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

His eyes came open, so that blue fire could meet her eyes. His cheeks had turned a bit pink with desire and pleasure, his body pressed tightly to hers. His hands, though, they continued to play. Almost idly, without any real pattern or thought behind it, his hands caressed her nipple. "You, Teddy. I desire you. Anything and everything that you will give me. It's you that I want."

Again her cheeks flushed with heat because of the way he looked at her, the way he touched her and spoke to her. He could make her knees feel weak so easily, and it felt so good when he did.

"You have me..." Teddy smiled, her eyes breaking from his as she pressed her lips to his throat, let her tongue press softly against his skin before her kisses trailed down his chest and along his collar bone. The caress of her hand never once stopping, her own body arching into his touch and into his hands as her own nimble fingers continued to tease and please him with a loving touch.
"Do you want my lips..." and she blushed harder, though... it was worth it if she could get him to voice his desire. "My hands...." in response to which, as if to ask him to decide, the caress of her hand grew a little firmer. "Or me..."

Oh, now that was just unfair! He was going to call shenanigans in about two seconds! He shivered as he felt her lips and tongue at his throat, growled a little louder when he felt her fingers tightening on him to stroke him more firmly. "I want.." He was having trouble thinking, much less picking one of the three. "Can't I have all three?" Because let's face it. He was greedy.

Hah! As if she was being unfair when all she wanted was to make sure he felt good. Besides... he enjoyed torturing her. So only fair she got to pay him back hm?

"You can..." Teddy smiled with another nip at his skin, just a little firmer, just a hint of sharpness in contrast to her lips that started to slowly trail down his chest and down his stomach. Kissing, licking, tasting him with low moans of pleasure while she worked her way down his body, listening to every little sound he'd give her, every shiver and reaction of his body.

Her free hand slipped around to his back so it could trace his scars with a light brush of her fingernails while the other continued to caress and stroke him with slow, lingering movements. The touch of her lips, once they reached his thigh, once she was on her knees, followed by a glance of blue eyes up at him so he could see just how much she wanted him, just how much it pleased her to feel his pleasure as well.

The touch of her mouth on him caused him to shiver. He growled, one hand going up, to press against the shower wall. If only for something to use to ground himself, because truly? She just felt a little too good. He moved, his thighs parting for her so that she could reach anywhere that she wanted to... the only reaction she got was the press of his hips forward, against the hand stroking him, and a loud, pleased moan. "God, you feel good..." was his muttered reply.

That blush of hers wasn't going to fade anytime soon, though she truly couldn't help but smile as she closed her eyes, listening to his sounds and feeling his reaction. And when he spoke? Oh she loved that... Loved it that she could make him feel that way. Loved it that he wanted her.

Again her lips brushed against his thigh, the teasing touch of her hand on him lingering only for a few more moments before gently slipping away so that she could rest both hands on his thighs while she leaned in to brush her cheek against him. Soft lips tracing across his hip, across his thigh again before turning her head to allow her touch to find him in sweet, fluttery caress. The light press of her nails against his thighs in contrast to the touch of those pale gentle lips that traveled along his length and parted so to allowed the tip of her tongue to move against him.

She wanted him. She truly wanted him oh so badly. Wanted so much to please him. Though that didn't mean she couldn't torture him a little bit while making him feel good, right?

And it was very much torture. One of his hands drifting down, to slide into the blonde curls of her hair. There, he held her, though he made no effort at all to move her head any differently. He just wanted something to hold on to. She took her hand away so that she could brush her cheek along his length, moved both of her hands to his thighs. That earned her a light whimper of protest, soon gone in the face of having her mouth start to tease him.

He didn't rock his hips forward or toward her... which took quite a great effort. Instead, he trembled, holding himself still so that he could close his eyes and lean his head back against the wall of the shower. The hand in her hair tightened, though not quite enough to be painful. He growled again, letting her know just how good her mouth felt against him, even though she hadn't fully taken him with her mouth... yet.

She whimpered when his hand tightened in her hair, not because it hurt, because it didn't, but because of the way it made her feel, made her draw her breath as she arched her back to press her chest against his thighs while she continued to lick and tease with a soft wet tongue and gentle lips that would kiss in between the slow licks.
To feel his reactions like this, those growled sounds of pleasure, it was enough to make her own body give a light shiver of desire and anticipation of its own. The blond letting him feel every one of her own reactions in response to his, wanting him to know how good it made her feel when able to bring him pleasure like this.

Again her lips parted, letting her tongue move slowly against him time and time again. Wanting his desire to build, wanting his pleasure to linger, wanting very much to feel every little shiver she might be able to make him feel before allowing her lips, now warm and soft, to embrace him with a low moan that was muffled as her mouth closed gently around him.

At first, she simply held him like that between her lips, allowing her tongue to press against him and circle him without moving down on him. Her hands at his thighs giving a light press of her nails against his skin in contrast to the softness of her mouth that continued to ever so gently prolong the torture by almost giving him what he wanted, but not all of it. Not right away anyways.

It was one of the joys of still being alive. His head went back as he felt her mouth fully close around him, those warm, soft lips wrapping around him. The hand in her hair tensed, clutching at her hair, but he wasn't trying to move her. Not yet, anyway. He just held her there, let her feel how much he enjoyed the feel of her mouth around him the fingers in her hair flexing.

His hips moved, just a little. Just enough to press against her mouth, bringing her mouth fully against him. There were advantages to being Kindred, too, not the least of which was the fact that breathing was entirely unnecessary. He pulled her close, buried himself fully in her mouth and throat. Though he didn't start to thrust into her mouth, he was starting to roll his hips just slightly against her -- a specific sensation to both Kindred and ghoul. His eyes came open so that he could look down at her with bright blue eyes, his mouth parted as he groaned, his face turning pink with heat.

She'd already been blushing and by the looks of it, it wasn't going to fade anytime soon as she whimpered softly, the sound muffled against him as she answered his reaction by pressing her nails against his thighs again. Her tongue and lips caressing with a soft warm touch as he rolled his hips slowly against her, the blond letting him decide for now, following his lead really as another muffled whimper escaped her.

Slowly, gently, her hands started drifting, one remaining at his thigh and squeezing it softly, while the other traveled up to his hip and snaked around it so that she could, with that same slow deliberate movement, drag her nails gently down, across his buttocks and down the back of his thigh. A contrast to the way her tongue wrapped around him when he rolled his hips against her, pressing him against the top of her mouth while softly flexing her lips to caress him as he moved.

The blond arched her back again too, pressing her chest against his legs while he held her by her hair, while she listened to the sounds of his voice, of his pleasure and enjoying every moment of it.

He had tried to take his time with it, to be gentle about the whole thing. But with one hand in her hair, he found that, whether he wanted to or not, his hips were moving. Rolling and pressing against her, into her as she looked up at him. And her blush? That just made him want her more, made him growl and moan in pleasure. His back arched as his hips moved to her, pressed against her lips just to see if she would stop him. She didn't need to breathe, but he wouldn't force her to take all of him, not even now, when she pleased him so well.

The muffled sound of a whimper could be heard when he pressed against her lips, her eyes closing as she let her nails press against his thigh again. Though stop him? Not as if she would now was it? The blond letting his hand in her hair guide her movements as she whimpered against him with a lingering blush, moving her tongue and lips to caress him while he let his hips roll against her, moving himself into her mouth. His moans and his reactions much too good for the Caitiff to want to stop as she brushed her body against his legs, wanting his warmth and the closeness as much as his sounds of pleasure while the hot water kept flowing over them both.
She'd said she wanted to please him... and there really could be no doubt that she liked it when he reacted to her the way he now did.

With another growl, the hand in her hair pulled. None to gently, he pulled her mouth away from him, dragging her back to her feet. It maybe would have hurt, but not so much that it was unbearable, or even bad, for the Caitiff. He wasn't even giving her time to think, dragging her to her feet and crushing his mouth to hers. It was a bruising kiss, hot and hungry and full of need... for her. He needed her. Wanted her. And it showed, in the way his teeth nipped at her lip, the growl that came from his throat, the way his tongue pressed into her mouth to taste not only her, but taste himself on her.

She moved easily when he pulled at her hair, pulled her to her feet and muffled the sound escaping her lips with that hard, passionate kiss that had her knees feeling weak. The Caitiff' unable, and unwilling, to hide the shiver rushing through her as she sensed his need and his want, a sensation strong enough to fuel her own and causing her to react out of instinct as she returned the kiss with that same heated passion.
Her arms moving so to allow her hands to slowly drag their nails down the sides of his body, careful as she pressed her right high gently up between his legs.

He growled against her mouth, his hands finding her. It wasn't that he didn't want her to react -- oh, he did so love her reactions. But he was hotter now than even in the kitchen earlier, and it showed. The way he gripped her, the way he almost impatiently moved her thigh to pull her legs up. Up and over his waist, one hand still tangled in her hair. With another growl, he managed to speak... just barely. "Tell me now if you want me to stop."

One word, without hesitation, breathed heavily against his lips when he lifted her, said it all really.
"Never..."
She would never ask him to stop, she loved his passion too much to ever want him to hide it. She desired him entirely too much to ever turn him away, her arms moving around his shoulders, her fingers pressing against his shoulder and entwining in his hair.

"Yours..."

Her permission was all that he needed. With another loud growl, the hand in her hair slipped down to her waist. With both hands, he lifted her, pressing her back against the wall of the shower once again, only this time? This time he entered her, one long, powerful stroke so that he could sheath himself inside of her heat. He brought his mouth to hers in another of those bruising kisses, demanding that she give him herself, demanding that she give him her heat.

Anything he wanted she would give, his pleasure becoming her own as her tender cry faded into the kiss, as her body welcomed the sensation of his with a shiver that rushed through from head to toes.

Her skin flushed pink with the heat he incited in her, the blond whimpered and moaned as the legs around his waist tightened, the heels of her feet digging into the back of his thigh and his back as if wanting to pull him closer. Her body wanting to move, to press against him, to push her hips against his, but unable to do much the way he had her pinned. A feeling in itself which slight frustration only made her want more.

He didn't really pause. He continued to thrust into her, his hips moving in quick, powerful thrusts. With a groan, he grazed his teeth over her jaw, down to her throat. There, a sharper bite was given. He was using the wall to hold her up, his fingers digging into her thighs as he used them to hold her open for him.

So good... so very good... The blond not caring if her voice might carry as she let out a tender cry that spoke of her pleasure and her desire. Her arms and legs tight around him, marvelling as much in the moment as his desire, the Caitiff freely admitting how good it felt to be desired like that, by him. By the man who'd made her want him so easily... and who now had her pinned against the wall, moaning and whimpering in a kind of pleasure she hadn't known for a very long time. A kind of pleasure that felt more intense with him than any other lover she'd had.

Sometimes, he wished he could read minds. He would have loved to read her mind now, to know if she truly enjoyed what he was doing to her. He couldn't help it -- when he got like this, when his need and desire grew so great -- he always worried that he might hurt someone, that he might not be able to stop if he needed to. It was why he kept his eyes open, pulling his mouth away from hers. Watching her face, her expressions, as his hips moved and thrust harder and harder into her, taking her with the sharp growls and sounds of pleasure that escaped his throat.

She was starting to tremble, her body surrendered to his desires as she pressed her nails against his back and shoulders in need of something to hold into, in need of holding onto him. It wasn't as if she feared he'd drop her, but she needed to do something, anything, and that something resulted in a set of faint pink lines across his skin as her nails dragged down his shoulder. The hand still in his hair closed tight as she cried out again when he thrust harder into her.
Her desire feeling like a fire in her chest as she forced herself to open her eyes, if only to meet his gaze for a second, if only so he could truly see the kind of pleasure he brought her. She wanted him to know. Wanted him to see what he could make her feel and how close, so very close, to the edge he had her.

She was not the only one on the edge. Her eyes came open and met his and it was early everything he could do to not let himself go right then, let her feel just how much she affected him. He held her, though, with absolutely no danger of dropping her. He arched his back and growled when he felt the scratches on his back -- don't tell anyone, but that was one of Medywn's favorite things. He kept his eyes on hers, though, even though he shuddered and trembled with the force of his own desire and pleasure.

The way he looked at her had a whimper get caught in her throat before the sudden sensation of her body giving in, whether she meant for it or not, overwhelmed her.
Her eyes closed tight, she arched her back to press against him as her trembling fingers found purchase at his shoulder and the back of his neck, her nails pressing hard against his skin as her let parted in a tender cry. The blond surrendering without hesitation to the moment as the euphoric high of her climax clouded her senses and her mind. Unable to do much but hold onto him while she trembled with the force of each pleasurable wave that crashed through her.

The shivering of her, the feel of her reaching her pleasure, seemed to spark his own. With a growl, she felt him stiffen just a bit, felt him thrust suddenly hard into her as a rush of warmth filled her. She could feel him growing inside of her, felt the waves of pleasure as they seemed to start with her and end with him, though he didn't let her go. Far from it; he bit her shoulder in his pleasure, still growling, though he buried himself inside of her and just held her there, pinned against the wall, as he gave in to his own pleasure.