Thomas Dalton @IntrinsicVice

@PoisedAcuity *It causes a breathless, pleasured chuckle, as he pushes himself up to regain his rhythm within her.* I th-thought not...

@PoisedAcuity -Larkin. Can I take that risk?

@PoisedAcuity *It raises his concern a little, and he slows for her in a genuine panic.* E-ellen, are you...?

@PoisedAcuity She doe- *He stops mid sentence, for now is not the time. She receives his attention entirely, once more.* Y-yes, Ellen... /Christ/...

@PoisedAcuity Oh, I think sh-she knows... But she doesn't mention it. I- I buy her things, in return I'm not l-lonely at night...

@PoisedAcuity *He's cautious, in case it changes her views, somehow. But they are both even, after all.* ...N-no. She doesn't...

@PoisedAcuity *His question gives him an odd delight.* D-do you like to think she does?

@PoisedAcuity *A small satisfaction. It seems he knows, certainly...* I c-can't complain...

@PoisedAcuity Ig-ignore it... *He tightens his grip as he moves desperately to what he knows are her desires.* D-don't move...

@PoisedAcuity *He pays every bit of attention, thrusting quite desperately into her.* God, you're so... Christ.

@PoisedAcuity If it's so shit... *He begins to find a faster rhythm, pleasing himself as much as he is her.* -I'd suggest looking somewhere else...

@PoisedAcuity *With a strong grip on her hips, a couple of harsh thrusts serve as both reward and admonishment.* Don't be so rude...

@PoisedAcuity *He enjoys teasing her immensely, and with deliberately slow thrusts attempts to cause her rather amusing begs.*

@PoisedAcuity I don't think you're in any position to- *His speech breaks as, with a groan, he finally enters her.* -order me about...

@PoisedAcuity Oh? *He hesitates, teasing her entrance with a dark chuckle.* Prefer it that way, would you?

@PoisedAcuity Not too much, I shouldn't hope. *He moves to line himself up with her entrance.* Not if you're well behaved...

@PoisedAcuity *It suddenly takes his attention. He bends to peck her shoulder, and the sound of a zip can be heard.*

@PoisedAcuity I should hope not... You wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you?

@PoisedAcuity Oh? *She receives another hit. Perhaps just because he enjoys it.* Explain, Mrs. Larkin...