Got enough said about me that I still need to catch up to!
So... enlighten me.
[ Sounds like he's horny enough to admit to his own curiosity. By now, though, any pretext of shielding his own vulnerability is well out the window. The proximity they share now, the resulting exposure, leaves nothing left to hide between them. Physically, at least, save for the mask Peter continues to wear as a fanciful little ornament, the lower half of his face left exposed. Kind of sums up what truly lies between them: a willingness to open their hearts to each other, but hiding just enough to play it safe. To let time decide if more is worth sharing.
Peter, as always, is optimistic. But he's not pushing his luck-- that's more Felicia's thing. For now, he goes with what he suspects simply works. Folds now spread open before him, Peter laps his tongue against Felicia's exposed clit, every lick slow and languid... yet playfully so. Like he's purposefully riling her up with anticipation, never mind how much he already busies himself with his fingers. He slips a third one in, in fact, waiting to see if Felicia notices (she will), as each thrust of his hand only strengthens in force. A somewhat boyish eagerness takes over him as his licks sacrifice a methodical slowness for enthusiastic speed, tongue flitting with a greater frequency despite never wavering from the same spot.
Home indeed, like Felicia says. ]
What can I say? Never been too far from it.
[ For a second, Peter feels something resembling Mephisto's influence when saying those words. Granted, it's a microscopic enough sensation that he shrugs it off.
After speaking, he resumes his course. Trading the tip of his tongue for the presses of his lips, which pucker against the circumference of Felicia's clit. Less than an inch below him, here, are fingers that continue working away inside her, curling with a distinct vigor at the apex of every thrust-- each fingertip, at the same time, pressing against her most sensitive spot within. A very hungry spider, clearly... showing the evident benefits of a metabolism that came packaged with all his endowments.
Kidding. But that enhanced libido definitely comes from somewhere. ]
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So... enlighten me.
[ Sounds like he's horny enough to admit to his own curiosity. By now, though, any pretext of shielding his own vulnerability is well out the window. The proximity they share now, the resulting exposure, leaves nothing left to hide between them. Physically, at least, save for the mask Peter continues to wear as a fanciful little ornament, the lower half of his face left exposed. Kind of sums up what truly lies between them: a willingness to open their hearts to each other, but hiding just enough to play it safe. To let time decide if more is worth sharing.
Peter, as always, is optimistic. But he's not pushing his luck-- that's more Felicia's thing. For now, he goes with what he suspects simply works. Folds now spread open before him, Peter laps his tongue against Felicia's exposed clit, every lick slow and languid... yet playfully so. Like he's purposefully riling her up with anticipation, never mind how much he already busies himself with his fingers. He slips a third one in, in fact, waiting to see if Felicia notices (she will), as each thrust of his hand only strengthens in force. A somewhat boyish eagerness takes over him as his licks sacrifice a methodical slowness for enthusiastic speed, tongue flitting with a greater frequency despite never wavering from the same spot.
Home indeed, like Felicia says. ]
What can I say? Never been too far from it.
[ For a second, Peter feels something resembling Mephisto's influence when saying those words. Granted, it's a microscopic enough sensation that he shrugs it off.
After speaking, he resumes his course. Trading the tip of his tongue for the presses of his lips, which pucker against the circumference of Felicia's clit. Less than an inch below him, here, are fingers that continue working away inside her, curling with a distinct vigor at the apex of every thrust-- each fingertip, at the same time, pressing against her most sensitive spot within. A very hungry spider, clearly... showing the evident benefits of a metabolism that came packaged with all his endowments.
Kidding. But that enhanced libido definitely comes from somewhere. ]