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Roxanne had never thought she would see the day when soft, sweet intimacy would seem appealing to her again. That was the reason she had started at The Inferno, to do all the things she had wanted, yearned for, in abundance. But after whatever she had partaken in just a moment before, she was starting to think that soft touches still had some things to show her.
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Nyx was staring at her hands again.
She knew this only because Nyx was very bad at acting as if he wasn't looking at her, head tilted down towards his lap, but his eyes ever focused on her hands as they read from one of the books the church's library held. His heart was fluttering that sweet song it did whenever he was thinking very deeply about something before he said it. She had heard it many times before and she loved its noise every time. So she kept flipping the pages, just slower.
They were sitting side by side at one of many study tables on the library's highest floor, where barely anyone looked for reading material. Roxanne had been just fascinated with the massive archive ever since Nyx had given her a brief tour of the church's more hidden rooms. So that is where they sat right now.
Over the months they'd known each other, Roxanne has visited the church more and more often. They had grown quite close in that time, finding refuge in the other when their separate lives became too hectic. Roxanne usually keeps her personal affairs fairly private, even with her dear coworkers. Maybe it was because he was a priest, but she just felt like she could tell him anything. His open mind and open heart welcomed her without judgement, his heartbeat never spiking even when she told him her craziest work stories.
It had only been a few weeks after they had met when Nyx revealed himself as a Changeling in disguise. She did not fully understand the reasoning behind his actions as he pleaded to her that he would tell her, and just to give him time. She still remembered him on his knees in his quarters, clutching her dress as he begged her to understand, tears in his eyes. She would wait, she decided.
After that, and after some (well, a lot) of reassurance, Nyx felt comfortable being his natural self when it was just the two of them. But not outside of his private quarters, so he was currently disguised as his elf persona at the library table.
Nyx was also reading a book. Well, “reading”. His fingers had not turned his page in at least 10 minutes. Roxanne had to fight back the smirk growing on her lips. The book she was reading was about how the artists made the stained glass windows for this church, it being a journal written by the main art director. She believed Nyx's book was about how the devil is portrayed in different doctrines and sermons.
Nyx's breath caught gently in his throat, wanting to say something but hesitating. His eyes glanced up to Roxanne's face before moving back to its position on her hands.
“You.. you have beautiful nails, Miss Roxanne.” Nyx's face darted back to his book as his hand turned its page.
Roxanne finally let her eyes fully settle on Nyx, her lips lifting in a warm smile. “That's very sweet of you. And again, Father, you needn't call me Miss. With my name, It's quite a mouthful.”
Nyx's face immediately started to darken as he turned up to look at her. “I-I'm sorry! I promise to remember next time.” Hmm, seems like he didn't even realize he had said it.
She took a look at her own nails. They had gotten done only a few days before, an almost black shimmer that shone navy in the right light. Long, thin and sharp, just how she always kept them.
“Would you like to see them closer?” Roxanne asked as she extends her hand across herself to hold it in Nyx's vision. His eyes catch onto the shimmery daggers like a guppy to an angler fish's orb. Nyx was wearing his usual disguise at the moment, so Roxanne was displeased that she could not see the glimmer reflect off of his cloudy, white pupils.
Nyx gently nodded while looking up at her with curiosity and a slight bit of guilt.
“Is that a yes, Father?” Roxanne couldn't help the smile that took over her face at the joy of being able to tease Nyx. She couldn't help it sometimes, it was so terribly easy.
“Y-.. Yes. Yes, please.” His lips stretched around that telltale word so nicely. God, his pouty mouth.
“May I?” He asked as his hands came up to hover under hers, asking if he could hold them. After she nodded her permission, his fingers brushed up her palms, taking her hands with such care. His hands were shadowed by Roxanne's larger ones, his fingers hooking under hers to hold her nails up.
As he looked, Roxanne's eyes found the skin of his pale wrists, his sleeves pulled back slightly. All the sudden, she wonders how long it's been since Nyx has been touched back? One of her nails was already millimeters away from grazing the white skin.
As she let her sharp nail glide along his wrist, Nyx tensed and let out a shocked little gasp, his small mouth opening around the sound. Roxanne's gray heart jerked at the noise. She slipped her left hand out of his, instead holding it in hers, thumb resting on his upturned palm. His breath caught again.
“Quite sensitive here, aren't we?” Her voice had lowered, teasing.
After what they had discussed months prior when Roxanne had drawn back his identity, about being centuries old like she was, she assumed that he was no virgin. But then again, heaven knows how long that he's been in this church, swearing his celibacy. The sweet lamb, he must be so starved for a woman's touch.
He was trying so hard, she could tell. He had become as tense as a stone pillar as he tried to keep his composure from the sudden sensation. She tilted her head down, finding his eyes lowered onto his lap and bringing them to hers. They were wide and nervous and Jesus he's looking at her like she made the cosmos. Her thumb caressed the soft center of Nyx's palm. She was beginning to think that this was too much for him, if her assumptions were correct.
“Darling..” She slips her right hand out of his slowly and brought it up to hold his chin, needing his full attention. She had never called him pet names like this before, this… affection between them still new and unexplored. But it was there nonetheless. He reacted physically to it, his cheeks blooming a pretty violet. His eyes held such light, it was like the sun's shine on the water's surface. “Are you alright?”
His eyes moved over her entire face, seemingly committing it to memory. Eventually his eyes fall on her lips, staying for a brief second as a look of pure yearning flashed across his features. As soon as it was there, it was gone when he looked up into her eyes again. He nodded.
“Is this alright?” She gestures with her eyes to their tangled hands. Nyx looks down at them too, his breath coming out in quickening pants. “Y.. yes.”
His breath catches again, he's about to say something else.
“I'm sorry… I'm being improper.” His voice is shaking, not from being overwhelmed, but from trying to hold something back. Roxanne knew the difference. His entire upper half was trembling with it. His eyes were distant, so many thoughts behind them. It sparked her curiosity rather quickly.
“I think you look rather charming.” She wanted him to feel more comfortable with her, with her touching him. If only he knew what she thought was actually ‘improper.’ Besides, reassuring him was one of her favorite things to do.
His knees shifted closer together where they were facing her. Roxanne's eyes darted down to the movement. It's been on more than one occasion where she has noticed how thin his legs are, and how much her hands could hold. Her hand currently resting on Nyx's cheek lightly caressed down his jaw before leaving. His eyes followed it like a sad puppy, already missing the soft warmth.
Roxanne was already going to touch him again, this time on his bony knee. It flinched as she made contact, but otherwise stood still. She looked deep into his eyes, searching. His pupils were blown, his breath on the verge of panting. They pleaded for so much without asking anything.
“So good, so very good, dear.”
Nyx whimpers.
It was more beautiful than any songbird, how breathy and desperate. Yes, there he is. Satisfaction coiled inside of Roxanne, heat building in her chest. Her hand wrapped around the top of his knee, touching as much as possible. She caressed her thumb against his inner thigh. His thighs shake with more fervor, tightening together even more. She wanted to unwrap him and savor him more than her nicest wine. Next time.
“You want to be good for me, don't you, my little lamb?” Her voice was gentle, but still held a teasing heat. Nyx's brows furrowed, letting out another breathy little noise and nodding softly.
Her left hand traveled down Nyx's wrist over his clothed arm, traveling up to his shoulder, stopping just shy of resting on his chest. His heart was that of a rabbit's, thumping so fast and so light. His chest heaved under her touch. Nyx closed his eyes and bit onto his lower lip, suppressing another whine.
“Do you want me to touch you more?” She's sure he understood what she meant, with how his thighs twitched at the question. She gripped his knee a little tighter, letting him feel it.
“M-hmm…” Nyx whimpers in between sealed lips. Some of his hair came loose and was hanging in his eyes. His eyebrows quirked, his eyes wide and begging. The glowing blush spreading on his cheeks. Her pure angel.
Roxanne made a pleased noise as she smirked, keeping his eyes on hers. Her hand inched up, moving to feel the soft flesh of his inner thigh. Nyx's head bowed in embarrassment as he let his thighs be widened by her wandering hand. It stopped just before where he wanted it, her fingers tracing over the plump flesh of his upper thighs. He was panting hard now, body tight in anticipation.
Roxanne's eyes burned into his. Her lips were wet and glossy. Nyx needed to kiss her or he would die right here.
“Please…” he tried, he already was leaning forward. Roxanne knew exactly what he wanted, of course. She brought her left hand up to cup his face as her lips met his. He whimpered desperately into her, moving his mouth against hers as her hand went into his hair. She pet his hair slowly as she controlled the kiss. He leaned into it as much as he could without leaving her. Another breathless whine left Nyx as he was soothed by her pets, his thighs unconsciously falling open.
The hand on his thigh started its journey again, moving past his need and smoothing over his stomach, curling around his narrow hip. She teased his hip bone through his uniform, earning a stuttered breath.
Slowly, her fingertips descended downwards. His core was so hot even over his pants. She traced one finger down the middle, tearing a moan from Nyx. His hands gripped the sides of his chair for dear life.
“Ahhh...” Nyx breathed. Roxanne's thumb replaced her finger, rubbing up and down his covered labia. It circled up and around the bulging bud of him, so light a touch. Nyx broke their kiss with a keen and dropped his head onto Roxanne's shoulder. “Hahh… hngh” his breath ghosted over her collarbone.
“So wet for me…” Her lips caressed his neck in this new position, it was already flushing. His juices soaked through his pants, coating her thumb as it ran over his weeping lips. He nuzzled his forehead further into her shoulder, hiding from the embarrassment.
“Please… please…” he begged softly in between sweet moans. “Roxanne~...”
The woman let out a low groan. Fuck… she could feel her blood going lower and lower. Being a vampire, it gave you quite a head rush with so little blood.
Her thumb left his leaking cunt, even after Nyx whined next to her ear, wanting more. His hips stuttered in place. The hand in his hair gently wrapped around the back of his neck, prying him from Roxanne's shoulder. Panic settled in his chest at the thought that he had made a mistake.
Roxanne sat back in her chair, her legs spreading in front of her. Her gaze held a hot promise. “Come here, sweet thing.”
From this angle, Nyx could see the evidence of her growing need in her lap, her dress lifted in interest. He could feel his cheeks boiling at the thought of him causing that. His legs shakily stood, so eager to do as she says. But as he stands and looks down at her figure, he finds himself nervous, not knowing what to do. He's scared of touching her without her telling him to.
Roxanne's hands come up to grab his, luring him in as she looks at him through her lashes. She grabs his right knee, slotting her thigh between his. She pulls him into her lap, letting her hand find his small waist. Her dress had ridden up her thighs, showing sheer black nylons underneath. Heat filled him as he looked, wanting to hold them. Her legs looked so strong, yet so soft and elegant.
Nyx's attention was brought back to him as he felt his soaked core press against Roxanne's thigh. He let out a full body shudder, gasping into the heated air. His hands came up to hover over her shoulders, asking. Roxanne giggled seductively and nodded. Her shoulders felt soft under his cold hands. His thumb traced her necklace's chain.
Up close, Nyx could see Roxanne's bright eyes closer. They shone a light aquamarine, reminding him of an ocean floor covered in the sun's rays. His eyes drifted down to her black, glossy lips. Her fangs were poking out of her grin, gleaming white. They're so terrifyingly beautiful, Nyx suddenly wanted them on his neck. The thought had him trembling on Roxanne's thigh, his cunt aching. Roxanne's hands on his waist moved to his hips, gripping them. She guided him to press into her, grinding on her as he choked back desperate moans. “Mnhhh….ahh!” He pleaded with his eyes.
“Rox…anne, pleaseee~...” he whined. His head was spinning, all consumed with Roxanne. She surrounded him and engulfed him into her touches of beautiful pleasure. He could feel her nails pressing into his hips where she gripped him. Ughh, she was trying to kill him.
His head slowly leaned forward until his forehead pressed to hers, his eyelids fluttering shut with a breath. He kept his twitchy pace of rubbing himself into her supple thigh over and over, breathy whines overcoming him. Plump lips met his with a heated fervor. Her mouth moved hungrily over his, her fangs slipping out and grazing his bottom lip.
A filthy moan erupted from his throat at the feeling of her sharp fangs threatening to break his skin, it would mortify him if he was in any right mind to think. His thighs tightened around Roxanne's, coming to a stop, overwhelmed by every sensation. He kissed her with just as much passion, worshipping her mouth as his moans are muffled on her lips. The hands on his hips dig into his flesh, making him ache.
He was the one to break the kiss, leaning back slightly. He turned his head, showing her the long line of his neck in offering. He needed it so bad, the moment the thought had come to him he was gone. He wanted her to ravage him and take everything he could give. “I want-..” he tried but couldn't find the right words in his embarrassment.
Roxanne hummed, the noise edging onto a growl. “What is it, sweetheart?” Her voice was uneven with arousal, breathy in his ear. One of the hands on his hips slid up all the way to his neck, making sure to caress and cherish every inch of clothed skin on the way. Her thumb nail grazed against the pale flesh of his neck, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. She knew everything he wanted, reading him like a book. To be in the skillful hands of such an intelligent woman both filled his heart with warmth and his core with need.
“I want you to see me…” with that, he leaned further back, focusing his mind to unveil his disguise, revealing his pale skin and white hair, his smoky eyes opening to her expression of curiosity and a hint of awe. In his brief moment of boldness, he brings his hands up to finger at the fastening of his cassock's collar. He pulled the white collar tab out of the other end, unclipping it entirely to expose more of his neck to her. The drafty air of the library's attic hit his flushed skin, making him feel exposed and naked, perched on Roxanne's thigh. Roxanne ran her tongue slowly over her fangs almost subconsciously as her eyes landed on his pearly white flesh. His skin was spotless, reminding her of porcelain.
She wonders if he can break him just as easily.
Of course, she would be there to put him together again, to help her good little priest. Her fangs were practically vibrating in her mouth with the need to bite. She had just fed the day before, but the sight of Nyx spread on her lap, offering himself up to her lit a fire in her veins, making her so desperately hungry for him.
Nyx's eyes were wide, looking hopefully down at her. His fingers wrap around his collar, pulling it to the side, exposing his collarbone. “Do you want… my blood?”
Roxanne surged forward, lips connecting with his neck. She licked and kissed relentlessly while her hands grip his waist. Her fingers wrapped all the way around it, completely encasing his waist in her grip. He let out a whimper at all of the attention. His cunt thrusted desperately against her thigh, gushing fluid. Roxanne leaned forward, pressing her chest against his, her large breasts and interested member pushing into him. He was losing his damn mind. His hands find their way down and over Roxanne's, feeling how small his were against hers. Feeling the points where her fingers touched, earning a squeeze of her hands. He moaned hotly into the space of their bodies.
Roxanne's mouth sucked lovely marks into his collarbone, moving up to lick the skin of his neck. Her fangs teased the spit slick flesh, making Nyx shudder. Her thumbs caressed over his stomach before slowly sinking her teeth into the side of his neck.
Nyx's body instinctively tensed up, centuries of survival instincts coming to life. His mind explodes with heat, fiery arousal coursing through him at the feeling of her lips stretched around his skin, her teeth stinging with a pain that's so addictive it's scary.
He can't help the shaky groan that escapes him, one of his hands heading quickly down to his own heat. Before he could touch his throbbing clit, Roxanne plucked his hand away. He whined against her shoulder. She takes her other hand and smoothes it down his lower back, moving down to grab his ass. He jumps and yelps. She can hold it all in one hand, squeezing slightly to tease him. That was when Roxanne began to suck, his blood flooding out of him. He felt her moan happily against his bloody neck. He believed then that he could die a happy man. If he doesn't die right here in her seductive clutches.
Roxanne grabs his thigh that is in between hers and hooks it over herself so that he is properly straddling her lap. The movement presses his core up against her member, a surprised whimper leaving him.
The teeth in his neck slowly pull out, the beautiful vampire leaning back while licking blood off of her lips. Her lipstick had partially rubbed off, no doubt smeared all over his neck and shoulder. The satisfaction in her smile filled his stomach with bloody butterflies. He would gladly let her bleed him dry if it meant she would look at him like that the next morning when his dead body stubbornly woke up again.
“Mmmm…” Roxanne hummed as she slowly moved her hips against him, pinning him with her gaze. “Look at how you make me feel, angel.” Her fingers trace over her dress, sliding up to spread the precum beading at her tip. Nyx salivates, the sight so erotic it makes him tremble.
She grabs onto his chin, his eyes wide as they flick up to stare at her face, “Please yourself on me.”
His cloudy eyes widened, biting his bottom lip to keep from making another pathetic noise. He reached his hands up to rest them on her shoulders again, holding on as he nervously moved himself closer to her need. He can feel her through his pants, so hard and hot on him. His lips glide along her length shakily, parting around her size.
“Good boy~…” Roxanne whispers in his ear.
All of a sudden, he was on the edge, seconds away from finishing. A sobbing moan escaped him as he grinded down onto Roxanne like it was his salvation. He was a mess, the praise reducing him to a desperate, horny little thing in her lap. “Ahh… Roxanne! ….Please, please, please………Nngh!.... I can't… take much more…”
A hand comes down to rest around his white neck. Her middle finger and thumb almost touch without even choking him. A shaky breath escapes him. He presses into the grip in his desperation, the bleeding holes in his neck aching and making him whimper. It's all so much. She's all around him, surrounding him in her soft touches and silky words. Every touch is precious to his skin. He's been starved for it for so long, his entire body feels on fire with desperation. His brain fills with fog and he doesn't realize he's panting and shaking until a large hand cradles his face. He opens his eyes to see her looking at him with eyes filled with tenderness and it's all so overwhelming.
Hot tears pool in his eyes, a hiccuping breath leaving his pouty mouth as he leans into her hand. She can feel wetness run down her palm as he tries to hide his face in her hand, more hiccuping moans leaving him. His hips never stopped grinding helplessly into her thigh. “You feel so good…” he whimpers into her palm so quietly she almost didn't hear it.
Fuck, he's so good.
Roxanne leans forward to kiss his tears away, her lips giving gentle kisses all over his face, Nyx's heavy breath ghosting over her cheeks. She gives his lips one teasingly chaste kiss before leaning her head back. When she opens her eyes again, she has to hold back from gasping when she sees Nyx's face.
His eyebrows were furrowed in a look of utter yearning and his eyes were huge and glossy with tears, his white pupils so enchanting. He looked like he would do absolutely anything for her. His black, oil colored tears left stains on his cheeks that make her want to do things to him that she's almost scared to think about later. She swore, nobody else could make her feel like this, this deep dark urge in her core making her want to take and claim and control him. Something in his eyes begged for it when he looked at her in the later hours of the night, his bottom lip in between his teeth as he tried to listen to her talking, looking so deeply into her eyes.
“So pretty…” She whispered back to him. He stills his hips abruptly, gasping and trembling with effort. Her member twitches against him as she realizes he was going to cum from being called that.
“Nghh, fuck…” He swears shakily, his hand coming up to cup her cheeks, threading into the hair at her nape. His lips surge forward to rest questioningly on the side of her neck in a chaste kiss. She lets out a moaning sigh as she leans her head to give him more room. Hearing her pleasure, Nyx moves his soft lips over her neck, kissing every inch he can find with reverence. His hands move around to tangle in her deep red hair, curling it nervously around his fingers as he kisses lower down her neck, his tongue peeking out to wetly kiss and suck the hollow of it.
Roxanne let out a choked off moan, holding his head closer to her, nails trying not to grip his hair too tightly. Nyx's body comes closer, flush against hers as he moans against her neck, the noise vibrating through her veins. Her grip tightens and he whines and pants against the spit slick skin of her neck, sending shivers through her body. She brings both hands down to grip his waist, pulling him as close to her as possible while grinding up into him hard.
“Ahhh!-” Nyx moans loudly, the sound deafening in the quiet library, before pressing his face to Roxanne's neck to silence himself, but also in embarrassment.
“Have… mercy on me… please.” He whispers into her ear as he aches and twitches against her hot, hard member. His hips move of their own accord and grind against her dick, so desperate to cum on it and make it wet for her, so she could use him to rut against as her cum splashes through her dress.
“You don't want mercy… do you?” Her teeth graze against the shell of his ear, earning a shaky sigh.
“I don't want to give it to you,” She drawls, “not when you look so beautiful when I take you apart.” She moves her right hand up and brings his face to hers, two sharp nails part his lips, his mouth opening to welcome her fingers. Nyx moans helplessly around the digits, begging with his eyes, locked with hers. His thin body is shaking like a leaf. “You don't know what you do to me, angel…” She sighs as she grinds herself against him, his pussy getting her so wet and restless to take him. “Mhhh fuck.. wanna fuck you so hard that you cry, I wanna hurt you, make you bleed just for me…” she pauses, “...do you want to hurt?”
His eyes roll into the back of his head as he closes them and moans a muffled, “mm-hmmm” around her fingers, nodding the best he can. She can feel his velvet tongue move against her fingers, twisting around them as he takes them deeper into his mouth, past her second knuckle. She pushes her fingers into his wet, tight little mouth until her nails brush against the back of the throat and she stops, scared she might've made him gag accidentally.
That's when Nyx grabs her hand with both of his, looking up into her eyes before he closes them and swallows her fingers all the way past her third knuckle, not gagging in the slightest as her nails breach his throat, clenching so tight around her fingertips. His tongue laves over the girth of her wet digits as he furrows his brows, moving his mouth to pump her in and out, fucking his mouth with her fingers like he was born to do it.
A shaky groan leaves Roxanne as she watches this innocent little holy man stretch his lips wide over her fingers, sucking them like it's the real thing. “Fuck, where'd you learn to do that, you dirty little thing?” Nyx keens, his eyebrows screwing up and he grinds harder down onto her, his movements getting so desperate he's begun to whimper and whine uncontrollably around Roxanne. She pulls his chin down with her fingers pressing into his tongue, breathy noises leaving his sinfully talented mouth as he stares half lidded up at her.
Nyx pulls his mouth off her soaked fingers and brings it to her bitten lips, kissing and kissing her with so much helpless passion, arms wrapping around her shoulders and body pressed so close. His cunt rubs against her, thighs squeezing her hips. “Please, I need to-” He whispers shyly against her lips. He's cut off by another hard grind of Roxanne's cock against his swollen clit. “Hmmm, good boys ask nicely.” Roxanne whispers back, another grind of her hips almost making him teeter over the edge.
“Hah…. Pl- please. Fuck~, …please, let me cum?” He whimpers sweetly. “I'll be a good boy, I promise~…. Can I, please?” His eyes shyly meet hers, almost like she would ever deny such a beautiful plea.
“You've been such a good boy for me… let me help you.” Roxanne lulls as her lips seal over his once more, her hand gripping his waist while the other travels down to slide a thumb over his weeping sex. His small mouth kisses her furiously, so close. Nyx gets louder and more desperate every time he moans, her thumb swiping over his aching clit. He ruts himself down onto her one, two, three times, each time moaning so wantonly her dick twitches every time before his body tenses, unraveling as beautiful noises fall into her mouth as he rides her through his orgasm. His movements were so desperate and hard, like it was his first time cumming.
As his hips grow twitchy in her lap, his mouth begins to go lax on hers, not kissing her back. His muscles all begin to relax in her grip, going limp. Her reflexes react just in time to catch him as his body slips away from hers and falls lifelessly towards the floor, her arms holding his waist as his upper body hovers in between her legs, head fallen back as his hair sways from almost cracking his skull open.
The woman holding him up is stuck staring at him, confused as she's processing what just happened.
Thankfully, Roxanne has had enough experience with this happening where she didn't immediately start freaking out, but it still spooked her as she stared at his chin as his head lolled backwards. She holds the back of his neck to hoist him up, her legs closing underneath him to rest his back on as she gets a good hold of him to lift him back up to her.
As his head lolls forward, his eyes blink open slowly as he takes in where he is. When he blearily meets Roxanne's concerned gaze, he gasps, eyes blinking open wide. “D-did I-...?” His cheeks were still flushed.
“Only for a second, love. Are you alright?” Her hand cups his cheek, his face almost instinctively pressing into it. Her heart flutters at the sight. He nods assuringly, “Yes, I'm sorry, I must have scared you!” He wraps his arms around her again, nuzzling his head into the crook of her neck. This causes him to brush up against her again, making her sigh in his ear.
Nyx pulls back to look at her flushed face, then down at her soaked cock still straining against her dress. He moves his hips again, overstimulated but wanting to hear her make that noise again. She lets out another lovely sigh, holding his hips firm. “I can tell you're in no shape to please me, darling. Next time, I promise.”
She can't help but giggle at his immediate pout as he opens his mouth to object, but her hand is quicker as she holds it over his mouth, chuckling as she brings her face close. “Don't worry, I'm too curious to see what else that dirty mouth can do.” She hooks a long thumbnail past his lips and over his teeth, pulling it open to see his plush tongue, so innocent looking when not twirled around her fingers.
His eyes can't meet hers, his flush going down to his chest. “Hrnnnggg…” he whines dramatically. When Roxanne removes her thumb, he says, “I'll make it special for you,” eyes sparkling with determination, so endearing it makes her chuckle as she pecks his lips.
They sit there slowly kissing a while after, before Nyx gets up, almost falling over again, and briefly departs her with a kiss on the hand as he rushes awkwardly to his room to change his soggy ass pants.