[ And Aranea had found enjoyment in their first union, more enjoyment than anything she had in ages. Casual hookups had kind of been her thing; mercenary work didn't really allow for settling down, and she'd intended for Prompto's name to be another item on the forever-growing list of people she'd had a good time with. The only thing that had really set him apart to begin with was the fact that he was on some virtuous mission for king and country with none other than the Prince of Lucis himself. The other things that made him unique seemed to fall into place after she found herself crossing paths with him and his crew time and again, and while Aranea is content to believe that she feels this way because he's the only one she'd deigned to come back to, part of her can't help but wonder if Prompto's draw lies with some other factor.
He reacts favorably to the way she squeezes his cock through his pants, and she rewards him by continuing to gently tighten her grip, stroking him with slow, measured movements. His hardness is a familiar one, and Aranea nearly sighs in contentment as he grows larger within the confines of his pants. She doesn't dare to look up at his face while she does this, knowing full well that any resolve she feels will quail in the wake of his stupid expression. She's already lost enough control of this situation as it stands.
Aranea stills when he says her name, her eyes chancing to glance at his face in spite of herself, just in time to catch the faltering of his expression. She feels equal parts gratified and unsurprised at the fact that he's just as effected by this as she is. ] Is, [ She corrects, doing her best to remain unaffected, only to have the illusion shatter when his grip on her rear tightens with familiarity. She sucks in a breath through her teeth in response, nigh imperceptible before she sets forth her ultimatum.
She hates the way his eyes widen in response to her statement, and she fixes him with a look of annoyance. Being direct is something she prides herself in for the most part, and Aranea honestly feels that the reason why she's in this mess with him to begin with is because she decided to take a different tack with Prompto for whatever reason. Her heart leaps into her throat despite her chilly demeanor when his nose nudges against hers, causing her breath to catch and her cheeks to dust red with want. ]
I-- [ Aranea begins, hating how fucking dumb she sounds. Swallowing hard, she squares her jaw. ] I'm not in the business of doing this if you're not all in. I wanted to give you an ou-- [ She's cut off by a sharp gasp as his fingers start to slip between her legs, her gaze flickering downward. The pressure, though slight, is enough to make her shudder, her neglected sex practically throbbing from the stimulation. Biting the inside of her cheek, Aranea makes a face at him before collecting herself and shifting her position, smoothing the hand she has at his chest downwards to join the one at the waist of his pants. ]
Should I ask your friends for permission, while I'm at it? [ She snarks, pulling away from him hesitantly. The heat of his breath is dangerous against her lips, and she's legitimately afraid that kissing him will make her lose her mind at this point in time. The Commodore slides her way down towards the broken window, framing his legs with her own as she properly sets to undo his pants. Aranea moves slowly, methodically; her palms warm gently against his cock through thin fabric as she finally allows her eyes to venture up to his face, gauging his reaction as she dips low, gripping the waistband of his underwear between her teeth before pulling it down in tandem with her hands on his pants. ]
But if dinner's what you want, I can totally stop and dump your off at the nearest Crow's Nest. Maybe I'll leave you some money for a kids' meal with enough change so you can play Justice Monsters.
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He reacts favorably to the way she squeezes his cock through his pants, and she rewards him by continuing to gently tighten her grip, stroking him with slow, measured movements. His hardness is a familiar one, and Aranea nearly sighs in contentment as he grows larger within the confines of his pants. She doesn't dare to look up at his face while she does this, knowing full well that any resolve she feels will quail in the wake of his stupid expression. She's already lost enough control of this situation as it stands.
Aranea stills when he says her name, her eyes chancing to glance at his face in spite of herself, just in time to catch the faltering of his expression. She feels equal parts gratified and unsurprised at the fact that he's just as effected by this as she is. ] Is, [ She corrects, doing her best to remain unaffected, only to have the illusion shatter when his grip on her rear tightens with familiarity. She sucks in a breath through her teeth in response, nigh imperceptible before she sets forth her ultimatum.
She hates the way his eyes widen in response to her statement, and she fixes him with a look of annoyance. Being direct is something she prides herself in for the most part, and Aranea honestly feels that the reason why she's in this mess with him to begin with is because she decided to take a different tack with Prompto for whatever reason. Her heart leaps into her throat despite her chilly demeanor when his nose nudges against hers, causing her breath to catch and her cheeks to dust red with want. ]
I-- [ Aranea begins, hating how fucking dumb she sounds. Swallowing hard, she squares her jaw. ] I'm not in the business of doing this if you're not all in. I wanted to give you an ou-- [ She's cut off by a sharp gasp as his fingers start to slip between her legs, her gaze flickering downward. The pressure, though slight, is enough to make her shudder, her neglected sex practically throbbing from the stimulation. Biting the inside of her cheek, Aranea makes a face at him before collecting herself and shifting her position, smoothing the hand she has at his chest downwards to join the one at the waist of his pants. ]
Should I ask your friends for permission, while I'm at it? [ She snarks, pulling away from him hesitantly. The heat of his breath is dangerous against her lips, and she's legitimately afraid that kissing him will make her lose her mind at this point in time. The Commodore slides her way down towards the broken window, framing his legs with her own as she properly sets to undo his pants. Aranea moves slowly, methodically; her palms warm gently against his cock through thin fabric as she finally allows her eyes to venture up to his face, gauging his reaction as she dips low, gripping the waistband of his underwear between her teeth before pulling it down in tandem with her hands on his pants. ]
But if dinner's what you want, I can totally stop and dump your off at the nearest Crow's Nest. Maybe I'll leave you some money for a kids' meal with enough change so you can play Justice Monsters.