dreampost: even more after dark edition

[wotanon]

[ shit's going to be sexy in here.

please list what you're open or not open to somewhere in your toplevel pls and thank ]

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[puzzlekeeper]

[ He keeps working her until it's clear she's had enough, but only that hand falls away. The other keeps its hold on her thigh to feel every quake.

His mouth leaves her skin so that he can pull back enough to watch. ]

Beautiful.

[rollplayinghouse]

[She's thoroughly flushed with pleasure, chest rising and falling quickly, and even after the tremors through her body subside it takes her a second to focus and notice him looking at her.

Even still, hearing that makes her feel hotter, face burning and warmth crawling down her chest.]

You're—ridiculous.

[And she loosens her hands, finally, eyes flicking to the scratches her claws left and fingertips skimming over them lightly.]

[puzzlekeeper]

I know.

[ He looks - and sounds - very smug with himself, even if his own face is slightly flushed, his skin shivering at the light touches on those raw spots. ]

That's why you like me.

[ He knows her type. ]

[rollplayinghouse]

It is.

[She's not going to deny it. It may have been said with affection to start with.

And her touch slides back to his hips, across the curve of his pelvic bone and down the bend of his thigh.]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He laughs, a little breathy, and tries to keep his heretofore elegant balance.

Which is hard when he shudders at her touch like that. ]

I expected you to be more embarrassed about it.

[rollplayinghouse]

You expect me to be more embarrassed about admitting I like you when we're like this?

[Huffs a small laugh of her own.

And then she hooks her leg around his and flips them again so she's on top, and looks down at him appraisingly.]

You're very pretty yourself.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He's very easy to to flip, especially since he doesn't do anything to fight it. He just hits the mattress with an amused huff.

And here's one of the key ways he and Intensity differ: he just smirks up at her instead of flustering. ]

I know.

[rollplayinghouse]

['Fluster' is not really QUITE Intensity's usual reaction.]

Smug.

[She moves her hand the rest of the way to touch his dick, fingers curled lightly so her claws don't make contact.]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Apparently he's saving all the fluster for King, then.

Also, thank you for the lack of claws.

He arches up into that touch, one hand digging into the bed while the other lands somewhere on her arm, holding on tight. And the smugness does not abate. ]

That- ah - that too.

[rollplayinghouse]

[She strokes her fingers over him gently—very gently, barely in contact.

There's more pressure exerted by her tongue as she leans down to press her mouth against the high point of the scratches over his ribs.]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He shifts, but the movement quickly goes from pleased to frustrated. ]

What?

[ His breath hitches at the press of her tongue. ]

Feeling shy?

[rollplayinghouse]

Maybe I just want to tease you a little.

[Said against his skin, before she drags her tongue lower. Her hand at least fully encircles his shaft, now, but her touch is still light.]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Rude. Cruel, even.

He presses into that hand, fingers curling against her arm hard enough to leave crescent marks in their wake. ]

And after I treated you so nicely... I see how it is.

[rollplayinghouse]

You've teased me plenty.

[Her mouth moves down to a spot just above his hip, and she strokes him softly while she sucks his skin hard, working a hickey into his skin beside the scratches.]

[puzzlekeeper]

Is that- ah!

[ Please hold. He has to squirm. ]

- A complaint?

[rollplayinghouse]

[She shifts away just long enough to answer.]

Not while I've got you like this.

[Then she runs her tongue over the raw spot as she strokes him a few more times.]