[ No, she didn't imagine anything. Not this chance meeting, not how easily he got riled up by simple words that brought a smile back to her face, not this explosive romp in an elevator where he shoves the phantoms to the furthest back corner of his mind. All Ragna wants to see and hear is her, perched in his lap like she is while his arousal gradually, slowly starts to soften up before eventually coming to rest against his exposed stomach. The Trio do indeed, unfortunately, creep their way back into his earspace. But by this stage they're less disturbing and unsettling in a haunted sense, and more...genuinely annoying and liable for pissing him off. He grits his teeth as he cranes his head back a look to the cardigan-covered portrait. ]
Tch.
[ He still has a more pressing matter in his lap right now. And he doesn't want to take too much attention away from her when, he can only assume by her words that, no... He stopped her. They stopped one another from letting her achieve another thrilling orgasm off this new ride. So when she tells him to slow down, his eyes trail lower to between her legs. It's difficult to see much of anything with the skirt in the way right now, but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know where he wants his hand to go anyway. ]
O-Oh... Right. [ Although now that she's made it perfectly clear, the pad of his fingers begin to stroke up and down, back and forth just over where her entrance was soaking and her clit was subtly throbbing. To be brought this close to the edge only to get pulled back for the big leap... ] We could always go back up...use my shower or bath.
[ He doesn't mean together, but if she was worried about a mess...one worse than one they've made of her hands and his pelvic area with his cum, it's the first thing that crops into his head. Casino? What casino. ...He still wants to go with her now, but when life gives you lemons and there's the chance to make lemonade, why not offer his place to her? Who knows how much longer he'll have it for before the House sorts him into the deck properly with the rest?
As Weiss reaches for the sudden box of wet tissues that manifest on a little stand beside their lounging chair, the Teasing Trio's rejoicing acts like a second barb to the mood. They're the biggest pains in the ass here right now! His face turns redder. ]
None of your goddamn business you creepy ass voyeurs!
[ But...
Ragna still hasn't even thought about them leaving the elevator yet, has he? Has Weiss remembered the stipulations? Was it easy to think straight when his index and middle fingers brush over her throbbing clit, stroking her folds in the process? He's only just started touching her again, more directly...he was just inside of her moments earlier. This hot, wet heat of hers was stretched so damn nice on his cock and he denied her the chance to keep clinging to him all the way to the very end.
His touch is gentle at least, slow, curious as he huskily queries her: ]
no subject
Tch.
[ He still has a more pressing matter in his lap right now. And he doesn't want to take too much attention away from her when, he can only assume by her words that, no... He stopped her. They stopped one another from letting her achieve another thrilling orgasm off this new ride. So when she tells him to slow down, his eyes trail lower to between her legs. It's difficult to see much of anything with the skirt in the way right now, but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know where he wants his hand to go anyway. ]
O-Oh... Right. [ Although now that she's made it perfectly clear, the pad of his fingers begin to stroke up and down, back and forth just over where her entrance was soaking and her clit was subtly throbbing. To be brought this close to the edge only to get pulled back for the big leap... ] We could always go back up...use my shower or bath.
[ He doesn't mean together, but if she was worried about a mess...one worse than one they've made of her hands and his pelvic area with his cum, it's the first thing that crops into his head. Casino? What casino. ...He still wants to go with her now, but when life gives you lemons and there's the chance to make lemonade, why not offer his place to her? Who knows how much longer he'll have it for before the House sorts him into the deck properly with the rest?
As Weiss reaches for the sudden box of wet tissues that manifest on a little stand beside their lounging chair, the Teasing Trio's rejoicing acts like a second barb to the mood. They're the biggest pains in the ass here right now! His face turns redder. ]
None of your goddamn business you creepy ass voyeurs!
[ But...
Ragna still hasn't even thought about them leaving the elevator yet, has he? Has Weiss remembered the stipulations? Was it easy to think straight when his index and middle fingers brush over her throbbing clit, stroking her folds in the process? He's only just started touching her again, more directly...he was just inside of her moments earlier. This hot, wet heat of hers was stretched so damn nice on his cock and he denied her the chance to keep clinging to him all the way to the very end.
His touch is gentle at least, slow, curious as he huskily queries her: ]
This slow enough?