, grin back on his face now it was his turn. He leant down so his face was between her legs, his hands running up her thighs and gripping her hips as he licked a teasing stripe over her folds before dipping slightly into her core, all the while doing his best to maintain eye contact with her to watch her expressions.
Milestone || Lacey&Dean
Lacey could feel her heart sneaking the entire way up to her neck and beating there. Making it even harder to breathe properly through the excitement Dean’s closeness caused. She settled her turquoise hues onto his gaze, while she took a swig of his intoxicating scent that caressed her senses. She was in total peace and just enjoyed, his delicate touch on her bare skin as his fingers raked over her hipbone just to brush with his palm over her skin. Smiling softly to his words, she murmured “You aren’t bad yourself sir.”Â
His warmth encased her seductively when he rolled to his side and pulled her petite closer. Her soft flesh giving in against his chest, nestled softly onto him. She closed her eyes and rest her forehead against his chin, whispering “You are already making me happy. I am fine where I am, there is no chance that I will go back home.” Lifting her face lightly she nudged his chin with the tip of her nose, just to bring her face back against his and breathed softly “Let’s live today, who cares about tomorrow?” Smirking, she presses a tender kiss onto his lips. Her hand roaming up his chest and around his neck, she slowly hiked her fingertip along his hairline, twirling her fingertips into his short curls. Her lips form a cheeky grin as she stared into his eyes, letting her tongue hike once more over his lips. “This is worth every trouble.”
Dean watched her through lazy-hooded eyes, smiling at her words. "Yeah?" he responded after she said he made her happy. That made him feel good. Great, in fact, to just be able to know that he was helping someone he really did care about. "That's good to know," he said with a grin, glad she wouldn't be leaving so soon. He chuckled under his breath at her playful nudge, and his grin grew even wider at her next statement. When she put it like that it made things different. He was finding that a lot with Lacey, that she was helping him to see things through different perspectives. And then, as she locked her fingers into his hair and let her tongue dance across his lips, he knew his fighting was a lost cause. "Well when you say it like that..." he mumbled against her lips before swiftly flipping them over, pinning Lacey down beneath him, a playful grin on his face. It was unlikely anyone would find out about this anyway, and they weren't taking time out of work to do it...
He leaned down over her, nipping gently up the slender column of her throat, along her jawline and over her earlobe, one hand moving to her hair to cradle her head whilst his other hand ran down her waist, then back over her torso until he was cupping one of her breasts which he gently massaged. Already he was getting hard, just from seeing Lacey in her incredibly sexy lingerie. After giving her breasts enough attention his hand ran down her stomach lightly and teasingly ran down over her panties before he remembered there was no need to tease, or put on a show. He just wanted to make Lacey feel good and not regret doing something this risky. So pulling back, he sat up and looked down at her, still grinning, unable to hide his excitement and gently tugged her panties down over her thighs and down her legs and off her feet before leaning back over to kiss her. "You tell me if you want to stop and we will," he said, staring into her bright blue eyes. His feelings for Lacey were strange; he felt protective of her, wanting to guard her from the filth of Satin, yet here he was, lusting after her, wanting to do to her what clients did to her. He vowed he'd make it more special for her though, and it certainly helped that she wanted it too.
Bloody Valentine | Nathan&Dean
He hadn’t expected Dean to wake up, but when he did it was more of a sorrow for him than anything. he didn’t want the guy to see him like this, completely vulnerable and broken down, yet he kept on helping him. He shook his head at the mention of a ambulance because what the hell was he supposed to do then? Not only didn’t he have the cash to actually pay a hospital bill, but he couldn’t give any statement or reason as to why he was bruised up like this. He groaned a little in annoyance as he couldn’t sit up without Dean’s help and it was rather humiliating. Still, he had no other choice but to ask the help he was given. “You shouldn’t have called an ambulance.” he croaced out and looked up at Dean who seemed to be lost in thought. “I can’t pay any hospital bills and I can’t get taken in to give a statement, I’ve got nothing to say.” he murmured and lifted the small mug of tea to his lips, drinking the burning hot liquid with a craving, feeling better the second he’d gotten something down into his stomach. He sighed softly and out of need to have Dean close, he entangled their fingers together, finding it soothing to hold him, just hold him like he was afraid he’d slip away if he let go at all.Â
Nathan tried to smile, for at least  a small amount of what he could. “You shouldn’t have helped me you know, i’m like the stray cat behind an alley now. Homeless and a hobo. I guess in the end people who tell you how fucked up you are, are right.” he murmured and smiled up at Dean. “I don’t want you to come along when the ambulance get here, I want you to forget about this and continue you’re day like you usually do.. Having me on you’re shoulders isn’t fair and I don’t really want you to carry me either.” it was true, he didn’t want Dean to take responsibility for him, because it seemed unfair and cruel and right now, he just needed to get patched back up and shipped into a facility where he could getb cleaned. He didn’t really want to get cleaned, but now that this happened he didn’t have much of a choice. He’d done so many wrong things that it seemed like nothing could go right and if he kept on this path, things would simply get more fucked up. “I love you, Dean.” he frowned and looked up at him, questions filling his eyes. “But i’m not good enough for you or any of this. I’m just a brat with issues and problems and I need help, I do. But I don’t want, you’re help.. Because taking up you’re time, isn’t right.”
Dean stared at their hands as Nathan locked their fingers together and he ran his thumb over the prominent tendons of his hand. However, he looked away when Nathan said he shouldn't have called an ambulance and he stood up so he could stare down at Nathan properly, though he kept their hands together. "No? What should I do? Kick you out on the streets? Let you wait for one of your cracked ribs to puncture your lungs? No. Fuck it, Nathan, I don't care if you don't have the money. I do. And I'm going to fucking... fucking force you into that ambulance if I have to." And suddenly he was shaking and he didn't know what was wrong with him. He felt his chest tighten and his eyes burn. The fuck was happening? He actually felt like crying, for what reason he didn't know. He just needed Nathan to know that he wouldn't... that he couldn't leave him.
He shook his head, staring down at Nathan, unable to grasp how Nathan could even think that was an option for him. "I took Oli in and he was a stray. And I can do the same for you but you have to let me help you, Nathan. I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't want to." His voice was softer now; it was strange but with Nathan Dean found himself getting so worked up but he knew to keep his voice down. He couldn't stay mad at the boy for long, if at all. He was about to insist yet again that Nathan should stop telling him to stop caring but what Nathan said next had Dean utterly speechless. He stared at Nathan gormlessly at the casual admittance of which Nathan had said he loved him and found he didn't know how to respond. Should he just act normal? Pretend like it didn't matter? No, because how could he do that when it did matter? That had Dean thinking himself though. What was love? He was here, risking his job and safety to look after Nathan, he'd avoided work several times to sleep with Nathan who couldn't pay him... and for why? The options frightened Dean more than he cared to admit. Did he... was it possible he loved Nathan too? He swallowed thickly, staring at Nathan with a different expression as he processed his thoughts. To hear Nathan say that he loved him though, then followed by how he thought he wasn't good enough for him or that he didn't want his help hurt in a strange way. "Don't say that," he croaked. "Don't you say that." He said next to him on the sofa and stared at him hard. "I'm doing this because I want to, not because I feel obliged. Fuck Satin, they're not going anywhere. S-So just... let me help you." He raised a hand to tuck some of Nathan's shaggy blonde hair behind his ear before he leant into kiss him softly on the lips, uncaring of how chapped and bruised they might have been. "Please," he added quietly. He stared at the boy opposite him, long and hard until a faint sound of a siren echoed on the street below, signalling the arrival of the ambulance. He waited for Nathan's answer before moving, wanting his permission before doing anything.
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Private Show | Avery&Dean
Avery began to grind her hips against Dean’s hand, supporting his moves. Pushing her chest out to his attention, she groaned as her skin tingled beneath his mouth. She reached with one hand around his neck, letting her  fingers tangle into the locks of the guy. While the other was fumbling on his belt, wanting to undo his pants. As she finally had them open, she let a hand slip into his boxers, quickly finding his semi-hard erection. Her hand started to slowy move over the length, rubbing him up and down and letting her thumb massage the tip of his cock gently. Leaning in with her head she licked a trail up from his neck to his earlobe, her teeth carefully digging into the soft flesh. There were just too many opinions and so many things she wanted to do with Dean. But she pushed herself off him, pecking his lips once before she crawled down on the floor and slid his pants down his legs. His erection looked too inviting, but she trailed her tongue over the length, before turning her attention to his balls.Â
The pace of Dean's breathing sped up considerably when Avery snuck her hand into his pants to start fisting his hardening cock. He made sure to keep up the movements of his hand as she ground against it. All the while Dean made sure to keep his eyes focused on the blonde girl in front of him, lips turned up into a small grin as he teased her with his hand. When her thumb rolled over the head of his cock he knew he wouldn't be able to stand much more teasing from her but fortunately Avery seemed to understand that. She slid off of him, which first brought about a pout to his lips before he realized what she was going to do. He squirmed around on the bed, getting into a position to make it easier for her to gain access to his crotch and he stared down at her, more than a little turned on, and lazily sucked on his fingers that had been teasing her core, a small smirk on his lips. He couldn't remember the last time a girl had sucked him off and he was getting quite excited at the thought. He bit down on his mouth when she ran her tongue over his erection, fisting the bedsheets either side of his hips as he stared at her behind lust-hooded lids. He let out a quiet moan, letting his head roll back as she moved onto tease his ball and he let one hand drop down to gently run through her hair. "F-Fuck, Ave," he groaned, making himself look at her, and he laughed breathlessly. "I wish I had the money to be your client, I'd rent you every night," he told her through a lazy smirk. He said it, not only because it was true but because he wanted Ryan to know how good Avery was making him feel. And, despite knowing this was supposed to be about Avery showing Ryan what she could do, Dean found he couldn't wait to return the pleasure to Avery.
Bloody Valentine | Nathan&Dean
It was four hours. Four hours straight without even opening his eyes or finding it difficult to sleep. The pains in his body seemed to slack off quickly. It wasn’t because he wasn’t feeling the pain, it was because how tired his body had actually become. He sighed and blinked a few times, remembering where he was, remembering who the body heat came from and who was taking care of him. A small selfish smile spread across his lips as he felt Dean’s arms around him. Either he was taking a nap or looking after him, watching his silly smile and pathetic wake up. He knew that Dean wanted nothing more than to take care of him and he appriciated it, but he was more a burden than a friend and far from attractive and good looking for Dean now. That part seemed to bug him the most, how he wouldn’t attract Dean at all in his current state. Their sleepovers always ended in sweat and sex and Nathan felt himself happy in this moment and now he knew that nothing could ever appeal to Dean now, not one thing.Â
He winced a little as he shuffled a little away from Dean, finding his way a cross the other side of the bed. he hoped he was napping, hoping he would just relax and not notice how he slipped away from bed and stumbled out into the living room and on to the couch. It hurt like a bitch though, it hurt so badly to get up and try to walk, try to actually do anything at all. He straightened himself up, only to halfway fall again, yet he pushed his body, his wounds and everything out the bedroom door and over to the couch where he quickly fell down and winced, panting in exhaustion of the walk. when had he fallen this deep into his injuries? Had his body caved completely on him?Â
Dean had eventually fallen asleep, listening to Nathan's soft breaths and snores which in turn had sent him to sleep. Unconsciously he pulled Nathan closer before he drifted off, arms wrapped around the fragile boy in his bed. However, upon waking up, Dean found he was alone in bed. It hadn't taken long for him to recall what had happened the night before, he could remember taking Nathan home with him after finding him bruised and beaten in Satin. But now he was gone and Dean couldn't help but panic. He shoved the covers off of himself and scrambled out of bed, running into the living room intending to find his phone to call Nathan when he saw the boy sprawled out on his sofa. "Nathan!" he croaked, running over to him before kneeling in front of him, his hand hovering over his body, not sure where to touch to avoid causing him pain.
"Nathan," he said again softly, "what were you doing? You could have... you could have hurt yourself even more." He stared at Nathan, his hand eventually coming to rest on his face where he brushed his hair out of his face. "I'm going to call an ambulance for you now, okay? I should have done that last night, damn it." He stood up and scrubbed his face. He'd been selfish last night, wanting Nathan with him so he could look after him, but really he should have just taken Nathan to a hospital. What if he'd broken some ribs or worse? As he dialed the number he tucked the phone under his ear, raising his shoulder to hold it there so he had both hands free to make Nathan a cup of tea. Once both were done, Dean brought the mug over to Nathan and helped him sit up gingerly on the sofa as he remained crouched besides him on the floor, staring up at him. "Here," he murmured, giving him the tea, helping his slender fingers grasp the mug securely. He left his hand resting on Nathan's leg as he watched him sadly. Even with the cuts and bruises marring his face, Dean could still see the old Nathan, the Nathan he'd first met a couple of months ago. He found himself staring longer than intended before he cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. "I've called an ambulance, they should be here soon. How... How do you feel?" he asked, most probably already knowing the answer.
Valentine asked for romance || Dean & Gabe
The way Dean’s weight settled on his lap took his last bit of breath away. He could feel the tension of every muscles that was hidden behind his tight hole that swallowed greedily every tiny bit of Gabe’s member. Parting his lips in need for a bit more air, he found Dean’s lips against his. Breathing lost it’s meaning when the male on his lap started to move his pelvis divinely up and down on him. Letting him taste the pleasure he was seeking for as his skilled muscles squeezed him just in the right way. Almost feeling like milking and pulling on him as Dean lift his hips just to push them back down.
His respiration that already wasn’t close to be controlled turned into moans that find their shelter on Dean’s tongue which twirled around Gabe’s. Greedily he sucked on it, while he enjoyed the responses of the male in front of him that noisily echoed in the car. Nothing mattered but the release he seeked as he met Dean’s thrust. Breaking the kiss, he reached to the males front. Wrapping his fingers around his member, he jerked him. Rather rough than gentle while he fucked his arse. He wanted him to cum, for him. Scream and quiver just for him.
Growling into his ear he bit into the soft skin of his neck “mmh you are such a wonderful pet.” He gripped with his other hand into the Dean’s balls and digged his nails into his soft flesh while he impaled his postrate and wringed his cock.
Dean moaned hotly against Gabe's lips, his lips parted as his short breaths escaped into the warmth of Gabe's mouth. "F-Fuck," he mumbled, feeling immensely turned on at the sudden roughness Gabe was showing him. He hadn't been fucked like this in a while and it was taking some getting used to but Dean could easily get used to it. He let out a small whimper at the way Gabe dug his nails into the flesh of his balls and that, plus the sharp thrusts from Gabe's own cock that was constantly slamming into his prostate made Dean see stars. Despite the fact that technically he was riding Gabe, he felt like he he had little to no control over this; he could only hold onto Gabe's thighs as tightly as he could to avoid slipping off his lap as that would be most unprofessional.
His whole body was already starting to sweat from the sheer effort it took to keep up with Gabe's pace and he found he had to pull away from the man's lips to take a breath. "Fuck y-you're good," he whispered hoarsely, arching his neck back as Gabe continued to stroke his own aching erection. His hips mindlessly lifted up and down, meeting Gabe's thrusts as well as pushing into the rough strokes of his hand. He already felt close to his peak but he knew he couldn't come, not yet, not so soon and definitely not before he'd had a chance at showing Gabe what he could do, besides offer him a tight hole. Dean shivered when he heard the growl in his ear as well as the bite to his neck and he had to bite down on his lips to prevent another moan escaping at his words. "I'd love to be a good pet for you, s-sir," he said in a gasp, doing his best to form coherent sentences due to the pleasure coursing through his body. Shakily he lifted an arm and wrapped it around Gabe's neck, managing to slowly swivel his body around on his lap so he was facing him, all the while remaining seated on his client's dick. He could feel his ass throbbing from having not had any lubricant but he focused on the pleasures he was feeling more so than the dull pain. Now he was facing the man, Dean felt like he had more control. He could tell Gabe liked to be in charge so he didn't change the pace, but he made sure to lather the man's face and neck with kisses and hickeys, biting and suckling as he grinded their torsos together while keeping his hips rolling against Gabe's.Â
Milestone || Lacey&Dean
His fingers that danced over her skin, send shivers that went through every fieber of her body. Tingling blissfully while she pressed herself more against him, drinking in his scent that lingered in her nose while his closeness allowed her to feel his warmth. The corner of her lips lifting to a soft smile, she trailed her tongue over the spot she bit. Planting a kiss to relax and apologise to his skin. She tilted her head back just enough to look into his eyes, her smile still decorating her lips when he spoke. It was a moment of peace that shut down her thoughts and made the words unnecessary, she placed her hand on Dean’s cheek, shutting out  what’s wrong and what’s right, she leaned against him. Feeling his breath melting on her lips and dropping slowly into her inner just to find her excited heart.
It wasn’t love that led her, it was the longing for a person. Dean and Lacey bound something different, it felt almost beyond love. The comfort she felt and freedom was something she didn’t considered to lose, but his lips.. so inviting while hers felt like burning in need to get cooled by his. She brushed her lips along his and captured them momentarily, relishing the touch she imagined, just to realise it was much better and beyond her imagination. A feeling of independence on a very other level unfold in her. She didn’t cared what would happen after this kiss, it was just worth anything. Her smile grew wider as she corrupt his sensual softness that cooled her own and abducted her. Stealing a few more kisses she broke herself hardly away just to look into his eyes.Â
The smile Lacey gave to Dean was refreshing; he realized he loved seeing her smile like that, it was so different to the smile she put on in Satin. It was genuine and it made her eyes brighten. When she placed a kiss and a gentle lick to the place where she'd nipped his neck, Dean couldn't refrain from laughing softly at the sweet gesture. He raised a hand and cupped the back of her neck, running his fingers through the soft strands of hair there and sighed softly. "You're such a good friend, Lace," he murmured, before staring at her as she stared down at him, and before he knew it her lips were upon his, only lightly, but they were there nonetheless. Dean felt unsure of how to respond; he'd not discouraged her actions and he had no real want to do so now, it was just the nagging in his mind that told him it would be his fault if Lacey got into trouble... but then how could anyone know about a simple kiss? He'd done more with Nathan, there would be no harm in fooling around with Lacey for tonight. It was obvious they both wanted the comfort of another human being so why deny themselves? Dean wrapped his arms around Lacey's waist, pulling her close to his chest as he deepened the kiss, letting his tongue probe her mouth gently, toying with her tongue too.
When she pulled away, Dean had to remind himself where they were. Kissing Lacey was like something else; he thought he'd seen her as his sister but there was a lust for her there too which overrided that. He stared up at her, tucking her hair behind her ears before grinning widely. "You're not a bad kisser at all," he told her, letting his hands roam her sides, rubbing her waist soothingly. He rolled onto his side, pulling her with him so they could face each other while laying down. "I'll do anything to make you happy, Lace. I'll help you find your own place and I'll do my best to help you at Satin to help you get the money you need to go back home. Scout's honour," he said, raising his fingers up in a mock scout salute.
Private Show | Avery&Dean
She kissed him back, letting their tongues play just for a moment before she pulled away again, knowing it would frustrate him. He was a tease, she was a tease. And this was entertaining. Loving the firm grip he held her ass, she gave a roll of her hips against his. A little gasp escaped her lips as he touched her where she craved to feel him the most, her hips desperately moving for more of this attention. As his shirt was finally open she pulled him with her to sit up, sliding the fabric off his shoulders. Her hands trailed up his arms, her eyes following every inch her fingers touched. Gently squeezing his shoulders as she let her hands trail down his chest, a grin on her face. “Tease me all you want, really. But you don’t get the chance to fuck your co-worker in here everyday.. and I will enjoy this one time.” Avery leant in to let her lips find his neck, nipping on the soft skin as she kept moving her hips against his. Dean’s growing erection pushed against the thin fabric of her panties and he was still clothed. Avery’s anticipation was growing, but she would take her time with him, the club was dead anyway and there was no rush. And even if she wouldn’t impress the pimp, to Avery the whole point was to finally have sex with Dean. She let a hand slide down his chest and inbetween their bodies, gripping his member firmly through the clothes as her lips moved off his neck and she breathed against his mouth, smirking. Noone of them was the client right now, which made Avery quite wanting to be playful.Â
Dean enjoyed watching Avery on top of him; she definitely knew what she was doing which was even more of a turn on. The way she gasped and reacted to the way he rubbed her through her panties had him grinning a little. He loved the reactions he could elicit from her. He sat up obligingly when she pulled him up to slip his shirt off and he leaned in to nip along her jaw as her hands ran along his body. "Mm, true. I guess we'll both have to make the most of that," he said quietly, groaning when he felt her grinding her hips against his, the friction grating on his hardening cock. Fuck, she wanted to tease as well. He was an impatient guy and was better at doing the teasing so he used all his strength to let Avery do what she pleased, despite wanting to tug his own pants off so he could just be naked already. However, he merely decided to play her at her own game and let his hands slide up under her skirt as he pulled her closer to him with a hand around her waist. His fingers slipped beneath her panties and he slowly slid his finger along the folds of her pussy before allowing his thumb to rub the softest of circles over her clit. Meanwhile, his mouth was ghosting down her chest as their positions - with her on his lap - gave him the perfect opportunity to pay lavish attention to her tits with his lips.
