318. The Midfuck Meme

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MIDFUCK MEME

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♋ Respond to other character(s) with your own as if you are right in the middle of having sex. How did it happen? Who started it? Who is topping who? All that matters is they are in the middle of

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Arthur | Inception | OTA

[aloadeddie]

5, but, i'm cheating a little.

[entablatures]

Stay still. [She laughs breathlessly, her thighs tightening against his hips as she holds the candle over his chest. The little pot his hot in her hand, and it's mostly filled with wax at this point, but that's perfect. Her hips gently roll against his again, once, twice, and god she just wants to get right back to riding him but she can't do that and drip wax properly at the same time. She didn't want to hurt-hurt him.

Her tongue gets caught between her teeth as she gently tips the candle, and she's holding it close enough above him that it doesn't splash, but instead forms a tiny puddle in the middle of his chest, the wax sliding down his skin just a bit before hardening again.] How's that feel? Tell me.

lol

[aloadeddie]

[Arthur sucks in a breath at the contact, already feeling incredibly frustrated by the fact that she'd stopped mid-fuck to get up and find a candle.

At the same time, the wax is hot - a little painful, but certainly not hot enough to blister his skin or anything.] It's, ah. Warm. Tickles a little. [It's difficult to think straight when all he wants to do is flip her onto her back and fuck her into the mattress.]

[entablatures]

[Ariadne makes a face, pulling the candle further away. His frustration is clear, and she's sort of feeling the same, but instead she'd much rather press his buttons, as always.]

Tickles... in a sexy way?

[aloadeddie]

Well, it definitely wasn't a turn-off. [The state of his erection is testament to that, and he reaches up to fondle her breasts.]

[entablatures]

Hm. [Well, alright. Then he won't mind when she drips just a little bit more, a little bit lower. Nnh, for some reason it just looks sexy. Maybe because she only had so much control over it, but it could slide wherever it wanted, for the most part, on his torso. It's dips down with his breath, then hardens again. She moans a tiny bit, and not just because he's playing with her breasts.]

[aloadeddie]

Fuck. [It wouldn't be such a huge turn-on in and of itself, but seeing the way Ariadne reacts, her pupils dilating, her breath coming shorter, knowing how wet she gets when she's like this - that does it for him. He gives her nipple a sharp pinch.]

[entablatures]

[She gasps with that pinch, like she was being pulled out of a daydream, and alright she kind of was completely distracted as she traced her fingers over the wax on his skin, carefully pulling it away with her thumb in pieces. His skin was red underneath, hot. God.

She leans closer, planting her hand on the bed so she can control the candle better, and she blows lightly on his skin, right before carefully tipping the candle. This time she doesn't let some of it drip and carry on as it wants, she draws a thin line across his chest, blowing again so it dries quick.] Almost out of wax...

[aloadeddie]

[He sucks in a sharp breath as her finger moves through the liquid wax on his skin, leaving a tingling path in its wake.] What're you going to do about it? [He's not sure he's ever been this turned on before.]

[entablatures]

Find more candles? [Her eyes flick up again to watch his face, and as she pulls back to sit up again she lets the candle pour out one last time, a short, thick line that slides down with the momentum of it, stopping just short of his bellybutton.] But only if you really like it. [She scratches it away as soon as it dries.]

[aloadeddie]

[He runs a hand down her body, from her collarbone to her hip bone, appreciating that she's giving him the option.] Do it.

[entablatures]

[Aria just nods, watching him as she blows out what's left of the wick, leaning down so she can leave the empty jar on her nightstand. And give him a long kiss, naturally, one that gives away all her focus and calm in that it's hot and needy and passionate and she wants, but she also wants to try more with this. Eventually she slides off of him, walking over to her closet to dig around for another, newer, candle. This jar is bigger, but still easily held in one hand, and she's back by the bed soon enough, lighting it with the Bic next to that first candle.

She crawls back onto the bed, sitting next to him so she can let her hand easily wander over his hip and to his cock; slow, absent movements. Like she's just touching to touch, not to tease him.]

Forgot it needs to melt first.

[aloadeddie]

[He chuckles faintly, his own hand slipping between her thighs to see just how wet she is after all that.] Hm. Why haven't you suggested this before?

[entablatures]

Dunno. [Her cheeks flush dark, because she hadn't-- she had no idea how much this turned her on until he was touching her, and she was almost desperately wet, and sensitive to that touch.] Wasn't sure if you... [Whatever, words.]

[aloadeddie]

[He presses a finger inside her, carefully.] You know even if I wasn't interested, the worst that could happen would be me telling you that. [It's not as though he's going to put her down for making an unusual request.] Think there's some wax melted enough now?

[entablatures]

No, I know, I didn't... really think about it until just earlier. The snow. [The ridiculous snow, in October, making them light up all those candles because her heat was barely working for whatever reason, and it only just made sense in that moment. Though it was hard to explain that, hard to think of much of anything besides the fact that he was pushing her closer to her breaking point much quicker than he should be if they were going to play more first.

She reaches down to lightly pull his hand away from her, and she turns his palm upwards so she can easily slide that finger between her lips and suck.] Not yet, I'll never last. [She means be able to resist rushing right to fucking, but yes. She's reaching for the candle again, grinning at the small puddle of wax in the jar as she climbs back up onto his middle again.] Ready?