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freezerpuppy:

iamthefirechild:

[text to: golden kisses] I did that. I don’t think he wants to fuck me he just really wants me to drink

[text] That sounds kind of fishy. Don’t drink. Take it and pour it on him.

[text to: golden kisses] I don’t WANT to drink at all. he won’t take no for an answer although he doesn’t have a drink he’s offering me

Hot Damn ;-;

freezerpuppy:

iamthefirechild:

whip-laaaaash:

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“You really think so?”

“You’re biased,” she said against his skin, finding a hipbone and peeling the waistband of his shorts down from it. Her tone was light, teasing, though she wasn’t looking at him. “You are young, and someone is paying attention to your body, of course you think they are beautiful.” Summer curled herself half over his leg, pinning it down, and resting one hand very lightly over his cock. Her mouth never left his hip, sucking a mark into the skin there.

Isaac rolled his eyes and ran his fingers through her hair, shaking his head. “You’re gorgeous. Accept it,” he mumbled, closing his eyes again. Isaac frowned, hips bucking a bit in response to her hand. “What… What are you doing?” he asked in confusion, propping himself up a little and sucking in a shaking breath.

“After thinking I’m ugly, or at best plain, for nearly twenty years, I hardly think I’m going to change my mind overnight,” Summer muttered. She lifted her head to meet his eyes, a half-smile turning up one corner of her mouth. Her fingers twitched a little. “What do you think I’m doing?”

Hot Damn ;-;

freezerpuppy:

iamthefirechild:

whip-laaaaash:

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“You really think so?”

“Back to this,” she chuckled, squeaking slightly when he pulled her down. Slowly she pushed herself up, hair tumbling over her shoulders, and dismounted his body, sliding herself alongside him instead. Slim fingers slid down his side, counting each rib individually, before she bent to kiss the contact points. She used the lightest touch, smiling to see the fine hairs stand up on his skin.

Isaac grinned, reaching over and playing with her hair, closing his eyes and shuddering pleasantly. He turned to look at her, smiling gently. “You’re beautiful,” he mumbled, closing his eyes again and humming in pleasure.

“You’re biased,” she said against his skin, finding a hipbone and peeling the waistband of his shorts down from it. Her tone was light, teasing, though she wasn’t looking at him. “You are young, and someone is paying attention to your body, of course you think they are beautiful.” Summer curled herself half over his leg, pinning it down, and resting one hand very lightly over his cock. Her mouth never left his hip, sucking a mark into the skin there.

Hot Damn ;-;

freezerpuppy:

iamthefirechild:

whip-laaaaash:

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“You really think so?”

Slightly dryly, she said, “That would be part of the problem; I don’t know what I want. Your jeans aren’t doing me any favours, though.” A smile hovered at the corners of her mouth, badly suppressed. She let her hands wander down to the button of his jeans, pausing to dip a fingertip in his belly button.

Isaac grinned and shuddered, letting her do what she pleased. He reached down and unbuttoned his jeans, quickly kicking them off and pushing them off the bed. He grinned at Summer and shifted, laying on his back and pulling her down on top of him.

“Back to this,” she chuckled, squeaking slightly when he pulled her down. Slowly she pushed herself up, hair tumbling over her shoulders, and dismounted his body, sliding herself alongside him instead. Slim fingers slid down his side, counting each rib individually, before she bent to kiss the contact points. She used the lightest touch, smiling to see the fine hairs stand up on his skin.

Hot Damn ;-;

freezerpuppy:

iamthefirechild:

whip-laaaaash:

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“You really think so?”

The motion of his hands over her bare skin made her whimper again, hips twitching. Sparks flashed through the nerves in her gut. She hesitated for a second, torn between pinning him flat to kiss and lick and bite her way down his body, and melting helplessly under his hands and mouth while he did the same to her.

Isaac smiled against her lips, hands moving up over her breasts before moving back down to her hips. “Tell me what you want,” he said, starting to kiss her neck again, pulling her close and wrapping her legs around him. “Do you want to do what we were doing earlier?” he asked, flashing her a grin.

Slightly dryly, she said, “That would be part of the problem; I don’t know what I want. Your jeans aren’t doing me any favours, though.” A smile hovered at the corners of her mouth, badly suppressed. She let her hands wander down to the button of his jeans, pausing to dip a fingertip in his belly button.

Hot Damn ;-;

freezerpuppy:

iamthefirechild:

whip-laaaaash:

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“You really think so?”

Another kiss, and another, one arm encircling his neck, fingers playing with his hair. She made little sounds of pleasure, pressing herself more strongly against him. She mouthed her way along his jawline to whisper in his ear, “I want you,” before biting his earlobe.

Isaac shuddered at the kisses, returning them happily and letting out a little moan when he felt her moving against him. He smiled, sliding his hands up her back and over her stomach. “You can have me,” he murmured, kissing her again.

The motion of his hands over her bare skin made her whimper again, hips twitching. Sparks flashed through the nerves in her gut. She hesitated for a second, torn between pinning him flat to kiss and lick and bite her way down his body, and melting helplessly under his hands and mouth while he did the same to her.