"Hey," Lyra says, a bit breathlessly. It's been a while since she's seen Petrel in person, but she's still been calling the Team Rocket member each chance she's gotten.
"'Hey?' Is that all?" Petrel asks, chuckling to himself. "Quite the greeting there, huh? Too horny to think of anything else?"
Honestly, Lyra isn't sure how he manages to find some way to tease her for nearly everything she says or does, but it is always enough to do a number on her. Right now, with the way he's chuckling to himself over her, Lyra feels that familiar heat welling up within her already. She's still surprised at just how much she loves the things they do, and how easily she's falling into this whole relationship with Petrel. Though, it's such a casual thing, she's not really sure she should think of it like that.
"You told me to call you the next chance I got," Lyra whines, and Petrel laughs just a bit more.
"Well, yeah, sure. I like talking to you, you know. It's a lot of fun, and I know you feel the same way," Petrel says, hinting to just how often the girl has been calling him. It's cute, knowing Lyra looks forward to calling him almost every night, using him to get off before she heads off to sleep. "Where are you right now, anyway?"
"Ecruteak," Lyra answers, without a thought.
"No way, really? Me too," Petrel answers, and Lyra feels her heart racing. It's been a while since the two met up in person, Goldenrod was the last time, and she can't help blurting out what she wants most.
"Did you want to meet up?" she asks, and Petrel is not a bit surprised.
"I wouldn't have mentioned it if I didn't," he replies, and Lyra hears that now familiar laugh from the other side of the phone. "So, where at?"
~X~
"Cute as ever," Petrel comments, as soon as he opens the door to his room. Team Rocket might not be on the best of footings right now, but he's still managed to get himself a decent enough room for the night. He could have stayed at their hideout, not too far from town, but that wouldn't exactly work for a meetup with the girl who's supposed to be staying out of his way, now, would it? No, this is far better. Keeps Lyra from seeing things she shouldn't, and lets him keep this whole thing a secret, too.
"Hush," Lyra replies, but her blush betrays just how much the comment thrills her. Her heart is racing as she enters his room, marvelling at just how much she enjoys being around him. Perhaps it's all the late night phone calls, all the times she's gotten off to his voice and wished she could be closer, but she finds herself thrilled to be in his presence.
"I'm pretty bad at that, actually," Petrel responds.
"I've figured that out," Lyra shakes her head, knowing just how much he can prattle on.
"Oh, please, you've never complained on the phone, when I'm guiding you through things…" Petrel says, and Lyra's blush deepens. She knows he's going to just keep teasing her unless she does something about it, and she's already come to this little meeting prepared.
Petrel has hinted at this sort of thing plenty of times over the phone, telling Lyra how much he'd love to have her pretty little lips wrapped around his cock, but the last thing he expects is for the girl to go right for it. She approaches him, eyes full of determination, and drops to her knees.
Before he can think of something witty to say, she's reaching up and freeing his cock. Petrel can hardly keep up, and has to admit he's quite fond of this side of Lyra. He didn't expect her to be a take charge type, and while he doesn't know just how nervous she is, just how much her heart is racing, he wonders if he has perhaps misjudged the girl.
"Wow, someone's been paying attention," he comments, finally. Lyra only blushes, gazing up at him as she takes his cock in hand.
"Someone hasn't shut up about this, either," Lyra answers, and Petrel can only laugh.
"Well, you've got me there," the man says, but Lyra doesn't bother answering. She only leans in, pressing her lips to the tip of his cock. Something about her doing this, so innocent looking in those pigtails and that hat… it adds to the thrill of it, and Petrel can't help gasping out as Lyra's lips make contact. "Ah, fuck, that's…"
Lyra is encouraged by hearing him lose his cool a bit, and pushes on. She begins bobbing her head up and down his length, keeping her eyes locked on his all the while. The intensity there is something Petrel could easily get lost in. He finds it hard to believe that she's gotten so into this simply from hearing him talk about it on the phone, but then again, he has been pretty detailed.
In truth, this feels even better than his fantasies. Lyra might be a bit clumsy, but she's learning fast. The girl is watching him closely as she sucks him off, finding what he likes the best and doing her best to focus on that. Finally, Petrel finds he doesn't really have a whole lot to say. There's really no way he can tease her when he's hardly able to think straight, hardly able to focus on anything but the pleasure Lyra offers him.
She just stares up at him expectantly, watching, and soon, he finds it impossible to resist reaching down. He pats her on the head, praising her as she sucks him off.
"That's a good girl, you're doing great," he murmurs, and he can see Lyra smile even with his cock in her mouth. It's quite the sight, and he finds himself wanting more. Something about this girl drives him wild, and he knows he's never going to get his fill of her. Petrel loves to praise her like this. He knows it's just as good as teasing her, at this point.
Somehow, being praised by the likes of him might as well be teasing, and that's part of what makes it so fun. Even Lyra can tell Petrel is a bit of a sleaze, and she's shocked by just how much she adores that about him. How much it turns her on, how much it drives her mad and keeps her coming back for more. She never would have thought that was her type of man, but it certainly seems to be the case, doesn't it?
"Oh, fuck, that's right, just like that, Lyra," Petrel urges her on, and she begins working her way further down, taking him deeper, and deeper, until he finally pulls back. "Alright, alright, as much as I want to ruin that cute face of yours I think I want to save it."
"I did good, though?" Lyra asks, gazing up at him expectantly.
"I wouldn't be pulling back so soon if you hadn't, you know?" Petrel answers, and the girl beams. He crosses to the hotel bed, taking a seat and beckoning her over. "But let's move things along, huh? Something we can both enjoy, a reward for you doing so good!"
Lyra rises to her feet, following after him. Petrel is seated and pats his lap, showing Lyra just what to do. It's not the first time they've done this, and Petrel knows just how crazy it drives her when he has :Lyra on his lap like this. He can do so much to tease her, to push her further and further, and he can't wait to watch her unravel. For now, however, she just stands before him.
He reaches up, helping her out of her cute little overalls. It's so cute seeing her dress like that, even when she's coming to meet up with Petrel in the hopes that he'll fuck her brains out.
There's just something so innocent to it, so charming, and he loves every part of that. It doesn't take long to have her stripped down, however. Standing before him completely naked, Petrel admires her body. It's not the first time he's taken the chance to just stare at her, to look her up and down and take in just how cute she is.
Sexy isn't really a word that would suit Lyra, even completely naked. There's just something so young and innocent to her, almost spritely, and it keeps Petrel coming back. He can't get enough, and he loves the idea that he's somehow corrupting that innocence. Taking it from her and molding her into something else, bit by bit. It's not that deep, of course, he's just offering her some fun and is good enough that she keeps coming back, but he's always been a theatrical man and it's nice to be a bit lost in a flight of fancy, is it not?
He is grounded back to reality once Lyra climbs onto his lap, however. He has to act, he has to take charge and guide her. It's an easy matter for him to line his cock up with her entrance once she's settling down onto him, and he groans as he slides inside of her. It's just his tip at first, as Lyra takes her time in going the rest of the way. She settles onto him slowly, doing her best to adjust to him. He's not massive or anything, but he's not small either. It doesn't much matter with Lyra, however, and the girl is soon crying out as she does her best to take his cock.
She's a trooper, something Petrel finds himself very proud of her for, and she is soon keeping a steady rhythm. Bouncing on his cock, moaning as the sensation of him slamming home again and again fills her mind.
"That's my good girl, doing such a good job," Petrel compliments her, savoring the way she gasps out for him. Of course, he has to do more for her. He has to keep pushing her, knowing it will make things feel that much better for him. He reaches up, letting his hands drift toward her developing breasts. It's an easy matter for him to cup them, squeezing lightly as he tries to coax her to hardness. Lyra already knows his target, that he's going for one of her greatest weaknesses, and she can't help trembling at the thought as she tries her best to keep moving. To keep bouncing on Petrel's cock.
By the time he's rolling his fingers over her nipples, teasing her and pushing the limits of her sensitive body, it's all Lyra can do to keep a semi steady rhythm. It's getting harder by the second as the girl is overwhelmed by the feelings flooding through her body. She feels so warm, like the room they're sharing for the night is on fire all around them, and she knows she can't take this.
Not for long, at least. She wants this to last forever, to indulge herself in the heaven that Petrel offers her for hours to come, but she knows her body can only take so much. Hers, and his. It's a wonder he hasn't given in yet, considering how close he was before he pulled out of Lyra's mouth. But Petrel is doing his best to cling to sanity, even with the incredible pussy that rides his cock, driving him mad.
"Fuck, Lyra," he murmurs, knowing he can't take much more. "This is too good, too much."
"I love it, I can't get enough!" Lyra cries out, tipping her head back. She might not be able to, but it would seem her body has reached its limit. Between his cock sliding in and out of her, and her breasts being toyed with, the poor girl can only take so much. She comes, sinking down onto Petrel one last time.
The way she pulses around him, tightening up and losing all semblance of control, is what finally pushes Petrel over the edge as well. He comes, letting his seed spill inside of Lyra without a thought.
"Ah, fuck, that's a lot better," Petrel mumbles, and Lyra nuzzles up against him.
"Better, huh? So I guess you were horny and wanting to meet up, too?" Lyra asks, teasing him back. Petrel didn't expect that, and he can't help but chuckle.
"Well, yeah, I guess you got me there," he says, shaking his head.