Christmas eve at the little workshop (open) - Creator's Workshop

Teddy gave his throat a light nip of her teeth, feeling her own body reacting to his, feeling it crying out for his touch again with a soft shiver that seemed to mirror his own.

Slowly her lips moved down his throat, lingered at his collar bone while she pulled at his shirt again, exposing more of his torso as her hand slipped from his hair and her lips brushed across him through the fabric of his clothes before finding his chest.

A light touch, brushing across his ribs as she moved down slowly, letting now oh so gentle fingers follow the caress of her lips with a light dance across his skin. The tip of her tongue leaving wet little circles in its wake.

Yes, she was softly tormenting him and probably enjoying it as much as he was if the low whimper escaping under her breath was anything to go by.

He seemed to be intent on keeping his eyes open. But for a ghoul, that was harder than it was for a Kindred. It wasn't the first time he had played this game, if the reactions of his body were any indication. Subtle clues; tiny signs, would have told her that much. The eyes that were struggling to stay open, the hips that rose to press against her... suggestively, but not demanding. The way his lips pressed together to let her hear the little sounds that built up in his chest, but didn't quite break free. Those little whimpers that told her... he had given her his trust. And he meant it. For now, at least, he was hers.

His back arched, offering her more of his throat and shoulder. His breathing coming still faster, his chest rising up enough to feel every touch, every sensation of her body over his, her fingertips slowly exposing his flesh to the air... and in turn, to her. But he was very clearly enjoying himself.

She shivered softly again, a natural reaction it would seem for her body in response to his. Those sounds, those reactions, they were so sweet and enticing, and again she wanted to feel his arms around her, wanted to be touched and caressed as well. And again there was a soft warmth that spread throughout her as her blood heated for him.

Her hands found his flanks, traveled down the side of his body and grasped lightly at his hips as if to pull him up into the caress of her mouth and tongue for a moment as they moved from his chest and across the flesh of his stomach.
She wanted so badly to make him feel good... and she hoped that he felt what his body seemed to be telling her as she moved down further.

Again her hands drifted across his warm body, following the waist of his pants only to find his belt and loosening it with nimble fingers. She could feel his eyes on her and for a moment, her lips still pressed to his flesh, she looked back up at him with a loving smile.

For now...
She pulled at his trousers and his underwear at the same time, easing them slowly off his hips while making sure to caress each inch of his skin as it was exposed to her with soft lips.

For now he was hers.

He well and truly was, with his hands caught behind him. His breath quickened, became sharp and quick as she moved over his body. He would have loved to have touched her, to have felt her as she caressed him. His hips lifted for her, helping her to remove his clothing. But he remained stubbornly quiet, his eyes open, watching her, as she teased him. He just looked at her adoringly, waiting to see what she might have in store for him as she removed all traces of his clothing.

As the last traces of restraining fabric was moved out of the way, her cheek brushed against him as she kissed her way slowly back up his thigh.
Her hands followed suit, light touched of her nails across his skin before coming to rest at his hip and thigh while she brushed her cheek against him again, let those soft, gentle lips trail across his skin and then slowly along his length before parting so to allow the tip of her tongue to softly lick. A low sigh escaping her as she did so, pressing her tongue against him, circling and teasing with a wet touch while feeling, as much as listening, to his reactions.

The moan was torn from his throat, as much as he tried to keep it in check. The feel of her cheek, that porcelain skin against his own, darker flesh, caused him to shiver, his lips finally parting to let the groan come. He had been keeping himself at an odd angle to be able to see her. A bit uncomfortable, but he watched her, each and every motion of her head and lips, but mostly, he was trying to stay focused on her eyes.

Which went completely by the wayside when he felt the first shock of her lips and tongue against him. His head fell back, his eyes closing in his pleasure and his arousal. His hips moved instinctively, to press toward the mouth that teased him, and it was made all the more intense by the fact that he couldn't really move. It was the first time in a very, very long time that he had surrendered his own control to someone, and no, Jamie doesn't count. Jamie would kill him if he tried to do this kind of thing with him. He pressed his lips together, the soft whimpers coming from him as the situation finally hit him. He couldn't see her at the moment, being mortal, he couldn't hold the position necessary to see her. But more, there was a helplessness to it, and that made his arousal that much more evident... not only to her, but to him.

If he had been able to see her he would've seen her cheeks flare with another blush as she both felt and heard his reaction. It had her hands pressing their fingers a little more firmly against his skin, but her lips and her tongue retained the same softly caressing touch as before even if a low whimper once more made itself known as she tasted him and savoured the wonderful feeling of his reaction.

And seeing as he was reacting so sweetly, she continued with that soft wet caress. Licking and circling him almost painfully slowly with her tongue, pressing her lips to him and kissing in-between though without taking him onto her mouth. Not yet anyways, not until she felt as if he was inches from begging would she part her lips and embrace him. Her tongue still caressing, pressing against him and flexing while moving him against the roof of her mouth while slowly, still painfully gently, moving down on him, trying to take as much of him as she could.

Her now softly warm lips caressing each inch of him with a muffled sigh of pleasure, both as she moved down as well as when she pulled back, repeating those gentle touches softly again and again while her nails scraped lightly across the flesh of his thigh.

His breath came in quick gasps, little groans coming from him as his hips started to move. But only slightly... not quite away from her, but with the maddening way she was caressing him, it was difficult for him to not beg, to not try to take some sort of control for himself. So he didn't move away from her, exactly, as seem to be squirming, struggling with the situation and his own loss of control.

And it was a struggle. He wanted to move, to slide his wrists from the binding behind him, to take her head in his hands and truly use her mouth. But he stopped himself, as much willpower as it took. But his arms flexed, tensing, as he fought the urges that she inspired in him.

The metal dog tags around his neck were still there. He likely never took them off, in truth, and they tinkled with a merry little sound as he writhed, almost a mockery of his own struggle, a cheerful little beat for him to writhe by. "Teddy..." he groaned, his hands flexing in their bondage. "You feel so good. Oh, God, Teddy..."

As much as she could feel his need, her caress didn't change. Still slow, still gentle, she used her lips and tongue for all they were worth to lick and flex against him while she slowly moved up and down along his length seemingly determined to push his limit in this case, though in the best possible way if nothing else.

One hand still on his thigh, the other though slipped from his hip to snake around to rest against the small of his back while she arched into him. She wasn't trying to keep him from moving, instead moving so to make sure his writhing, his sweet writhing, allowed him a tiny bit of control over the pace.

Her own soft sounds of pleasure at his reactions probably drowned out by his as she used her tongue to help suck him in, once again trying to take as much of him as she could.

As much as he struggled, it was clear that he didn't want to have control of the situation. Not really. Though he writhed, his back arching to make sure that her hand had the room to move easily around his body, he was happy to surrender the control to her. His head moved, turning from side to side as he tried, and failed, to keep himself from arching into the touch of her mouth, or tried to not shudder or whimper at the feel of her. He wanted her, maybe a little too much. It could have been the vampiric blood that coursed through his veins, heightening his awareness of the fact that he was being mercilessly teased. Or it could have been her, the way she pressed into him, against him, the way she had him bound and tormented him to complete distraction. Either way, he continued to writhe in the sweet torment, in the torture that she gave to him with such ease, and he once again found his voice. "Oh, God, Teddy..." But those were the only words he could manage, just her name, around the moans that were growing increasingly loud in the little room. He wasn't begging yet, but he was close, as she continued to torment him.

A little more pressure in the way she used her tongue and lips, a slight change in rhythm as she whimpered when he arched into her seemed to be natural reactions to the way he moaned and writhed in response to her caress. Her nails pressing against his back, dragging slowly across his scarred skin creating a contrast to the softness her mouth was providing.

Oh, and his moans... the way he called out her name, it truly only made her want to give him more. Wanting so badly for him to just give into the softly lingering torment as she let those sweet sounds fill her senses.

She wanted, and it wasn't very long that she got what she wanted. At least, to some extent. He continued to moan and writhe, his hips arching upward. His voice added to the mix, his arms tensing and flexing, but still not struggling against where his hands were bound. He didn't truly want to be free. But he wanted her reaction, wanted to see what she would do. "Teddy..." he panted out, between his shivers and his whimpers, "Teddy, please..."

She pulled back, the touch of her lips leaving him with a whimpered sigh, though the touch of her hands on his thigh and back still lingered as she slowly raised her gaze to look at him with a heated glow to her cheeks, one of which was brushing softly against him while the hand on his thigh gave a light squeeze.
"Please what....?"

That was almost worse, than the teasing... for the teasing to stop. He struggled, with himself, with the fact that she had stopped. Though she was asking him, and the words broke through his slight haze. A faint rush of color stained his cheeks, not quite used to the situation. More specifically, he wasn't used to vocalizing his need or want, and it caused him to blush. But only mildly. "Please, Teddy... take me...?"

The soft intake of air came as a gasp that seemed to get caught in her throat, caused a shiver to rush through her and made her fingers press against his back again.

"Medwyn...."

Heavens she wanted him...

Her eyes closed again, her hand drifting from his thigh to wrap her nimble fingers around him as her lips once again embraced him with a low moan. She wanted him... though this time around she would be content to just give.
Her fingers flexing as they moved along his length, her tongue brushing against him at the same time that her lips worked to pull him in. Her caress a little firmer, a little faster, seeking that point of release that would push him over the edge.

It wasn't going to take him long, if his sounds and movements were any indication. His breath caught on a long moan, his hips pressing up to the fingers that wrapped around him, into the mouth that enveloped him. So hot, so wet, and so very pleasurable, her efforts had the ghoul moaning and writhing again. Quickly, in fact, his head falling back and his throat arching up, working as he drew in breath, tried to form words that came out as long, pleased moans. His arms flexed too, his fingers, if she were looking, digging into the blankets that covered the bed, gripping, holding on there for something to ground him and keep him from struggling. He had made a promise not to hurt the scarf, and he intended to keep it.

Manicured nails dragged along his scarred back, her body arching into his again, still with that intense caress of her mouth and of her hand that sought only his pleasure.
She couldn't really look though, but she could feel him tensing, feel him pull at the blankets and loving every moment of it. His heat, his arousal and his passion, his pleasure becoming her own as the enjoyment of his reactions translated into her touch and caress.

He was trembling, almost constantly now. He growled, pulling hard at the blankets. He was still writhing, his body moving to the ministrations of the blonde, when he suddenly, quietly, spoke again. "Teddy... move..." It was his own little way of explaining what was happening to him, that he was going to find his release... and knowing that she was Kindred without the ability to swallow anything other than blood... it would get very messy very quickly if she didn't.

Well, that depended really, she didn't actually have to swallow... Though this time? This time her lips did move away from him though her hand lingered, still with that wonderful caress of nimble fingers. The blond allowing her lips to brush across his skin, up his hip before parting to allow him just a brief touch of her fangs and sinking them into his flesh before he could do much else.

That edge she wanted to push him over? Perhaps she was trying to throw him over it.

Though, she wouldn't drink. It was for his pleasure, not hers, although she would allow herself to savor the taste of those few drops that was brought to the surface by the bite.

His whole body went taut as he felt the press and pierce of her fangs into his flesh. And it held taut, his body shivering and trembling as the first wave of pleasure coursed through him. She could feel it, too, the pleasure that she brought him, hot and in a rush against her where she gripped him. His breath came in short, sharp bursts, punctuated by the groans that told her just how much he enjoyed her. He began to squirm as well, pressing against her hand, but more importantly, to him, into her mouth as she gave him the Kiss.

It had her biting down a bit harder, that reaction of his. Her hand still caressing, sliding along his length as she held the kiss for a good while longer, making sure he got what he needed from it, even if it had her testing her own will so not to drink from him, before sliding her fangs from his flesh first when he was fully spent.

Her breath a soft sigh across his skin as her caress turned feather light while her tongue sealed the wound before gently easing her hand away from him to rest against his thigh again while taking a moment to try and make the blush go away.

The hand at his back sliding up to slip the knot free with one light tug at the scarf.

He didn't seem to know right away when she untied his hands. He was laying back, trying to relax, unable to do much more than squirm a little in her hands. He was breathing heavily, his eyes closed and his lips pressed hard together, trying to come down from the high that she had given to him already. "Teddy... thank you..." His only problem was that it would take a while for him to be able to please her in the same way.

That wasn't really a problem, she was much too happy about his reactions, about his pleasure to care if he returned the favour or not. She brushed her lips against his side, kissed softly and the slowly raised her eyes to gaze up at him while the hand that had rested on his back found one of his hands with a gentle touch.
"Was it too much...?" because she kind of had to ask since biting him at the apex of his pleasure might've been pushing it a little.

He gasped in shock, his body going taut and rigid when she kissed him again. It wasn't a bad kind of rigid, though. Far from it. It was the memory of pleasure, and his hands finally reached for her. To wrap his hands around her, to pull her up and onto him so that he could hold her close. "Too much...? God no! It was perfect."

Now that was a pleased happy smile if ever he saw one, the caitiff easily pulled up and close as she instinctively moved an arm around him and softly nuzzled in close.
"Then I'm glad..." Teddy sighed with that lingering smile, listening to the sound of his heart and his breathing as he held her close. "You make such sweet sounds..." she whispered, biting her lip softly as a light hint of colour still graced her cheeks.