The moment that he walks into his bedroom he immediately drops his gun (it clatters under the dresser, he can get it later), unhinges his jaw and halts in a manner reminiscent of a man who has just been smacked in the face with a dead haddock.
“Oh,” Chris says lazily from the bed, trailing her fingers up her inner thigh, “you’re back.”
…Is he?
Maybe, possibly, probably – he just finds it rather hard to process such things at the moment what with Chris naked on his bed with her brown hair fuzzed out around her shoulders and one hand delicately pinching a nipple and the other slowly clambering up and up her thigh until-
He makes a noise, probably not a sensible noise, the moment those fingers dip past curls and into her. Takes a swift step forwards with his hands already fiddling with his tie and his cock already growing hard and his feet already preparing to trip over each other (and he knows that he should probably be nervous, terribly nervous, about whatever Chris has planned. But nudity is a very powerful motivator and he’s hardly going to protest against that)-
“Tim” …And he’s forced to halt, as she props herself up on the bed with one elbow and glares, “no.”
…Oh.
“No?” He’s forced to ask, hands obediently frozen on his tie for he always has been rather too obedient to society and often wonders why Chris latched onto him in the first place, actually.
“No” …Being easily suggestible was probably one redeeming reason, as she allows her elbow to slip out from underneath her and flops comfortably back on the covers, “just watch for the moment, alright?”
“…But-“ he’s also forced to start, helplessly staring her breasts as they shift and helplessly tilting his head at that little twist of her wrist that draws such a breathy sigh from her-
“Watch.”
And…
Well.
He’s also forced to be obedient yet again – digging his nails into his palms and breathing hotly through his nose as he watches her work.
UNPROMPTED: A Thursday Sort of Thing, Female!Chris/Tim, NC-17 [1/3]
“Oh,” Chris says lazily from the bed, trailing her fingers up her inner thigh, “you’re back.”
…Is he?
Maybe, possibly, probably – he just finds it rather hard to process such things at the moment what with Chris naked on his bed with her brown hair fuzzed out around her shoulders and one hand delicately pinching a nipple and the other slowly clambering up and up her thigh until-
He makes a noise, probably not a sensible noise, the moment those fingers dip past curls and into her. Takes a swift step forwards with his hands already fiddling with his tie and his cock already growing hard and his feet already preparing to trip over each other (and he knows that he should probably be nervous, terribly nervous, about whatever Chris has planned. But nudity is a very powerful motivator and he’s hardly going to protest against that)-
“Tim” …And he’s forced to halt, as she props herself up on the bed with one elbow and glares, “no.”
…Oh.
“No?” He’s forced to ask, hands obediently frozen on his tie for he always has been rather too obedient to society and often wonders why Chris latched onto him in the first place, actually.
“No” …Being easily suggestible was probably one redeeming reason, as she allows her elbow to slip out from underneath her and flops comfortably back on the covers, “just watch for the moment, alright?”
“…But-“ he’s also forced to start, helplessly staring her breasts as they shift and helplessly tilting his head at that little twist of her wrist that draws such a breathy sigh from her-
“Watch.”
And…
Well.
He’s also forced to be obedient yet again – digging his nails into his palms and breathing hotly through his nose as he watches her work.
…And that could’ve sounded better.