General RP The Man Kept His Socks On (Knight_of_None)

[RhysTheFirebird]

Lyrin rolls his own eyes and then moves forward, straddling Billy's thighs before the other could react. He leans forward, licking up the dripped sauce in a long, slow stripe.

 

[Knight_of_None]

As Lyrin straddled onto him, Billy closed his eyes, lyrin tasting the fresh sauce. A nice natural cheery flavor on Billy's chest, likely a fancy soap...but it didn't spoil his taste buds. Billy hummed to himself.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Lyrin pulls back slightly, staring at Billy's chest, more like giggling, and then licks again, not even bothering to hide his interest or actions.

 

[Knight_of_None]

"Oh. Are you a muscle worshipper?" He said as he felt his tongue run over him again, his hand coming up and grabbing the back of his head. "Or are you just unable to pull away?" He said as his peck flexed underneath his pets lips.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

He whimpers softly, closing his eyes.he shifts to the side slightly, running his tongue over Billy's breast in another long swipe. He flicks his gaze up, "Can't it be both?" He nuzzles the velvety skin and then licks over Billy's nipple.

 

[Knight_of_None]

"Hmm, I guess it can be." He said as he felt his warm tongue dragging along his skin, the tickling sensation that tingled on his chest making him chuckle. "Is it better than your books?" He said pulling on Lyrins hair.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Lyrin groans softly, looking up at Billy. He licks again, seeming focused on the job. He hums softly and then and pulls away. He stares at Billy, "The real thing is always better than a book."

 

[Knight_of_None]

He pulled his hair again, bringing Lyrin up higher. "I bet it is." He said leaning forward to plant another forceful kiss on his lips.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Lyrin groans softly, pressing closer and against Billy. His lips press back against Billy's and he reaches up, sliding his arms around his neck. "You keep pulling my hair~"

 

[Knight_of_None]

"Your hair makes a nice grip." He said smirking as Lyrin touched his neck, his head. "Want me to let go?"

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

He flushes a light shade of pink again and then shakes his head slightly, "N-No. . . I like it. . ." He whispers, looking back up at Billy.

 

[Knight_of_None]

"Such a masochist." He teased as he tightened his grip on him, giving his nails into Lyrins scalp. "But I suppose it can't be helped "

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

He blinks, tipping his head back slightly, baring the collum of his throat, "What's that supposed to mean?"

 

[Knight_of_None]

"It means if I have to handle you with a tight grip....I will." Billy as said he brought his lips to Lyrins throat, playfully nipping at it as it he were a a beast...no. perhaps like a vampire, willing to chomp into him for his own pleasure.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Lyrin groans softly, closing his eyes. He shudders slightly, chewing on his lower lip and squirming slightly. "Oh. . .*

 

[Knight_of_None]

As Lyrin began to squirm, Billy nipped abd sucked on his neck, Billy ran his hand along his body,squeezing his chest.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Lyrin hums softly, tipping his head back against Billy's shoulder. He wiggles back slightly along Billy's lap.