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[gallowseyes]

When they'd talked that day in the park -- her birthday, he remembers -- they'd ended up talking about clothes, about how George missed the kind of clothes he'd had when he was a part of the court. Since then, she's made him a handful of things, all beautiful enough that he's kept coming back for more. Whenever he goes to her apartment for a fitting, he makes a point of bringing her something -- sweets, or cakes, or flowers. It is, he thinks, only good manners.

He knocks, a wrapped package under his arm.

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[fatesdesign]

Her breath hitches at that second finger and she curls an arm around George’s head as he kisses her. His mouth is so soft, so plush, and so dirty.

She giggles as he pulls back to look at her, blushing even as she rocks her hips against his hand.

“You just say anything, huh?” Her voice is warm, not chiding. It takes her by surprise, but she doesn’t dislike it. In fact, she likes the thrill it gives her. “But yes, that’s acceptable. I’m good at that!”

She pauses and scrunches her nose a bit. “Or so I’m told. I bet guys are very complimentary when they’re in someone’s mouth.”

[gallowseyes]

"In my experience on both sides of that equation, you're probably right," he says, grinning at her, still thrusting his fingers into her as her hips rock.

"Would you prefer I stand or lie for it? I admit to thinking you'd look beautiful on your knees for me, but there is a height difference to consider."

[fatesdesign]

“You’re asking me to do a lot of thinking,” she says breathlessly, arching her back as George’s fingers sink into her again and again. She really does love this, and George is so, so good at it. She lets herself get distracted for a moment, mindlessly cupping her breasts and letting out a breathy moan.

Eventually, she realizes that he’s waiting for an answer.

“You could sit on the edge of the bed,” she pants out, though she’s already pouting at the thought of him taking his fingers away. But she’ll do a good job, and then maybe he’ll put them back. “That could work.”

[gallowseyes]

The combination of her hands on her tits and the sound she makes is so distracting that, for a moment, all George can do is watch her. Eventually, he pulls his fingers out of her and sucks them clean.

"On your knees then," he says, shifting to sit on the edge of the bed with his legs spread wide enough to make plenty of room for her between his knees. "Please."

[fatesdesign]

She pouts a little when he takes his fingers away, but then he’s sucking on them and for some reason it makes her feel somewhat shocked. Even though he’d just had his mouth much closer to the source.

Sex with George is going to be thrilling. That much she knows for certain.

He sits on the bed and Rapunzel swallows hard, sliding off of the bed and sweeping her long golden hair out behind her, sending it crashing to the floor like a pile of waves as she comes to stand between his knees. She sinks down gracefully, eyes widening a bit when it puts George’s cock right in front of her face.

It really is very big, so big that she can both her hands around the base below the head. He groans, and it spurs her on. She’s always kind of liked doing this. Maybe because it always seems to undo boys so utterly.

She twists her hands slowly, glancing up at George from under her lashes as she licks at the head of him with the flat of her tongue, pursing her lips against the slit like a kiss.

[gallowseyes]

She settles down on her knees in front of him and he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the way her green eyes widen. When she wraps her hands around him, he groans softly, his head falling back for a second before he shifts, looking down at her because he definitely wants to watch. She licks the head of his cock almost delicately and George bites his lip over a smile.

"Good girl," he says.

[fatesdesign]

"Oh," she breathes out at the unexpected praise, eyes brightening as her thighs clench. It makes her want to earn more of it, so she drags her tongue up the underside of him, kissing along the shaft and familiarize herself with the heft of him before finally opening her mouth and pulling the head inside, making a soft noise as it slides along her tongue.

She still has both her hands wrapped around him and she presses the pad of her thumb in just under the head, rubbing there as she stares up at him with hollowed cheeks, sliding her top hand away so she can sink down to take more of him into her mouth. There's still so much of him left and Rapunzel pulls off, watching as a line of saliva stretches from her mouth to his cock and then breaks.

"This is really quite excessive," she teases as she strokes him, licking her lips and then diving back in. He tastes good, clean and salty, and she hums as she starts to bob her head.

[gallowseyes]

The way she reacts to praise is lovely -- the slight widening her eyes, the shift of her hips, and then he way she immediately leans in to mouth along the shaft of his cock before she actually puts her mouth over him. She looks up at him as he sucks his cock, and he very deliberately keeps his hips still, lets her decide how much she's ready for, how much she wants to do. He grins at the comment before she goes back to the task in his hand.

"I'm as god made me," he says, still grinning. "And I know you'll take as much of it as you can. Because you're a good girl, aren't you? You want to be good."