...well this was not a way he expected to wake up. His eyes fluttered open, peeking to see who it was, before they fluttered closed. Of course his cabin door was still locked. And it was John, lovely as ever.
He moved to catch her lips in a kiss, his arm moving to wrap around her.
His cabin door was locked, but she's on the filter. And while usually she would wait, she'd just wanted to be with him and thus she'd found herself in the bed. She should have also let him wake up naturally, but there he was, features soft, and feelings had swelled up behind her non-existent ribs and she'd had to kiss him.
When he pulls her in, wraps around her, she leans in happily.
"I want to see your eyes in the morning sunlight one morning."
"That would be lovely, sweetheart." John was on filter, and usually was pretty polite about coming in. But Oscar didn't mind. Clearly, she needed company, or at least missed him in particular.
And Oscar had no problem giving John plenty of soft, sleepy kisses for being here and helping the morning start off beautifully.
"Maybe in port, we could get a hotel or some such...? Who knows." He was too sleepy to think too much as he offered soft, sweet kisses to John, on her face and lips. Or tried to. He was a sleepy bean.
She wanted his company. It's nothing more or less than that. The soft, sleepy kisses are something she's going to get rather enamored eith, however. They're so sweet.
"That would be nice. Hopefully this port will be better than the last one."
She reaches up to start petting through his hair fondly.
"Mmmm." He rubbed his face against her, forgetting about possible scratchy hairs. She was soft, and she smelt nice as always. And this was nice.
"That'd be nice. Somewhere with a pleasant beach perhaps. You could watch the sun rise with me. I could do delightful things to you while you enjoyed drinks. Something with...pineapple juice. That sounds...beachy."
His beard and scruff are not something that bother her. Quite the contrary; he turns and pecks a few kisses along his jawline before listening.
"'Delightful things', huh?" because she can't help but tease, not when he's clearly putting what braincells have woken up to wicked work. She might kiss the side of his neck now, nuzzle a little under his jaw.
That just gets a grin out of her as she leans over to start nibbling at his shoulder now.
"That's just because you're both warm and sweet." But she pauses as he continues, just listening to his words. "Mmmm, really?" Fond. Playful. Acknowledging the words but sharing them between the two of them. "And who was drawn to whose bed?"
"If we're being fair and keeping tabs," Oscar told John, grinning at the playful nibbles, "I fell into yours first. You just happened to return the favor today."
He chuckled, his hand drifting towards her breasts.
"Perhaps I should...see how warm and sweet you taste, mm?"
His hand, gentle and casual, made to cup her breast in his palm, offering a squeeze.
"I needed you, and your bed that day. I was a mess. But," He smiled, his nose scrunched from the nose kiss, "I am glad you popped by. I wanted to show you all of this. The bed, the bathroom. I made sure they were deep, and big. The kitchen too- I think you'll like it."
Her breath sucks in past her teeth with a soft sound before she turns golden eyes on Oscar and her lips curl into a smile. There's something so delightful to Oscar initiating things, a specialness to how gentle he is in his 'mischief'.
"I'm looking forward to seeing all of it."
And it's very John that there's no innuendo to that answer. She really is. She's not actually thinking about having sex in all of them. She's just thinking about how a nice deep tub would feel to take a bath in.
Her eyes slip closed and the dark lashes flutter over the bright gold within, the muscles of her stomach flexing and shifting as he touches her. One slips open to see what she's excusing when his lips wrap around the bud of a nipple, the sensation shutting both as her thighs squirm and her breath catches.
He offered a gentle hum, his eyes sliding close as he felt the nipple slide in his mouth. He sucked, slow and steady, before letting his tongue press and roll the sensitive part of her body in his mouth.
Times like this he wished his had both hands back, or more. Because he wanted to pleasure her more, touch her everywhere, make her squirm and sigh.
He made to press his thumb against her nipple, flicking it with his finger to see how she would react- if it gave her pleasure.
It's... something for them to talk about, perhaps, when they're ready to talk about such things. For right now, John doesn't want to talk about anything. Oscar's mouth is doing such wonderful things, after all.
Hopefully he's satisfied by the results of his experiment, how she lets out a little sound of want from what his hand is doing. Hers is going to bury itself in his hair, not directing him but needing to give him more visceral feedback.
They could talk about it, though...not now. Not when John was squirming so delightfully in his grip. And he loved feeling her hand in his hair, causing him to try to draw his hand away, so he could pull her closer, press his face against her skin and lavish her with more attention.
He offered a happy little groan, shifting his hips in want, and sucked harder. He just wanted to make her happy. Wanted to taste her, and hear her sweet words in her pleasure.
Once she feels his hand moving, she moves in turn, shifting herself closer, wrapping a leg around him to press their hips together as he makes her writhe. She'll rock into him to the rhythm his mouth sets, the suction driving her to grind against him for more sensation, but the only word that slips out between her lips is his name. Want, need, affection, all of them in the shape of his name.
He felt a little startled, delighted at the wrapping of her legs so she could grind. That was- well. A new move, but one after a few moments got a low, satisfied chuckle. He fell into a steady, soft suction.
What a beautiful voice John had, ringing through his body. It made his hand a little rougher, his thumb rubbing harder at her exposed nipple until he had to pull back with a gasp.
"John, sweetheart- I need- lay back, please." He begged, wanting to slide down her body and eat her out.
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He moved to catch her lips in a kiss, his arm moving to wrap around her.
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When he pulls her in, wraps around her, she leans in happily.
"I want to see your eyes in the morning sunlight one morning."
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And Oscar had no problem giving John plenty of soft, sleepy kisses for being here and helping the morning start off beautifully.
"Maybe in port, we could get a hotel or some such...? Who knows." He was too sleepy to think too much as he offered soft, sweet kisses to John, on her face and lips. Or tried to. He was a sleepy bean.
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"That would be nice. Hopefully this port will be better than the last one."
She reaches up to start petting through his hair fondly.
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"That'd be nice. Somewhere with a pleasant beach perhaps. You could watch the sun rise with me. I could do delightful things to you while you enjoyed drinks. Something with...pineapple juice. That sounds...beachy."
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"'Delightful things', huh?" because she can't help but tease, not when he's clearly putting what braincells have woken up to wicked work. She might kiss the side of his neck now, nuzzle a little under his jaw.
"'Beachy'. I didn't know that was a descriptor."
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His eyes were sparkling. He was teasing of course as he gave her nose a kiss. John had a very cute nose.
And he was more then happy to idly rub her back.
"I'm also waking up, sweetheart." He offered a sleepy smile. "Beachy can be a description right now. You can be beachy even."
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"Oh? What makes me beachy?"
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"You don't smell like a beach...which is good. Some smell bad."
He kissed her cheek, nuzzling her.
"Maybe...sunny personality?"
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Her hands run over his skin, warm from sleep.
"You feel like a sunbeam."
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"Beautiful John. You draw me in like a flower towards the sun."
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"That's just because you're both warm and sweet." But she pauses as he continues, just listening to his words. "Mmmm, really?" Fond. Playful. Acknowledging the words but sharing them between the two of them. "And who was drawn to whose bed?"
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He chuckled, his hand drifting towards her breasts.
"Perhaps I should...see how warm and sweet you taste, mm?"
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"As I recall, I put you in that bed. Because you were kind enough to let me look after you."
She leans over and kisses the tip of his nose now.
"I wanted to see your bed. Then, I wanted to curl up with you."
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"I needed you, and your bed that day. I was a mess. But," He smiled, his nose scrunched from the nose kiss, "I am glad you popped by. I wanted to show you all of this. The bed, the bathroom. I made sure they were deep, and big. The kitchen too- I think you'll like it."
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"I'm looking forward to seeing all of it."
And it's very John that there's no innuendo to that answer. She really is. She's not actually thinking about having sex in all of them. She's just thinking about how a nice deep tub would feel to take a bath in.
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"It's stone, so it sounds a little like rain. Excuse me."
He was so polite for someone ducking his head to draw her other nipple into his mouth.
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"Oscar..."
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Times like this he wished his had both hands back, or more. Because he wanted to pleasure her more, touch her everywhere, make her squirm and sigh.
He made to press his thumb against her nipple, flicking it with his finger to see how she would react- if it gave her pleasure.
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Hopefully he's satisfied by the results of his experiment, how she lets out a little sound of want from what his hand is doing. Hers is going to bury itself in his hair, not directing him but needing to give him more visceral feedback.
"Oscar, your mouth..."
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He offered a happy little groan, shifting his hips in want, and sucked harder. He just wanted to make her happy. Wanted to taste her, and hear her sweet words in her pleasure.
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What a beautiful voice John had, ringing through his body. It made his hand a little rougher, his thumb rubbing harder at her exposed nipple until he had to pull back with a gasp.
"John, sweetheart- I need- lay back, please." He begged, wanting to slide down her body and eat her out.