[ All Ragna had was an imagination and a general understanding of the birds & bees meanwhile. For a man who did his best to appear imposing, scowly and unapproachable, it's a hell of a sharp contrast to the man she's currently "bedding" today. Maybe's another shade of the reason why he invited her to his suite in the first place. Yet another betrayal of the man who swore he'd keep pushing others away because he thought being alone hurt less. The pile just keeps on growing for Ragna the Bloodedge, doesn't it? However many of these thoughts bleed through into what may be an extended vacation here was anyone's guess.
Until then, if he's not a blank canvas for her to paint upon, her smile only serving to spur and turn him on even more whens he really grinds down on his dick,
Than Weiss was free to paint on him. Provide a blueprint for him so that he can learn, and if he's really going to accept touching others and being touched? One day he'll show her. He can show her how far he's come, in a more appropriate backdrop than a haunted elevator. ]
Help you? [ There's no bite. If Ragna values anything above most, it's when someone is being straight with him. No hints. No clues. No leaving him in the dark. And he may be blindly following her for now, but it wouldn't take long before his own building enthusiasm got the better of him. He's trusting her. With a lot of things. Including what he might say or want to do if she were to let him. She won't need to fret him lying there and just taking this, his pulse beneath her slender hand racing faster as he does catch her cue. His thumb hooks in, unable to help himself as his mismatched gaze follows down between their crotches as they work them down her legs.
Watching her lift her hips, up on her knees...and watching her panties hanging off one foot. She wasn't going to kick it off? Such a thin & delicate little thing that was the only thing between him and her coming down?
He doesn't even know her username yet, but there she is, like an angel from on high. Thanking her didn't really seem appropriate. For what? The view? For the sex? For getting them out of this elevator? But he almost thinks he needs to say something. He...can't really think straight anymore, even if he were unintentionally trying to say something cringe cool. So his body speaks far more honestly for him, his cock rising with a pronounced lurch that sees him stiffening more upright. This big and hard for her.
Seeing her panties hanging from her foot was just icing on the cake, it seems like. Ragna swallows thickly then, wetting his lips as he spares a look down at himself and just how small Weiss was to him. His red and green eyes look up to her, feeling an onset of nerves setting in...which makes him only throb more? His stomach clench a little harder? Oh god. She is okay with this too, right? With him? ]
Hey... [ A beat. ] Um... [ Take it easy? Go slow? Not for his sake, he's thinking, but it's embarrassing thinking of that outloud. And while he doesn't get huffy in the process when he finally finds his words, hands reaching up the backs of her thighs before firmly groping her ass, Weiss gets her own answer out of Ragna. ] I won't just lay here.
[ Meaning that she wouldn't need to do all the work for him if she's going to stay on top. ]
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Until then, if he's not a blank canvas for her to paint upon, her smile only serving to spur and turn him on even more whens he really grinds down on his dick,
Than Weiss was free to paint on him. Provide a blueprint for him so that he can learn, and if he's really going to accept touching others and being touched? One day he'll show her. He can show her how far he's come, in a more appropriate backdrop than a haunted elevator. ]
Help you? [ There's no bite. If Ragna values anything above most, it's when someone is being straight with him. No hints. No clues. No leaving him in the dark. And he may be blindly following her for now, but it wouldn't take long before his own building enthusiasm got the better of him. He's trusting her. With a lot of things. Including what he might say or want to do if she were to let him. She won't need to fret him lying there and just taking this, his pulse beneath her slender hand racing faster as he does catch her cue. His thumb hooks in, unable to help himself as his mismatched gaze follows down between their crotches as they work them down her legs.
Watching her lift her hips, up on her knees...and watching her panties hanging off one foot. She wasn't going to kick it off? Such a thin & delicate little thing that was the only thing between him and her coming down?
He doesn't even know her username yet, but there she is, like an angel from on high. Thanking her didn't really seem appropriate. For what? The view? For the sex? For getting them out of this elevator? But he almost thinks he needs to say something. He...can't really think straight anymore, even if he were unintentionally trying to say something
cringecool. So his body speaks far more honestly for him, his cock rising with a pronounced lurch that sees him stiffening more upright. This big and hard for her.Seeing her panties hanging from her foot was just icing on the cake, it seems like. Ragna swallows thickly then, wetting his lips as he spares a look down at himself and just how small Weiss was to him. His red and green eyes look up to her, feeling an onset of nerves setting in...which makes him only throb more? His stomach clench a little harder? Oh god. She is okay with this too, right? With him? ]
Hey... [ A beat. ] Um... [ Take it easy? Go slow? Not for his sake, he's thinking, but it's embarrassing thinking of that outloud. And while he doesn't get huffy in the process when he finally finds his words, hands reaching up the backs of her thighs before firmly groping her ass, Weiss gets her own answer out of Ragna. ] I won't just lay here.
[ Meaning that she wouldn't need to do all the work for him if she's going to stay on top. ]