"Good boy."

More kisses, then.

He is so kissable!

"Now, you might be tempted to get off, but you mustn't do that. You don't have a change of clothes," she informs him primly, before returning to kissing him to within an inch of his life.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...

If she keeps sitting at that angle he is eventually going to have trouble with his instructions. Which he remembers. Just barely.

She will make this as difficult for him as she damn well pleases and he will like it.

"I - you're - that's a lot -"

"Color?"

"Greeeeen."

Back to MERCILESS KISSING.

Lucien makes such tormented happy noises about this! And flails his arms around a bit.

Oh no, he'll scatter their leaf insulation. She'd better hold his hands down.

Well that'll stop him from moving his arms but now he's looking at her like she's the best person in the world again.

It's dark. But she might be able to guess anyway.

"P-please..."

"Please what?" She's nibbling on his ear now.

"I want to-mmmmm..."

"I'm listening, pet." Nibble. Bite.

"Want to -mmMMM!" He arches his back at the bite.

"Squirmy, aren't you." Bite.

"MhmmMMM!"

"You were in the middle of a sentence, if I recall correctly?" Lick. ...bite.

"Please-please can I-mMMMM!"

"Well how am I going to know if you can or not if you don't tell me what it is?"

"Please I really want to be allowed to c-"

Niiiiiibble.