sexual content ahead, 18+
Jᴀɴᴜᴀʀʏ 30, 2024
"I was born blind." Phillipeño tells her. "I don't even know what colours are."
That's sad, but she doesn't want to pity him, knowing that many people don't appreciate being pitied. Instead, she giggles, asking, "Then, why did you ask me what colour are my eyes the other night?"
Upon remembering what happened between them that night, a slight blush tinted his cheeks. "Because."
"Because?"
"I like to imagine. Even though it's all lines drawn in my head, I make up my own thing." He mumbles airily, as if to be drifting away from reality. "I went to the beach once... The ocean is powerful. I could hear the waves crashing in, it sounded so beautiful."
Alexa stares at him in agreement. "You're right, the ocean is beautiful..." Then, she adds, "The sky is like the ocean, y'know? A body of gases and not liquid, aircrafts are used to travel across it and not ships." she smiles softly. "And, birds and butterflies are it's fishes."
"Lexy," Phillip says seriously, drawing closer and turning his torso to her, "I want you to feel my face and tell me what I look like."
Nervousness simmers within her at his proximity. "I–I don't need to feel your face to tell you that." And, you can feel your own face.
He sighs harshly, rolling his eyes. "Just touch me."
"Okay." she responds lowly, then clears her throat, lifting her lady hands to cup his narrow jawline. She begins, "The shape of your face is long and narrow. You have a straight nose...and small eyes..." A slow smile begins to form on his lips, going into grin, "...woah, small lips, but a bright smile!" She compliments jokingly, forgetting her reason of hesitation.
He chuckles, "Why, thank you~."
"Shush, let me finish." Alexa squeezes his thin lips together like a duck's. "Your ears are huge and perky and you have long, blonde curls, makes you look adorable, when we're not working out of course." She says smoothly, before realization hits her and her eyes widen at what she let slip. Quickly, she starts again, "Your eyes. Open your eyes."
He does so with a knowing smirk.
"Looking at the rims, you maybe would've had blue-ish eyes, or maybe grey if you weren't blind. It's a mixture, I can't really tell."
"So... I'm hot when I'm working out?"
Dressing back and shifting her gaze, she grumbles, "Define hot."
Again, he chuckles, leaning down to kiss her cheek. She turns back to him when he goes in for a second one and pecks his lips once, twice, before climbing into his lap. His hands rest on her waist, and hers, goes into his hair, fingers coiling around every strand as they kiss, how they know.
His tongue slipping past her lips to dominate her own.
With Alexa straddling him, Phillipeño's huge hands encircle her bottom, unconsciously pulling her closer, until she's sitting on him and he groans lightly, against her wet mouth. She pulls away, breathing heavily and frowning at this unfamiliar feeling of a boy's part, poking her between her legs. It's also tempting to take it a step further, especially with the way Phillip just moaned. Can he do that again?
Biting her lips in thought, she presses her hands into the soft couch on either sides of his head and brings herself forward. His grip suddenly tightens, then relaxes when she stops and his head falls back. Did he like that? He's not saying anything.
She moves backwards, gasping when he hardens even more and a slow, rhythmic pulse starts at her core. Oh gosh, this is veeery inappropriate...but, I...s–should I continue?
Phillipeño answers that for her, grasping her bare thighs roughly, her skin started turning red. His hands slide up beneath her small nightwear and the clothing drops to the floor, leaving her in her underwear, sitting on a boy... I–inappro— She has no time to comment when he hugs her to his chest, muffling his face into the crook of her neck, where he nips at her skin.
She moans and jumps, getting wetter and hypnotized by the druggy feeling now flowing through her veins; her eyes almost rolled into the back of her head. Why did he suddenly—? She can't restrain herself any longer, and starts grinding, repeatedly moving her hips back and forth. Phillip leans back again, groaning out hell at the sinking in his stomach.
She breathes, "A–ah~."
"Oh, fuck." He swears, gripping her hips in a vice and moving with her, taking her to higher places.
The sounds emitting from Alexa's lips, reminds her of the blues Sebastian and his phonies would watch on the television whenever he came over. And, Phillip never thought he'd ever be doing this with someone, ever, because of the way he was born. This is the first time he's going to ejaculate for a female and not his own hand, and the feeling is much different as a strong urge falls over him and he constricts between her legs. It feels like a spasm of euphoria as his hips jerk wildly up to meet hers and she cries out at a pitch she'd never let loose voluntarily.
Both of them release at the same time, skin moist from perspiration and eyes closed, Phillip groans with his bottom lip between his teeth and Alexa gapes, drawing in heavy gulps of air. Then, the adrenalin fades and a wave of tiredness washes over both of them.
Heavy knocks sound at the door and the droopiness that clouded their minds, whisk away with the gruff voice that comes from behind the door, husky from sleep and thick with the Russian accent of Petro Moskal. "Can you guys... Shut. UP?!"