snarkafterhours

[snarkafterhours]

Ever since he'd got to known her, really known her, Elizabeth's regal persona would come and go. Much like something he knew she had to be. Not that she wanted to. He certainly couldn't blame for that--sometimes appearances were all a person had. To cling to, if you will. Fortunately, for the both of them, Melvin wasn't one of these people, and he was fully enjoying being able to see the woman that was so close to him. To lock eyes was suddenly his favourite thing.

Given he doesn't care about the pants that he's wearing, the fact that he KNOW her arousal will leave something on him. Just like he doesn't mind that she's already discarding her shirt so easily--if she wasn't on top of him in such a position, well, he'd very much return things by taking off his own. Well, that could very well wait. Gods, she looked gorgeous in nothing except that lace number and short skirt to boot! They could make it to his bedroom, but then again, doing the deed right here on the floor doesn't sound like the worst place. He'd done so with others in worse and weirder places, so the floor seemed tame to say the least. “Or we don't have to…” He breathes, letting out a slight groan as she moves lower and lower on him. Out of instinct, he shifts his legs apart, allowing Lizzie to have as much room as was possible.

The contact of their eyes never breaks, he won't allow for such a thing. Though since he figures that since she wants to explore him, the least he can do is allow her--reaching his free hand up to lift his shirt. Yet the attention to his bulge, that she naturally took notice of, doesn't go unnoticed by him. Not by a long shot! There's a warmth growing, just below the denim hugging his crotch. “Just a sec…” A pause, that hand fumbling slightly as it moves to the zip that is in the way. Except it isn't for long, soon it's moved downwards, revealing plaid boxers underneath. “There, all yours, princess…”

@desideriamortis

the iciness of her skin slipped away - giving way to the foreign warmth. that strange yet addictive sensation that cascades itself through her body. the sensation elizabeth only got when around the blonde male pinned beneath - hers hips hovering mere millimeters above his. any semblance of her normally regal persona disappears into the shadows as she locks eyes with him - a mischievous smirk forming on her lips.

she lowers herself down onto him - no doubt her arousal would leave a wet mark upon his pants. pale fingers grasp the bottom of her shirt - pulling it up and off with ease. elizabeth tosses her shirt aside - leaving her only wearing a black lace bralette and short skirt. she leans down - careful to keep herself pressed against him - a quick yet tender kiss is pressed to his lips, "we'll get there..." her lips travel down to his jaw where she places another kiss, "eventually." her desire drips from her voice savoring every little sound or movement he makes as her lips travel down to his neck and down his body. her own body moving lower until she's on her knees between his legs.

gracefully, those pale fingers trace along his lower abdomen then down to his growing bulge. a knowing smile curves her lips as she runs her fingers up and down, "but first." her voice is barely above an audible whisper as she leans up to press a kiss to lips then lowering herself back down to pay special attention to his member. a kiss is pressed against it - her eyes locking in once more on his.

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There's a chuckle that falls past his lips, both for nearly missing the bed himself and a moment to consider her question--which he's more than certain she would feel the vibration of his laughter. After all, neither of them has bunged an inch from the other one.

“I have a preference 'or undressin' my partners. There's just somethin' so sensual 'bout the act.” Yet at the same time, he wants to know her opinion on the matter. This was entirely a two-way street they were about to follow in whichever direction they'd like. “And what 'bout you, my love….?” Despite his preference, Melvin would very much follow suit in his lady's desires.

A quiet part of Rapunzel thrilled that he liked her hair like this. When they'd met, they'd both been blondes, and the decision to got short and brown had been a huge step for her. Liberating. It had meant cutting ties with the most toxic person in her life. But it also meant she forever wondered if people liked her hair as it was now. His attention to it soothed that worry, and neither of them had spoken a word about it.

She knew them well, and stopped walking before she ran into the bed with her legs (she was a little too distracted to look where she was going).

"Mmm, question," she purred against his lips. "Do you prefer to undress your partner or to watch them undress for you?"

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Having desires is something he'd never been able to help for quite some time, at least for quite some years. One of those things he couldn't ignore, and it wasn't as thought Melvin exactly tried all that much; once again the blonde male was male. Did this mean he was lonely to a certain degree? Not that he would ever really admit to being that. Unfortunately, he was stubborn and knew certain things about his own body perhaps a tad too well. Yet he knew full well how to please one of his partners, Elizabeth being no different, which came as no surprise.

If he'd had any inkling about the reactions he was getting out of her with just his finger alone, well chances were he'd done this sooner; clearly no regrets about putting his hand underneath her skirt. Which of course just encouraged him to keep going, to keep that digit moving around inside of Elizabeth's folds that got increasingly wet as the seconds passed. Yet when the kiss is broken, she has his full attention, and he's just about to voice his eagerness. Though he doesn't expect them to end up on the door, with her suddenly on top of him. No complaints, in fact there's a fire in his lower regions. “Yes, madam.” He breathes. “Down here…or should we take this is my bed? Your choice.”

desire is woven into the human soul - it's very existence spans into the essence of all deities. she KNOWS it something that cannot be ignored yet she is often repressing her own desires. for some unknown reason to her - she subjected herself to feel content with loneliness. being with melvin - before he even began to touch her - brought all those desires - hidden and known - to the surface. no one else could do that - not even the divine. she needs him to the point her heart and body ache.

elizabeth moans, opening her mouth further - her tongue moving around his. goose bumps raise upon her skin as he pushes further into her. she craved more - needed more. the teasing is enough to send her over the edge - she begins to move her hips in small circles - anything to encourage him to keep moving. the witch breaks the kiss, breathing heavy as she pleads, "melvin - please. i need you." a kiss is pressed against his lips. "now." her impatient wins out as she pulls them both down to the floor - flipping them so she is the one on top.

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Just as he was about to respond to her teasing with some of his own, she pulled him back in with a kiss;The teasing could pick back up in a moment and most likely would. One of which he couldn't resist, even if he tried. Which he obviously didn't. And there was something about being led to her bed that was alluring. More than Melvin realized.

His own hands soon found her face after she released his, choosing given their agreed direction, deepened the kiss within moments. Yet one hand moved upwards into her brunette locks, one finger twisting around a single piece.

Rapunzel didn't need to look over her shoulder to know what Mel was looking at, and she didn't even try to hide her smile. "Oh, you can't remember she teased, stepping closer and sliding her hands up his chest to his shoulders. "Shall I make you a memory potion?"

But she didn't wait for him to answer. Instead, she drew him back in with another kiss, holding his face in both hands a moment, before guiding him over to the bed he was so eagerly eyeing.

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His eyes weren't focused on the contents of her room, instead he found himself distracted by the glowing of the lights themselves. Of how Rapunzel had complete control over them, how their glow was dependent on her. Which in a sense they very much were. It started with the lanterns themselves, how delicate they were.

Yet it wasn't the first time he'd been in her room, and it wouldn't be the last, either.

Just as his eyes were adjusting, there was a snap of her fingers and the light changed, yet was similar in a sense. A comfortable sense, which caused him to look back at her and saw the look upon her face. That look he'd seen many a time before, the kind that was associated with fireworks and the bioluminescence on the beach. “Well…now that we're in the proper place…where was it that we left off…?” Came his question, as his gaze shifted between her and that queen-sized bed that looked all too inviting. All too tempting.

His enthusiasm made her grin and she laced her fingers with his as she did as he said and led the way upstairs. A quick wave of her hand had her doors locked and the downstairs lights snuffed, and a cheerful little glow emanated from her room, leading them there.

He'd been in her room before, but not for this purpose, and so she looked at the place with new eyes as they entered. She kept it tidy, but she suddenly wondered if it was too immature, with paper lanterns hung from the ceiling (the source of the glow) and her distinctive paintings decorating the walls. A few potted plants sat on the sill of her bay window with the built in cushioned bench.

A few mounted shelves held small plushies and trinkets, and one was dedicated to pretty rocks she'd found while out and about. A low bookshelf sat beside her desk against one wall, and a half-done painting sat on an easel near the window.

And then there was her bed. Queen-sized, with curtains draped around it and tied to the four posters of the corners. Fairy lights hung on the wall behind the headboard and more were draped all around the edges as well. Rapunzel snapped, and the paper lanterns ceased being light while the fairy lights simultaneously lit up. Their glow was more gentle, and never ceased to take her breath away.

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There wasn't a bit of hesitation as she quite literally pulled him to his feet. An eagerness if anything else and a possible excitement already building in his lower regions. How could he very well help things? He was more than ready, a nod at her inquiry.

“I'd love to! Go ahead and lead the way.” To say he hadn't been with really anybody since coming back from Brazil wasn't an exaggeration; perhaps, he'd been waiting this entire time for this moment with her.

She sighed as his kisses wandered, and realized she was blushing. It seemed about time to start taking things further, so she took a moment to get to her feet, and pulled him up with her.

"Want to head up to my room...?" she wondered, suddenly feeling a pang of nerves, but also a thrill of excitement. It had been a long time for her, but there was no one she'd rather be with than Mel.

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Sex and anything of the like certainly wasn't anything new to the man that created storms in his free time for his own amusement. And it wasn't as though she didn't awaken something in Melvin as well because she did. Just ever since they'd kissed, it came as a slight surprise that she wanted him in such a way. Not that he was complaining. Elizabeth allured him like something he'd never experienced before, something foreign, yet something he couldn't get enough of. Was it perhaps how in a sense, yet not, that she was his opposite? Perhaps so, and if he hadn't been so distracted with certain things, he would've reached down for the fallen book. There's a pause in him pressing that finger in deeper as she cups his chin, and her one word of response was all that he needed. Without hesitation, Melvin returns that kiss in more than full, pushing his tongue into her mouth.

Yet the pausing isn't long and despite how wet she already is, he pushes that finger deeper in. Even moves it around a bit afterward, slowly, as if to tease her just a tad bit. Maybe she'll be inspired?

his touch alone gave way to new sensations she'd only read about - let alone be awaken by a single person. sex and physical contact were nothing new to her but he awoken a different aspect within her. she craved more - she's becoming addicted to his tough, his voice, his presence, every aspect of him. the book she'd been reading falls from her hand to the floor with a soft thud - her place of reading forgotten. not that she would care. this moment - with him trailing his fingertips up along her thighs had her full and undivided attention. her breath catches in her throat, eyes closing as his finger moves around her most delicate and currently ultra-sensitive folds. a breathless gasp escapes past her lips as he pushes his finger inside her - already slick with arousal.

she gently brings her hand up to his face, cupping his chin. elizabeth manages only a simple one-word response of 'good' before pressing her lips to his - lips parting after a few moments.

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He'd taken notice of how she'd been wearing more and more skirts and dresses around since that fateful night underneath the mistletoe. One that he hadn't really been questioning things between them, not after the conversation afterward on his twin's couch. Yet they hadn't labelled things, not that he was exactly big on that sort of thing. Melvin didn't really mind, but on the other hand, he did enjoy knowing where he stood with people. Deciding to question this later, he snaked his hand farther underneath the fabric of her skirt, until he was able to find her entrance. A finger danced around the skin for a few moments, then carefully pushed inside.

“Okay, I don't plan to. I want to explore you.” he whispered, keeping his voice low as if someone else would hear.

@desideriamortis

her desire for him to continue - for more outweighs any logical aspect her mind tries to put forward - though her mind was grasping at straws. it's a short battle in her mind. after all - she's been the one wearing skirts and dresses around him more and more - and she never wore underwear when she wore those clothing items. it was intentional on her part. 'maybe - just in case.' are the words she spoken to herself each time before she left the comforts of the underworld for the comforts of being melvin's presence - dreaming of feeling his touch against her skin. gods - he still gave her that intense feeling of being alive just as he had during their first kiss.

"please. don't stop." she breathes, almost whimpering for him to continue.

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[Cont. From] @desideriamortis

The poetry that he'd been reading every so often wasn't his own, just bits and pieces that had mainly been amusing. Ones that had made Melvin chuckle. Except the more recent one was more serious and even a tad on a sensual side; his left hand feeling a tad on the curious side as it slipped underneath her skirt. He wasn't even certain if she'd allow him to, after all, it was the first time.

Yet it seemed with the slight moan and leaning on his neck said volumes.

Those fingers took a notion to brush against her leg, farther and farther upwards, until he took notice of the absence of any underwear. Was that normal for her? He wouldn't know if he was honest. “May I go higher….?”

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Yes, she'd pulled his hair, but he was more than grateful for both that and having her massage his scalp. At least he'd done right, which only encouraged him more.

Given the success, he pulled back enough to lay a kiss where he'd just bitten. Then repeated the process lower and lower down her neck, eventually just kissing since he didn't know what would be too much biting. She'd let him know, right?

She exhaled a whimpered sigh at the caress of his lips, his warm breath.But when he outright bit, she inhaled sharply, fingers fisting in his hair in pleasure.

"Mmm," she hummed, and bit her lip as heat pooled southward. "Y-yeah, like that," she encouraged, releasing his hair and massaging his scalp in case she'd pulled.

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him holding your head in his hands as you bounce on his cock . . . he kisses your forehead with gentleness, smile tender, words soft. but when he cums, he shoves himself into you with all of the force he has, his teeth in your neck

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dinner date where we tease each other under the table until one of us can't take it anymore and we have to fuck in the bathroom

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Those soft brown hues stare up at Melvin, one hand slowly stroking the growing bulge in his shorts. He offers him a coy smile before pressing a kiss to the beauty before him. “Hmm~” Chris hums with knowing smirk, “Please go on, I’m still listening…”

One last look, those eyes glowing purple.

“Mi amor~”

@thebewitchedbaker

Chris may still be listening, which isn't the problem, it's more so the fact of the ever so growing bulge within his shorts, one of which that is growing moment by moment. It's not his fault, not really. And it's obvious by various factors that his friends with benefits, knows exactly what he's doing. Now he's completely lost his train of thought.

A bite to his lower lip to stifle a moan proves this.

Oh, that kiss didn't help matters in the slightest! “I'll try to, but there's a certain somethin' that you're….doin' that might have derailed things.” A hand comes up behind his brown eyed friend's head, willing him to continue. Fingers tangle in his hair as he does so.

“Oh, right… I think I was talkin' 'bout….shit….”

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Bulge kissing is so fucking underrated. Worship me with your lips like I own you. Look up at me with those adoring eyes when I put my hand on your head to guide you. Moan for me when tell you how pretty you look with your mouth on my bulge. My perfect little pet.

[snarkafterhours]

Getting horny from making someone else horny is so much more fun.

[snarkafterhours]

DON'T WORRY DARLING, dir. Olivia Wilde (2022)

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Oh, that was certainly an open invitation! Removing his lips from hers, he decidedly moved lower and lower. “I certainly won't complain,” he attempts with a pause. At first, it was just around Rapunzel's ear, then her jawline, gently blowing warm air as he went.

That might just drive her wild, and frankly he hoped so.

Finally, he moved down to her exposed throat, just kissing at first, might as well take his time with it. Or that was his thoughts. A good few seconds of this, and he finally opened his mouth, sucking and even nibbling every so often.

How did she feel about neck kisses? The very thought of them made her blush with pleasure when she was in the middle of making out, like right now.

"Very in favor of them," she confirmed. "But I like neck bites even more. You?"

So saying she tilted her head, exposing the column of her throat, and gingerly pulled her short hair aside. She knew it wouldn't stay, but it was certainly an invitation.