[ Despite the wealth of the Penderyns they never kept maids; their family was small enough to not really necessitate it and they were serviced just fine with a single butler named Michter--very much an Alfred Pennyworth type and someone Shion has probably met by this juncture at least once. Fortunately he's neither here nor there, so the young blonde heir's relative experience to maids was, effectively, what he was wearing right now. All for Shion.
His cock continues to swell and quickly stretches the tiny confines of his frilly lace underwear until it's taunt over his hips, hardly helped by Shion's light teasing touches. Greedily he pitches his hips towards her and similarly can't help but lean in towards her face with a half-lidded eye, as if under a spell, but keeps his fingers tightly clenched around the rim of that bow. The spell is broken when Shion pulls away, and Bricks manages to regain most of his composure. The mischievous tone and wink does well to take it away again. He blinks twice in curiosity; what was she about to go and get? Maybe a toy of some kind but she's good at surprising him and keeping him on his toes.
Obediently he sits on her bed, spreading the skirt out underneath him and smoothing out the bow he had crinkled between his palms. Looking down he can see his own bulge subtly tenting through the white outer skirt and black under fabric. He pinches the sides of the skirt and experimentally presses down on himself just to see if he can reign it in by any degree and predictably the indirect stimulation does the exact opposite. She said not to touch himself but maybe she won't notice he's innocently circumventing that a little while he waits. He mutters to himself under his breath, ]
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His cock continues to swell and quickly stretches the tiny confines of his frilly lace underwear until it's taunt over his hips, hardly helped by Shion's light teasing touches. Greedily he pitches his hips towards her and similarly can't help but lean in towards her face with a half-lidded eye, as if under a spell, but keeps his fingers tightly clenched around the rim of that bow. The spell is broken when Shion pulls away, and Bricks manages to regain most of his composure. The mischievous tone and wink does well to take it away again. He blinks twice in curiosity; what was she about to go and get? Maybe a toy of some kind but she's good at surprising him and keeping him on his toes.
Obediently he sits on her bed, spreading the skirt out underneath him and smoothing out the bow he had crinkled between his palms. Looking down he can see his own bulge subtly tenting through the white outer skirt and black under fabric. He pinches the sides of the skirt and experimentally presses down on himself just to see if he can reign it in by any degree and predictably the indirect stimulation does the exact opposite. She said not to touch himself but maybe she won't notice he's innocently circumventing that a little while he waits. He mutters to himself under his breath, ]
This really doesn't hide anything, does it...