She says none of that, though. “Darling!” she says, instead, mock-scandalised. Slipping a hand between his cock and the fabric of the corset, she presses a kiss to the side of his neck, soft and lingering. “Careful, careful,” she murmurs in his ear, voice dripping easy seduction. “You’ll stain the lovely fabric, if you don’t watch out, and that just won’t do.”
Percy twitches at the contact, gasps a little and barely bites off his groan when the sudden inhale reminds him of his new constriction. “I’m- terribly sorry, Lady Vex’ahlia,” he says, struggling to keep his composure, and Vex can’t help but feel a little smug at how easy it’s been to win this particular little game of theirs.
The night’s not even over, either – he still has an entire dinner to spend in it, trying to make small talk and pleasantries with the guests whilst distracted. Socialising whilst knowing what he’s wearing under his formalwear, wondering whether any of them have guessed his little secret, whether his curves are too obvious or the corset too dark against the white of his shirt…
Vex pulls herself forcibly out of that particular train of thought, thighs clenching involuntarily. There’ll be plenty of time for that later, and if she gets distracted now, they’ll never make it to the dinner on time. Or at all.
Percy, however, is a different matter. He’s still staring at himself in the mirror, touching the silky fabric and hard bones of the corset almost reverently, smoothing his hands over his new curves. It’s as adorable as it is arousing, the look of awe and tentative delight in his eyes as he explores the shape his body has been coaxed into, the elegant cage of metal and brocade covering it. Vex wonders, distantly, a little dizzily, why she’s never thought to do this before – and can do little more than stare, slightly breathless with second-hand delight, as Percy slowly explores this newfound pleasure.
“Well, it’s clear that this little problem isn’t going to go away any time soon,” she says, after a minute or so, running her thumb over the head of his cock. She can’t help but sigh appreciatively at the way he groans, twitches and rocks back against her, so sensitive as always. She rather thinks he’d forgotten she was there, carried away with the corset as he was. “Not without a little help, anyways.”
She swats at his arse with her free hand, just hard enough for him to feel it, and laughs when he jumps, gasps, cock twitching against her palm. “Hands behind your back, now, darling, there’s a good boy.”
Despite how distracted he was just moments earlier, he snaps to attention at her words, clasping his hands loosely at the small off his back and exhaling a soft breath of anticipation as she circles round him. When she drops to her knees in front of him, she can see how his thighs are trembling, and it’s enough to make her own clench again.
“That’s it,” she purrs, pressing a kiss to the soft, slick head of his cock and raising hands to grip his newly-accentuated waist, steadying him. Like this, still in front of the mirror, she knows he must be able to see himself, and see her, be able to admire the scene they make together. Beautiful as they both are, she knows, vainly, it must be a very nice one. “Just stand there and be pretty, darling, and let me take care of you before dinner, hmm?”
“…Vex, dear,” Percy says, voice arousal-raw as he stares down at her with a smile, eyes still a little dazed. “Have- have I mentioned recently how much I adore-”
She grins up at him through her lashes, all white teeth and wickedly-curled lips – and closes her mouth around him before he can finish the sentence. He buckles forward into her with a cry, hands grabbing wildly at her silky hair, movement restricted by the tight steel bones of the corset, and-
Well. And, after that, he says very little – other than Vex, Vex, dear, yes, yes, gods yes-!
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"Pretty, Pretty Boy" - Vex/Percy, (2/2)
Date: 2016-12-21 01:55 pm (UTC)She says none of that, though. “Darling!” she says, instead, mock-scandalised. Slipping a hand between his cock and the fabric of the corset, she presses a kiss to the side of his neck, soft and lingering. “Careful, careful,” she murmurs in his ear, voice dripping easy seduction. “You’ll stain the lovely fabric, if you don’t watch out, and that just won’t do.”
Percy twitches at the contact, gasps a little and barely bites off his groan when the sudden inhale reminds him of his new constriction. “I’m- terribly sorry, Lady Vex’ahlia,” he says, struggling to keep his composure, and Vex can’t help but feel a little smug at how easy it’s been to win this particular little game of theirs.
The night’s not even over, either – he still has an entire dinner to spend in it, trying to make small talk and pleasantries with the guests whilst distracted. Socialising whilst knowing what he’s wearing under his formalwear, wondering whether any of them have guessed his little secret, whether his curves are too obvious or the corset too dark against the white of his shirt…
Vex pulls herself forcibly out of that particular train of thought, thighs clenching involuntarily. There’ll be plenty of time for that later, and if she gets distracted now, they’ll never make it to the dinner on time. Or at all.
Percy, however, is a different matter. He’s still staring at himself in the mirror, touching the silky fabric and hard bones of the corset almost reverently, smoothing his hands over his new curves. It’s as adorable as it is arousing, the look of awe and tentative delight in his eyes as he explores the shape his body has been coaxed into, the elegant cage of metal and brocade covering it. Vex wonders, distantly, a little dizzily, why she’s never thought to do this before – and can do little more than stare, slightly breathless with second-hand delight, as Percy slowly explores this newfound pleasure.
“Well, it’s clear that this little problem isn’t going to go away any time soon,” she says, after a minute or so, running her thumb over the head of his cock. She can’t help but sigh appreciatively at the way he groans, twitches and rocks back against her, so sensitive as always. She rather thinks he’d forgotten she was there, carried away with the corset as he was. “Not without a little help, anyways.”
She swats at his arse with her free hand, just hard enough for him to feel it, and laughs when he jumps, gasps, cock twitching against her palm. “Hands behind your back, now, darling, there’s a good boy.”
Despite how distracted he was just moments earlier, he snaps to attention at her words, clasping his hands loosely at the small off his back and exhaling a soft breath of anticipation as she circles round him. When she drops to her knees in front of him, she can see how his thighs are trembling, and it’s enough to make her own clench again.
“That’s it,” she purrs, pressing a kiss to the soft, slick head of his cock and raising hands to grip his newly-accentuated waist, steadying him. Like this, still in front of the mirror, she knows he must be able to see himself, and see her, be able to admire the scene they make together. Beautiful as they both are, she knows, vainly, it must be a very nice one. “Just stand there and be pretty, darling, and let me take care of you before dinner, hmm?”
“…Vex, dear,” Percy says, voice arousal-raw as he stares down at her with a smile, eyes still a little dazed. “Have- have I mentioned recently how much I adore-”
She grins up at him through her lashes, all white teeth and wickedly-curled lips – and closes her mouth around him before he can finish the sentence. He buckles forward into her with a cry, hands grabbing wildly at her silky hair, movement restricted by the tight steel bones of the corset, and-
Well. And, after that, he says very little – other than Vex, Vex, dear, yes, yes, gods yes-!