Her plea gets an arched eyebrow and a bit of suction, catching her clit between his teeth and flicking his tongue over it slowly several times as his hands wrap around her thighs to keep them open for him. He isn't certain what she's asking for but he speculates in the moment that it falls somewhere along the lines of 'more'; she can always be more specific if he doesn't meet her needs somehow.
There's day old stubble on his face, a mix of laziness and agitation making it too difficult a task this morning to shave safely; besides, it's rather viscerally pleasing to see the redness raise up on the skin of her inner thigh and know that was caused by his own cheek and nothing else. To this point he rubs his cheek alongside her thigh, turning his head just enough to let her know that the hand in his hair is appreciated, welcome, allowed. His thumb replaces his tongue as he turns his head just a little further, sucking on already sensitive skin until a lovely bruise begins to blossom between his teeth.
She tastes, to him, better than tea and tea has been his lifelong obsession. He's contemplated having a mix made, something that reminds him of the weight of her against his tongue, the cloying sweetness and musk. Something that smells like a secret, like an item kept hidden from the world, horded all for himself. Perhaps for a birthday, as inappropriate a gift as it may be to give one's lover, or assistant. It's the thought that counts, isn't that how the saying goes? As he considers this, as he drags his tongue slowly between folds of soft flesh, the conference call has begun in earnest and Theo is immediately annoyed at his own mind for assigning even a slim percentage of his attention to the drivel coming out of the speaker.
It takes less than three minutes for someone to ask him an asinine question, to which he responds sharply that he is eating, for the love of everything and anything holy, so they can ask the faculty member who actually keeps track of supplies and equipment rented to the students through the costuming department, who is on the call as well, so why even ask him.
While not uncommon in regards to being involved in meetings he has no interest in, Theo suspects his small outburst has bought him at least twenty-five minutes without anyone asking him anything else.
His attention is divided again almost instantaneously after that, but this time it's between the small bundle of nerves and slowly fucking her with his tongue, savoring the warm dampness he finds there. Several minutes of the latter and Theo pulls away, giving Alice a kiss at the top of her winter stockings before reaching into a drawer at the bottom of the desk and procuring a box of restraints from it. There are two sets but he only removes the longer pair, securing the padded belting around her ankles and making sure they aren't uncomfortably tight before securing them around the legs of the desk. Pleased with his handiwork, to see her splayed out and open, wanting, wet, makes him smile at her before returning to his earlier position between her spread legs. "Now you can touch all you want." Without worrying she'll lose purchase and slide off the desk.
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There's day old stubble on his face, a mix of laziness and agitation making it too difficult a task this morning to shave safely; besides, it's rather viscerally pleasing to see the redness raise up on the skin of her inner thigh and know that was caused by his own cheek and nothing else. To this point he rubs his cheek alongside her thigh, turning his head just enough to let her know that the hand in his hair is appreciated, welcome, allowed. His thumb replaces his tongue as he turns his head just a little further, sucking on already sensitive skin until a lovely bruise begins to blossom between his teeth.
She tastes, to him, better than tea and tea has been his lifelong obsession. He's contemplated having a mix made, something that reminds him of the weight of her against his tongue, the cloying sweetness and musk. Something that smells like a secret, like an item kept hidden from the world, horded all for himself. Perhaps for a birthday, as inappropriate a gift as it may be to give one's lover, or assistant. It's the thought that counts, isn't that how the saying goes? As he considers this, as he drags his tongue slowly between folds of soft flesh, the conference call has begun in earnest and Theo is immediately annoyed at his own mind for assigning even a slim percentage of his attention to the drivel coming out of the speaker.
It takes less than three minutes for someone to ask him an asinine question, to which he responds sharply that he is eating, for the love of everything and anything holy, so they can ask the faculty member who actually keeps track of supplies and equipment rented to the students through the costuming department, who is on the call as well, so why even ask him.
While not uncommon in regards to being involved in meetings he has no interest in, Theo suspects his small outburst has bought him at least twenty-five minutes without anyone asking him anything else.
His attention is divided again almost instantaneously after that, but this time it's between the small bundle of nerves and slowly fucking her with his tongue, savoring the warm dampness he finds there. Several minutes of the latter and Theo pulls away, giving Alice a kiss at the top of her winter stockings before reaching into a drawer at the bottom of the desk and procuring a box of restraints from it. There are two sets but he only removes the longer pair, securing the padded belting around her ankles and making sure they aren't uncomfortably tight before securing them around the legs of the desk. Pleased with his handiwork, to see her splayed out and open, wanting, wet, makes him smile at her before returning to his earlier position between her spread legs. "Now you can touch all you want." Without worrying she'll lose purchase and slide off the desk.