<b><a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=84757&amp;pid=2043307#pid2043307">Arthur Connington</a></b><br/><b>Location:</b>Apartment 901.<br/><b>Tag:</b>Cassie Gutierrez.<br/><b>Time:</b>Mid to late evening.<br/><br/>Arthur was charmed by how comfortable Cassie looked, how endearing her words of trust were, unable to do anything but smile when she got to singing a little bit. The worry of alcohol easing the moment was still there, the possibility of regret the next day floating around, but she didn't seem so tipsy that she was not being herself, perhaps just a bit that had helped her ease. Arthur was quietly pulling his shoes off without undoing the laces, a habit that his family had tried to remove but he did it without thinking, when Cassie moved on the bed and pulled him closer, leaving the shoes behind. "Mphhh..." Arthur stifled a moan-like grunt when she teased his member over his pants, being the playful young muse she was.<br/><br/>Unable to refuse, Arthur let her fondle him while he unbuttoned and removed his shirt, showing a fit torso that was devoid of hair, his grooming a custom he had from old times and didn't let go. Stepping one feet on top of another, he shuffled a bit and removed the socks. Just a couple of deft moves, and soon his pants came undone falling to the ground. By then his groped manhood was no mere engorged bulge, but was starting to stand into attention on his black boxer shorts, still not into full mast yet. "Our underwear is matching" he joked, before climbing on top of the bed with Cassie.<br/><br/>Sitting with his back against the wooden headboard, Arthur pulled that wonderful girl with him, sitting her between his open legs. His clothed manhood bumped against her lower back while he hugged her close, his arms draped across the waist and shoulders. "It's my time to play a bit" he whispered, enjoying the warmth of their bodies together. Wanting to taste Cassie's lips once more he leaned over her shoulder, looking for her to turn her head and enjoy another passionate if brief encounter of their tongues. Arthur had plans for her mouth that didn't just involve Cassie's tempting lips after all.<br/><br/>Trying for his beard to not tickle her, Arthur went from mouth to ear, from ear to neck, from neck to shoulder. A path of kisses, small flicks of his tongue and in occasion even nibbles marked his trip, his arms holding her tight and close against his chest. "Hmm, I want to feel all of you and this seems to be in the way" he said, tracing the cup of her bra with a finger, grazing her flesh only so slightly. "May I?" he asked in a whisper, but even in that hushed tone his excitation was palpable. There was something juvenile about his enthusiasm, as if he was a teenager excited to remove his first bra, to touch his first breasts, even if how his hands firmly and doubtlessly moved betrayed both intent and experience.