"Let's get those clothes off ya," Tahno drawls, shutting the door to his room behind her. He has the frosting bowl tucked under one arm, and he dips his finger in to smear some across her jaw.
"Well, you have to get that off, I don't want to get frosting on my dress." Oswin protests. This is... totally a lie, one hundred percent a lie, she has frosting all over her sleeves already, Oswin will never be a neat baker.
But it does get her close enough to swipe some frosting and dab it on his nose.
Then, in the name of cleanliness, she sucks the leftover frosting off her fingers, thoroughly.
He laughs softly, and licks the frosting off of her chin. "Fair enough," Tahno drawls, sliding his free hand to the zipper of her dress. "I can handle that." He unzips her fluidly, nipping her collarbone.
Tahno drags a finger through the frosting and draws a line with it down her sternum. He licks his way up her chest to her neck, unhooking her bra with his free hand. "As the lady wishes," he murmurs, curling his hot breath in her ear.
She swipes another dollop of frosting, smearing it over her lips like bizarre frosting. She then gives him the most doleful look she can muster - obviously, he's missed a spot.
Tahno chuckles, and cups her chin in his hand. He draws his tongue across her lower lip, smearing the frosting around, and then presses his lips to hers. He tilts his head, parting his lips to tease hers into submission.
She puts up resistance, but it's both momentary and fleeting (and yeah, that's not a good way to tease, he's way too good at kissing to pretend it's not awesome). Oswin moans, her knees about as structurally stable as that frosting, chasing the sugar-sweet taste of his mouth.
Tahno rumbles gently, pressing her up against the door. He cups her breast in his hand as his tongue traces over hers, his eyes half-lidded with desire. He breathes her in, his heart pounding with lust.
"Hell yeah," Tahno drawls cockily, sliding a hand down to cup her ass. He squeezes the back of her thigh and wraps her leg around his hip. "Let's see how much noise we can make."
He slips her bra off her shoulders and spreads frosting on her nipple, which he chases with his tongue and teeth.
Oswin laughs, her back hitting the door with a thump as she locks her ankles around his waist. She rewards his attention eagerly and with blatant disregard for anyone who might be who might be trying for an afternoon nap.
With nimble fingers, made awkward and fumbling now and then, she works on freeing him from his clothes - sadly, his aren't as easy to get off as a dress.
Tahno sets the frosting bowl down on the ground. He helps to strip himself of his shirt between kisses, squeezing her breasts. Swirling his tongue around her nipples, he grinds his hips against hers, pressing her to the door.
"If they do, we can just ignore 'em, right?" Tahno rumbles, slipping his hands along her sides and grabbing her hips. He nibbles her neck and collarbone, kissing along her jawline.
"Or invite them in," Tahno concedes, matching her grin for wicked grin. He releases her hips and shimmies out of his pants, turning around and shaking his ass for her. "There. Better?"
He doesn't wait for an answer. He drops to his knees and gets to work licking her senseless.
After shouts loud enough to surely wake the neighbors, she clings to his shoulders, trying to recover her balance. A quick (and almost-graceful) dip to snag a bit of frosting, and then she kisses him - thoroughly enjoying the taste of him, and her, and the sweet note of the frosting all at once.
Tahno returns her affections with a fiery kiss of his own, nipping her bottom lip and sweeping his tongue across hers. He cradles the back of her head in one hand and her cheek in the other, pressing them chest to chest as a moan escapes him.
"Ya told me ta warm ya up," Tahno drawls, sliding his hands down her waist to her hips. He growls softly, nipping her ear, and lifts her legs to circle around his hips.
"And such a good job you've done of it." Oswin purrs, obligingly hooking her ankles behind him. "Im practically burning." She proves it, licking a hot stripe up his neck.
"Good," Tahno purrs, and wastes no more time taking her against the door. He squeezes her ass, biting her neck and making enough noise to register complaints from the neighbors.
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But it does get her close enough to swipe some frosting and dab it on his nose.
Then, in the name of cleanliness, she sucks the leftover frosting off her fingers, thoroughly.
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Mostly for show.
"Now you have to warm me up, bender boy."
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"Wanna scandalize the neighbors?" She grins, nipping at his lower lip.
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He slips her bra off her shoulders and spreads frosting on her nipple, which he chases with his tongue and teeth.
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With nimble fingers, made awkward and fumbling now and then, she works on freeing him from his clothes - sadly, his aren't as easy to get off as a dress.
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"Do you think someone will ring the doorbell and try to protest this time?"
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He doesn't wait for an answer. He drops to his knees and gets to work licking her senseless.
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"I must be in for quite the workout if that's the warm up."
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