krempuff | [for Adaline; April]

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[for Adaline; April]

Krem made sure that he had enough time to get home and shower before Adaline would be coming over. He didn't know, really, if she would be baking bread at his place as well, but he wanted to at least have enough time for that. It was a day he had off work, but he'd been at the gym anyway, which meant he'd gone harder than necessary, which meant he needed the shower even more than ever if he was going to have her over.

He was probably acting a damn fool about this. But it was worth making a good second impression. Just in case the first impression was just the wine talking.

Of course, since the lemon cake was a process, it still left him idling as he waited for Adaline to show up. He double checked that he'd texted her the proper building and apartment number, that he hadn't come across rudely. He tidied a little. He took off the cat's collar, just so she wouldn't spook Adaline--after all, there was no reason to assume Adaline would be able to see a ghost cat, like Krem could, so a floating collar would be awful strange. And then, he simply waited between steps of making the cake, as patiently as he possibly could, trying not to be nervous the whole time.

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"I was supposed to..." Adaline lifts her head to watch him kissing down her body, face flushed, eyebrows raised. "You haven't..."

"Hm?"

He looked up at her from against her stomach, fingers still teasing against her ass. The fact that he hadn't come yet didn't matter so much to him at the moment, not when he was sure he could get her off again, when her body was soft and warm and right there.

"I want to," she says, making very deliberate eye-contact with him, pushing up on her elbows to look up at him. "I can wait. And I want to spend some time on you." She tilts her head, her hair tumbling over one breast. "Please."

"Oh," Krem breathed. He wasn't surprised, specifically, but he was always a little fascinated, he supposed, when someone he was with wanted to reciprocate on him. He supposed he shouldn't be anymore.

He looked up at her gently a moment longer, than slid back up her body to kiss her neck, her jaw, her sweet, soft lips.

Adaline's hand skims down over his bicep, his chest, his belly. She leans her weight against him, pushing him onto his back, gentle but insistent.

"I've never done this exact thing before," she admits, starting to kiss down his body. "I expect to be shown the way."

Krem shivered a little, smiling as Adaline pushed him back. He went quite willingly, sprawling out on the bed and spreading his thighs to accommodate her moving slowly down his body.

He touched her hair, a guiding hand with no real weight or control behind it just yet. There might be later, but for now, he just wanted to touch her soft hair.

"I'll make sure to tell you how it is."

He looks beautiful, lying there like that and Adaline bites her lip, riding out a wave of feeling that pushes straight through her. She bends her head, blonde hair slipping forward and presses her mouth against the muscle of his belly, tighter than her own. She brushes her lips lower, teasing him for a moment.

Krem pushed Adaline's hair back gently, wanting to be able to see how she looked as she lowered her head. Raising up on his elbows didn't provide the best angle, actually; in fact, his neck felt a little strained. But he enjoyed being able to watch her. That was half of the arousal at the moment, was seeing her.

Adaline settles between his thighs, her chin resting on his hip as she brings her hand up, brushing her fingers lightly over his cunt at first, teasing. This part, at least, she has some familiarity with. She eases one finger into him, eyes on his face because she wants to see his reaction; she finds herself wanting to catalog every one.

Krem let himself tilt back now, even though he could see how Adaline was watching him. He couldn't hold himself up, even under so gentle an onslaught. He sprawled back on the bed, thighs splaying out, and sighed out softly as she sank a finger into him.

"It's alright, to go a little faster than all that," he said softly, combing his fingers through her hair. "You don't need to start with one."

"Maybe I'm enjoying taking my time?" she says, but she also takes the hint and slides another finger into him alongside the first one, rolling her wrist to fuck him smoothly as she presses kisses against his belly.

"Oh, by all means," Krem said, his voice hitching just a little as she slid a second finger in. He smiled and rolled his hips to meet the press of her hips, lifting toward the warmth of her mouth. "But that doesn't mean you need to be gentle with me. I'm rather resilient."

"I can see that," says Adaline, smoothing her free hand over his stomach. She bends her head again, brushing a kiss under his belly button as she fucks him with two fingers. "You don't want gentle?" Her eyebrow twitches. "What would you prefer?"

"I," Krem started, and then sort of laughed, rolling his hips again. He reached down and touched her head, pushing her hair back gently. She was so soft and lovely, down there between his legs, he could hardly stand it.

His melancholy chewed at him for a moment, but he shoved it away.

"I haven't really got a preference. Very versatile. A bit roughly is nice?" A soft, affected laugh slipped out of him and he cupped her cheek, smudging his thumb over her cheekbone. "However you'll have me."

"Do you like to be slapped?" she teases, turning her head to kiss and suck at the fleshy base of his thumb as she moves the fingers she'es got pressed inside him harder, faster, scissoring them inside him. "Bruises?"

"It's good," Krem said, a bit distracted because of what she was doing with her fingers, trying to stay articulate. He felt a little bit like the one time he'd let the Bull work him over--but that had not been and never would be sexual. He pushed the thought out of his head.

The question about bruises made him flush a little, and he smiled. "I'm easy for that. Biting and the such. I...I can get off from that."

Adaline raises an eyebrow, smiling at the distracted look in his eye, enjoying teasing him a little. She shifts the angle of her hand so that she can press her thumb against his clit, rubbing slowly as she fucks him with her fingers. "Just from that? I don't believe you."

Krem flushed, from collarbone to the roots of his hair, and his breath stuttered in his chest as she played her thumb over his clit like that. He huffed, just a little, a quiet noise of pleasure.

The soft confession was next. "The first time I was with a man, I didn't let him go below the waist. Gave me quite the collar of bites, hadn't half an idea what to do with my chest. And I came in my shorts just from that."

He laughed at the memory, arching his hips down on on Adaline's fingers, looking down at her with dark, needy eyes.

The look in Krem's eyes makes Adaline's skin go hot; she feels her cheeks flush, and she has to pause, for a moment, while she rides out a vibration, a momentary lightheadedness. She doesn't pause the slow, steady movement of her hand.

"And slapping too? Spanking?"

"Yes, that's quite good too," Krem said with a bright sort of laugh. He tangled his fingers briefly in her hair, then trailed them down to her cheeks, her jaw. It was too far to reach her chest and fondle her, but he would have could he have.

"I'd like whatever you want to do to me, Adaline."

"Well, now I have to decide," says Adaline, grinning. She bends her head, presses her mouth against his belly and sucks, nips, working to bring up a bruise, there. "Because I very much think I'd like to watch you come undone."

The sting of her teeth, the tension focusing in his skin and then releasing as heat and static, kinetic energy under his skin drove a slow, rapturous noise out of Krem. His thighs trembled a bit. He dug his heels into the bed, not quite squirming but very nearly.

"Would you...like a list of methods? A l-list of things? You could do to me?" He grinned, first at the ceiling, and then at her. It was full of cheek. "Or would you like to take me apart yourself, like no one else has?"

"Bold," says Adaline, smirking, her best impression of imperious. She drags her fingers free of him and slaps the flat of his thigh, slick from touching him. "Over you go."

The slap, wet and sharper sounding than feeling, made him grin and make a soft, smart noise of desire. He waited until she'd pulled her hands away from him, and then he rolled over onto his stomach. For a moment, he stayed on hands and knees. Then he stretched, cat like, with his arms out on the bed in front of him and his ass still in the air, before spreading his knees to either side of where he knew Adaline to be and letting his hips settle down onto the bed as well. The whole process of it was dramatic and showy, meant to display his muscles and his cunt and the colorful crook and flail tattoo between his shoulder blades.

Edited 2016-04-07 22:54 (UTC)

Adaline has been around for long enough to know that every inch of that display was for her benefit, but it's a very pretty picture and she appreciates that he goes to the effort. Once he's settled on his belly, Adaline leans in, tracing both hands up his inner thighs, fingertips just brushing against his cunt before she takes her hands away again and delivers a smart, hard slap across his ass.

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