sexual content below, 18+
Jᴀɴᴜᴀʀʏ 23, 2024
It's just after midnight.
Phillipeño smiles briefly, raising his hands to cup her cheeks; his smile falters in concentration as his thumbs brush over her eyes, before skimming lightly the sides of her round nose. "You're really cold." He says, stepping closer with a frown.
"Hm..." She hums, feeling the heat of his body surrounding her.
His palms move airily over her jaw, thumbs circling her thin, pink lips; his fingertips reach out to her small, chiselled ears. "What colour are your eyes?" Phillip asks in a rush of breath.
"Sky blue and chocolate brown."
"Very descriptive." He chuckles to himself, remembering the day when Petro mentioned her heterochromia. His hands trail down her neck and her shivers go unnoticed as he mumbles, "You're very beautiful."
Alexa feels hot, staring up into his face. Her body heat is rising astoundingly and she begins to get urges that have never crossed her mind before. She's itching to touch Phillip, though he didn't ask her to. Oh, not just touch– she wants to touch...touch him everywhere and at least try what, in her mind, she refers to as inappropriate. Why so sudden? Why does she want to do this now?
Phillipeño senses her discomfort. She won't stop fidgeting. "Alexa...are you alright?"
"Can you...um..." She strains to speak properly, "t-touch me again?"
That's weird. She wants him to touch her again. "Uh...sure, I guess." He shrugs, brushing her hair aside and cupping her cheeks again. Alexa grasps his wrists, blushing quite hard and chewing on her lips as she guides his hands to her chest. Phillip pulls back, the meaning of her words 't-touch me again' hitting him hard. A bitch slap. "Oh—"
She takes note of his unsureness and asks instead, "Do you want to?"
"I–I—" he does, but a lot of questions are racing through his head; suppose he messes up? What if she suddenly turns on him? Suppose he hurts her accidentally? They are both inexperienced.
"Touch me wherever." Alexa speaks up again reassuringly, guiding his hands, that were stuck in mid-air, back to her small, perky chest, that's only covered by the material of her old nightwear.
Phillip says nothing, letting out a heavy breath. He runs his thumbs over her erect nipples, sliding his palms along the sides of her breasts. Downwards, his hands move, resting on her sharp hips before he gently pulls her closer, face going down to the crook of her neck. Alexa had closed her eyes instinctively, when his straight nose skimmed from her collar bone to her shoulder blade. Feeling her body pressed to his, Phillipeño is getting excited and his breathing grows rugged. Urges, urges—his hands go around her bottom, outlining her pear shape and he kisses the side of her neck ever so slightly. Urges, urges—he kisses her chest-plate, hands moving down her plumb thighs and up beneath her gown. Urges, urges—
"Phillip." Alexa heaves and he freezes. "Kiss me."
He has no idea how but, he kisses her.