Errant
You tell Andel you'd love to get a taste of him, just like in the good old days. His pale skin blushes at the suggestion but his expression remains immutable as he mulls it over. He doesn't take too long to decide, however. "Fine, get to it then." He crosses arms and leans back against the wall waiting for you to make the first move.
You chuckle to yourself, Andel always liked to play hard to get. Even if he was easy. You crouch down in front of him spread his knees apart so you can kneel between them. He lets out a steady breath in anticipation. You look up at him catching his eyes on you and you see his face deepen in red even as his stony expression remains unchanging. You smile coyly at him before focusing your attentions elsewhere. A very enticing elsewhere.
He couldn't hide his arousal even if he wanted to, his body reveals all that he tries to hide behind his demeanor. You take a moment to tease him a little before starting, kissing his thigh over his pants, moving closer and closer pecking here and there. But not there just yet. Half the fun was the anticipation. You don't use your hands much, rely solely on your lips to draw out the responses you want from your elven companion. But never making direct contact with his most sensitive bulge.
When the teasing become too much, Andel pulls your head and stares into your eyes, "Oh just get on with it!" His expression is cracking. Eyes filled with desire glisten like rubies.
"Happy to oblige," you say just before grabbing the tie of his pants in your teeth and pulling the knot loose. Too impatient to wait he helps in free his crotch from his clothing. He grabs the back of your head, but doesn't force it forward, he wait for you to start on your own. You smile and take the base in your hand and make a long and slow path with your tongue up to his glans. He twitches in response, shivering like he's cold. But he's hot, so hot and you can feel it even more as you take his length into your mouth.
He groans in pleasure as you start to work him; bobbing you head up and down and gently jerking the base with your hand as you do so. The grip on your hair get tighter and then his other hand joins in. Now there is some pressure to keep you going down, down, deeper on him. He's never been good at controlling his voice in the throws of passion, and today is no exception. "Faust, Faust!" He's moaning and gasping like a red light whore, and each time twitching like he'll burst at any moment.
And you know it's coming, and soon. He's cumming, and how are you going to finish him?
You chuckle to yourself, Andel always liked to play hard to get. Even if he was easy. You crouch down in front of him spread his knees apart so you can kneel between them. He lets out a steady breath in anticipation. You look up at him catching his eyes on you and you see his face deepen in red even as his stony expression remains unchanging. You smile coyly at him before focusing your attentions elsewhere. A very enticing elsewhere.
He couldn't hide his arousal even if he wanted to, his body reveals all that he tries to hide behind his demeanor. You take a moment to tease him a little before starting, kissing his thigh over his pants, moving closer and closer pecking here and there. But not there just yet. Half the fun was the anticipation. You don't use your hands much, rely solely on your lips to draw out the responses you want from your elven companion. But never making direct contact with his most sensitive bulge.
When the teasing become too much, Andel pulls your head and stares into your eyes, "Oh just get on with it!" His expression is cracking. Eyes filled with desire glisten like rubies.
"Happy to oblige," you say just before grabbing the tie of his pants in your teeth and pulling the knot loose. Too impatient to wait he helps in free his crotch from his clothing. He grabs the back of your head, but doesn't force it forward, he wait for you to start on your own. You smile and take the base in your hand and make a long and slow path with your tongue up to his glans. He twitches in response, shivering like he's cold. But he's hot, so hot and you can feel it even more as you take his length into your mouth.
He groans in pleasure as you start to work him; bobbing you head up and down and gently jerking the base with your hand as you do so. The grip on your hair get tighter and then his other hand joins in. Now there is some pressure to keep you going down, down, deeper on him. He's never been good at controlling his voice in the throws of passion, and today is no exception. "Faust, Faust!" He's moaning and gasping like a red light whore, and each time twitching like he'll burst at any moment.
And you know it's coming, and soon. He's cumming, and how are you going to finish him?