[ There's another whimper, then again, taking deep breaths and pathetic exhales with his name. She wants that so much; his face between her legs, tongue on her skin until it shines only with his saliva. Cellar doesn't have to speak for every other sound to say it out loud: she's coming, hips jutting forward, feet planted on the mattress as a shiver runs down her nape. Her hand and thighs are wet, muscles tense and so wonderfully overwhelmed where she climbed to an orgasm with nothing but her touch and his voice. ]
[Theo listens to every sound - he even stops his hand so he won't come until the end of it, when he can feel her body tense and shake and then, and only then, does he pick up the pace. He moves his hand over his cock rapidly, clenching his teeth as his orgasm builds again and finally blows with a grunt, head lolled back into his pillows and his body arching to milk every drop into his palm.]
Fffffuck, yeah - yeah.
[A moment or nine of silence, just - breathing. Steadying. His heart in his ears.]
Ugh, I - ah, you're so good, babe. Even when you're not actually here.
[ With his voice in her ear, grunts and shaky words hand-in-hand with his orgasm, Cellar closes her eyes with a tormented grimace. She could start touching herself again, ride the high and the pangs of arousal Theo is causing without even knowing it at this point. Self-control is biting her lower lip, keeping her legs together and her hand far from her navel, staring up at the ceiling.
After the pause, after she relishes in debauched little compliments— ]
[His voice is hoarse - like he's really been wrung through, grunting through his teeth as his fingers still stroke himself - slowing until he's looking down at his palm, speckled with cum. He brings his hand to his lips, licking a droplet off, trying to imagine it being her tongue.]
I want you too. I want - I want you to clean every drop. Think you can?
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Fuck... Fuck.
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Fffffuck, yeah - yeah.
[A moment or nine of silence, just - breathing. Steadying. His heart in his ears.]
Ugh, I - ah, you're so good, babe. Even when you're not actually here.
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After the pause, after she relishes in debauched little compliments— ]
I wanna lick it off you.
[ That's her asking him to give her the order. ]
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[His voice is hoarse - like he's really been wrung through, grunting through his teeth as his fingers still stroke himself - slowing until he's looking down at his palm, speckled with cum. He brings his hand to his lips, licking a droplet off, trying to imagine it being her tongue.]
I want you too. I want - I want you to clean every drop. Think you can?