[AN:] A 330 word drabble on John and Rose, as I've never done anything for the couple before and my goal is to upload everyday this summer.
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"Oooh...Draw it out..."
It was music to his ears, really, to hear her moan. His tongue traveled throughout the unmarked canvas between her breasts, taking in the sweet taste of vanilla.
After cupping her breasts and twirling his fingers around her nipples, he gave a kiss to her stomach and slowly dipped a finger down below, pulling around the inside of her lilac underwear.
He moved his head downwards and, with great eagerness, pulled down the undergarment. With his left hand, he pushed her thighs apart and gave a single breath to her lower lips.
He momentarily looked up and felt himself harden at the site of her violet eyes shining with desire and neediness. He wanted to hear her whine for him to pleasure her to the max, stimulate her to the point of addiction, so he stopped to listen to the awaiting melody.
"John...You can't stop now. I beg you for a chance of titillation."
"Are you sure, Rose?" he asked with a jesting tone. The glasses-wearing boy smiled at the way she struggled to not grab him by his black hair and make him perform cunnilingus herself.
She nodded and responded with an almost whining tone, "Please, dear Egbert, your fingers and tongue give me a delectation that I myself could never even envisage."
John felt his already aroused shaft harden even more. The fact that no one else would ever hear the amount of docility, the strong sense of yearning from a young lady of such elegance and independence, sans for him—it was a sort of pride he kept close to heart.
With ocean-blue eyes that twinkled with lust themselves, he moved himself back to her pink flesh that was shivering in anticipation for his mouth, and began to move his tongue in a way to hear the beautiful melodies that erupted from his blonde lover's throat.
He didn't know why but, somehow, she was like a musical instrument that he wanted to passionately play forever.
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