Verse/Luka/Sex with Thoring: dominate him
From Create Your Own Story
You've never been one for depending on others, especially when it comes to your pleasure, and you're not about to let your teacher be the first. Quickly, and quite unexpectedly, you grab Mr. Thoring by the collar and push your lips against his. Quite obviously, you're rather inexperienced, and your lips merely rest on his, not doing much of anything. Mr. Thoring doesn't seem to mind your assertiveness, however, as he simply uses to tongue to guide you into opening your mouth for him.
As his tongue explores your mouth, his hand slips under your shirt and slide up and down your skin, making your body shiver with attentiveness. Soon, he gathers enough courage to go slide them down to your bum and give it a squeeze. The suddenness of it makes you jump, which makes his hands withdraw. "Too fast?" He whispers into your ear.
You're breathing heavily; this is the first time you've done this, with anyone, ever. "Um, no," you gasp out, "just... unexpected."
He nods and uses his hands to massage your back. "Don't worry," he continues, "I'll go easy on you."
You remember you're suppose to be in command, and shake your head. Rather than saying anything, however, you simply plant another kiss on his lips. You've learned a bit from the last time, though, and are quick to slip your tongue into him. He seems to chuckle lightly, as his tongue starts to spar with yours. Your hands start to massage his chest and stomach--specifically the many well-developed muscles that make them up. Impressed, you continue to run your hands across his torso, until you break the kiss and start to mess with his chest.
As your hands go lower and lower, you pull his shirt up and over his head and start to kiss and pull and suck on his neck with your mouth and teeth. He let outs out a small pleasured moan, as he lands a kiss on your forehead and allows his hands to explore your body. At first, his touch feels foreign, causing you to twitch and pause; soon, however, his touch serves to build you up, wanting more and more of it, and of him.
Soon, you've kissed your way to his stomach, and have moved off the chair to be leaning before him. "My, my," he says, "Luka, you're far more slutty than I thought you'd be."
You turn a bright red at his words, but nonetheless kiss where his toy would be and reply with...
