They had been distracted, that with not seeing each other for so long and finally talking again. Or rather, drinking and playing and telling each other crazy stories.
Peter knew he was a ridiculous man but Alanna seemed to enjoy it rather than finding it too annoying and he liked her style. His eyes followed her around the room, appreciating the way she moved and taking off his own jacket to place it neatly on the back of a nearby chair.
"How to forget that night." Walking towards her, Peter brushed his hand over the curve of her shoulders and down her arms from behind. He was already grinning at the memory, they had gotten really wasted doing shots of an alien liquor none of them had had before. The results of their intoxication was interesting to say the least.
"If I remember it right, you were almost in tears because you didn't have a dick. And you wanted me to do....what, exactly?"
She grinned at the touch, turning easily in his arms to drape her own up over his shoulders lightly, really only at the same height he was because of her habit of wearing heels when working the casino, mostly because it would put her at the right level to deal with anyone she might need to.
"Oh I was pretty insistent that you should suck it." She replied, grinning easily, fingers twining through the hair at the nape of his neck, "And as I recall, you promised that if I ever got one, you would do whatever I wanted with it." She tilted her head, smile gone just a little sly, gesturing to a cabinet mounted on the wall, closed and with a decorative front, "Go take a look."
Inside the cabinet, each in its own lit compartment was a collection of a dozen dildos, varying sizes, shapes and materials, "So as you can see, I don't just have one, I have a whole array."
Alanna looked great in heels, just like she looked fantastic in everything else she chose to wear...or not wear. His hands for the curve of her waist next, arms wrapping around her loosely while his smile grew.
"Right, that was it." It was difficult not to laugh when he remembered her insistence but Peter managed. The fingers playing with his hair got a pleased hum out of him and Peter leaned in closer. He wanted to kiss her but Alanna turning his head stopped him.
There was something in his voice he couldn't quite place but curiosity got the best of him. Peter indulged in his wish to give her a kiss, albeit only a quick peck, before turning his attention to the cabinet. He wasn't sure what was he expecting to see but this wasn't it.
"I'm going to need to have a drink first to wet my lips, love." His eyebrows rose and he inspected her collection. "Or a dozen."
Peter's voice still sounded amused and light but his posture had lost the casual relaxed stance from before. This was new, that's all. He needed a second to adjust but he had certainly done worst things in the past for much less pleasant reasons.
She did angle her head up into that kiss, amused and returning it in the same way it was given, just that quick peck. The corner of her lower lip was caught between her teeth as she watched his reaction, gauging, though the amused acceptance -even without the near-complete relaxation he'd had before- had her grinning.
"That can be arranged, but for now, just pick one. She gave a little shake of her head, "Don't worry about what you think I'll like, I'm going to enjoy myself regardless, but pick whatever you think you can handle." She eased closer once more, giving his ass a full-handed squeeze, "Because I'm pretty sure I'm going to want a piece of this, too." Which was to say she absolutely would, if he was into that.
She turned to go get drinks, her personal bar in a similar cabinet, it wasn't as fully-stocked as the actual bar in the casino downstairs, but that was because she tended to be more discerning with her liquor choices than her patrons. She arched a brow at him, "So what's your flavor today? Something sweet or something harder?"
The squeeze was startling and he almost squeaked but instead, it got a laugh out of him. The tension on his shoulders eased and he appreciated her sincerity. He could handle most thing people throw at him if Peter only knew where he stood with them. Now that he got over his surprise and she made clear what she wanted to try, the idea wasn't exactly unpleasant. Asking what was Alanna's favorite had been on the tip of his tongue but if he was going to sit on one of her toys, it was better to pick one he was comfortable with.
"You have quite the collection, I need a minute." A smile played on his lips and this was Peter's way to say that he was fine with all her plans. She didn't immediately make assumptions, he could tell by her tone of voice, and he really appreciated that.
Alanna left to fetch them drinks and Peter's gave the toys a closer look. Not all of them were human shaped, which didn't surprise him given the vast array of species in the galaxy. He brushed his fingers over some of them, judging the texture and if they were heavy, stiff or too rough against his skin.
A red and gold leather strap on caught his eye and after realizing the dildo in itself was ceramic, he knew he had found the right one. It was real leather, decorated with small jewels on the flaps of the back, and it felt extremely soft. Alanna would look positively gorgeous with it. Peter was so distracted that he almost didn't hear the question.
"Hm? Oh...I always like a bit of both. But let's start with sweet."
She leaned one hip comfortably against her in-quarters bar, just watching Peter peruse the selection. Truthfully she had a few more packed away, but figured the display was more than enough to work with, for the time being.
"Bit of both, mostly sweet, I think I can handle that." She did keep an eye on him while she pulled down two glasses, though she was fairly sure he'd already made up his mind, and went about pouring drinks, mixing them carefully. The beverage itself, once it was mixed, was a pale green, and gently fizzing, poured over crushed ice, "Quillian frost flower liqueur." She explained, "And a honey syrup." The liqueur was sharply herbal and when mixed with the syrup left a mostly-sweet but pleasantly aromatic drink, "You narrowed it down any?"
"You're a doll." Peter looked over his shoulder and beamed at her. It was easy to let his guard down around Alanna, even if he knew better than fully trust her in all things. She was the daughter of her father, just like Peter was a former Ravager. But he did trust her as much as it was possible and accepted that things were more fun if they didn't get into each others business. It was what made it work between them.
Attention going back to her collection, Peter carefully picked up the strap on that got his eyes and turned it around to inspect it a little better. "I think so, yes. There are so many fun choices but I think this one would look breathtaking on you."
He walked over her to trade the toy for the drink with a smile. The wariness was fully gone and the nervousness that lingered was only born out of curiosity about how she would like to play. Peter took a sip of his drink, humming happily at the taste. It was perfect. "I'm ready where you are."
She beamed, taking a sip of her own drink before setting it down and picking up the harness for the toy, fingers just running over the leather to smooth it out from where it had been coiled, "Oh this one is a good one, I think you'll like it." She really was pleased that he hadn't gone for something large or obviously alien, because it showed that he had a good idea of what he could actually handle, and that was something she could appreciate, because it was something sorely lacking in most of her boytoys.
She gathered up the toy itself then, giving him a wink, "I'll be right back." She said, slipping off into the closet, which really was a storage room into itself to change, emerging a few minutes later with the harness and toy in place, along with a matching top, and barefoot since she didn't actually need to be taller than he was anymore. She was also carrying a simple leather collar, barely wider than her thumb with a length of gold-tone chain attached, clearly just to match the aesthetic.
She arched a brow as she returned to her comfortable lean against the bar, "Now are you going to behave, or am I going to have to collar you for the evening?" There was no 'wrong' answer to that question, since it was mostly a question as to preference, and if it wasn't something he was into she wouldn't argue.
It was the first time they tried something like this together and Peter wanted to play it safe, make sure they were both comfortable. There would be time to be more daring and try the more exotic toys from her collection in the future.
"You look as impressive as I expected." Peter finished his drink, the sweet-alcoholic taste lingering in his tongue as he looked at her up and down. "I feel overdressed in comparison."
He could smooth talk with ease but this time his praising had been totally sincere. Alanna always had style and dressed better than anyone else he knew in the galaxy but with the new set up he looked drop-death gorgeous. Peter also eyes the collar with interest, an unexpected addiction that he considered for a few seconds before grinning.
While there had been no potential for a wrong answer, that was definitely a right answer, even though it was a question. It was enough to make her smile again at any rate, brow lifting even as she nodded thoughtfully, "You do make a good point."
She knew how charming he could be, and felt that she also had a pretty good gauge for when he was being sincere, which was why she just smiled at the compliment, inclining her head slightly in acknowledgement of it.
Her smile spread, a slow, almost hungry grin as she gestured with one hand, fingers flicking briefly, "Go on, then, shirt off." It was the only garment that would interfere with the collar later, that and she kind of wanted to get him out of his pants herself, but not just yet. She was also trying to decide whether she wanted to get him on his knees before she put the collar on or after, and figured that she'd have decided by the time he was less dressed.
He didn't play this sort of games with just about everyone but he had a weak spot for Alanna. Besides, there was mutual trust with only brought good things to their occasional encounters.
"Yes, ma'am." Peter leaned in to kiss her briefly on the lips, soft and gentle but only because he's been ordered to do something and didn't want to waste time. He was glad that he chose a dress shirt fo sorts to wear tonight. Being near her always made Peter wish that he had a better sense of fashion. Unlike his usual simple form fitting shirts, the one Peter was wearing tonight was a deep crimson with metal fastenings on the side that he undone slowly.
It was something he never understood about alien clothing, everyone seemed to have something against buttons. It was always zippers, claps, or magnetic pieces to hold the clothes in place. Which were comfortable and all but not always conducive to sexy stripping. Peter dis try his best and then dropped the shirt to the floor and leaned forward, chin up and offering her his neck.
It was enough to have her smiling again at any rate, slow-spreading and even a little predatory, but not in any way that signaled that he was in actual danger.
She hummed contentedly as he leaned in to present himself, fastening the collar in place with quick, practiced movements of her fingers, drawing it snug against his skin where it would stay secure but wouldn't pinch or restrict his breathing at all, no more snug against his skin than a high-collared shirt. She set her fingers against his shoulder then, using just that touch, the barest pressure, to push him to his knees.
She ran the fingers of one hand through his hair again, scratching gently at his scalp while she looped that finely-linked chain attached to the collar once around her other hand, giving a tug to draw him in closer, "Well? What are you waiting for? Suck my dick." She gave him a cheeky wink even as she said it, clearly trying not to laugh. With any of her boy toys she might have managed something properly commanding and stern, but not with Peter.
That smile made a little shiver of anticipation run up Peter's spine and he tried his best to stay put as she fastened the collar. It wrapped comfortably around his throat, an unexpected weight but not tight enough that got him worried. And even then, Peter wouldn't mind if she pulled at it a little.
He yielded easily and then got immediately distracted by the fingers carding through his hair, eyes falling close. A small whimper almost made it past his mouth before he bit his lower lip. Alanna tugged him closer and for a moment he just stared, drinking in the sight. Goodness, that smile was so hot. Obediently, a hand slid up her thigh as Peter leaned in, the other wrapped around the base of the dildo, pushing a little so the base ground against her entrance.
"It's so hard already..." Peter kissed around Alanna's bellybutton, teeth grazing against the skin and moving lower.
She might not be able to enjoy it like it was the real thing but he could put up a show for her to commit to memory. A pink tongue darted out between Peter's already wet lips, dragging up the red porcelain before he pushed the tip of the dildo into his mouth.
She hummed at that trail of kisses, the briefest press of teeth, fingers still petting through his hair, encouragement as much as anything, though she hadn't missed how it had made him short-circuit for a brief moment, just filing the reaction away for later, something to use to her advantage if she needed to.
For the moment, however, her voice dipped, gone warm and pleased even as she replied: "Of course it is, you know what you do to me, babe." She knew they were probably both going to laugh about that later, but it seemed like the right thing to say at the moment, and while she couldn't feel his mouth on the toy as if it were the real thing, she could definitely feel the vibrator she'd tucked into the inside of the harness, a just enough of a hum that it wouldn't do much more than get her worked up while they played, but not so much that he'd be able to feel the reverberations of it.
Her smile spread again as he started in earnest, fingers curling against the nape of his neck, not to control the movement but just as a sort of stability and reassurance, "Oh that's the way, good boy."
He wanted to touch her too in places where she could feel it for real to and while Peter's mouth worked his hands wandered. Until she told him to stop, he was going to caress her hips, mover his hand up her leg and behind the thigh. Or slide it over the curve of her perfect ass to give it a squeeze before his fingers played with the elastic of her panties.
Good boy, Alanna purred and the casual ownership implied in the term made the corner of Peter's lips turn upwards. They might laugh about some things later, no doubt, but he still took pride in the affirmation anyways. Just like Alanna taking hold of his hair, it was this sort of displays that made Peter weak in the knees.
Eyes closed, he bobbed his head a little before taking the dildo into his mouth, the too-smooth ceramic surface warming up against his tongue and wetness dribbling down his chin. It was mostly a visual thing for Alanna, so he was trying to make look as good as it was supposed to feel.
They were most definitely going to laugh about this one later, probably just because of how long it had taken between the initial demand and the actual follow-through, but she was fairly certain they were going to make up for that time span.
She tutted softly, the hand at his nape sliding around to cradle his chin, thumb brushing against the corner of his mouth, "Hey now, don't make a mess." She didn't mind the roaming hands at all, but if they meant he was going to lose concentration on what he was actually doing, she'd have to figure something else out.
For the moment, however, she pressed upwards just a little with that hand under his chin, "Eyes on me, darling. Let me see what that tongue can do." She was definitely enjoying the show as it was, but was curious to see how well he would do with a little more direction, since she was starting to suspect it was the kind of thing he liked but didn't entirely know how to ask for.
Peter was a firm believer that if you couldn't laugh with your partner in bed, then something was not quite right. It was one of those things that shown real trust.
Big, green eyes blinked up at her before going half-lidded. And Peter didn’t give it any more thought, his hands sliding over her legs towards the front and simply resting on her side, following her command. He could tease and jokingly challenge Alanna any other time but now, in this position, he founds oddly add ease. The warm hand under his chin is all he needed to agree, bobbing his head a little. "My apologies."
Peter would not mind if either if she chose to be a little more firm but he enjoyed the sweet guidance as well. One of his hands curled around the base of Alanna's dick and he kept his eyes on her face as his tongue darted out to lick at the head. It was a long, slow slick to get it wet and glazed before he sucked the tip into his mouth.
"Now that's more like it." She replied, voice definitely gone to a purr even as she looped the lead chain once more around her hand, keeping him from being able to pull away easily and keeping the collar pressed that much more firmly against his skin.
The hand at his jaw slid up to brush over his cheek and through his hair again, though it was only a moment before she caught ahold of a handful, grip intended to keep his head still, not yanking at that grip of his hair, but applying enough tension to prickle at his scalp, "I said tongue, darling, open your mouth."
Peter followed the command and the pink, pouty lips parted slightly, his back arched just so as the leather dug into his skin. It was difficult not to get lost in the familiar motion, to remember that she might care less about the sucking as she did about the show, but Alanna found ways of reminding him aside from her orders.
He could feel the tension draining from his shoulder as her fingers pulled at his hair, while a different kind of tension grew in his lower belly and a soft moan escaped him. The flat of his tongue pressed against her ceramic shaft a moment alter, running up and down in slow motions, some wetness dribbling down his chin. Peter's green eyes were growing a little glassy, the pupils blow, but he kept looking up at her as he worked, not wanting to disappoint her. Just the way she was staring made his cock throb in anticipation and he lost track of time, mouth working her up and down.
She was pleased at just how well he took direction, and that he didn't argue when he was corrected, because that was exactly it, for her it was all about the visual. Sure, she could feel the change in pressure when he moved closer or drew back, but that was about it, and less-so when he was still holding onto the base of the toy, not that she minded.
She couldn't help but hum, soft and warm and encouraging, as that tension bled out of his shoulders, it wasn't exactly what she'd been aiming for, but it was clearly what he needed, and she was happy to oblige. She relaxed her hold of his hair a little so that he could have a better range of movement, smile emerging as he continued. Though her brow arched not long after, fingers scratching gently against his scalp again as she said: "Let me see how much of it you can swallow and I'll think about fucking you with it."
Competent hands and dark flashing eyes are some among the things he admired about Alanna. Her ability to take charge and making it seem like you owed her a favor for it was another of skills that made things in his belly coil up and heat. She could wreck him, make him beg, make his chest heave...and he would still thank her by the end of the night. Now, he liked to be difficult too, because that was more fun sometimes.
"Would you really leave me waiting...?" One of his hand slid up her tight again, fingers fiddling with leg opening of the panties, perhaps enough to make her want to chastise him.
Peter didn't wait for a reply. His head bowed, lips parted, and he let her 'cock' slide into his mouth until the ceramic tip brushed against the back of his throat. He pulled back a little, remembering to breath slowly through his nose, and repeated the motion more slowly.
Truthfully she didn't mind the wandering hands, mostly because she hadn't told him not to touch, but with that question she had a fairly good idea what it was he was after, which was why she lifted a brow, fingers sliding away from his hair to curl against his wrist instead, repositioning that hand to her hip, "Focus, let's not get distracted."
And then he was focusing, and she was suitably impressed, it wasn't that she hadn't thought he'd be good at it, she definitely had that thought, it was part of why she'd made the demand she had all those months ago, but she hadn't expected him to be good at it, it was almost enough to make her disappointed that she couldn't actually feel it.
She did, however, run her thumb along the corner of his jaw again, smile emerging once more, "Good boy." She waited until he was almost all the way down again before applying a little more pressure with her thumb, "Stay, right there." She didn't intend on making him gag, but she wanted to admire that picture for a moment or two longer.
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Peter knew he was a ridiculous man but Alanna seemed to enjoy it rather than finding it too annoying and he liked her style. His eyes followed her around the room, appreciating the way she moved and taking off his own jacket to place it neatly on the back of a nearby chair.
"How to forget that night." Walking towards her, Peter brushed his hand over the curve of her shoulders and down her arms from behind. He was already grinning at the memory, they had gotten really wasted doing shots of an alien liquor none of them had had before. The results of their intoxication was interesting to say the least.
"If I remember it right, you were almost in tears because you didn't have a dick. And you wanted me to do....what, exactly?"
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"Oh I was pretty insistent that you should suck it." She replied, grinning easily, fingers twining through the hair at the nape of his neck, "And as I recall, you promised that if I ever got one, you would do whatever I wanted with it." She tilted her head, smile gone just a little sly, gesturing to a cabinet mounted on the wall, closed and with a decorative front, "Go take a look."
Inside the cabinet, each in its own lit compartment was a collection of a dozen dildos, varying sizes, shapes and materials, "So as you can see, I don't just have one, I have a whole array."
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"Right, that was it." It was difficult not to laugh when he remembered her insistence but Peter managed. The fingers playing with his hair got a pleased hum out of him and Peter leaned in closer. He wanted to kiss her but Alanna turning his head stopped him.
There was something in his voice he couldn't quite place but curiosity got the best of him. Peter indulged in his wish to give her a kiss, albeit only a quick peck, before turning his attention to the cabinet. He wasn't sure what was he expecting to see but this wasn't it.
"I'm going to need to have a drink first to wet my lips, love." His eyebrows rose and he inspected her collection. "Or a dozen."
Peter's voice still sounded amused and light but his posture had lost the casual relaxed stance from before. This was new, that's all. He needed a second to adjust but he had certainly done worst things in the past for much less pleasant reasons.
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"That can be arranged, but for now, just pick one. She gave a little shake of her head, "Don't worry about what you think I'll like, I'm going to enjoy myself regardless, but pick whatever you think you can handle." She eased closer once more, giving his ass a full-handed squeeze, "Because I'm pretty sure I'm going to want a piece of this, too." Which was to say she absolutely would, if he was into that.
She turned to go get drinks, her personal bar in a similar cabinet, it wasn't as fully-stocked as the actual bar in the casino downstairs, but that was because she tended to be more discerning with her liquor choices than her patrons. She arched a brow at him, "So what's your flavor today? Something sweet or something harder?"
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"You have quite the collection, I need a minute." A smile played on his lips and this was Peter's way to say that he was fine with all her plans. She didn't immediately make assumptions, he could tell by her tone of voice, and he really appreciated that.
Alanna left to fetch them drinks and Peter's gave the toys a closer look. Not all of them were human shaped, which didn't surprise him given the vast array of species in the galaxy. He brushed his fingers over some of them, judging the texture and if they were heavy, stiff or too rough against his skin.
A red and gold leather strap on caught his eye and after realizing the dildo in itself was ceramic, he knew he had found the right one. It was real leather, decorated with small jewels on the flaps of the back, and it felt extremely soft. Alanna would look positively gorgeous with it. Peter was so distracted that he almost didn't hear the question.
"Hm? Oh...I always like a bit of both. But let's start with sweet."
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"Bit of both, mostly sweet, I think I can handle that." She did keep an eye on him while she pulled down two glasses, though she was fairly sure he'd already made up his mind, and went about pouring drinks, mixing them carefully. The beverage itself, once it was mixed, was a pale green, and gently fizzing, poured over crushed ice, "Quillian frost flower liqueur." She explained, "And a honey syrup." The liqueur was sharply herbal and when mixed with the syrup left a mostly-sweet but pleasantly aromatic drink, "You narrowed it down any?"
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Attention going back to her collection, Peter carefully picked up the strap on that got his eyes and turned it around to inspect it a little better. "I think so, yes. There are so many fun choices but I think this one would look breathtaking on you."
He walked over her to trade the toy for the drink with a smile. The wariness was fully gone and the nervousness that lingered was only born out of curiosity about how she would like to play. Peter took a sip of his drink, humming happily at the taste. It was perfect. "I'm ready where you are."
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She gathered up the toy itself then, giving him a wink, "I'll be right back." She said, slipping off into the closet, which really was a storage room into itself to change, emerging a few minutes later with the harness and toy in place, along with a matching top, and barefoot since she didn't actually need to be taller than he was anymore. She was also carrying a simple leather collar, barely wider than her thumb with a length of gold-tone chain attached, clearly just to match the aesthetic.
She arched a brow as she returned to her comfortable lean against the bar, "Now are you going to behave, or am I going to have to collar you for the evening?" There was no 'wrong' answer to that question, since it was mostly a question as to preference, and if it wasn't something he was into she wouldn't argue.
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"You look as impressive as I expected." Peter finished his drink, the sweet-alcoholic taste lingering in his tongue as he looked at her up and down. "I feel overdressed in comparison."
He could smooth talk with ease but this time his praising had been totally sincere. Alanna always had style and dressed better than anyone else he knew in the galaxy but with the new set up he looked drop-death gorgeous. Peter also eyes the collar with interest, an unexpected addiction that he considered for a few seconds before grinning.
"Have you ever known me to behave?"
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She knew how charming he could be, and felt that she also had a pretty good gauge for when he was being sincere, which was why she just smiled at the compliment, inclining her head slightly in acknowledgement of it.
Her smile spread, a slow, almost hungry grin as she gestured with one hand, fingers flicking briefly, "Go on, then, shirt off." It was the only garment that would interfere with the collar later, that and she kind of wanted to get him out of his pants herself, but not just yet. She was also trying to decide whether she wanted to get him on his knees before she put the collar on or after, and figured that she'd have decided by the time he was less dressed.
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"Yes, ma'am." Peter leaned in to kiss her briefly on the lips, soft and gentle but only because he's been ordered to do something and didn't want to waste time. He was glad that he chose a dress shirt fo sorts to wear tonight. Being near her always made Peter wish that he had a better sense of fashion. Unlike his usual simple form fitting shirts, the one Peter was wearing tonight was a deep crimson with metal fastenings on the side that he undone slowly.
It was something he never understood about alien clothing, everyone seemed to have something against buttons. It was always zippers, claps, or magnetic pieces to hold the clothes in place. Which were comfortable and all but not always conducive to sexy stripping. Peter dis try his best and then dropped the shirt to the floor and leaned forward, chin up and offering her his neck.
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She hummed contentedly as he leaned in to present himself, fastening the collar in place with quick, practiced movements of her fingers, drawing it snug against his skin where it would stay secure but wouldn't pinch or restrict his breathing at all, no more snug against his skin than a high-collared shirt. She set her fingers against his shoulder then, using just that touch, the barest pressure, to push him to his knees.
She ran the fingers of one hand through his hair again, scratching gently at his scalp while she looped that finely-linked chain attached to the collar once around her other hand, giving a tug to draw him in closer, "Well? What are you waiting for? Suck my dick." She gave him a cheeky wink even as she said it, clearly trying not to laugh. With any of her boy toys she might have managed something properly commanding and stern, but not with Peter.
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He yielded easily and then got immediately distracted by the fingers carding through his hair, eyes falling close. A small whimper almost made it past his mouth before he bit his lower lip. Alanna tugged him closer and for a moment he just stared, drinking in the sight. Goodness, that smile was so hot. Obediently, a hand slid up her thigh as Peter leaned in, the other wrapped around the base of the dildo, pushing a little so the base ground against her entrance.
"It's so hard already..." Peter kissed around Alanna's bellybutton, teeth grazing against the skin and moving lower.
She might not be able to enjoy it like it was the real thing but he could put up a show for her to commit to memory. A pink tongue darted out between Peter's already wet lips, dragging up the red porcelain before he pushed the tip of the dildo into his mouth.
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For the moment, however, her voice dipped, gone warm and pleased even as she replied: "Of course it is, you know what you do to me, babe." She knew they were probably both going to laugh about that later, but it seemed like the right thing to say at the moment, and while she couldn't feel his mouth on the toy as if it were the real thing, she could definitely feel the vibrator she'd tucked into the inside of the harness, a just enough of a hum that it wouldn't do much more than get her worked up while they played, but not so much that he'd be able to feel the reverberations of it.
Her smile spread again as he started in earnest, fingers curling against the nape of his neck, not to control the movement but just as a sort of stability and reassurance, "Oh that's the way, good boy."
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Good boy, Alanna purred and the casual ownership implied in the term made the corner of Peter's lips turn upwards. They might laugh about some things later, no doubt, but he still took pride in the affirmation anyways. Just like Alanna taking hold of his hair, it was this sort of displays that made Peter weak in the knees.
Eyes closed, he bobbed his head a little before taking the dildo into his mouth, the too-smooth ceramic surface warming up against his tongue and wetness dribbling down his chin. It was mostly a visual thing for Alanna, so he was trying to make look as good as it was supposed to feel.
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She tutted softly, the hand at his nape sliding around to cradle his chin, thumb brushing against the corner of his mouth, "Hey now, don't make a mess." She didn't mind the roaming hands at all, but if they meant he was going to lose concentration on what he was actually doing, she'd have to figure something else out.
For the moment, however, she pressed upwards just a little with that hand under his chin, "Eyes on me, darling. Let me see what that tongue can do." She was definitely enjoying the show as it was, but was curious to see how well he would do with a little more direction, since she was starting to suspect it was the kind of thing he liked but didn't entirely know how to ask for.
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Big, green eyes blinked up at her before going half-lidded. And Peter didn’t give it any more thought, his hands sliding over her legs towards the front and simply resting on her side, following her command. He could tease and jokingly challenge Alanna any other time but now, in this position, he founds oddly add ease. The warm hand under his chin is all he needed to agree, bobbing his head a little. "My apologies."
Peter would not mind if either if she chose to be a little more firm but he enjoyed the sweet guidance as well. One of his hands curled around the base of Alanna's dick and he kept his eyes on her face as his tongue darted out to lick at the head. It was a long, slow slick to get it wet and glazed before he sucked the tip into his mouth.
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The hand at his jaw slid up to brush over his cheek and through his hair again, though it was only a moment before she caught ahold of a handful, grip intended to keep his head still, not yanking at that grip of his hair, but applying enough tension to prickle at his scalp, "I said tongue, darling, open your mouth."
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He could feel the tension draining from his shoulder as her fingers pulled at his hair, while a different kind of tension grew in his lower belly and a soft moan escaped him. The flat of his tongue pressed against her ceramic shaft a moment alter, running up and down in slow motions, some wetness dribbling down his chin. Peter's green eyes were growing a little glassy, the pupils blow, but he kept looking up at her as he worked, not wanting to disappoint her. Just the way she was staring made his cock throb in anticipation and he lost track of time, mouth working her up and down.
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She couldn't help but hum, soft and warm and encouraging, as that tension bled out of his shoulders, it wasn't exactly what she'd been aiming for, but it was clearly what he needed, and she was happy to oblige. She relaxed her hold of his hair a little so that he could have a better range of movement, smile emerging as he continued. Though her brow arched not long after, fingers scratching gently against his scalp again as she said: "Let me see how much of it you can swallow and I'll think about fucking you with it."
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"Would you really leave me waiting...?" One of his hand slid up her tight again, fingers fiddling with leg opening of the panties, perhaps enough to make her want to chastise him.
Peter didn't wait for a reply. His head bowed, lips parted, and he let her 'cock' slide into his mouth until the ceramic tip brushed against the back of his throat. He pulled back a little, remembering to breath slowly through his nose, and repeated the motion more slowly.
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And then he was focusing, and she was suitably impressed, it wasn't that she hadn't thought he'd be good at it, she definitely had that thought, it was part of why she'd made the demand she had all those months ago, but she hadn't expected him to be good at it, it was almost enough to make her disappointed that she couldn't actually feel it.
She did, however, run her thumb along the corner of his jaw again, smile emerging once more, "Good boy." She waited until he was almost all the way down again before applying a little more pressure with her thumb, "Stay, right there." She didn't intend on making him gag, but she wanted to admire that picture for a moment or two longer.