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Jamie sets the lip gloss Keeley asked him to bring her in her outstretched palm, but he doesn't sit back down yet. This is the third thing she's told him to go get so far tonight, all with less and less time in between. He hasn't got annoyed with her yet just because each time he goes and comes back without complaint she looks at him like she wants to fuck his brains out.
Keeley opens her mouth, and Jamie can feel himself bracing for an order the way he does with a coach. Attentive, ready to leap into action, focused and ready for it in a way he never can reach doing anything else. But then she bites her lip without speaking. Jamie tilts his head curiously. Keeley's usually not shy, even about freaky stuff. Something about his expression makes her laugh. Loosened up, she comes up with something else to send him after.
"The lacy black pants I wore last night," she says with a lingering smile. Jamie makes a point to roll his eyes, but heads off to the stairs again. Keeley calls him back: "Babe?"
"Hm?" Jamie asks, looking over at her with his foot on the bottom step.
"Bring them in your mouth," Keeley instructs lowly, "yeah?"
In Keeley's bedroom, plucking the knickers up from the top of the pile in the hamper, Jamie debates not doing that. But he's already here, he's already gone back and forth getting all the other shit she asked for, and now he can be totally certain this is a sex thing, so... Yeah, fine, okay. He situates the pants so he can bite down on the cotton and not have the scratchy lace in his mouth. Besides, that part is the part that was against Keeley's pussy all night, and there had to be a reason she wanted a dirty pair, right?
Jamie, fit 23 year old that he is, is fully hard from the mostly not there scent and taste of her by the time he makes it back to Keeley's side. She holds out her hand just like the last three times. Jamie has to lean forward slightly this time to lay the pants across her palm before letting his teeth go of them.
She hesitates again, but then she finally goes for it. "Good boy."
Jamie jerks up straight and takes a sharp breath, ready to be mad about her saying something so- whatever. He's brought up short by the heat that spikes through him. It's not an angry type of heat, is the thing. His hands flex at his side, not quite nervously but... Some other thing Jamie doesn't know the name of.
"Yeah," Keeley agrees with herself softly. She takes a gentle hold of his waist and pulls him toward her. Before he knows it, Jamie is on the ground with his head on her knee, and he couldn't say whether she put him there or he did for a million pounds. Keeley scratches through his hair. It doesn't make any sense, but it feels so much fucking better now than it ever has before. Jamie moans helplessly.
"Good boy," Keeley repeats. It's doing something to Jamie, something inside his head. Mindlessly, he opens his mouth, and she puts her fingers in it. "Such a good little pup, aren't you?"
She was playing fetch with him, Jamie realizes dazedly. That should probably be even more annoying than just nagging him around for no reason.
It isn't.