#dreamaredoodle

“Baby,” he whines. His arms have stayed obediently above his head during this whole exchange, even though his fingers tremble with the desire to touch you. You’ve been straddling his lap for the better part of an hour, his aching cock, hard and drooling, seated deep inside you. You’ve barely moved since you first sank onto him, occasionally grinding your hips when you hear his needy sounds beginning to taper off. “Please?” 

“I don’t feel like it,” you tell him, and he whimpers. You raise an eyebrow down at him, like the feeling of his length stretching your tight hole isn’t affecting you too. You run your tongue across your upper lip, deliberately slow as you lean back, hands finding purchase on his thighs. He’s so sweet, endlessly turned on by the sight of you depriving him of what he wants most, his glazed eyes following the wet trail your tongue leaves. 

“Please,” Elliot gasps. You hum, rotating hips once on top of him, as though thinking it over. The choked noise that erupts from him sounds painful. Before you can coo, comment on the pretty noises he makes for you, his hands seize your hips. 

“Oh no, baby boy,” you cluck. Your eyes close and you shake your head. Elliot’s already released you, realizing his mistake, and when you open your eyes again, his trembling hands are back above his head. “No, no, no. What did we say? You were supposed to keep your hands to yourself.”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he blubbers. You place your hands on his taut abdomen, firm, scarred. As they begin to make their imposing ascension up his body, Elliot outright shudders. You’ve been depriving him of touch for so long, been making him wait, that even the glide of your fingers along his torso feels incredible. 

He’s very quickly pulled from the pleasant touch as you sharply smack him. His head snaps to the side with a sharp crack. Elliot’s head spins, taken by surprise at the suddenness. 

“Oh, that’s gonna leave a bruise...” you hum in delight, using the hand still resting on his cheek to grab his jaw. You force him to face you, his lips squished in your grip. Before you continue, you lean down, pressing a gentle kiss to his folded lips, the cruelty in your face cracking open to reveal the caring partner he knows you to be. “Color?” 

“Green,” he mumbles, his heart leaping at your approving smile. It quickly twists into something malicious though, your teeth suddenly razor sharp, your eyes narrowing.