CALL ME OUT!

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【 ❝CALL ME OUT❞ 】
psls & one-off fun with KJ.

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[freshprints]

Obviously.

[Like she'd be wrong? Ridiculous. But she also knows that no victory against him is ever anything but short-lived; she claims the upper hand only for him to take her by the wrist and relieve her of it, they push and they pull and on average it all balances out, but she knows better than to think this will really do anything other than spurring him on to get her back in return.

But there are ways she can influence even that. Putting ideas in his head, for example.]

If you want me to behave, sooner or later you're going to have to make me.

[Her mouth moves against his as she talks, each word forming another kiss as she shapes the vowels and consonants pressed against his lips.]

I won't cooperate any other way.

[penpoint]

Make you.

[ He repeats it, saying the words slowly and carefully. It's as if he's evaluating how exactly he would make her do anything. But, it's not an impossible task. They don't operate on polite requests. She challenges him. So, making her really is the only option anyway. Isn't it?

He tugs on a few strands of hair. Its not really in an effort to hurt her, of course. Just a reminder that his hand is there. His attention doesn't divert from her. His eyes are locked on - even this close.

He could find ways to make her do as he wants fun. There's always ways. But, he also enjoys her pushing him back and challenging him in ways that no one else really ever has. He doesn't find her resistance nearly as irritating as he puts on. It's all part of the game. His fingers trace along her jawline, and he grips her chin. Not that he needs to, but he enjoys teasing her with light touches periodically. ]

I may have to, especially if you insist today.

[ He presses his lips to hers briefly. And he shifts his attention to the corner of her mouth, along her jawline, before he whispers: ]

Even if this is a lot of fun.

[freshprints]

It could be more fun.

[He's focused on her now. Has been for a while, actually, but the focus is gradually shifting into fixation, and that's what she wants. That's the natural outcome of this game they play, where he demands and she pretends not to surrender. The longer she plays hard to get, the closer he'll draw her in, and — she likes that. Likes his eyes, when they seem to see nothing but her.

She shifts her weight subtly, rocking it onto one foot while her other shifts outward, making just enough space between her legs for, perhaps, a thigh to fit comfortably. And that's what she does, moving her hands to his hips and digging them in none too gently, but possessively, and makes him come forward until their legs are interwoven, one of hers between both of his and vice versa.]

Unless you're scared to do something about it.