"Sit still or I'll stop." Poppy warned and Branch's hips stilled before reluctantly settling against their bed. Poppy trailed her hand from his stomach to his chest, fingers ghosting over his nipples and her mouth following close behind.
It was bordering on two hours of her edging him, alternating between grinding back and forth and leaving hickies all over the skin she could reach. Branch was doing better than she thought he would.
Poppy kissed up his chest, stopping at her name written in ink on his collar bone. Branch groaned into his hand as the pop queen nipped at his teal skin.
"How badly do you want to cum?" Poppy asked, slowly raising her hips before sitting back down on his lap. Poppy set a lazy pace, making sure each stroke was slower than the last.
"So...so bad, Poppifer, please," his blurry eyes were heavy, routinely flickering from her face to where the two of them were connected and back again. Poppy hummed, but remained silent and his hands hovered over her thighs before shakily running through his hair.
Poppy loved when he got like this. Big blue eyes staring up at her, cheeks wet woth tears and not a single thought floating in his head. Driven only by the need to cum, second only to the need to please her.
"Can I—can I kiss you," Branch panted, licking his lips, "Please."
"Well, since you asked so nicely." Poppy leaned in, lips drifting over his and she waited just to tease him further. His eyes flickered over Poppy's face in anticipation and she kissed him chastely before going in for another. And another. Poppy grabbed his chin, licking her way into his mouth and she could still taste her pussy on his tongue.
Branch moaned into her mouth as she clenched around him, hands flying to her hips as he bucked into her. Poppy gasped at the sudden warmth inside her.
"Fuck," Branch panted against her lips as his back arched off the bed, "I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to—" Branch trailed off with a hiss as Poppy rose to her knees and looked below him. There was a ring of white at the base of his cock, the brown hair of his crotch slick with it.
"'M sorry, 'm sorry, baby. I can keep going, please, keep going." Normally, Poppy would have stopped then and there. Knowing he got to cum when she didn't would have torn him up. But Branch was so earnest, doe eyes so pretty when he begged her, and she figured he'd do what he asked. There was punishment in pleasure, after all.