#lemurianmaster

Zayne

You press the ice pop to your tongue and swallow around it letting the cool syrup slide down your throat and cool you off. He watches as a drop slides from the side of your mouth. You look over to him as you pull the pop out of your mouth with a pop. He’s one step ahead though as he leans into you to wipe the drip from your face and lips and put his finger in his mouth. He makes sure to remove it with just as exaggerated of a pop.

“Careful dear, you’ll make a mess if you eat like that.”

He gives you a wink and goes back to quietly eating his own ice pop and watching the festivities before him. You wanted so say more but technically you both are working at this end of the summer festival and so it will have to wait till later.

Xavier

You both step out of the convenience store with your ice pops in hand. Xavier points to a shady spot on the grass and you both settle down in hopes of cooling off. You rip open the package and push the entire thing in your mouth. He stares at you with wide eyes and a slight blush as you pull it back out again with a smirk on your lips.

“It’s hot today isn’t it Xavie?”

He clears his throat and opens his own ice pop, already beginning to melt. You watch him as he repeats your move, sliding it all the way back and out again. He doesn’t once break eye contact, his blush getting brighter and brighter. He pulls it out with a pop, a drop of juice sitting on his lips.

“Its pretty hot today yea.”

Rafayel

“Do we have to be outside today?”

You pass a ice pop to Rafayel as he shields his eyes from the sun.

“Watch this.”

You push the freeze pop all the way in your mouth and pull it back out. You let out a laugh at his awestruck expression and put the pop to his lips. He opens up and takes just the tip in his mouth with a bright blush on his lips. He avoids your eyes as you push the pop deeper in his mouth. You pull it out with a pop before eating the rest. He turns his back to you with a pout as he opens and finishes his own ice pop.

Sylus

“Here. You’re panting like a dog in this heat.”

He passes you an ice pop from the ice cream stall across the way. You glare daggers into him and open the packaging. It was you who decided you could handle going out in this heat was definitely something you could handle but in hindsight it was not. He looks at you with a mildly concerned look before smirking again, laughing at you. You swirl your tongue around the tip before pushing the whole thing in your mouth, never once breaking eye contact with him. His smirk grows bigger as you finish your little show.

“Something on your mind sweetie?”

You turn away from him and make your way to his bike.

You place your hand in between his thighs, inching closer and closer to his crotch. He lets out a cough to disguise his groan as you begin to run your fingers along his clothed hard on forming. His breath is shallow as you trace a star along his crotch. You thanked the powers at be for how long the table cloth was. He leans over to your ear and covers his mouth.

“Behave yourself.”

You bite back a groan as he shifts to move your hand lower. He pulls back and rejoins the conversation at the table. You lean over to his ear and cover your mouth.

“Make me.”

His eyes flash with something but he’s is usual composed self before you can pin point it.

“Will you excuse us a moment?”

He stands up from the table and you follow suit. He offers you his arm and you link yours with his. You both walk calmly out the ballroom toward the restrooms. Once inside he gives you a once over.

“I usually would try to teach you some manners about these situations. But seeing as you’re dressed like this I don’t think I’m in my right mind enough to do so.”

You gulp watching his hand reach toward your dripping core. He hikes up your dress and presses himself into you.

“Keep the gloves on.”

“As you wish.”

He runs a finger over your clothed core a you bite back a moan.

“I’m suspecting you want me to accept my reward with you still on my fingers is that correct?”

You nod feverishly as he hooks a finger underneath your underwear. He presses two fingers into your dripping hole and thrust them in. The added texture of the gloves makes the stretch feel heavenly. You knew better than to thrust yourself onto them so with all your willpower you hold yourself still. His pace is merciless, fucking into you hard and fast. You grip his shoulders for support as you pull him in your a hot kiss. You weren’t gonna last much longer as a groan slips past your lips. He kisses down your jaw and neck as he pumps faster into you.

“Either you cum now or you wait till after the banquet. The choice is yours.”

He pumps into you once more as you clench down onto his fingers. You bite back the moan as you shake underneath him. He pulls his fingers out and pulls back from you. You both quickly fix yourselves up and head out the restroom one at a time. Once back at the table you examine your handiwork, the glove is still damp, your wetness clinging the gloves to his fingers. Soon he goes up to the stage and accepts himself award with the hand still smeared with your juices. You feel a gush in your already ruined underwear as he gives a quick speech. You can’t focus as you watch those two fingers grip the award, your head swimming with desire. When he arrives back at the table he holds his other hand out to you.

“My date is not feeling well this evening. I think it is best if I take her home now.”