Kaidy opens the door just as Martin cries out, and - tray or no tray - is through and closing it about as quickly as she's ever moved in her life. (Just because she's always rather fancied the idea of showing him off doesn't mean Martin - or for that matter, Izzy - shouldn't get a say in the matter first...)
She just about remembers to put their breakfast down on a side table without dropping anything, before sprawling like a king into a chair to... well. Watch the show.
Unsurprisingly, neither of the two on the bed have noticed her yet -- Well. Izzy might; Martin is quite clearly in another place entirely. She toes off her shoes and socks, hungry eyes not leaving them, her hands sliding down her body and sneaking into her pants... Mmm. Yes. Yes. Oh, well done, Izzy.
And then Izzy wraps his lips around Martin's cock, and Martin has to drag one hand out of Izzy's hair to fling an arm across his face and muffle the frantic sounds he's making. Izzy takes his mouth away a few moments later, and Martin lets out a barely stifled whimper at this sudden denial.
"Hands off your face, you," Izzy orders him, voice low and rumbling and heated. "If you want it, I want to hear you beg for it."
"He does make pretty noises, doesn't he?" Kaidy agrees, and this time she does move to the bed, picking up the bottle of lotion from the bedside table. "I keep telling him, but he never believes me."
She pulls her other hand from her trousers in order to caress slowly across Izzy's broad shoulders; he shudders as she finds a sensitive knot of scar tissue and rubs.
"You heard the man, Red. Hands off your face or he'll keep that clever mouth of his away."
Re: Scene 1: Quite Early One Morning
Kaidy opens the door just as Martin cries out, and - tray or no tray - is through and closing it about as quickly as she's ever moved in her life. (Just because she's always rather fancied the idea of showing him off doesn't mean Martin - or for that matter, Izzy - shouldn't get a say in the matter first...)
She just about remembers to put their breakfast down on a side table without dropping anything, before sprawling like a king into a chair to... well. Watch the show.
Unsurprisingly, neither of the two on the bed have noticed her yet -- Well. Izzy might; Martin is quite clearly in another place entirely. She toes off her shoes and socks, hungry eyes not leaving them, her hands sliding down her body and sneaking into her pants... Mmm. Yes. Yes. Oh, well done, Izzy.
And then Izzy wraps his lips around Martin's cock, and Martin has to drag one hand out of Izzy's hair to fling an arm across his face and muffle the frantic sounds he's making. Izzy takes his mouth away a few moments later, and Martin lets out a barely stifled whimper at this sudden denial.
"Hands off your face, you," Izzy orders him, voice low and rumbling and heated. "If you want it, I want to hear you beg for it."
"He does make pretty noises, doesn't he?" Kaidy agrees, and this time she does move to the bed, picking up the bottle of lotion from the bedside table. "I keep telling him, but he never believes me."
She pulls her other hand from her trousers in order to caress slowly across Izzy's broad shoulders; he shudders as she finds a sensitive knot of scar tissue and rubs.
"You heard the man, Red. Hands off your face or he'll keep that clever mouth of his away."