She choked on a laugh. “Not doing the obedient thing,” she hissed, peeling one arm out of the top. “Also, Halloween. Shut up. And don’t stop, for fucks’ sake! don’t stop.” Every second or third time his mouth hit her skin she shuddered, want burning deeper, and squirmed. It didn’t take long for her to be nearly flat on her back, helpless under his hands.
The Mesmer let out a pleased laugh against her skin at Summer’s words. “Wouldn’t dream of it, love,” he answered in a rough voice, breath hitching in his own desire. Her arm being out of the suit gave Vex plenty of room to start getting it the rest of the way off, continuing to assault her collar with kisses and nips, occasionally sucking at the flesh, leaving fresh hickeys as he worked on removing her clothes.
He /kept/ moving, making it hard for her to get her hands where they were most wanted; he was wearing entirely too much now. “God you are a cruel — gah — son-of-a-bitch,” she hissed, trying to figure out /how/ his top came undone. She curled her fingernails into his skin. “How the fuck do your clothes even work?” Summer finally complained.