[ cyno wants to succeed too, but just, you know, not as much as he wants to fuck parrie into oblivion. it's difficult not to think about when she's so warm in his lap.. he watches her go, his smile stupidly fond, before he turns back to the game for another attempt while she preps some more coffee.
it goes all right. the run is good, but he doesn't beat his record. he stops to check his phone -
- and nearly chokes. jackal's face lights up like a christmas tree, flushed right to his hairline, his eyes drinking in the lovely sight of her beautiful skin and thong, his throat running dry. thankfully, his expression remains entirely neutral, despite his blush darkening. ]
i'm on it, babe. five minutes.
[ now he's focused. cyno turns back to the screen, his expression hard, his brow tight, and he sets to it. one try, he botches almost immediately, but the second - the second, he succeeds, shaving an entire three seconds off of his record. ]
[ Despite saying she'd be back with coffee, Parrie doesn't come back in straight away. Instead, she watches from the kitchen, not wanting to distract him— even through the small screen of her cell phone, she can see the focus on his face now that the blush has faded, the determined light in his eyes.
One try.
She waits.
Two tries, and three whole seconds from the record.
Parrie beams, and finally makes a reappearance, holding two fresh mugs of coffee— not that she suspects he'll be streaming much longer, not now— and moving straight up to kiss his jaw again. ]
I was watching from the kitchen while I made the coffee. I knew you could do it. [ Her voice is low, but she knows his mic is good, so she says nothing else for now, just takes her seat on his lap again— deliberately sitting a little further back this time so he can feel the whole of her ass against him. ]
[ in a rare moment of jubilance, cyno smiles broadly and warmly for the camera as the congratulations begin to pour in, and as he hears parrie's footsteps behind him, approaching. ]
Thanks.
[ he says through his smile, taking the mug from her as she settles into his lap, this time pressing her ass far more firmly against him. that hot flush returns all but immediately, but the chat is eating it up for breakfast. all those jackisaea truthers sure do love what they're seeing. ]
I'll finish up now, guys.
[ he says, taking a sip of his coffee, though his free hand has wandered to her hip, grasping it tightly. ]
[ Once he says that he'll finish up, it's easy for both of them to say their goodbyes, smiling and waving until the stream finally closes. It's only once the blinking red "ONLINE" button goes off that she turns until she's sitting sideways on him, allowing her to turn her head into his for another kiss— still soft, but more passionate than before, filled with a desire she has held back until now as her lips part and her tongue swipes over his lower lip. ]
I hope you didn't mind, [ she whispers, breaking the kiss but hovering close against his mouth. ] I thought maybe you could use some positive reinforcement.
[ A soft laugh as her arms loop around his shoulders, Parrie shaking her head. ]
I know that when it came to getting to kiss you, that motivated me.
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it goes all right. the run is good, but he doesn't beat his record. he stops to check his phone -
- and nearly chokes. jackal's face lights up like a christmas tree, flushed right to his hairline, his eyes drinking in the lovely sight of her beautiful skin and thong, his throat running dry. thankfully, his expression remains entirely neutral, despite his blush darkening. ]
i'm on it, babe. five minutes.
[ now he's focused. cyno turns back to the screen, his expression hard, his brow tight, and he sets to it. one try, he botches almost immediately, but the second - the second, he succeeds, shaving an entire three seconds off of his record. ]
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One try.
She waits.
Two tries, and three whole seconds from the record.
Parrie beams, and finally makes a reappearance, holding two fresh mugs of coffee— not that she suspects he'll be streaming much longer, not now— and moving straight up to kiss his jaw again. ]
I was watching from the kitchen while I made the coffee. I knew you could do it. [ Her voice is low, but she knows his mic is good, so she says nothing else for now, just takes her seat on his lap again— deliberately sitting a little further back this time so he can feel the whole of her ass against him. ]
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Thanks.
[ he says through his smile, taking the mug from her as she settles into his lap, this time pressing her ass far more firmly against him. that hot flush returns all but immediately, but the chat is eating it up for breakfast. all those jackisaea truthers sure do love what they're seeing. ]
I'll finish up now, guys.
[ he says, taking a sip of his coffee, though his free hand has wandered to her hip, grasping it tightly. ]
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I hope you didn't mind, [ she whispers, breaking the kiss but hovering close against his mouth. ] I thought maybe you could use some positive reinforcement.
[ A soft laugh as her arms loop around his shoulders, Parrie shaking her head. ]
I know that when it came to getting to kiss you, that motivated me.