birthday confessions

‘I’m not a big fan of Arno, but since he’s the birthday boy, I’ll make an exception 😏 I’ll ask him if he would like to pose for me, whether he chooses yes or no is up to him. If he chooses yes, I would ask him to strip for me and lay on one of the couches that happens to be around. After an hour or so, I show him the picture and tell him to keep it, as a birthday gift. He just smiles, places a kiss on my cheek and leaves, still buck naked as the day he was born. Enjoy ladies 😉’

Confession [@thepandadrawer]
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To Arno’s birthday… Well, I will show him my new “abilities” in bed ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ) (it’s called ‘pompoarism’)

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You feel Arno’s soft touch on your skin, his warm breath tickling your neck as you sit upon his lap with a gentle smile. He only hums, tracing a simple pattern on your back, eyes soft and questioning as you cup his face.

“Look who’s getting older today,” you whisper before pressing a kiss to his temple.

Arno rolls his eyes up, smirking at your teasing. “I knew Madame Gouze would tell you.”

“She did, indeed,” you chuckle, hand pulling his hair free, “and nothing better than spoiling the birthday boy, I’d say. Don’t you agree, mon chér?”

He gives an approving groan, eyes glinting in the dimly lit bedroom. Arno leans back into the pillows with the grace of a large cat. “Oh?” he feigns innocence. “I can’t even begin to imagine what you’re talking about…”

Huffing in mocking annoyance, you bend over just enough to catch his lips between yours in a loving kiss, pulling away when the assassin tries to change into a more demanding and hungry one. Arno moans in annoyance, frowning when he catches your eyes with his chocolaty ones, a silent question in his gaze.

“Let’s make this,” you trace the line of Arno’s pouty lips, “last. I have a few ideas…” You press your thumb on his bottom lip. “And I feel like trying every last one of them.” You smile devilishly when the assassin opens his mouth to bite your finger playfully with a chuckle of his own. “That is, if you can keep up.”

Arno leans back once more, basking under the naughty attention as he outstretches his arm for you with a broken moan. “Venez ici (Come here),” he changes to French, hips starting to push against yours with every movement. You give in happily, moaning at the feeling of his lithe body embracing yours completely and before you can process what is happening, Arno changes position in bed to lay between your legs as he presses his own body against yours to keep you from escaping.

You call for him when Arno pushes in, pressing his weight onto you with an aching moan as you pull his face close to yours, legs locking together as he sets for a sweet and rocking pace. “Bon anniversaire,” you whisper to him as he pushes your hair back from your face and kisses your lips with the hints of a smile.

Confession [@thefangirl-that-waited]

‘For Arno’s birthday, I do a little striptease for him – but true to his nature, he smirks and pretends not to be at all impressed by my little performance. When my teasing and flirtations seem to have no effect, I pout and sulk and try to walk away, but Arno seizes my wrist and pulls me into his lap. “Don’t misunderstand, cherie,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl as he begins undoing the cords of my corset, his dark eyes never leaving mine. “I can’t let you do all the work now, can I?”’