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Iris slowly turned the gavel around in her hand. They were always so much lighter than they looked. She supposed the gavels were all about what they represented. It was why she always insisted on starting off with the gavel when she directed, even though she knew the chair ought to start off with it for peak efficiency. She scanned the room as the delegates started to settle in their seats, wondering which of them she’d be handing this gavel to at the end of the weekend.
Her phone buzzed; it was a reminder to submit a report on the ADHOC infiltrators to their dais. She’d never been a big fan of ADHOC kids in her committees, as it seemed all they did was cause chaos and prevent anything productive from happening, which was rough in the already chaotic crisis committees she liked to staff.
While most Model UN kids debated serious international issues in their own committees, the really rebellious people would join ADHOC, a group that infiltrated the debates and carried out minor tasks on the sly, like mentioning a particular agenda in their speeches or getting their name on a resolution.
She frowned at her phone. Delegate Affairs had made the UNHRC delegate the ADHOC delegate, apparently. A pretty rough position to be in, representing the UN Human Rights Council yet needing to advocate so strongly for such strange positions. She supposed she’d have to keep an eye out.
…
When she looked around during the introductions, she noticed the ADHOC kid right away. He sat in the second row, listening attentively. He had an elegantly cut jaw and even, pretty lips. When he rested his cheek on his hand, his fingers pressed into his skin. It made his face look soft and precious. The clean black of his suit contrasted with his skin to make him look even paler, like jasmine in the moonlight. He was beautiful.
There was something about his face that stood out as a subject. She had sketchbooks full of drawings of faces, it was the one thing she could draw better than anything else. Some people just had faces that begged to be drawn, with unique lines and proportions that were both dynamic and appealing. She wondered how long it would take to capture the angles of his jaw and cheekbone perfectly, or the curved lines of his lips. He was remarkable.
Almost as if commanded by her thoughts, he raised his hand. She gestured towards him. “Yes?”
“Madam Director?” he began, and she felt herself freeze. His voice was lovely and velvety, and hearing him address her directly made nervousness well up in her chest. His face was a work of art, and she wondered how it would feel to rest her hand against his cheek, to stroke under his eye with her thumb. Madam director. Her thoughts drifted to what it would be like to hear him say it under different circumstances, in a different tone of voice...
“I’m kind of confused about the directives.” He looked down at his copy of the ROP, frowning, and then up at her earnestly.
And so she drew the chart she was going to draw anyways, glancing back at him too many times under the guise of making sure he understood, if only to get another glimpse of his impeccable features.
Iris’s gaze darted to her laptop, where the roster for the committee was opened on another tab. She resisted the urge to click on it just to find the boy’s name, because that would probably be weird. Sure, he was cute, but it would be unethical to come onto a delegate, and who knew what he was really like? Surely someone that would choose to do AD HOC had a low chance of being an amiable person?
So she stayed still and tried to focus on the speaker. The committee was an FCC with an elaborate alternate history that included a second Korean War. When the person’s speech ended, she looked around, settling on the ADHOC boy immediately without hardly thinking about it. It was his face , it was just so enchanting. She wanted to take his face in her hands and touch it, admire him closely the way she felt like doing when she encountered an intricate sculpture in a museum.
Iris fought to keep her face neutral. “UNHRC, you have one minute.”
The boy stood, and she could see now that his blue tie matched his blue eyes. She felt an unexplainable urge to stride up to him and pluck the glasses from his face. Though they suited him nicely, they really obscured his eyes.
He faced the dais and smiled, revealing a pair of adorable dimples. Could this guy get any cuter? When he started speaking, she could feel herself being drawn in by his deep, strong voice, so much more confident than everyone else’s. It was the beginning of the MUN season and committees, even her advanced crisis, were full of newbies who didn’t know the ROP. He’d been just as confused as the rest, but he spoke like he had been doing crisis for years. When he spoke, he was somehow even lovelier, with the lines of his blazer emphasizing his slimness and the calm assuredness with which he navigated his points. He glowed as if under a spotlight.
Iris eyed the timer on the screen. He’d run out of time, but was still speaking as if he hadn’t noticed. The gavel felt heavier in her hand. She wasn’t really sure what he’d said, but she didn’t want him to stop talking, not really. His voice was lovely, and he was lovely, and focusing on something other than that was an unappealing prospect.
Her assistant director nudged her, jerking his head pointedly at the screen. Iris cleared her throat. “Thank you, delegate,” she said, banging the gavel on the desk. “Please sit down.”
The kid looked a little disoriented, but he stopped in the middle of his sentence and followed her instructions. However, his lips looked exactly as kissable when he wasn’t talking. Pale pink, exactly like the rose petals in her garden. She imagined holding a palette with red, white, and pink paint, and how she would mix them carefully to get that exact color.
She did her best to focus from then on, cutting his speeches off at exactly a minute like she did with everyone else. The directives piled up as the session went on and she slowly became more consumed with keeping track of the complex web of conflicting strategies being implemented.
Iris was scribbling out a response to a directive when the chair announced the end of the session and the start of the lunch break. “Feel free to talk to us if you want any feedback on your performance!” Iris announced, barely looking up from the directive. “We’ll be happy to help.”
She’d just finished adding the last few big directives to the tracker when someone cleared their throat above her. Iris looked up, and saw him. The ADHOC boy. She slowly put down her pen. “Yes?”
He shifted around, looking a bit awkward, like he wasn’t sure where to stand. “You said you could give feedback?” He leaned a bit closer, dropping his voice to a whisper. “They tell us your review of my performance counts for our… awards.”
Iris smiled tightly, raising her eyebrows. He’d been doing very well so far. She didn’t just think that because he was pretty. He had been able to carry out the ADHOC missions fairly discreetly while performing in the committee at a fairly high level of competence. But perhaps like most MUN boys, he was ultimately just after the awards.
She stood up and began to gather up her papers. Iris didn’t like looking up at him so much. Sure, it emphasized his height, the line of his jaw, the slope of his cheekbones- but she wanted to look him directly in the eyes. In her two inch heels she was closer to his height, but not quite.
“You’re doing a very good job so far,” she said, trying to keep her voice matter-of-fact. “Good speeches, solid directives, successfully being… covert. I’d say you’ve got to remember to sign your directives more, the team gets annoyed when that happens. Also, try to make sure your speeches can fit within the time limit so you can end stronger and impact the discussion more.”
She didn’t mention that it didn’t matter that he didn’t sign his directives, because she could pick up his cramped handwriting right away. Not to mention, his directives rarely had any signatories.
He laughed and nodded. It was a beautiful laugh, but just a bit strained, a bit uncomfortable. He ran a nervous hand through his hair, messing it up a little. It was the kind of hair she would love to bury her fingers in, clutching it in her hands while she kissed him hard. He was so beautiful and his skin looked so soft, and she imagined how lovely it would be if she did that and he just folded, just accepted her will as easy as breathing, like a hushed and unspoken understanding.
“Sorry,” he murmured. “It’s my first conference, I haven’t had a lot of practice.”
She deliberately kept the surprise off her face. Instead she softened her smile. Without thinking about it, she put her hand on his shoulder. “You did a great job. You’re a natural.”
He stiffened under her touch, then relaxed. He smiled again, but it was prettier this time, realer. “Thanks. I do debate, actually. So it comes a bit more easily.”
Of course he did. Well, debate probably suited him more than it would her. MUN had a pretty great community, whereas debate…
“You’re practically cheating,” Iris accused. “Sharpening up your skills then facing against all these beginners.”
“Hey,” he said, raising his hands in a placating gesture. “I’m a beginner. The director said I did very well .” He sounded so self-satisfied when he said it, and it was absolutely adorable. She was standing in front of the desk now, next to him, and the room was practically empty except for them.
They were so close she could smell him, and he smelled just like a candy store, like caramelized sugars, like the expanse of a mango orchard. It was so unexpected, it hit her in a dizzying wave. He smelled like everything she wanted to eat, like a dessert. It was overwhelming. His smile made her heart sing, and she could only imagine what his chest looked like underneath his suit, how his pale, soft neck would look with red bite marks.
She tried to snap out of it and listen to what he was saying.
“Really, my friend insisted I do ADHOC even though I’ve never done MUN. I have no idea why they accepted my application.” He sounded so different when he wasn’t giving a speech, more reluctant and nervous, but this side of him held its own appeal. She just wanted to gather him into her arms.
“What’s your name?” she asked suddenly. She didn’t even work up to it. She had to know.
The boy seemed a bit surprised by the forwardness. “It’s Barry.”
It was a tiny victory. She held out her hand. “It’s good to meet you, Barry.”
When their hands touched, the fluttering feeling in her chest swelled and she felt hyper aware of where their skin touched. She felt electrified, overwhelmed.
“You too, Iris,” he said. The sound of name rolling off his tongue so casually was addictive, and she wanted nothing more than to hear it again and again.
…
She ate lunch with Barry that afternoon, and he seemed like the kind of person she could talk to forever. He was funny, entrancing, charming, precious. He only got prettier the longer she stared, and the longer he talked. Iris was hyper aware of the space between them, of how close she was to Barry.
He was beautiful, but he seemed a bit oblivious. Like he was accepting what was given to him, but he wasn’t about to actively pursue more. Iris wondered if there was a way to get his number before he left the conference.
…
Barry looked confused when he was told he had a candygram, and even more confused when it was read out loud and the other delegates tittered.
“You really put the ‘model’ in Model UN,” the USG read out loud. “Is that direct(ive) enough?”
Barry’s face was bright red as the USG placed the candy bar on his desk, staring dumbfoundedly at the message and looking around as if he’d find the answer somewhere. Perhaps he could, if he were looking hard enough. When he finally made eye contact with Iris, a question in the tilt of his head, she smirked at him. Just in case that wasn’t enough, she winked.
Barry’s mouth dropped open, but it was really a reaction that could mean anything.
…
Barry was called out of session early with everyone else from his school for a school specific thing. She wasn’t sure what he would have said if given the opportunity to linger after the session, to approach or ignore her, however he decided to react. It could perhaps be construed as unethical to hit on her own delegate, but she wasn’t technically his director. He ultimately answered to ADHOC. She was sure the ADHOC dais would contact her for information on his performance, however. She’d have to tell the truth and provide a glowing review. Barry hadn’t been thrown off by the candygram, he had slipped it into his backpack and gone right back to the debate. He steered the debate with ease, his agenda standing out as the most solid thing to other delegates in a midst of confused statements lacking in conviction. Barry might be a debate boy, but he was a model delegate. Confident, capable, but too altruistic to come off as a gavel hunter. Iris’s assistant director and chair both thought he did very well, and that he would have earned an award from the committee if not for his true identity as an ADHOC delegate.
She was contemplating the situation when she reached the elevators, pushing the up button so she could head to her hotel room. As she stepped in and pressed the button for her floor, she heard a familiar voice behind her.
“Wait up!” It was Barry. He stepped in behind her, smiling. “Iris! How’s it going? Sorry about missing the end of session, that won’t count against me for awards will it?”
As he reached out to press the button for his floor, she reached out, hardly thinking about what she was doing. Her hand clasped around his wrist, stopping him. He looked confused, his lips parted in question. Before he could say anything, she pulled his wrist down, and took his other wrist in her other hand, looking down into his eyes.
“Come to my room instead.” She said it to him firmly, in a hushed voice as the elevator rose. It was meant to sound like a suggestion, but came out sounding more like a demand. Her voice was insistent, the quiet intimacy of their position revealing exactly what it was she was offering.
Iris watched Barry’s eyes grow wide, and from this close she could finally see how blue they truly were. Colored strands of iris in many shades, overlapping to create the multifaceted shine of an expertly cut gem. She imagined a selection of quality colored pencils, all shades of blue, and the way she would need to layer and blend them to draw his eyes perfectly.
Barry’s breath audibly caught in his throat, and he stared back at her in shock. “Really?” He sounded breathless, overwhelmed, and just a bit hopeful.
She got bolder. She did what she’d been resisting the urge to do since she first laid eyes on his perfect face. She lifted a hand to cup his cheek, and it felt even more heavenly soft than she had imagined. She leaned closer, curling her other hand around the back of his neck. Barry smelled even better up close, saccharine without being sickly. It was overwhelming, dizzying. She felt the tension between them, the way they hovered just on the edge of something more. She pressed a slow kiss to his cheek, the taste of him sparking a wave of desire.
“Really,” she whispered against his skin. He tensed up, she could feel the speed of his pounding heart where their chests were pressed together.
“Okay,” he breathed, looking too overwhelmed to say anything more. He was looking at her with a completely undisguised awe, as if he had never seen anyone so beautiful. How silly , Iris thought. Surely he’s seen himself.
…
Once they were inside, she couldn’t resist moving on him immediately. He wanted her too, it was clear as day, and at that moment there was nothing she wanted more than to touch him. She wanted to take off that beautiful suit of his and run her hands over the expanse of lovely skin that lay waiting underneath. She turned around, grabbing his arms and pinning them to the door. She pressed her lips against his, sighing into his mouth at the light sweetness she tasted. He tasted amazing, responding with fervor as she kissed him. He kissed just a bit too slowly, as if he was trying desperately to keep up. Certainly there was something to do about that.
She pulled away to look at him. Barry was flushed, breathing hard, with his hair mussed from being pressed into the door. She let go of his wrists and pulled him toward her instead, backing further into the room.
Barry cleared his throat nervously, his hands coming up to circle her waist. “I… I have a question,” he murmured.
Iris raised an eyebrow. She brought her hand to his cheek, rejoicing at how right it still felt. “Ask it,” she said softly.
“What… exactly…are we going to do?” he said, his large hands gripping nervously at her waist.
Iris smiled warmly. He was so, so precious. “Oh, Barry.” She leaned close, dropping her voice to a low whisper, speaking with her lips pressed right up against his ear. “ Whatever I want. ” She punctuated the words by pressing a kiss to his ear, and Barry inhaled a sharp breath. It was a lovely, soft sound.
Spurred on, she slid her fingers into that messy hair, gripping it tightly in her hands. She kissed his ear hard, licking the shell, the sensitive underside, as Barry’s breathing grew harsher. She gripped his hair harder, pulling him towards her as she bit down on his ear, drawing a stifled moan from his lips. His neck was pale and pristine and overwhelmingly soft, and as she bit down on the delicate skin she felt a rush like no other. This boy tasted amazing, his reactions to her were addicting, and the reddening mark on his neck sent a flash of possessiveness through her. She wanted to ruin him.
Iris unbuttoned his blazer quickly, ripping it off him and throwing it to the side. She removed his glasses, revealing blue eyes twice as bright and deep as they had appeared before, his gaze intense and wanting. She loosened his tie, moving her hands down to deftly undo the buttons on his shirt. When she ran her hands across that pale skin, she shuddered. He felt so broad and strong and sure, and he had all the unbroken purity of a white canvas. She wanted to be the artist that painted him, to use him to make something beautiful. The draw of his beauty was tantalizing, it was like a light inside of him that drew the artist in her to it like a magnet. She wanted to bask in that beauty, consume it, take it apart, make it part of her, everything.
She leaned down and bit into his chest, right beneath the collar bone, leaving an angry red mark decorating his skin. When she bit down, she felt the high rush of the power, how her mouth salivated at the taste and the sensation, how the desire in the pit of her stomach intensified. The way Barry gasped when she bit him, a gasp of surprise and pain and pleasure, made her heart sing with satisfaction. He was such a good boy.
Just experiencing him like this was a transcendental experience. It was crossing the velvet ropes in the art museum, finally being permitted not only to look but to touch, to taste. It almost felt wrong to seduce such a pure and powerful muse, but she was never going to get a better change to appreciate Barry’s beauty for the many-layered thing that it was.
Iris realized that she needed him to touch her, and she couldn’t wait another second. She threw off her blazer and unzipped her dress, kicking it off after it slid to the floor. She looked back at Barry to see his wide eyes running up and down her body, taking in the sight.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered. “Just… really beautiful.”
She laughed at his genuine admiration. There was something so rewarding about being with these dorky, introverted boys. They were so stunned speechless by the sight of her, so amazed at their luck, it made her feel special, powerful, capable. “Well, just you wait Barry. I’ll need you to appreciate things in a much more direct way. I hope you’re up for it.”
Barry smiled nervously, jittery with excitement.
Iris took the opportunity to grab him around the shoulders and push him backwards onto the bed, straddling his hips. She unclasped her bra, watching the astonished look on Barry’s face as he stared at her chest. His desire was palpable, and she couldn’t wait to put him to work. She seized his hands in her own, pressing them against her breasts. “Touch them,” she ordered. “Do it hard, rub in circles.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he agreed readily. Barry didn’t hesitate, using his thumbs to rub her nipples in quick circles. His fingertips were wide and rough, and she threw her head back, sighing at how good it felt. Barry had wonderful, talented hands, and she had no idea when to move on. His ministrations just felt so good, and his gaze was so awed and reverent that she felt wholly in control of the situation, in control of him. His was an eager gaze, one that said that whatever she wanted from him was hers for the taking. And there sure was a lot to take.
She gripped his hair again, leaning in to kiss him passionately, as hard as she could, putting all the pent up energy from the way Barry touched her back into the kiss. She bit his lips, loving the way he gasped into her mouth when she did it. With the claiming pace she set, her moaning muffled against his lips, she wanted to make him feel how he was affecting her, understand how good he was doing.
Iris leaned up a bit, pulling one of his hands away from her breast, and there was a question in his eyes. Overwhelmed by need, she leaned forward, forcing her nipple into Barry’s waiting mouth. The way he sucked her was pure ecstasy, and it was hard to tell what brought her more pleasure, the movement of his lovely, warm mouth on the sensitive skin, or the sight of Barry sucking on her breast, soft and lovely and deeply intimate. When she held his cheek in her hand, feeling his suckling beneath it, she groaned, grinding down on Barry’s dick through his remaining clothing. Looking into his beautiful blue eyes only made the experience more overwhelming, there was something that felt almost blasphemous about having such a beautiful boy beneath her, doing this to her, when he himself had the eternal and untouchable loveliness of a marble statue.
She pulled her nipple out of his mouth with a pop, and quickly shoved in the other before Barry could take another breath. She gasped as he began working on her with his mouth, this breast felt even more sensitive than the last. “Barry, you’re so good, you’re doing so well,” she urged. “Just a little harder…” Iris said, grabbing his head and forcing it closer. He sucked desperately now, with an almost bruising force, and the feeling was an endorphin rush that seemed to bowl her over with intensity, and she was starting to get frustrated. They needed to move on, and Barry’s talented mouth was still the destination.
She pulled away again, shoving his head back down to the pillow. Barry panted hard, trying to catch his breath. She slid off the bed and gripped his face in her hands. “Stay still for this, okay Barry? You can do that?’
Barry stared up at her, eyes darkened with desire, clearly suspecting what she was going to do. He looked up at her through long, brown eyelashes. “Yes, ma’am.”
A rush overtook her at the words, and the deference and eagerness they implied. She could feel how wet she was, and a part of her looked forward to shoving Barry’s face into her pussy to let him lick it all off. She slid off her underwear, climbing back on the bed and positioning herself with a knee on either side of Barry’s head. Iris ran a hand through his hair, bringing her hand down to caress the side of his face. “Open your mouth. Oh, that’s perfect, there you go. Don’t move anything.”
She eased herself onto Barry’s face, adjusting his head so his mouth was perfectly positioned under her clit. She hissed as she settled down further, the pressure against her clit overwhelming when she sat on his face like this, in a way it wouldn’t be if she let him eat her out on her back. Here, she was in the perfect position to use that lovely mouth of his as she pleased.
She looked down at him, meeting his open eyes with her own. She smiled, feeling a rush of affection as she took in the sight of Barry beneath her. She worked her hands into his thick fluffy hair, using them to hold his face down and still. Iris felt the vibrations of his startled breaths on her clit, shuddering at the sensation. “I’m going to move, okay? Just be still, and let me use you.”
She lifted off his face just a bit, to give him the opportunity to respond.
“Yes, m-” he began, only to be cut off by Iris thrusting her hips down to silence him, smothering his mouth with her pussy. She rolled her hips in circles a few times before starting to move up and down, letting the lovely heat of Barry’s mouth envelop her. The perfect control of the speed and pressure of everything was incredible, and she was able to position herself just so to get just the right level of stimulation. The image of Barry’s face squeezed between her thighs was a sight to behold, especially with her hands in his hair and his gorgeous eyes, taking in the view of her out of her mind with ecstasy, using his mouth to pleasure herself. It was so good she was already imagining telling him to do this again right after it was over, because once was nowhere near enough.
She could feel her orgasm coming, almost a shame because of how good it felt to fuck Barry’s face, but also a relief to soon get to rest from the constant movement. Iris reached down to pull Barry’s hands towards her, pressing them up against her breasts in a silent demand. She loved just being able to grab Barry’s beautiful hands, put them where she wanted, and expect them to pleasure her as she deserved. It felt like the highest privilege to have him and his talents at her disposal, for at that very moment, it was like he existed to please. Beautiful, he was so beautiful and so incredibly good. His fingers got to work on her nipples, rolling them in time with the movements of his tongue. She focused on the sensation she felt in all the places Barry touched her, feeling the pleasure build up and explode inside her as she finished with his face squeezed tight between her thighs. She screamed, overwhelmed by the aftershocks of it for seconds longer, seemingly extended by the way Barry kept his mouth moving through her orgasm. God, he was perfect. When it became too much, she moved down off his face to sit on his broad chest, and felt yet another bolt of desire flash through her at the obscene sight of his face covered in her wetness. Despite that, he still looked like he was glowing, with his smile satisfied and thankful, looking like he’s just received some incredible gift. Well, Iris thought, she supposed that was exactly what he had received. Barry certainly was remarkable. He looked amazing, with his hair a complete mess from where her fingers had gripped it, and his eyes shining brightly even in the low light of the room. Iris was completely surrounded by his sweet scent, somehow even stronger and sweeter than before.
She stroked Barry’s fluffy hair, smiling down at his perfect face. “You did so good,” she told him. She was brimming with enthusiasm, pleased at just how perfect he was at doing what he was told. “You’re so, so perfect, Barry. So good, that you’ll need to do it again.”
Barry nodded readily, looking excited. “Yeah, of course… right now?”
She grinned, moving off of him to lie down on the bed next to him. Even though she had just gotten off, she immediately wanted more. Just being around him turned her on, everything about his appearance to his taste, his scent, his enthusiasm, his wonder. It was enchanting, addicting, and with such an infinite source of beauty in front of her, it was hard to believe that she could ever be satisfied. “Right now. I think I deserve just a bit more from you. Before you get anything from me, that is. Move to the foot of the bed?”
He shuffled down, kneeling on the bed between her feet. He looked incredible, with the flush rising beneath his pale skin, his suggestively disheveled hair, and the soft admiring gaze of his pretty eyes. She spread her legs, watching as Barry’s gaze traveled lower. He let out a quiet sigh.
She reached out to stroke his face, reveling in the warmth and softness. “Get to it, then.”
Barry crawled towards her, ducking his head to kiss the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs. He looked so beautiful doing it, and the sight of him kissing her there made her throb with need. Iris reached out to grip his hair, shoving his face between her legs, where it belonged. She gasped at the sudden onslaught of pleasure as he immediately began to move on her with his mouth, so much more overpowering now that she was so much more sensitive from her first orgasm. She wrapped her legs around him, crushing Barry’s head between her thighs. He nuzzled into her further, working quickly with his tongue, and she arched her back, gripping Barry’s arms, nails digging into his skin.
She held his head as firmly as she could, fucking his perfect, willing face, bringing herself closer and closer. The occasional glimpse of his dazzling eyes only made her moan louder, the view of him was amazing. She’d thought the sight of Barry giving a speech in his dark formal clothes had been true beauty, but this was something else entirely. A new, heretofore unknown kind of beauty, Barry totally surrounded by her, held still, trying so hard to satisfy her. She wanted to experience him in every way possible, to know every layer of his unimaginable beauty that there was to see.
She was drowning in the euphoria of it, bringing his hand to her breast while hardly thinking about what she was doing, burning from the height of sensation she felt. She gave up on her movements, letting Barry finish her off himself as she writhed on the bedsheets, gripping his upper arms tightly. Whenever she thought she was gripping him as tight as she could, her pleasure crested higher and higher, building up further, and she somehow held Barry even tighter in her grip. When she came, she threw her head back in a moan, pulling Barry’s head off at just the right moment, wrapping her thighs tight around his head. It was a beautiful view, made even better at the sight of Barry’s exalted smile.
When Iris had calmed down, she pulled Barry up towards her and hugged him close, burying her face in his fragrant neck. He was soft and beautiful, and every place where her skin touched his was alight. He was incredibly warm and huggable, his chest rising and falling quickly.
Iris tilted her head up to kiss his jaw, reaching to clutch his shoulder in her hand. “You have a really, really nice mouth,” she sighed.
Barry chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist. His hold was safe and comforting. It felt right. “It’s yours whenever you want it.”
She thought about what to do next. Surely, Barry deserved a reward for being so, so good? It would certainly be appealing to watch him out of his mind with pleasure, to kiss him when he already could hardly breathe.
She latched onto his neck, sucking more bruises into his delicate skin. He was so pale and so breakable, with just the lightest suction capable of breaking the blood vessels under his skin. Just a few small bites, a few kisses, and he would look positively ravished. Iris wondered what Barry would look like if she let herself kiss his neck with total abandon. Probably like he was mauled by a bear. Such was the experience of dating someone so beautiful, she thought. Beauty is a fragile balance, after all. But Barry was positively drawable no matter what he looked like.
She pulled herself on top of him, clutching his head in her hands. She shoved his head down, one cheek to the pillow, kissing all over his ear, under and behind it. Iris kissed the sensitive spots behind his neck, where his neck met his lower jaw, where his neck met his shoulder, taking pleasure in the lovely sounds he made as she did so, the way Barry gasped and shuddered and exhaled as though it was forced out of him.
Barry’s head was shoved to the other side, and she bit down hard on his earlobe, relishing his soft, surprised sounds. The taste of him, the feeling of his skin between her teeth, it gave her this rush, made her feel real. She yanked his face back up to kiss her, and here she kissed him hard and slow, sucking his lower lip into her mouth.
When she pulled back, Barry was gasping for breath. “You were so perfect for me, Barry,” she said, starting to kiss a line down his chest. “I think you deserve something for being so good, don’t you? A reward.”
She bit him hard, just above his pelvic bone, quickly covering the area with soft kisses. His whole body jerked in response. Iris looked up at him expectantly. “Don’t you?”
Barry blinked, flustered. “Yes. Yes ma’am, I deserve a reward.”
“You do!” she gushed. “You were just amazing. Did everything I asked.” Iris unbuttoned his pants, sliding them off his legs with his underwear. Barry was incredibly slim, with a long, lean body. His body was enchantingly lissome, it was graceful in stillness and held the same artistic draw as his exquisitely formed face. In her head, she imagined a sketch of his body, the lines demarcating the ratio between his shoulders and waist, between his thighs and calves and arms. The sharp lines of his hips like the lines of his collarbone, the shadow of his ribs pressing out against his skin. He was something that belonged on a pedestal surrounded by an appraising crowd, not in her bed. It almost felt like a crime to have him all to herself. Almost.
“What is it that you need?” she asked, teasing. She knelt above him, rubbing the head of his cock in shallow circles against her clit. Just another way his beautiful body could get her off. She breathed slowly, trying to concentrate on her words. “Is there something that you want?” She let a taunting lilt creep into her voice. She was going to do what he wanted regardless, but she just wanted to hear that deep, pleasant voice ask for it.
“I want--” Barry broke off with a startled gasp as she rolled her hips, grinding the length of him against her pussy-- “I want you to go down on me.”
Iris smiled, gripping his dick harder in her hand, dragging it up and down slowly over her clit. “Oh? Maybe you should ask nicely.”
“Please,” Barry whispered hoarsely, squirming underneath her. “ Please go down on me.”
Iris moved down, positioning herself between Barry’s legs. She pushed his thighs apart, resting her palms on his narrow hips. “What was that?” she asked, smirking up at him, her mouth an inch from his cock.
He spoke louder this time. “Please suck me, ma'am?” His face burned red at the words, but he looked painfully hard.
She felt a rush of wetness between her legs. Gosh, he was cute. She couldn’t resist drawing it out more, drawing the tip of his cock into her mouth and enjoying his soft gasp when she did. She slowly took more of it into her mouth, laving at the underside with her tongue, swirling it around the tip, bobbing her head up and down while keeping a firm grip on the remaining length with her hand. He tasted like salt and sweat, the intense dessert smell even stronger here. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of Barry’s face, contorted in pleasure, eyes fluttered shut, breaths coming sharp and fast and irregular. Iris gripped his hips tighter, shoving them down against his aborted thrusts upward, keeping him still as she moved. She pressed a knee to his calf, reaching one hand up to pull one of his hands to her nipple, where he started rubbing in circles without a word. It was a harsh cycle of pleasure, as he rubbed harder and faster as he inched closer to finishing, and she would moan louder around his cock, the vibrations only bringing him closer and spurring him to pinch her nipple between his fingers with almost painful precision.
When Barry finally came, his dick was so far back in her mouth she didn’t taste it, only felt it twitch, the weight heavy on her tongue. She kept her eyes fixed to his face as he heaved his breaths like he couldn’t find enough air, feeling pride well up in her chest with the knowledge that she did that. With his new sensitivity, she relished the overwhelmed sounds he made when she sucked on him softly.
She pressed more kisses to his thighs, his hips, his chest. He seemed rubbed raw, exhausted, his skin glowing with a soft yet rosy pallor, his ruffled hair and bitten neck making him look like an attractively debauched boy on the cover of a bodice ripper. Did they make femdom bodice rippers? If they didn’t, then they should probably get on that right away. Iris would read them.
When she cuddled up to him, throwing an arm across his shoulders and pressing soft kisses to his cheekbone, she let him have a few moments to calm down and slow his breathing, for he seemed too affected to speak.
“That… was amazing,” Barry breathed, finally, sounding so perfectly huggable. Iris was already hugging him, so she reacted by hugging him tighter. “You’re really… wow.”
Iris smiled, brushing a hand across his cheek, bringing her thumb to rest under his eye. “Don’t rest just yet, beautiful.” She took his hand and pressed it once again to her chest. She raised an accusatory eyebrow. “I never told you to stop.”
Barry just smiled, and happily continued to touch her, like the perfect boy he was.
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“Hey Barry, do you think you’ll come to another MUN conference?” Iris said, turning to him in bed. She traced a careful finger down the middle of his chest.
“Sure, maybe if you come to the next debate tournament,” Barry huffed.
“I’m probably already qualified for state. And it’s two hours away.”
“But, you could see me!” Barry insisted, looking genuinely unbothered.
Iris giggled. “I can see you lots of times. I see you at school every day. It’s like… a date every day, practically.”
“I guess I’ll have to deal with it. It might be worth it, to have such a beautiful girlfriend.” Barry pretended to look resigned, but few things could hide that loving smile he always had.
“It is.” She smiled back at him, pulling him close for a kiss. He tasted of the same bright, tangy sweetness he always did after sex. “I love you, Barry.”
“I love you, too.”