"Well that's good." The cat crawled into his lap and laid on his back, all stretched out and purring. "He loves belly rubs. And people, big ol' chubster." She began to rub his belly.
He smiled and scratched his stomach. "He's cute."
"Yeah. He's actually only a few years old. Got him as a kitten." The cat pawed at Raven's hand. "Awww. He wants treats. Fatso. No no kitty, no begging others for treats."
"I don't even know where they are silly kitty." He chuckled bopping it's nose.
It mewed and hopped off, sitting on the floor, looking at Evelyn. "No you flop. Go on, git." She pushed the cat off, and it ran off. She then turned to Raven. "Hey, didn't we agree on kissing earlier?"
He sighed looking at her. "You want some?" He asked reaching over and playing with her hair.
"Of course I do." She nuzzled into his hand. "I love your kisses."
"Then just tell me when to stop." He said laying his lips on hers.
She blushed and pulled close to him, kissing him back as her arms looped around his neck.
He placed his hands on her hips and kissed a little more deeply.
She returned the deep kiss, and scootched into his lap, pulling him even closer.
He rubbed her side with his hands and pulled her close to him. He smiled against her lips and mumbled something. "You're cute~"
She blushed, a little moan leaving her lips. She couldn't help it. "Thank you handsome…" She then slammed her lips right back into his.
He chuckled and slid onto his back pulling her on top of him. He hummed as they kissed.
She grinded against his thigh as she kissed him deeply, and began to makeout with him.
He moaned a bit and tilted his chin up. He wanted her to lead this- he didn't want to hurt her in any way.
Evelyn took the hint happily, and began to kiss his neck vigorously, leaving behind a train of hickies. She sat up and looked at him. "Such a pretty sub~" She purred, and went back to kissing, but not going past his collar bone.
He moaned a little louder. "Y-You know how…how to kiss a guy…"
"Course I do. I've been a switch long enough. Just know you're topping, first fuck." She said as she got off of him. "Jeeze, no hickies for me?" She asked, looking at him. "I can take a lot of pain, trust me."
"Maybe not right now, we'll see." He chuckled booping her nose.
"Ya know, you're no fun. AND no fair. I mark ya up all pretty and you won't even take a chance. What you afraid of?" She asked, glaring at him. (I'm off to bed, talk in the morning!)
(Alright same actually!)
"No- but I never asked you to." He pointed out with a smirk. "But if you want…" He grabbed her and pushed her into the couch kissing her collar bone leaving a few marks.
"Make out sessions almost always involve hickies, duh. At least, all the ones I've had." She gasped in surprise and grabbed at his hair, pushing him into her neck.
He pulled away softly. "Let me know if I need to stop." He said quietly reaching under her back and gently unzipping her dress.
She looked at him with wide eyes, but slipped off the sleeves. "So far, you're doing marvelously." She wore a simple pink bra, nothing too fancy. "I would've worn a lacy bra if I knew things we're going to come to this."
"It's fine." He smiled softly. He kissed down her neck and came to her chest. "Am I still good?"
She nodded gently, small little moans escaping her throat with each delicate kiss. Her thighs were squeezing together already, making her all blushy and embarrassed at how easily she got turned on.
He kissed her for awhile leaving a few hickies behind. He lifted his lips and gaze looking at her with a warm face seeing hers was the same.
She smiled, and hugged him to her, snuggling in. "Well hi there cherry cheeks." She teased with a smile, giggling as she nuzzled his neck.
"Speak for yourself cherry pie." He teased snuggling into her.
