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[noburden]

Jill laughs before stepping away to perch on the sofa.

"Yell if you need help."

[rosarianoath]

"Founder," he says under his breath, as he tromps back up the stairs.

He doesn't even bother to close the bedroom door behind him before he kicks off his sweatpants and underwear. He does not enjoy the process of squeezing himself into the skimpy shorts Jill has procured for him. But the waistband does stretch, so even if the sleek fabric insists on riding tight up the cleft of his ass and cradling his cock and balls so tightly he can see the entire form of it, so on it goes.

He is not going downstairs in this. There are windows down there.

"Jill!" he calls.

He's glad that his t-shirt covers most of the offending shorts, but they're still cut high enough that his brawny thighs are on full display.

He reminds himself: blow job.

[noburden]

Jill takes the stairs two at a time, bounding up like a gazelle.

What she sees makes her eyes go wide. She's seen Clive fully nude plenty of times in the last year, but this is something else. A treat. Jill covers her mouth with both hands so that she doesn't gawk, though the eyes the size of dinner plates are doing all the work.

It's exactly what she hoped for.

"Oh..." Is all she can say for a moment. She doesn't ask him to do a turn for her, but she does begin circling him to get the full view.

[rosarianoath]

Why this is so intriguing to her, he has no idea. She's seen him nude in broad daylight and the appeal of seeing his cock straining against fabric trappings is lost on him, but he's pleased to satisfy her, if nothing else.

"If I shift my weight I think my ambassador will pop his head out of one of the leg holes," he warns her, but maybe it won't: the fabric is so taut against it that if he looks down and lifts the hem of his shirt, he can practically see the veins.

He does lift his shirt up for her, assuming she'll demand that next. The low waistband exposes almost the entirety of his cum gutters, and a dark trail of hair winding up to his navel.

"Is this what you wanted?"

[noburden]

The shorts struggle to contain his ass and his cock, and Jill loves it. It leaves very little to the imagination. Were she not already intimately familiar with his body, she's certain she would burst at this sight.

"This is exactly what I wanted," she says, smile in her voice. Stepping back around before him, she plants her hands on his cum gutters, tracing them with her thumbs.

"I've never seen a man more handsome than you." Generally speaking. Not just in hotpants.

[rosarianoath]

"You're only getting it this once no matter how many kind things you say," he says, leaning the slightest bit into her touch, hand still wound into the hem of his shirt and holding it against his navel. The shorts are so tight he's sure it's restricting enough blood flow to prevent a boner. He teases: "What now? You continue to look?"

[noburden]

"Oh, I know." He doesn't particularly enjoy this, but she does, and it's harmless. She's planning on rewarding him handsomely, anyway. Her hands roam over his stomach, and then lower, to feel him through the shorts.

"I didn't think that far ahead."

[rosarianoath]

He hums under his breath, particularly as her palm coasts over his poor, constricted cock. He lifts his shirt a little higher.

"So you're to toy with me until you figure that out."

[noburden]

"Maybe toying with you is the plan," she confesses with a tip of her head, hands roaming still. "Though I think I would say I'm appreciating you."

[rosarianoath]

Clive presses his cock into her hand, though he’d just as soon as rip the damn shorts off.

“I do feel very appreciated,” he says. “And more than a little… constricted.”

[noburden]

She palms him, smiling up at him, and then sighs.

"Very well. You may free yourself. Thank you for indulging me, Clive," she says, and leans up on her toes to steal a kiss. "I'll cherish this memory forever."

[rosarianoath]

He ducks his head down to her level to chase that kiss, and steal one of his own right back. He wastes no time freeing himself too, as he hooks his thumb into the waistband and drags it down. His cock springs out immediately, big and eager, bouncing off her abdomen.

“You must consider what I cannot fit in, next time,” he murmurs, with a hint of a tease. “You know I have no qualms with tight, as long as it fits…”

[noburden]

He makes her laugh, and even as she catches his poor previously-compressed cock in her hand, she's a little more serious when she looks up at him.

"Thank you for being ridiculous with me," she says, sincere. "I enjoy your body. I like looking at it nearly as much as I enjoy touching it."

[rosarianoath]

Just that, and he's going to get blown on a random afternoon. It shouldn't be even remotely surprising, but listening to her talk like that with his cock in her hand, he has to think that he's the most fortunate man in the world. His heart skips a bit, and he smiles easily, for once.

"I would do anything for you," he says. It's true.

[noburden]

"I know." She doesn't hesitate to say, smiling. "Where would you like to claim your reward?"

[rosarianoath]

"In front of the mirror," he says, and he adds, in case that's a weird ask: "So I can see all of you. If that's alright."

[noburden]

It's no weirder than her wanting to see him in skintight shorts. Jill's only ever pleased to hear him voice his desires.

"Shall I borrow your shorts?" She grins, letting his cock go to rest her hands on his hips.

[rosarianoath]

"If you can peel them off without cutting them," he mutters against her mouth just before he leans in to kiss her.

[noburden]

"Oh?" She steals another kiss. "Are they staying? I thought they were destined to be ash."

[rosarianoath]

"Oh, they are destined for the garbage bin," he says, kissing along her cheek and to her jaw, one hand engulfing a breast through her shirt. "I just don't want to let go long enough to fetch a blade."

[noburden]

"You're strong enough to tear them," she points out. These can be ruined, as they've served their purpose. She slides a hand under his shirt, groping his chest.

[rosarianoath]

"And pull it that hard up my arse in the process," he murmurs, letting go of the shirt entirely now that she's got a hand up there and tugging the shorts down a few inches, slowly but surely.

[noburden]

Jill ducks her head to laugh. Her other hand comes to join the other, exploring his body as if she's never felt it before, all while pushing his shirt up higher.

"As long as you're freed eventually. As much as I like you in them, I prefer you without anything at all."

[rosarianoath]

"Is that so," he says. "I never imagined you to be so frisky."

He lets go of her (and himself) just long enough to pull his shirt off for her.

[noburden]

The moment his shirt is off, her hands are on him again. Her palms pass over his chest, a thumb brushing his nipple as it goes.

"You bring it out of me, apparently."