Not necessarily, [ A but in the way she leaves it there, then hums, looking around to think. Then she smiles, a little mischievous. ] This place has tons of rooms. Bet we could find an empty one and make it ours?
[Hand in hand until he lets go to open a door to one of the many parlours. He looks in and then smiles, holding the door open like a proper gentleman.]
This one is usually empty. I read here rather often.
[ She doesn't think she'll ever stop feeling charmed, led inside, taking Harry's hand as soon as it's free again, looking around like it's all new. Maybe it might as well be, since she's seeing it as his space. Her eyes back on him, ]
[The room is not large, and is quite typical of an old English parlour. The space is taken up by a wingback chair near the window, a chaise along the adjacent wall, a low round table, and a bookshelf.
Harry locks the door behind them and then walks into the room proper. He stands beside the chair and places his hands on its back.]
Here. If you sit and look out, you can see the grounds slope toward the forest. You can watch for birds, and small mammals.
[ A little pink in her cheeks, a sweet murmur of enthusiasm and affection for him as she steps over and turns around to sit, nape on the cushioned back to look up at him, then ahead at the promised view. It doesn't disappoint. ]
[Harry lets Cellar settle before he steps to the left. One of his hands gently moves Cellar's hair aside. He leans down and places soft kisses along her neck.]
[ Her eyes shut, she lets out a soft exhale, skin shivering sweetly under his kisses. She tilts her head, gives him access, and her fingers find their way into his curls, massaging gently.
Remembering their first time feels like it belongs in a different universe. It was fun, yes, but the buildup was nothing like this. It feels a little magic, now. She's smiling at the thought when she turns her head to kiss him on the lips. ]
[Harry has come a long way in how he handles intimacy, but he still feels his face heat up when Cellar's lips first touch his. In spite of that, he kisses back easily enough, letting it heat up naturally. By the time he pulls his mouth away he's feeling very warm indeed.
Harry unbuttons his coat and slips it off, folding it before he sets it on the table. He turns back to Cellar, hands on the buttons of his vest.]
Cellar, I should very much like to please you. Would you like to stay in the chair, or lay upon the chaise?
[ They're not just flushed — her cheeks are warm, watching Harry like every button he slips with his fingers is the very center of all her focus. Her fingers are a little tight on the armchair, her legs rubbing together as she adjusts her posture. ]
We could start here.
[ And take it elsewhere when it's her turn to give him everything. She doesn't intend to leave this room until she does. ]
[ What is it about him that makes her feel like it's her first time? Normally she's so eager to actively participate, like she's lesser if she doesn't, but now she just... wants to let him lead. ]
[Harry has such a soft, lovely voice. He lowers his face to her knees, kissing each before his hands skate up her thighs, pushing her skirt ahead of them.]
I'm very fortunate to have such an effect.
[His lips trail after his hands, angling inward on one thigh. His beard scrapes gently against her skin.]
Although I do hope the reality lives up to the fantasy.
[ She parts her legs for him, watches her skirt ride up her thighs as his hands explore soft skin. Her fingers are in his hair now, grinning as his beard tickles, anticipation stirring her senses low on her stomach, warmth pooling down to her navel.
A part of her will always have a pinch of uncertainty as to how people will react to finding the soft swell in her panties, but — Harry's seen all of her before; he touched Mila everywhere, treated her like a lover even when she'd dressed up in a silly costume. She trusts him completely.]
Harry… I don't think you could disappoint anyone if you tried.
[A soft laugh between her thighs before he nuzzles against the bulge in her panties. His hands rest on her hips as he rubs his face against her, inhaling deeply.
He mouths her through her underwear, tongue pressing eagerly against her. It doesn't take long to soak the fabric.]
[ Hard to believe him when he presses his nose against her like that, when he touches Cellar like she's — being worshipped, somehow, or discovered like she's something wonderful. There's a soft whimper when his mouth draws a circle around her bulge, when his tongue feels warm and leaves her panties wet where they begin to strain against the fabric, as if searching him back. Fingers curl on the armchair again, taking a deep breath like she's bracing herself, controlling herself, legs shifting as she leans back and sinks a little, eyelids fluttering shut. ]
[It's only then that he lets his fingers find the elastic of her panties and slide them down. He puts his mouth against the inside of her thigh when he speaks.]
Tell me if it's not alright.
[Because he's going to touch her with one hand before putting his mouth on her again, eager to taste. He licks along soft flesh, then smiles.]
[ She smiles back at him, an exhale to release some of the tension, watching her panties slide down and her cock emerge, soft and twitching lightly in anticipation. Tell me if it's not alright, and she wants to tell him she also doesn't think that's possible, but he gets a nod anyway. His hand is so warm, he touches her like he knows her like a familiar lover, and then his lips and tongue to relearn the shape and taste of her and make her whimper. ]
Y-yeah?
[ Her body responds to him, skin slightly taut, nipples perking up under her bra. She brings a hand up to cup her breast over her shirt, squeezing lightly. ]
[He drags his tongue up her shaft before wrapping his hand around her again so that he can stroke while he talks.]
For example... I saw you at breakfast the other day. Your hair was pulled back. I spent the rest of my morning thinking of your neck, of the angle of your jaw. Before lunchtime came I had to... to see to myself.
[He shifts to kiss a line up from her pelvis to her navel, stroking her the whole time.]
[ As if he can take her by surprise down there, when his saliva has already been cooling on her shaft - that's still what she sounds like though, like she's taken by surprise, eyes shut and mouth open, matching his rhythm with her hips, undulating into him. ]
Maybe you, [ A breath, a whimper, ] You could pull it for me. From behind.
[Harry pulls off and gives the length of her shaft an obscene lick before he nods and gets to his feet again. Watching her the whole time, he unbuttons his shirt.
He's still a short, slight man. His voice is still soft. But there is no mistaking that when he next speaks, he's expecting no argument.]
[ There's no mistaking that she's thrilled by it, even though she aches for the heat of his mouth, her dick at half-mast and leaking when she flexes her muscles to get up. Her limbs feel weak already, running her hands up his stomach to where his shirt parts at his chest, stealing a kiss before his wish is her command.
Panties shed, skirt lifted where it sits on her groin, Cellar gets on the chaise, something a little more daring in her grin. She'll help Harry out of his pants if he doesn't do it first. ]
[That kiss and that little grin warm a lot more than Harry's groin. He pauses, shirt undone and half untucked, smiling back at her.]
You are incredible.
[With a final prayer to whatever gods keep parlour doors locked, he peels his shirt off. He is very furry, a fact that a quick glance at his wrists would betray. It's something that he'd worried about in his early days at the manor, but not as much anymore.
Harry moves in close, leaning down for a filthy kiss. He doesn't stop Cellar when she undoes his trousers, exposing his thoroughly modern underwear. His dick is straining at the material, eager for touch.]
I shall have you turn around, on your hands and knees. I think you'd like that, wouldn't you?
[ She swallows and catches her breath after the kiss, eyes on him like something has shifted, from that grin to gazing at a figure of authority now, telling her what to do. Pretty explicitly. ]
Yes, I'd like that, Harry. Thank you.
[ The hint of submission in her words, then actions, Cellar lets go of the shape pressing against the fabric of his underwear with one last affectionate stroke, then stands up to turn around and press her palms and knees down, spread apart as a thin string of fluid drools between her thighs, dropping on the chaise. She moves her hips again, needy, waiting to feel him close ]
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[ Even if it's just for the day. Or night. ]
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[Hand in hand until he lets go to open a door to one of the many parlours. He looks in and then smiles, holding the door open like a proper gentleman.]
This one is usually empty. I read here rather often.
...and the door locks.
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Show me your favorite spot?
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Harry locks the door behind them and then walks into the room proper. He stands beside the chair and places his hands on its back.]
Here. If you sit and look out, you can see the grounds slope toward the forest. You can watch for birds, and small mammals.
Would you like to see?
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[ A little pink in her cheeks, a sweet murmur of enthusiasm and affection for him as she steps over and turns around to sit, nape on the cushioned back to look up at him, then ahead at the promised view. It doesn't disappoint. ]
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Remembering their first time feels like it belongs in a different universe. It was fun, yes, but the buildup was nothing like this. It feels a little magic, now. She's smiling at the thought when she turns her head to kiss him on the lips. ]
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Harry unbuttons his coat and slips it off, folding it before he sets it on the table. He turns back to Cellar, hands on the buttons of his vest.]
Cellar, I should very much like to please you. Would you like to stay in the chair, or lay upon the chaise?
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We could start here.
[ And take it elsewhere when it's her turn to give him everything. She doesn't intend to leave this room until she does. ]
... I was thinking about you last night.
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[He sounds genuinely surprised. His vest joins his coat and then he returns to the chair, going to his knees in front of Cellar.
His hands rest lightly on the tops of her thighs as he looks up at her, smiling.]
Good thoughts, I hope.
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Really good thoughts.
[ She reaches down, caresses his face. ]
Is it too much if I say I touched myself?
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[Harry has such a soft, lovely voice. He lowers his face to her knees, kissing each before his hands skate up her thighs, pushing her skirt ahead of them.]
I'm very fortunate to have such an effect.
[His lips trail after his hands, angling inward on one thigh. His beard scrapes gently against her skin.]
Although I do hope the reality lives up to the fantasy.
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A part of her will always have a pinch of uncertainty as to how people will react to finding the soft swell in her panties, but — Harry's seen all of her before; he touched Mila everywhere, treated her like a lover even when she'd dressed up in a silly costume. She trusts him completely.]
Harry… I don't think you could disappoint anyone if you tried.
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[A soft laugh between her thighs before he nuzzles against the bulge in her panties. His hands rest on her hips as he rubs his face against her, inhaling deeply.
He mouths her through her underwear, tongue pressing eagerly against her. It doesn't take long to soak the fabric.]
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Tell me if it's not alright.
[Because he's going to touch her with one hand before putting his mouth on her again, eager to taste. He licks along soft flesh, then smiles.]
I've thought of you often.
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Y-yeah?
[ Her body responds to him, skin slightly taut, nipples perking up under her bra. She brings a hand up to cup her breast over her shirt, squeezing lightly. ]
Tell me about it?
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[He drags his tongue up her shaft before wrapping his hand around her again so that he can stroke while he talks.]
For example... I saw you at breakfast the other day. Your hair was pulled back. I spent the rest of my morning thinking of your neck, of the angle of your jaw. Before lunchtime came I had to... to see to myself.
[He shifts to kiss a line up from her pelvis to her navel, stroking her the whole time.]
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[His tongue drags its way back down. He takes Cellar into his mouth properly, wet and hot, swallowing her down.
He's had enough practice by now.
He pulls back and off just long enough to smile up at her. Then he's back to finding a pleasing rhythm with mouth and hand.]
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[ As if he can take her by surprise down there, when his saliva has already been cooling on her shaft - that's still what she sounds like though, like she's taken by surprise, eyes shut and mouth open, matching his rhythm with her hips, undulating into him. ]
Maybe you, [ A breath, a whimper, ] You could pull it for me. From behind.
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He's still a short, slight man. His voice is still soft. But there is no mistaking that when he next speaks, he's expecting no argument.]
Get on the chaise, my dear.
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Panties shed, skirt lifted where it sits on her groin, Cellar gets on the chaise, something a little more daring in her grin. She'll help Harry out of his pants if he doesn't do it first. ]
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You are incredible.
[With a final prayer to whatever gods keep parlour doors locked, he peels his shirt off. He is very furry, a fact that a quick glance at his wrists would betray. It's something that he'd worried about in his early days at the manor, but not as much anymore.
Harry moves in close, leaning down for a filthy kiss. He doesn't stop Cellar when she undoes his trousers, exposing his thoroughly modern underwear. His dick is straining at the material, eager for touch.]
I shall have you turn around, on your hands and knees. I think you'd like that, wouldn't you?
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Yes, I'd like that, Harry. Thank you.
[ The hint of submission in her words, then actions, Cellar lets go of the shape pressing against the fabric of his underwear with one last affectionate stroke, then stands up to turn around and press her palms and knees down, spread apart as a thin string of fluid drools between her thighs, dropping on the chaise. She moves her hips again, needy, waiting to feel him close ]
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