[ A low chuckle rolls in his throat at her request. He would love to carry her, because that was such a good lay, but he also isn't sure if he can carry her, because that was such a good lay. If she wanted him to carry her she shouldn't have smashed him so good? Or something.
Not that he's complaining....not one bit. ]
Mm...sure. Just...in a minute.
[ He's still recovering, and enjoying this nice, gross cuddle, pepper breathless, staccato kisses to her lips. ]
[ look she's too tired to get up and carry herself, because it was such a good lay.
but she's also the birthday girl, and she did like all the work, okay!! he just sat there and got fucked like the big pillow queen he is. but alisaie is a benevolent dictator, she will allow him a little time to rest.. especially when he's giving her those cute, sweet kisses. ]
Take your time.
[ she says, with a teasing curl in her voice. it's fine, she can sit here all day in his lap, making his legs go numb. even if her hips are a little sore.. ]
Did I tire you so easily? I had thought you had more stamina.
[ Umm, she wanted to do all the work?? He would have tried taking a more assertive role if she wanted him to, but he knows what she likes...even if yeah, okay, the sub bottom is his natural inclination. It's just so good when she's full in control like that.
He huffs a laugh against her cheek, low and spent. ]
What, are you ready for another round already?
[ I mean, he wouldn't complain. Even if his legs are starting to fall asleep... ]
I was hiding in that cake for four hours, cut me some slack!
[ that.. does not really want her to cut him some slack, tbh. if he sat naked in a cake for four hours, that is kind of his own fault and he deserves whatever soreness he feels..
she sits back only so she can give him a hard, withering look. ]
My schedule is pinned onto the corkboard. Why in the world did you wait for that long?
[ what a DING DONG.
also of course she's ready for another round. unlike silly boys, she doesn't have a refractory period. she's ready to smash all day. ]
[ He had that giant cake planned and ready and it's not as though...it was easy to get in and out of, once he was in, he had to commit!!!
Unfortunately for Alisaie, she has to wait in line again before she can get back on the roller coaster, though she's not the only one up for a round two. Or three, or four. His complaints aside, he's hardly that tired — she did most of the hard work, after all, and once she starts touching his ding dong again he'll be ready and raring to go. ]
Alright, alright...if you're gonna twist my arm! Just lemme get my pants off before the next one...
[ With a low, breathless chuckle, he staggers up off the couch with her tucked in his arms and starts towards the bedroom. ]
[ he should have waited a couple more hours to commit, is all i'm sayin!!
anyway, he scoops her up and she grins, because she's won, even if she used to hate being carried around.. but it's one thing to be swept up like a princess, and another to command that he carry her where she wants, heheh. ]
Why? What does it matter?
[ it was kinda sexy that his pants are still on heheh ]
[ Sure, it was kind of sexy...or a lot sexy, that they couldn't be bothered to even undress all the way before boning down. But even so, it's not super comfortable to have sex in these pants!!! Much less twice. He's hot and chafing, cut him some slack.
Once in the bedroom, he eases her down onto the bed before following suit, kissing her neck gently, in no hurry at all. ]
I'd tell you, buuut then you'd just turn it into a chance to make fun of my pants...
[ i mean, if he's hot and chafing then he has only his own fashion choices to blame.. alisaie is perfectly comfortable. even if she's... only in panties... but she's perfectly comfortable in her normal clothing, too!! ]
Mmhmm..
[ grinning, she hooks her thumbs into his way too tight pants once she's lying back, and gives a sharp tug to start wiggling them off of his hips. if they're going to naked cuddle in the afterglow, it might as well be comfortable. ]
Gods, they really do not want to come off, do they?
[ That earns her a remarkably flat look, his brows drawing into an unamused line. ]
You know, babe, you're kinda killing the moment, there...
[ She's taking his pants off, it should be sexy!! But with a beleaguered exhale, he closes his hands over her own to help her free him from his pants prison, shimmying free until he can push them down his thighs and calves and be truly liberated.
Ah, that feels so nice... ]
Muuuuch better... [ He purrs, before crawling up next to her on the bed and pressing right up against her back, skin to skin, arms winding around her as he buries his nose against her hair. Promptopus returns... ]
[ she's filled her sexy quota for the day, she can be an idiot now. his pants will always be a source of contention, there is no escape..
but they're spooning now, and she's fine with that. he might not be very big, but he makes for a good big spoon anyway, and she presses right back into his arms and the cradle of his body, humming her satisfaction. ]
Thank you.
[ even if it isn't her nameday at all.. but it's the thought that counts. closing her eyes, she weaves her fingers through his, tucking her free arm beneath the pillow, sagging comfortably against the mattress, and his body. ]
You know, you really did not have to go to all this trouble.
[ She settles right against him and it's effortless to do the same in return, to snag the blankets and pull them over them before locking his arm securely around her and pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck. The sex is nice and all, but he loves this just as much, these tender, soft moments of just existing so close to another person, less two halves than one whole, woven together perfectly, intimately. It's a privilege he could never name, and even now it makes him giddy, his toes curling as his knees buck up to the back of her own. ]
I know. [ He chuckles. ] But I wanted to.
[ Because really, it was no trouble at all. Well, okay — maybe hiding in the cake was, and being punched for it, but he brought that upon himself. ]
I just wish I hadn't been so late. Maybe if someone hadn't been so stingy about tellin' me when their birthday was...
[ have you ever considered being a professional cuddler, prompto.. he could make real money on this tbh!! the promptopus is skilled in its work. alisaie is already feeling sleepy.. ]
Yes, well..
[ she starts, SASSILY, gently elbowing him in the belly with no real force, just enough to make her point. ]
You know I don't like that sort of attention very much.
[ Considering they're making money right now by cuddling, he kind of already is a professional cuddler...though the embrace is working on him, too. His breathing begins to slow as his eyes flutter shut, his lips curving into a smile against the back of her neck. ]
Yeah, yeah, I know...that's why I didn't throw you a party.
[ It could have been much, much worse, and she knows it! ]
[ that... okay yeah, fair point. they're both professional cuddlers. and also prostitutes, with only one customer. ]
Ah. Well, thank you, for that.
[ she would have been touched by his hard work and thoughtfulness, but she also probably would not have enjoyed it very much.. alisaie is not a party girl. but she is a cuddle girl, hehe, and his arms feel nice and warm, her eyelids feel heavy as lead.. ]
Hmm...not a bad idea. We can make our rezzies for right here.
[ As in, literally, he won't even protest if they eat in the bed and fill it up with crumbs. Though he might wash her sheets while she's at work tomorrow. They'll probably need it after tonight anyway, wink wonk.
For now, though, nothing sounds better than drifting off right with her in his arms like this, and sleeping the afternoon away. A birthday celebration fit for Alisaie indeed. ]
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Not that he's complaining....not one bit. ]
Mm...sure. Just...in a minute.
[ He's still recovering, and enjoying this nice, gross cuddle, pepper breathless, staccato kisses to her lips. ]
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but she's also the birthday girl, and she did like all the work, okay!! he just sat there and got fucked like the big pillow queen he is. but alisaie is a benevolent dictator, she will allow him a little time to rest.. especially when he's giving her those cute, sweet kisses. ]
Take your time.
[ she says, with a teasing curl in her voice. it's fine, she can sit here all day in his lap, making his legs go numb. even if her hips are a little sore.. ]
Did I tire you so easily? I had thought you had more stamina.
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He huffs a laugh against her cheek, low and spent. ]
What, are you ready for another round already?
[ I mean, he wouldn't complain. Even if his legs are starting to fall asleep... ]
I was hiding in that cake for four hours, cut me some slack!
[ ..........he really was. ]
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she sits back only so she can give him a hard, withering look. ]
My schedule is pinned onto the corkboard. Why in the world did you wait for that long?
[ what a DING DONG.
also of course she's ready for another round. unlike silly boys, she doesn't have a refractory period. she's ready to smash all day. ]
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[ He had that giant cake planned and ready and it's not as though...it was easy to get in and out of, once he was in, he had to commit!!!
Unfortunately for Alisaie, she has to wait in line again before she can get back on the roller coaster, though she's not the only one up for a round two. Or three, or four. His complaints aside, he's hardly that tired — she did most of the hard work, after all, and once she starts touching his ding dong again he'll be ready and raring to go. ]
Alright, alright...if you're gonna twist my arm! Just lemme get my pants off before the next one...
[ With a low, breathless chuckle, he staggers up off the couch with her tucked in his arms and starts towards the bedroom. ]
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anyway, he scoops her up and she grins, because she's won, even if she used to hate being carried around.. but it's one thing to be swept up like a princess, and another to command that he carry her where she wants, heheh. ]
Why? What does it matter?
[ it was kinda sexy that his pants are still on heheh ]
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Once in the bedroom, he eases her down onto the bed before following suit, kissing her neck gently, in no hurry at all. ]
I'd tell you, buuut then you'd just turn it into a chance to make fun of my pants...
[ Even if she likes it!!! ]
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Mmhmm..
[ grinning, she hooks her thumbs into his way too tight pants once she's lying back, and gives a sharp tug to start wiggling them off of his hips. if they're going to naked cuddle in the afterglow, it might as well be comfortable. ]
Gods, they really do not want to come off, do they?
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You know, babe, you're kinda killing the moment, there...
[ She's taking his pants off, it should be sexy!! But with a beleaguered exhale, he closes his hands over her own to help her free him from his pants prison, shimmying free until he can push them down his thighs and calves and be truly liberated.
Ah, that feels so nice... ]
Muuuuch better... [ He purrs, before crawling up next to her on the bed and pressing right up against her back, skin to skin, arms winding around her as he buries his nose against her hair. Promptopus returns... ]
Happy birthday, Ali...
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but they're spooning now, and she's fine with that. he might not be very big, but he makes for a good big spoon anyway, and she presses right back into his arms and the cradle of his body, humming her satisfaction. ]
Thank you.
[ even if it isn't her nameday at all.. but it's the thought that counts. closing her eyes, she weaves her fingers through his, tucking her free arm beneath the pillow, sagging comfortably against the mattress, and his body. ]
You know, you really did not have to go to all this trouble.
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I know. [ He chuckles. ] But I wanted to.
[ Because really, it was no trouble at all. Well, okay — maybe hiding in the cake was, and being punched for it, but he brought that upon himself. ]
I just wish I hadn't been so late. Maybe if someone hadn't been so stingy about tellin' me when their birthday was...
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Yes, well..
[ she starts, SASSILY, gently elbowing him in the belly with no real force, just enough to make her point. ]
You know I don't like that sort of attention very much.
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Yeah, yeah, I know...that's why I didn't throw you a party.
[ It could have been much, much worse, and she knows it! ]
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Ah. Well, thank you, for that.
[ she would have been touched by his hard work and thoughtfulness, but she also probably would not have enjoyed it very much.. alisaie is not a party girl. but she is a cuddle girl, hehe, and his arms feel nice and warm, her eyelids feel heavy as lead.. ]
.. mayhaps we can order in.
[ let the food come to them.. after a nice nap. ]
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[ As in, literally, he won't even protest if they eat in the bed and fill it up with crumbs. Though he might wash her sheets while she's at work tomorrow. They'll probably need it after tonight anyway, wink wonk.
For now, though, nothing sounds better than drifting off right with her in his arms like this, and sleeping the afternoon away. A birthday celebration fit for Alisaie indeed. ]
Love you...
[ He murmurs, before at last he drifts off. ]