[He shivers a little as her fingers trail over his sides, where his gills are barely visible since they're closed. He is sensitive, it's true. Compared to people who have had years to get used to it, Connor is still learning to enjoy what his body can do. And he's an enthusiastic learner.
When Ada starts to tease him through his pants he takes in a quick breath, soon straining against the fabric in a way that might have been painful for someone who could feel it. He turns his head to catch her lips a little more aggressively, tangling a hand in her hair. His other hand creeps further up her skirt, fingers tracing light shapes over her inner thigh.]
Like I said... you're very distracting.
[He breaks the kiss to murmur it by her lips.]
And very pretty.
[He gives her another softer kiss to punctuate it, the hand under her skirt rubbing a thumb lazily over her skin.]
She gives a warm, pleased little wince at his sudden display of even further passion― feeling the delightful electricity of his hand in her hair, pulled just slightly taut. His name is on her lips, the shape of it, though it's a moment before she can speak; drawn into his kiss as she is, it's a chore just to find space to breathe.
"―is that so?" Adeline replies, a hushed breath in the amorous air, practically whispered from her mouth to his own― her touch more flush to him now, teasing as ever, but certainly less coy in how her hand takes the shape of his newfound tautness, following the lewd outline there. "I'm a welcome distraction, I might hope." Her words are punctuated with a giggle, a breath-filled sound.
She savours that softer kiss, humming warmly, contentedly amidst the affection he gives. Raising her head, she brushes her nose fondly against his own, her two-tone eyes sparkling with both fondness and play― if only for a moment, before she steals away to kiss along his jawline, allowing the warmth of her hand to follow his shape further, nearly coaxing in her motion. "―what might you ask of me, Connor? You needn't be shy."
[He breathes it out, sliding his hand between her legs finally and rubbing his hand against her through her underwear.]
I think you should undress properly and show me to your bed.
[He likes the teasing, but he wants things to progress a little more. He's worked up, he needs to get his pants off because he feels constricted like this. Even if Adeline only wants to tease him more for a little while, he'd like it to be without clothes in the way. He kisses her again, then nuzzles her neck as he continues to toy with her through the thin fabric.]
She may be a tease, but she certainly isn't immune to the taste of her own medicine― melting into his touch, every inch of her seeming to warm and soften to the beckoning between her legs, letting her head loll against one shoulder to allow his voice better entry into her ear. "―oh, not all day! You don't think me so cruel, do you?"
Adeline slips from his lap at his suggestion, stretching languidly, allowing both hands to find their way into her hair with a sigh, a smile. "Don't let me keep you waiting any longer, ser."
Her hand finds his own, stepping backward in the direction of a near hall.
[The way Ada moans his name makes him twitch under her fingers, and he presses soft kisses down her shoulder.]
I don't think you're cruel... but I do know that it can be fun to tease.
[He misses her warmth when she moves away from him, but still. Connor takes the hand and follows her into the hall, though it's a little awkward to walk when he's so hard beneath his pants.]
I really wish we'd started this in the bedroom...
[But he supposes they didn't know things were going to escalate to this, or else they would have.]
Oh, she can't help but burst with laughter as she speaks― going pink at his boldness, at his hindsight offering such clarity. She turns a gleeful, glittering blue eye over her shoulder to peek at him before whirling around on stocking feet to sweep him into her embrace.
"―you're too much," Adeline declares warmly, leaning in to steal a kiss along the edge of his mouth. "and worse yet, you're right! How cruel of me to do such a thing to my guest."
And then she's changing places, gently rearranging him into being lead in a different way― with her hands on his lapels, as if intending to affectionately back him into a corner.
"Cross my heart, I'll make it up to you. I've a reputation as a hostess to uphold!"
[He lets himself be backed up, amused by her reaction.]
Well, if you insist on making it up to me...
[He's hardly going to say no to that.]
You could start by undressing properly once we get to... wherever you're taking me.
[Connor actually doesn't know if he's being led to the bedroom or just a random wall at this point, but he's starting to care less about the "where" and more about the "when".]
Ada beams girlishly, continuing to walk him backward; soon enough, the appearance of his surroundings has shifted from the little hall to a bedroom― still in the process of being populated, though the little decor it held was suiting to her. Flowers and a few small bottles of gleaming coloured glass adorn an otherwise unimpressive wooden vanity, with a collection of cozy and colourful blankets livening the similarly-composed bed a touch.
And then her fingertips are exploring, bringing clothes away from skin to neatly cast them aside, leaving his tie about his neck as a playful token― before allowing her touch to find his belt-buckle, moving to unclasp it as she sinks to the floor in a pool of skirts. She gestures to the bed behind him, giggling quietly from her place on her knees.
"―don't worry― I'm not going to make you stand. I've tortured you plenty, haven't I?"
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When Ada starts to tease him through his pants he takes in a quick breath, soon straining against the fabric in a way that might have been painful for someone who could feel it. He turns his head to catch her lips a little more aggressively, tangling a hand in her hair. His other hand creeps further up her skirt, fingers tracing light shapes over her inner thigh.]
Like I said... you're very distracting.
[He breaks the kiss to murmur it by her lips.]
And very pretty.
[He gives her another softer kiss to punctuate it, the hand under her skirt rubbing a thumb lazily over her skin.]
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"―is that so?" Adeline replies, a hushed breath in the amorous air, practically whispered from her mouth to his own― her touch more flush to him now, teasing as ever, but certainly less coy in how her hand takes the shape of his newfound tautness, following the lewd outline there. "I'm a welcome distraction, I might hope." Her words are punctuated with a giggle, a breath-filled sound.
She savours that softer kiss, humming warmly, contentedly amidst the affection he gives. Raising her head, she brushes her nose fondly against his own, her two-tone eyes sparkling with both fondness and play― if only for a moment, before she steals away to kiss along his jawline, allowing the warmth of her hand to follow his shape further, nearly coaxing in her motion. "―what might you ask of me, Connor? You needn't be shy."
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[He breathes it out, sliding his hand between her legs finally and rubbing his hand against her through her underwear.]
I think you should undress properly and show me to your bed.
[He likes the teasing, but he wants things to progress a little more. He's worked up, he needs to get his pants off because he feels constricted like this. Even if Adeline only wants to tease him more for a little while, he'd like it to be without clothes in the way. He kisses her again, then nuzzles her neck as he continues to toy with her through the thin fabric.]
Or do you plan on teasing me here all day?
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She may be a tease, but she certainly isn't immune to the taste of her own medicine― melting into his touch, every inch of her seeming to warm and soften to the beckoning between her legs, letting her head loll against one shoulder to allow his voice better entry into her ear. "―oh, not all day! You don't think me so cruel, do you?"
Adeline slips from his lap at his suggestion, stretching languidly, allowing both hands to find their way into her hair with a sigh, a smile. "Don't let me keep you waiting any longer, ser."
Her hand finds his own, stepping backward in the direction of a near hall.
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I don't think you're cruel... but I do know that it can be fun to tease.
[He misses her warmth when she moves away from him, but still. Connor takes the hand and follows her into the hall, though it's a little awkward to walk when he's so hard beneath his pants.]
I really wish we'd started this in the bedroom...
[But he supposes they didn't know things were going to escalate to this, or else they would have.]
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"―you're too much," Adeline declares warmly, leaning in to steal a kiss along the edge of his mouth. "and worse yet, you're right! How cruel of me to do such a thing to my guest."
And then she's changing places, gently rearranging him into being lead in a different way― with her hands on his lapels, as if intending to affectionately back him into a corner.
"Cross my heart, I'll make it up to you. I've a reputation as a hostess to uphold!"
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Well, if you insist on making it up to me...
[He's hardly going to say no to that.]
You could start by undressing properly once we get to... wherever you're taking me.
[Connor actually doesn't know if he's being led to the bedroom or just a random wall at this point, but he's starting to care less about the "where" and more about the "when".]
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And then her fingertips are exploring, bringing clothes away from skin to neatly cast them aside, leaving his tie about his neck as a playful token― before allowing her touch to find his belt-buckle, moving to unclasp it as she sinks to the floor in a pool of skirts. She gestures to the bed behind him, giggling quietly from her place on her knees.
"―don't worry― I'm not going to make you stand. I've tortured you plenty, haven't I?"