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[rosarianoath]

“I always will,” he tells her, and he shifts back on his knees, just enough to reach under her skirts and find the hem of her panties to drag them down.

[noburden]

Her fingers trail over his arms as he leans back.

"Haven't I distracted you from your show enough?" She asks with a smile.

[rosarianoath]

“The tides have turned,” he murmurs, twisting to pick up the remote and pause the tape. “I have my own terrain to explore.”

He lifts her legs to strip her of her panties entirely.

[noburden]

Jill huffs out a laugh. He's ridiculous, and she loves him. She gives him a fond look.

"I thought you knew it well."

[rosarianoath]

“Does a man grow tired of his home just because he has travelled it many times before?” he asks, tossing her panties aside and pressing a kiss to her calf.

[noburden]

"Some do," she says with a sly smile. "Not you, I hope."

[rosarianoath]

“Not I,” he says, and he moves to the floor so he can continue kissing down her leg, all the way to her inner thigh.

[noburden]

She hates that he needs to move away despite knowing what comes next. Still, she reaches to touch him, cheek or hair or wherever her fingertips might land.

"You spoil me, you know."

[rosarianoath]

He smiles at her fingers in his hair, and he looks at her from between her legs with a rare bit of mischief.

“Is that not what I’m meant to do?”

[noburden]

Rare, but intriguing. Jill's smile widens.

"From what I've learned from watching my own shows and movies... you're a rare thing, Clive." Beyond the whole royalty thing and Dominant thing.

[rosarianoath]

“What sets me apart?”

He presses a long, slow kiss to the cleft of her sex.

[noburden]

"Everything," she sighs, fingers combing through his hair as she spreads her legs wider for him. "For one, your own pleasure never seems to be your first concern..."

But that's what she's for.

[rosarianoath]

“Your pleasure is my pleasure,” he murmurs, and he sets upon her with his mouth, warm and eager.

[noburden]

"And how pleased I am," she murmurs before she moans at his enthusiasm, fingers gripping his hair. "No one is as happy as I am when I'm with you."

[rosarianoath]

Clive is only spurred on, suckling and licking at her like it’s the only air he can bears to have in his lungs, his fingers pressing little indents into the skin of her thighs as he grips her.

There is nothing else he’d rather be doing.

[noburden]

Oh, he's very invested. Not that is normally isn't, but given how preoccupied he was with his show, she didn't think she'd have him diving between her legs like this.

"Have you missed me?" She laughs, teeth pressing into her bottom lip as she tugs on his hair.

[rosarianoath]

He comes up for air, gaze flicking to her face.

“Always,” he murmurs, and he pops a finger in his mouth to wet it before pressing a finger to her hole. “I could live between your legs.”

[noburden]

Jill moans, willing to be loud knowing they're alone. Clive deserves to hear how he affects her, though the desperate little strain of her hips might do it, too.

"You should. I'd let you."

[rosarianoath]

Thank the Founder no one is home, the way she goes off. Clive presses a brief kiss to her, the pad of his finger running along her entrance.

“Would you let me fall asleep inside you, and wake with your thighs gripping my head?”

[noburden]

"And smother you? But of course," she laughs, and tries to playfully trap his head between her knees. "I know it to be your heart's desire."

[rosarianoath]

Clive hums against her as she boxes his ears, and he reaches up to hold her thighs exactly where they are. Let his renewed mouthing be his agreement.

[noburden]

Jill does squeeze his head between her thighs, briefly, moaning his name as she tilts herself towards him.

"You've been starved, poor man."

[rosarianoath]

Famished.

His grip on her tightens, and he presses his tongue to her clit.

And he thinks, like an idiot: To boldly go where no man has gone before!

[noburden]

Thankfully he doesn't say those words aloud. Jill wouldn't only have to correct him and bring up some miserable times between them, but also ask what the fuck.

As it is, she simply moans, tugging on his hair harder in encouragement. She's feeling quite spoiled.

[rosarianoath]

Look, Kirk doesn't have many quotable lines that refer to eating pussy. He's trying!

It's easy to get as engrossed in this as he is in his favourite TV show, a rumble of a moan in his chest as he locks an arm around her to hold her firmly in place. He slips one finger into her, and then two, palm up, dragging the pads of his fingers inside her. She deserves a spoiling.