"You are lying. I can see it. You are not fine," she muttered, "You should have just taken care of it, like any normal person would have. Why are you torturing yourself like this?"
Lucian used to complain about how girls had it much easier than boys. Nobody could see their arousal, so they didn't have to endure so much embarrassment.
But now, besides the embarrassment, there was a little bit of mischievousness to it. He started to look forward to their naughty moments, much to his dismay.
This was the only time when Celine would get more talkative than him, and he was not sure how to answer Celine, but she already knew what to say to him.
"Touch yourself," she ordered bluntly, "I know you want to."
"I don't want to," Lucian quickly replied, not wanting to shoulder the shame himself, "It's you, who wants me to do it…so you could have an excuse to do it yourself, and not feel like the only pervert in the room."
"...true," she admitted, rolling on her back. She laid her head on his shoulder and turned to the ceiling to stare at it, "That's why you should start and I will join in. We will be perverts together, the two of us."
Lucian was glad that his face was not visible from this angle, because she would be able to tell how eager he was, and how much he wanted to act on these words she said to him.
"What if I won't be able to stop myself and end up wanting to do more? How do you plan to stop me once I get really into it?" he asked. She depended on his celibacy to not make a move on her, challenging his ability to hold himself back, but never taking it too far for him to completely lose it.
She paused for a moment, as if she was thinking about it, "At least open your pants a little bit or little general will become a cripple at this rate, and we can't have that, can we? I need him to be fully functional."
She backed out from the challenge, pretending to fall asleep again.
"Celine is such a chicken, a scaredy-cat, a little shivering baby bird..." he whispered in a singy song tune, "Her wet kitty needs to be petted, yet she doesn't dare to ask for it, tsk tsk..."
"..." Celine cracked one eye open.
"She would rather degrade her sweet Lucian than to say a few words out loud...that she wants him to touch her...and make her feel good..."
She closed her eye and snored loudly, making Lucian laugh. He was having fun embarrassing her back at her own game. She was the one who started it.
"...and kiss her..."
"..."
"and lick her..."
"..."
"and suck her..."
"..."
"and beg him for more..."
"...!" She covered her face with the blanket, "Will there be a day when you stop going against me at everything?! You are supposed to follow my lead, not to go against it..." she muffled her complaints from underneath.
"Just follow mine for once," Lucian turned around and slipped his right hand underneath the blanket, "I promise you won't regret it."
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She let out a shaky breath as he moved his hand up and down between her legs.
"I'm a Rochefort, we don't fall to the temptation of our desires. I'm not the type of woman to lose control and let my body decide things for me."
"I know, I know," Lucian was on his knees on the floor. Her head was still covered by the blanket and rested on his shoulders as he put more pressure into his touch, rubbing her through the fabric.
"I'm only doing this to wrap you around my finger, not to please my desires." She stopped moving and acted like a dead fish to prove her point.
"Sure you are," Lucian said, kissing her on her forehead through the blanket, "You are a very dedicated person. I'm lucky to have you in my life."
"If I turn stupid because of you, you'll have to take care of me, alright?" She spread her leg a little further apart, "Dumb chick. Only wants to lay eggs. That's what you made me into, and that's what you're going to have to deal with."
"Only for me, right?" Lucian whispered, trying to hold in his laughter, "You are smart and cunning to everyone else, right?"
"Annoying to others, a dumb slut to you."
"Celine...don't call yourself that," he scolded her, "Even if you mean it in a playful way."
She was frustrated and it reflected in how she was talking about herself. She wasn't supposed to feel bad about herself, but it seemed that she couldn't help it sometimes.
"Celine..." he repeated, his voice softer this time, palming her in a way that he hoped she would find more soothing than arousing, "No matter how much you try to destroy the mood to prevent yourself from giving in to the pleasure, you will only end up making me more determined to make you feel good."
He felt her surrender to his touch, her body becoming more receptive to his caresses. He moved his hand to her waist, sliding it under the shirt, and tracing a line down her navel, and then untied the button of her pants, and continued downwards.
"...I'm going to make a mess on your hand. It's going to get all wet and sticky," she threatened him with the most pitiful, soft voice that he ever heard.
"I will gladly be the recipient of that mess," he assured her.
"Mmm," she hummed as he felt her wet skin with his fingers.
He rubbed it slowly, causing her to lift her hips, so that she could feel his fingers better. He traced the shape of her slit, before sliding one finger between the folds, and then another.
He played with her like that, drawing circles and patterns, and then sliding across the small bump.
"...free little general," she mumbled, probably trying to distract herself from the sensations he was giving her, but failing miserably. He could feel her getting wetter and wetter. "...please."
A twitch in his pants made its presence known.
"Alright then," Lucian whispered, choosing a peaceful solution, "Do you want to free him yourself?"
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They both are a switch, but don't know it yet (they enjoy being dominant, but also submissive, at least on the inside). There are lots of factors that prevents them from acting on their desires. 😆
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