Well that's a damn shame. Looks like I'm gonna hafta find a way to squeak some time in during.
[ But Weiss was correct. His answer would likely be boring. Hell, he was a smartass about it with Robin, telling her how harrowing it'd be if he asked her what she was wearing, only to flatly answer that she's wearing a dress and they were moving on. Besides, what she was wearing was far more titillating for him. Not to mention as she reaches for the questions and slides her body down his, his hand is nestled right on her ass. That's giving him all the ample, generous room he could ask for to take a wild guess to how those laced panties looked in his mind's eye.
He's slow about it. Methodical. Teasing in the way his fingers flirt with the idea of sliding beneath the backside to glide over smooth skin, only to let out a longing sigh. The longer this keeps up, the harder it was going to be to not use this room for its intended purpose. But that just made the payoff at the end of these mingled dates all the more worth it. It made the core of his diamond tattoo thrum with a deepened heat. He wasn't close to a dangerous activation, but it was responding- as was the rest of his body to her when she shoots him a challenging smirk upon asking for his wet dream. ]
I...uh...
[ Slower now, his fingers strumming along her panty-clad ass without actively taking a possessive squeeze of it. And he feels himself twitching in his pants, stirring at the revival of those dirty thoughts. She's calling him out. Because of course who hasn't? Especially here. The only difference was...
Well. This one was embarrassing. Because usually when someone has a wet dream? That's it. One typically woke up shortly after. She'd feel his body running warmer beneath her, and a strained sigh as he bids himself to get comfortable as he looks into her eyes. Fine. If this is how they're going to play it?
He asked for it by asking what she was wearing. Taking things in such a sordid direction. Now he was going to make sure she knew it. What kind of wet dreams has she had? About him? About anyone else? About being teamed between two or more players? But one of the dreams that sticks out in his mind is one that was sparked by her in stages. Leaning up for her, he cants his head as he kisses her, languid and slow, tongue rolling out in a bid to taste hers as excitement threatens to boil over within him. A squeeze of her ass later and... ]
This one...just wouldn't stop. We were somewhere...probably a room at the Ugly Duckling. [ The school... ] You were bent over the desk asking for extra credit...
[ And, well, since she asked... ]
You had me cumming buckets, dripping all over the floor while you were getting fucked from behind. [ A more assertive caress of her panty-clad backside, all the while Ragna was doing such a good job of lying still for her. Being patient, both physically and mentally. ] You took it like a good little student...but. Then I blinked, and when I thought I woke up...we were back in that shower in your old suite.
[ He swallows. He throbs just thinking about it, face flush a burning crimson with hot and aroused shame. Feeding her into that vivid wet fantasy she sparked all that time ago. All it took was her wanting to thank him in that shower, on her knees. ]
After you got me cumming again with a blowjob, you kept...rubbing my cock against your tits while jacking me.
[ And that's when he remembers, as thoroughly wrecked as he was in that dream because of her, Weiss hadn't been talking obscenely or dirty with him throughout it. Spills of curses, maybe, but suddenly Ragna lets out a deep chuckle from his chest as he smirks right back up at her. As dirty of a wet dream as he's given to Weiss after everything they'd been through together, while she was slapping his cock against her perky breasts and rubbing herself against him...
What's so funny? ]
I remember you saying something like, "Don't worry. It'll wash off."
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[ But Weiss was correct. His answer would likely be boring. Hell, he was a smartass about it with Robin, telling her how harrowing it'd be if he asked her what she was wearing, only to flatly answer that she's wearing a dress and they were moving on. Besides, what she was wearing was far more titillating for him. Not to mention as she reaches for the questions and slides her body down his, his hand is nestled right on her ass. That's giving him all the ample, generous room he could ask for to take a wild guess to how those laced panties looked in his mind's eye.
He's slow about it. Methodical. Teasing in the way his fingers flirt with the idea of sliding beneath the backside to glide over smooth skin, only to let out a longing sigh. The longer this keeps up, the harder it was going to be to not use this room for its intended purpose. But that just made the payoff at the end of these mingled dates all the more worth it. It made the core of his diamond tattoo thrum with a deepened heat. He wasn't close to a dangerous activation, but it was responding- as was the rest of his body to her when she shoots him a challenging smirk upon asking for his wet dream. ]
I...uh...
[ Slower now, his fingers strumming along her panty-clad ass without actively taking a possessive squeeze of it. And he feels himself twitching in his pants, stirring at the revival of those dirty thoughts. She's calling him out. Because of course who hasn't? Especially here. The only difference was...
Well. This one was embarrassing. Because usually when someone has a wet dream? That's it. One typically woke up shortly after. She'd feel his body running warmer beneath her, and a strained sigh as he bids himself to get comfortable as he looks into her eyes. Fine. If this is how they're going to play it?
He asked for it by asking what she was wearing. Taking things in such a sordid direction. Now he was going to make sure she knew it. What kind of wet dreams has she had? About him? About anyone else? About being teamed between two or more players? But one of the dreams that sticks out in his mind is one that was sparked by her in stages. Leaning up for her, he cants his head as he kisses her, languid and slow, tongue rolling out in a bid to taste hers as excitement threatens to boil over within him. A squeeze of her ass later and... ]
This one...just wouldn't stop.
We were somewhere...probably a room at the Ugly Duckling. [ The school... ] You were bent over the desk asking for extra credit...
[ And, well, since she asked... ]
You had me cumming buckets, dripping all over the floor while you were getting fucked from behind. [ A more assertive caress of her panty-clad backside, all the while Ragna was doing such a good job of lying still for her. Being patient, both physically and mentally. ] You took it like a good little student...but. Then I blinked, and when I thought I woke up...we were back in that shower in your old suite.
[ He swallows. He throbs just thinking about it, face flush a burning crimson with hot and aroused shame. Feeding her into that vivid wet fantasy she sparked all that time ago. All it took was her wanting to thank him in that shower, on her knees. ]
After you got me cumming again with a blowjob, you kept...rubbing my cock against your tits while jacking me.
[ And that's when he remembers, as thoroughly wrecked as he was in that dream because of her, Weiss hadn't been talking obscenely or dirty with him throughout it. Spills of curses, maybe, but suddenly Ragna lets out a deep chuckle from his chest as he smirks right back up at her. As dirty of a wet dream as he's given to Weiss after everything they'd been through together, while she was slapping his cock against her perky breasts and rubbing herself against him...
What's so funny? ]
I remember you saying something like, "Don't worry. It'll wash off."