Wasteland

⚔—┥       Smirking, Violet looked up at him, head canting to one side. “Relax and trust me, okay?” That’s what Nicholas had told her. Trust me, trust me, trust me. Look where it got here. Nimble fingers unbutton his jeans, carefully sliding down his fly. Her digits gripped the side of his jeans, gently tugging them just down enough so she could get at the front of his boxers. Raising her eyes, Violet leaned down and pressed her lips to the growing length that was covered by thin material, letting out a heated breath against the muscle.

>> Deep breath, hold it, hold it, let it out he looks down, will this blush ever fade with her? He doubts it, especially when she kisses his covered member. Gulping down the saliva in his mouth, he looks around, biting in his lips and bucks his hips up, helping to shimmy them down, doing what he could, nervous, fingers shaking he curls the digits into the bed sheet.

⚔—┥       “Tate, I’m not gonna laugh at it. I’ve seen it once before, remember?” She’s teasing, of course. Sort of. Violet leans up, one of her palms sliding around the back of his neck, pulling his lips down to hers. She kissed him gently, barely nipping in his bottom lip. Her other hand slid up his thigh with a quiet purr, soft fingertips brushing over the front of his jeans.

>>  A nod, and another "Well my hand was c-covering most of it..." He blushes but Tate smiles and returns the kiss leaning down and jolts back as her hand runs up his thigh and blinks staring down at her finger tips and gulps "Oh.." He leans forward again kissing her before reeling back, running his hand through his hair.

⚔—┥       Violet sat on the floor for a minute before getting up. “Why not?” The blond tilted her head, taking a  few cautious steps toward him. She reminded herself to have patience, to understand that he’s never experienced this. “It’s feels good. Or .. I think it does. I’m not really a guy, so I wouldn’t know.” Violet giggled quickly and sunk down, her hands rested on his knees as she crouched down. “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop, okay? Like always.”

>>  His blush intensifies as he looks down at her, licking his lips and he nods taking off his glasses and sets them back on the table "Okay..Violet?" Tate gulps his nerves really getting to him "Don't laugh at it or anything please?" She was the first girl to ever see him, let alone touch him.

⚔—┥       “You definitely don’t give yourself much credit.” Violet responds as her thumb brushed along his jaw with another faint trill of laughter. She leans up again, pressing a few soft kisses to his cheek. He was so warm underneath her lips, so smooth. “I like them. They’re actually really cute. What do you need them for?” She wanted to kiss him again and again and again, until he got tired of her lips against his skin at least. “Simply?” Violet felt her cheeks warm as she looked up at him. “I want to suck you off.”

>>  Tate knits his eyebrows together "Did you just ask me why I need glasses?" A soft chuckle "To see clearly with, silly" He blushes and gulps, leaning back, slightly straddling her tiny waist and stares down at her "S-suck me off?" He stands up and walks over her, sitting on his bed "I...I don't know Violet..."

⚔—┥       As if he couldn’t get any cuter. As if she couldn’t get anymore attached to him. God, he was so fucking endearing, wasn’t he? Violet couldn’t stop herself from chuckling, brushing her fingers over his cheek and the rim of his glasses. “How long have you had those?” Violet asked him, smiling up at him before leaning up, pressing a kiss to his forehead? Truthfully, she didn’t know how to explain talking dirty. It just happened, when one was feeling particularly brave, at least. “Unfortunately, that’s not something I can teach you, love. It’s something that just happens.” Her head tilts. “But, there is something else I’d like to do, if you don’t mind.”

>>   He nods slowly, blushing "Awh well, I don't think it'll just happen with me..." A soft smile and he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose securing them on his face "I've had them for a long time, since the eighth grade I believe..." He narrows his eyes in thought and nods, distracted slightly. Tate looks down at her and tilts his head to the side "What's that?"

⚔—┥       Violet can’t help but giggle quietly. Her fingers twirl his curls, playing with the soft blond strands, her head tilting up at him. When his lips lowered to her chin, Violet tilted her head back with another purr. Her body writhed underneath his but other than that, she stayed still. She had no real idea where this was headed but her mind began to spin. ”But I’ve been such a bad student, Mr. Teacher. I’m tardy, I talk out of turn, maybe you should punish me.” Violet finds herself in a fit of laughter, grinning wide.

>>  At first he blushes, his lips parting slowly from her jaw and he sits back staring down at her, the crimson warming his skin and Tate reaches over grabbing the thick rimmed glasses from his bed side table, extending his body over hers, accidentally grinding himself against her in the movement and pushes the glasses onto his face, crinkling his nose. Smiling sweetly before blushing more and licks his lips "I um..I don't know how to uh, do that--Talk..D-dirty"  

⚔—┥       Her neck craned back from the force of the kiss that practically took the hair from her lungs. Violet returned it with urgency, her body pressing back into his. It should have been appropriate to stop him before this before it got too far, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care. The blond’s palm slid up the slide of his neck, tangling into his hair with a quiet purr.

>>   He kisses her again and pulls away as she tangles her finger into his unruly curls and leans back, propping himself back over top of the small girl and knits his eyebrows together "This is really wrong...I'm your teacher and you're..My student..." A faded smirk on the corners of his mouth before giving her a sweet kiss again, and another, kissing her chin. Where oh where was this headed?