[ He doesn't respond to her, but only because he ends up being so busy trying to think of what to bring in terms of alcohol, since he doesn't drink all that often and has limited experience in choosing, that by the time he looks at the clock on his device he realizes he's running later than he wanted to be. From there it's a frantic rush through getting dressed in the underwear she'd bought him — he's been keeping it in the box it came in — and then throwing on regular clothes over it, a dark blue henley and a pair of jeans, over which he dons that same leather jacket he always wears.
He manages to actually be on time to getting to her house, knocking on the front door right at 7 with a bottle of wine gripped in his other hand. Technically, it's not his favorite, but he'd panicked and grabbed the first thing he could find out of a desire not to be late to being here.
When the door opens, though, he does his best to be calm as he greets her, tilting his chin down, gaze taking her in for a moment. ] Hey.
[ it was never her intention to make him nervous enough to consider something late, exactly, but she's glad he's come. the wine was unnecessary, but she smiles when she sees him holding it and bites her lower lip as she does so. ]
Come in. [ she nods with her head, the way he's looking at her making her warm already. ] The bedroom's upstairs.
[ The response partially dies in his throat when his gaze sweeps over her, dropping low; it's honestly kind of impressive, the way he towers over her a little while she manages to make him feel two feet tall just from the presence she exudes. ]
Bedroom. [ He finally finishes the sentence out loud, but the word leaves him a little more hoarse, and he instinctively clears his throat. ]
[ what he'll see as his gaze moves over her is a black robe. long. tied at the waist. it's nothing special, not fluffy at all, but sleek. it covers all the right parts, but it's comfortable enough to wear around the house if, say, someone were to come to the door.
the way he stammers is so very him that it draws a smile from her. ]
Unless you'd rather sit and talk first? We can catch up.
[ eyes wide with innocence now, she motions toward the living room as if she's made a mistake. an assumption about what he's doing there. ]
[ He's very quick to protest the idea, which definitely betrays his level of interest, although it hadn't taken him very long — basically as soon as she'd opened the door to him wearing that — to start thinking about the reasons she'd invited him over here.
Truthfully, he would just sit in the living room and talk with her if that's what she wanted. He's probably made it clear enough in all of their interactions that he'll follow her lead, whatever call she wants to make here.
Right now, his gaze is darting between her and the entrance to the living room, and before he can think to question it he steps in, his free hand sliding across the curve of her hip. ]
[ any sense of triumph that she feels at his immediate protest is hidden behind a raised eyebrow and a tender smile. she adores finn, she really does, and she's glad that he's there for her in her most needed times and when she's feeling playful - like now. but when he steps closer and actually takes the initiative to touch her, she inhales deeply and raises her gaze to his. ]
Did you.
[ she breathes it and it's less a question than a statement, her hand moving to the closure at the front of his pants but doing nothing with it. ]
[ His voice drops to a lower volume, but it's also deeper too, now that she's closer, close enough for him to lean in and inhale the scent of her hair when he tips his head down to look at where her hand is. Suddenly, he wishes he didn't have this wine bottle in his other hand, that he had both free to reach for her, but the one that isn't carrying anything slips around from her hip to rest at the small of her back. ]
Right here?
[ On a bold whim, he presses his hand on her to guide her in against him, but it's a gentle pressure; she could easily break it if she wants to, but he's hoping she doesn't, especially since he's already leaning down in search of her mouth. ]
[ in a way, finn is already restricted by the wine bottle, his hand tied by being forced to hang onto it. but the way he always seems so nervous isn't something qi'ra's sure she should appreciate or soothe, but then his voice drops and she bites her lip as his hold on her tightens.
he's good at that. that kind of kiss that's all encompassing and full. she gives in, all sweetness, as it deepens. she doesn't mean for him to drop trou in her front hallway, wanting to take him upstairs and let him get undressed for her, but she's never been one to keep her hands to herself. to that end, she lets her fingernails skate over the front of his pants and gives a little moan. ]
[ It always takes him a second to find more of his confidence again, with her, but for some reason it usually happens when he finally kisses her for that first time, when he's reminded all over again that she wants him just as much; the first taste he gets of her mouth is something heady and familiar, and from then on he's assured enough to take the lead on kissing her too, exhaling softly when she gives voice to that little sound.
He's already starting to twitch harder in his pants, there's no avoiding that, especially not when she gives him the light graze of her nails through the fabric, and he has this sudden and intense mental image that she could probably just lead him around the house with a hand right on his cock if she wanted and he'd go readily, gladly. Instead, he breaks the kiss for a second, impulse seizing him again, for his hand to encircle her wrist, skimming up to the back of her hand until he can guide her palm to where he's beginning to fill out the material. ] You feel this? What you're doing to me?
[ if there's anyone that gets qi'ra to that moment as fast as she does to them, it's finn. very few people in the city have been able to arouse her as quickly or cloud her thinking like he has and, of the people she's known, he's the one left that leaves her that way instantly. she guards their friendship intimately and is glad that he still comes to see her when he can. knowing that she still has an effect on him is both arousing and fills her with a sense of power that she doesn't feel ashamed of. ]
I'd be disappointed if I didn't. [ she squeezes gently, feeling that firmness under her palm, and feels her plans sliding away. ] Upstairs, Finn. Not down here.
[ It's a risky move and one he wouldn't attempt with just anyone, but considering the relationship they have and what he's most often content to do with her, to let her do to him, maybe he feels like he can get away with more sometimes, let the end of the leash she's holding slacken between them before she remembers to tighten her grip again. Beyond that, he cares about her, and he hopes that part comes through apart from everything else. He leans down, nuzzling his nose against the fall of her hair until he can get to that spot on her neck beneath her ear. ]
Mmhmm. Yes, ma'am. [ He sighs once, soft, when she squeezes him, and in that moment his move is decided for him; he crouches down just enough to tuck his arm beneath her thighs, scooping her up to hoist her against him before he starts carrying both of them toward the stairs heading up. If she wants to go upstairs, he'll take her there, bearing her slight weight easily in the curve of his arm with that wine bottle still clutched in the other hand. ]
[ in his arms like that, qi'ra finds it easy to nuzzle back against his neck. to tip her nose against his jaw, to breathe him in. placing soft kisses there, they become more open mouthed as she sucks and nibbles her way down his neck and to his collarbone, pausing only when they reach the threshold of her bedroom.
lips against his ear, she whispers. ] Put me down so I can undress you.
[ It's honestly more impressive that he manages to keep a hold on her when she's doing that to him, soft lips dropping kisses to the side of his neck in a way that nearly diverts him altogether into just pinning her to the nearest wall and drawing her robe open so he can take her right there, hard and fast and dirty. But he figures she might want this to be something different, and he can be patient enough to wait for it.
The second he's set foot in her bedroom, though, he complies, leaning down slowly so that she can slip from his grasp and plant her feet firmly on the floor before he straightens again.
At this point, it probably passes wordlessly between them anyway, but he's hers to command in this space, and he readily submits to letting her remove whatever she wants to in whatever order she wants to do it, arms dropping loose and relaxed to his sides. ]
[ the idea of finn pinning her to a wall rather than completing the journey doesn't even occur to her simply because it's finn. he's too gentle and sweet and she would likely come apart immediately if he'd ever taken the initiative to do something quite that bold. it also just does things to her, knowing that he's willing to submit to her like that.
but this is different.
she runs her hands along the fastenings of his trousers, then looks up at him. ] Undress for me. Until you're just in those boxers for me.
[ when he begins to comply, she'll step back and finish undressing as well, until she's completely nude before him. ]
[ It's difficult to explain why it almost helps him, submitting to someone else like this, following someone else's orders until he's almost out of his own head and not thinking about anything else under than listening to them, paying attention, doing things that will ultimately please them — which in turn pleases him too, on a level he can't fully grasp. Qi'ra has been one of those people for him, the same way Poe has, someone who just innately knows what he needs and is happy to give it to him.
So he finally sets that wine bottle off to the side and then starts undressing himself per her instruction — although he's not rushing through it either, figuring she'll appreciate it more if he takes his time, unveils each part of himself slowly. Jacket, shirt, shoes, pants and socks all get peeled off, and eventually he's standing there in what she'd sent to him, instinctively crossing his arms in front of his body with one hand gripping the opposite wrist as he looks at her.
He's already had a more physical reaction just to kissing her, but seeing her naked in front of him now... it's going to be impossible for him to hide his response, especially in these boxers. ]
[ that demureness that he has - holding his wrist in front of him - indicates a shyness she knows he sometimes has but not now. not for this. her hands go to her slender hips, eyes on his as she watches him, not worrying about the shimmering boxers he's wearing but taking in the expanse of his chest and the way he's looking at her, too. ]
[ It takes a minute, but he wills himself to relax his stance, letting go of that wrist so that both of his arms shift to hang by his sides instead, and here he just stands in front of her, letting her peruse him. If this was any other situation he might already be joining her on the bed, maybe guiding her up against him for another kiss before lowering her down against the mattress and mouthing his way down her body — but he's here to please her, and right now that means doing whatever she tells him to. ]
Thank you.
[ He says it instinctively, but then his eyes find hers rather than studying her naked curves and he says it again, a soft and sincere murmur, thanking her for the gift of it too. ] I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you'd have a sense of what looks good on me.
As much as I enjoy touching you and feeling you? [ she's not looking to make him blush, but if it happens, so be it. her voice softens as she looks him in the eye as well. ] No, you should not.
[ stepping into his space again, she traces the line of the band, then tucks a finger inside before teasing her lips along his jaw. her voice stays low and sultry, as she murmurs for him. ]
Touching you, teasing you, letting you touch me... taste me. [ she inhales deeply at the spot on his neck below his earlobe. ] Remembering how you made me come with your tongue, with your cock... do you remember, Finn? [ she doesn't wait for an answer as her next kiss trails along his collarbone, the fingers of both hands sliding into his boxers at his sides. ] It's my turn. I want to taste you again. Make you come on my tongue. Your cock.
[ Even if he blushes, it's more difficult to tell; the most obvious sign would be if she were touching his face at any point because she'd feel it in his cheeks, the tips of his ears, but she can probably also pick up on it from how he presses his lips together, ducking his head slightly.
His gaze lifts to her as she approaches him, though, gazing down over the fall of her hair, the curve of her cheekbone, and all in an instant his eyes flutter shut as she pairs the sliding caress of her fingertip with the gentle tease of her lips, enough to make his stomach muscle clench slightly while that touch drifts very close to the edge between material and more skin before curling underneath. ]
Yes. [ He breathes it, now that she's this close, not needing to speak above a whisper for her to hear it. Looking at her without a stitch of clothing on has already made him hard for her, but hearing what she wants to do with him, to him makes his cock jump in those boxers, and even if he hasn't fully been directed to, he reaches up to cup the side of her cheek in his hand, leaning down at the same time to take her mouth in a deep kiss.
By the time they break apart again, he nods once, looking over her face, and retreats again, giving her permission to proceed how she wants with him. ] Please. I... I want to feel your mouth.
[ honestly, she doubted that he'd object. it's been a long time since he's been completely at her mercy but she has no intention of tying him down before she swallows his cock this time. she fully intends to make him stand there while she does it.
the kisses continue, across his collarbone and his chest, then down his sides as her hands hold him for her balance as she eases to her knees, sliding his gift down as she does. there's a tenderness as she bares him to her view, eyes lifting to his with a bite of her lower lip, and then she's kneeling before him with that scrap of glittering cloth at his ankles and his cock in front of her face. ]
I like you like this. [ she says it quietly, without looking at him, stroking him carefully. ] Hard, in front of me.
[ She's never really been met with any objections from him, especially because she's never handled him cruelly or with any intention to cause him pain — this dominance, the way that they've always done it, is her issuing orders with the confidence that he'll follow them, but never giving him something that she knows he'd have hesitation about or even say no to. He trusts her enough to take care of him like this, and not just because she's in the process of dropping to her knees in front of him right now.
He swallows once, thickly, and he can't stop himself from touching her, from wanting to keep touching her; when she finally kneels down in front of where he's standing, he reaches out to gently thread his fingers through her hair, stroking the soft brown strands, tucking a few stray pieces behind her ear. It gives him something to do above the way his heart is pounding in his chest, and focusing on her means he can almost keep his breathing slow when she peels that underwear down and his cock springs out into view, fully hard before she even wraps a hand around it. ]
You... honestly, you barely have to do anything. [ To get him like this, is what he means, but he groans quietly, more of a brief grunt, as he looks down to watch her hand moving on him, somehow infinitely better than when he touches himself. ] Just looking at you makes me hard, mistress.
[ she asks it with a tone that is both questioning and sure. there's something about power on her knees, knowing she'll make him groan her name and make him come despite the way she's kneeling in front of him. knowing that he'll beg her if she wants him to, that she controls this as much as she does any encounter between them. she knows his answer before he gives it, but asking makes it seem as if he might give another.
stroking him as she asks it, she holds him gently cupped in her hand as she licks him from the base of his cock to the tip before looking up at him again. ]
Will you do what I say even though I'm the one on my knees?
[ The word for her, something more than just her name, had almost slipped out of him without thinking about it — something that feels more formal, more significant than just calling her ma'am, but that wouldn't have seemed right either, not when that's the way he'd address any older woman more respectfully. He's not fully aware that he's even said it until she repeats the question back to him, and then he blinks a little, cognizant that he's uttered it loud enough for her to hear. ]
... yes. [ He gives her that answer in a hush, but it's confident when it comes — assuring, at least, that while he has this with her specifically, no one else has even come close to being considered that way in his mind. His fingers thread deeper into her hair, and when she leans in to drag her tongue over the length of his cock, he draws in a breath through his nose, a sharp inhale. ]
I will. Anything. Anything you say. [ It doesn't matter whether she stays on her knees and takes her time licking him until he begs for more or chooses to wrap her lips around him and eventually lets him come down her throat — whatever she says, goes, at least when it's the two of them alone together. ]
[ there are very few circumstances and even fewer people who can get away with calling qi'ra outside her given name. this is one of those circumstances and finn is one of those people. she allows it because she feels like it grounds him, gives him an escape into this moment as much as it does her and she rewards his acquiescence with another stroke of her tongue.
widening the stance on her knees just a little for balance, qi'ra places her other hand on the back of his thigh so that she can hold herself to him and also control, for the moment at least, how deep he goes. she licks again, then swallows the head of his cock, sucking gently. repeating it twice more, she finally looks up at him. ]
Hold my hair, Finn. Don't hold back. You won't hurt me.
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He manages to actually be on time to getting to her house, knocking on the front door right at 7 with a bottle of wine gripped in his other hand. Technically, it's not his favorite, but he'd panicked and grabbed the first thing he could find out of a desire not to be late to being here.
When the door opens, though, he does his best to be calm as he greets her, tilting his chin down, gaze taking her in for a moment. ] Hey.
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Come in. [ she nods with her head, the way he's looking at her making her warm already. ] The bedroom's upstairs.
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[ The response partially dies in his throat when his gaze sweeps over her, dropping low; it's honestly kind of impressive, the way he towers over her a little while she manages to make him feel two feet tall just from the presence she exudes. ]
Bedroom. [ He finally finishes the sentence out loud, but the word leaves him a little more hoarse, and he instinctively clears his throat. ]
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the way he stammers is so very him that it draws a smile from her. ]
Unless you'd rather sit and talk first? We can catch up.
[ eyes wide with innocence now, she motions toward the living room as if she's made a mistake. an assumption about what he's doing there. ]
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[ He's very quick to protest the idea, which definitely betrays his level of interest, although it hadn't taken him very long — basically as soon as she'd opened the door to him wearing that — to start thinking about the reasons she'd invited him over here.
Truthfully, he would just sit in the living room and talk with her if that's what she wanted. He's probably made it clear enough in all of their interactions that he'll follow her lead, whatever call she wants to make here.
Right now, his gaze is darting between her and the entrance to the living room, and before he can think to question it he steps in, his free hand sliding across the curve of her hip. ]
I wore them. Your... gift.
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Did you.
[ she breathes it and it's less a question than a statement, her hand moving to the closure at the front of his pants but doing nothing with it. ]
I cannot wait to see them.
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[ His voice drops to a lower volume, but it's also deeper too, now that she's closer, close enough for him to lean in and inhale the scent of her hair when he tips his head down to look at where her hand is. Suddenly, he wishes he didn't have this wine bottle in his other hand, that he had both free to reach for her, but the one that isn't carrying anything slips around from her hip to rest at the small of her back. ]
Right here?
[ On a bold whim, he presses his hand on her to guide her in against him, but it's a gentle pressure; she could easily break it if she wants to, but he's hoping she doesn't, especially since he's already leaning down in search of her mouth. ]
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he's good at that. that kind of kiss that's all encompassing and full. she gives in, all sweetness, as it deepens. she doesn't mean for him to drop trou in her front hallway, wanting to take him upstairs and let him get undressed for her, but she's never been one to keep her hands to herself. to that end, she lets her fingernails skate over the front of his pants and gives a little moan. ]
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He's already starting to twitch harder in his pants, there's no avoiding that, especially not when she gives him the light graze of her nails through the fabric, and he has this sudden and intense mental image that she could probably just lead him around the house with a hand right on his cock if she wanted and he'd go readily, gladly. Instead, he breaks the kiss for a second, impulse seizing him again, for his hand to encircle her wrist, skimming up to the back of her hand until he can guide her palm to where he's beginning to fill out the material. ] You feel this? What you're doing to me?
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[ if there's anyone that gets qi'ra to that moment as fast as she does to them, it's finn. very few people in the city have been able to arouse her as quickly or cloud her thinking like he has and, of the people she's known, he's the one left that leaves her that way instantly. she guards their friendship intimately and is glad that he still comes to see her when he can. knowing that she still has an effect on him is both arousing and fills her with a sense of power that she doesn't feel ashamed of. ]
I'd be disappointed if I didn't. [ she squeezes gently, feeling that firmness under her palm, and feels her plans sliding away. ] Upstairs, Finn. Not down here.
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Mmhmm. Yes, ma'am. [ He sighs once, soft, when she squeezes him, and in that moment his move is decided for him; he crouches down just enough to tuck his arm beneath her thighs, scooping her up to hoist her against him before he starts carrying both of them toward the stairs heading up. If she wants to go upstairs, he'll take her there, bearing her slight weight easily in the curve of his arm with that wine bottle still clutched in the other hand. ]
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lips against his ear, she whispers. ] Put me down so I can undress you.
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The second he's set foot in her bedroom, though, he complies, leaning down slowly so that she can slip from his grasp and plant her feet firmly on the floor before he straightens again.
At this point, it probably passes wordlessly between them anyway, but he's hers to command in this space, and he readily submits to letting her remove whatever she wants to in whatever order she wants to do it, arms dropping loose and relaxed to his sides. ]
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but this is different.
she runs her hands along the fastenings of his trousers, then looks up at him. ] Undress for me. Until you're just in those boxers for me.
[ when he begins to comply, she'll step back and finish undressing as well, until she's completely nude before him. ]
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So he finally sets that wine bottle off to the side and then starts undressing himself per her instruction — although he's not rushing through it either, figuring she'll appreciate it more if he takes his time, unveils each part of himself slowly. Jacket, shirt, shoes, pants and socks all get peeled off, and eventually he's standing there in what she'd sent to him, instinctively crossing his arms in front of his body with one hand gripping the opposite wrist as he looks at her.
He's already had a more physical reaction just to kissing her, but seeing her naked in front of him now... it's going to be impossible for him to hide his response, especially in these boxers. ]
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[ that demureness that he has - holding his wrist in front of him - indicates a shyness she knows he sometimes has but not now. not for this. her hands go to her slender hips, eyes on his as she watches him, not worrying about the shimmering boxers he's wearing but taking in the expanse of his chest and the way he's looking at her, too. ]
They look good.
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Thank you.
[ He says it instinctively, but then his eyes find hers rather than studying her naked curves and he says it again, a soft and sincere murmur, thanking her for the gift of it too. ] I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you'd have a sense of what looks good on me.
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[ stepping into his space again, she traces the line of the band, then tucks a finger inside before teasing her lips along his jaw. her voice stays low and sultry, as she murmurs for him. ]
Touching you, teasing you, letting you touch me... taste me. [ she inhales deeply at the spot on his neck below his earlobe. ] Remembering how you made me come with your tongue, with your cock... do you remember, Finn? [ she doesn't wait for an answer as her next kiss trails along his collarbone, the fingers of both hands sliding into his boxers at his sides. ] It's my turn. I want to taste you again. Make you come on my tongue. Your cock.
[ since he's there to do what she says. ]
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His gaze lifts to her as she approaches him, though, gazing down over the fall of her hair, the curve of her cheekbone, and all in an instant his eyes flutter shut as she pairs the sliding caress of her fingertip with the gentle tease of her lips, enough to make his stomach muscle clench slightly while that touch drifts very close to the edge between material and more skin before curling underneath. ]
Yes. [ He breathes it, now that she's this close, not needing to speak above a whisper for her to hear it. Looking at her without a stitch of clothing on has already made him hard for her, but hearing what she wants to do with him, to him makes his cock jump in those boxers, and even if he hasn't fully been directed to, he reaches up to cup the side of her cheek in his hand, leaning down at the same time to take her mouth in a deep kiss.
By the time they break apart again, he nods once, looking over her face, and retreats again, giving her permission to proceed how she wants with him. ] Please. I... I want to feel your mouth.
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the kisses continue, across his collarbone and his chest, then down his sides as her hands hold him for her balance as she eases to her knees, sliding his gift down as she does. there's a tenderness as she bares him to her view, eyes lifting to his with a bite of her lower lip, and then she's kneeling before him with that scrap of glittering cloth at his ankles and his cock in front of her face. ]
I like you like this. [ she says it quietly, without looking at him, stroking him carefully. ] Hard, in front of me.
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He swallows once, thickly, and he can't stop himself from touching her, from wanting to keep touching her; when she finally kneels down in front of where he's standing, he reaches out to gently thread his fingers through her hair, stroking the soft brown strands, tucking a few stray pieces behind her ear. It gives him something to do above the way his heart is pounding in his chest, and focusing on her means he can almost keep his breathing slow when she peels that underwear down and his cock springs out into view, fully hard before she even wraps a hand around it. ]
You... honestly, you barely have to do anything. [ To get him like this, is what he means, but he groans quietly, more of a brief grunt, as he looks down to watch her hand moving on him, somehow infinitely better than when he touches himself. ] Just looking at you makes me hard, mistress.
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[ she asks it with a tone that is both questioning and sure. there's something about power on her knees, knowing she'll make him groan her name and make him come despite the way she's kneeling in front of him. knowing that he'll beg her if she wants him to, that she controls this as much as she does any encounter between them. she knows his answer before he gives it, but asking makes it seem as if he might give another.
stroking him as she asks it, she holds him gently cupped in her hand as she licks him from the base of his cock to the tip before looking up at him again. ]
Will you do what I say even though I'm the one on my knees?
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... yes. [ He gives her that answer in a hush, but it's confident when it comes — assuring, at least, that while he has this with her specifically, no one else has even come close to being considered that way in his mind. His fingers thread deeper into her hair, and when she leans in to drag her tongue over the length of his cock, he draws in a breath through his nose, a sharp inhale. ]
I will. Anything. Anything you say. [ It doesn't matter whether she stays on her knees and takes her time licking him until he begs for more or chooses to wrap her lips around him and eventually lets him come down her throat — whatever she says, goes, at least when it's the two of them alone together. ]
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widening the stance on her knees just a little for balance, qi'ra places her other hand on the back of his thigh so that she can hold herself to him and also control, for the moment at least, how deep he goes. she licks again, then swallows the head of his cock, sucking gently. repeating it twice more, she finally looks up at him. ]
Hold my hair, Finn. Don't hold back. You won't hurt me.
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