(OOC: Sorry for taking so long to tag this! Computer issues + getting swamped with game tags...)
Slaine straightens up once he releases his girlfriend from the hold, a slight tensing of his brows at the sight of her breasts alone, and he quickly senses the familiar strain in his pants. It's unbearable, and he suspects it'll grow worse if he keeps watching her, but it can't be helped. He finishes unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and shrugs it out of him, dropping the fabric to the floor.
"Who says anything about roleplaying?" He retorts, quirking an eyebrow at Sheryl as his fingers, impatient and urgent as the way he groped her breasts earlier, now linger on his pants. Hear that, Sheryl? That is the sound of a zipper being tugged down, in tandem with the soft puffs slipping out of his mouth. Gravity does the rest of the work pulling his pants down to reveal his navy blue boxer briefs.
"Now, where were we...?"
Instinct is what guides him to the bed, to crawl on top of Sheryl and ignore the obvious tinge of red dusting his cheeks. He doubts he'll ever stop blushing despite how unusually bold he's acting, but no matter, he ought to stop overthinking.
Closing his eyes and ignoring the nerves overtaking him, Slaine lowers his mouth to one of his girlfriend's breasts, capturing a nipple in between his plush lips.
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Date: 2016-12-02 11:59 pm (UTC)Slaine straightens up once he releases his girlfriend from the hold, a slight tensing of his brows at the sight of her breasts alone, and he quickly senses the familiar strain in his pants. It's unbearable, and he suspects it'll grow worse if he keeps watching her, but it can't be helped. He finishes unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and shrugs it out of him, dropping the fabric to the floor.
"Who says anything about roleplaying?" He retorts, quirking an eyebrow at Sheryl as his fingers, impatient and urgent as the way he groped her breasts earlier, now linger on his pants. Hear that, Sheryl? That is the sound of a zipper being tugged down, in tandem with the soft puffs slipping out of his mouth. Gravity does the rest of the work pulling his pants down to reveal his navy blue boxer briefs.
"Now, where were we...?"
Instinct is what guides him to the bed, to crawl on top of Sheryl and ignore the obvious tinge of red dusting his cheeks. He doubts he'll ever stop blushing despite how unusually bold he's acting, but no matter, he ought to stop overthinking.
Closing his eyes and ignoring the nerves overtaking him, Slaine lowers his mouth to one of his girlfriend's breasts, capturing a nipple in between his plush lips.