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PT.2

[Credits to Endramation]
Skeppy rings on her doorbell. She doesn't answer so he tries to call her, and she answers saying "What do you want?!"
Skeppy: "Look, I'm so sorry. You were being really annoying and I know I hurt you. I know I've made a mistake and I hope you can forgive me."
Astelic can be heard taking a long sigh. Alright then.. Come inside, let's talk about this.
Skeppy was so happy to get another chance, so he comes inside and sits next to her on the couch.
Astelic: "I'm sorry that I annoyed you, but still it hurt what you said."
"Yes, i know....."
Astelic grabbed onto Skeppy's shoulder, and reeled him in for a long hug and kiss. She was so happy that they had made up.
After about a moment of fairly innocent hugging and kissing, Astelic seperates herself from Skeppy. He looks up at her with a puzzled expression, shifting to move closer, before she pounces. Sliding herself smoothly into his lap, her hands find their way to his shoulders. Astelic: "We can make it up to each other, right?" She speaks in an almost teasing manner, and Skeppy's first reaction is to grip loosely at her hips, and pull her in closer. They're inches from each other now, and Astelic can feel the soft puffs of breath leaking from Skeppy's mouth. When she closes the gap, it's an almost instant battle for dominance. Skeppy is gripping tighter at her hips, trying to shift her around on his lap, while her arms are curling around his shoulders, fingers lacing into his hair. He really needed a haircut. Astelic: "You're cute." She mumbles against his lips, one hand dropping from his hair to push his hands away, rolling her hips down onto his lap on her own. He shudders, breath hitching as he succumbs to her motions, thighs spreading slightly under her as he, in turn, grinds upwards, a low groan leaving his throat when her smooth tongue plunges into his mouth, exploring his mouth in an almost hungry manner. Astelic's fingers tighten in Skeppy's hair after only a few spare moments of intimate contact, using her grip on his hair to tug him away, leaning back in Skeppy's lap as she continued to move on his lap, hips moving in tight, little circles and savoring the breathy noises that lift from his mouth like puffs of smoke. Skeppy: "Astelic..." He bites his tongue, trying to lean in and capture her lips again, only to be held in place. Skeppy: "Come on, just let me..." He groans, eyebrows cinching together as her free hand travels down, cupping him through his pants and pressing the heel of her palm against his clothed dick. [placeholder for some more dialogue prolly lol i just auguhughgu im only good at writing pwp fuckck] Shifting backwards on Skeppy's lap, Astelic slides her other hand down, hands dipping beneath the waistband of his pants, tugging them down his thighs. He hisses out a low breath.