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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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[They are still gripped with the intent to restrain. Testing won't be enough to free herself.

But it will be enough to earn a laugh into the kiss. Intensity pulls away to place a chaste kiss to her jaw, whispering against her skin]

Come now.

I'm not going to make it that easy for you. Besides.

You'd be enjoying this so much more if you'd stop fussing.

[rollplayinghouse]

[hums a little at the lips on her skin, and flexes her arms again]

Why is it that you always think I'm fussing? I'm just not going to make it that easy for you, either.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

And why's that?

Have my previous performances been something less than satisfactory?

[rollplayinghouse]

Never.

But you don't like it as much if it's easy, right?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I'd like it much better if we were on the bed. Unless you're that fond of the glass.

[rollplayinghouse]

So take us to bed, then.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[There's a pause as he considers this. Is this a trap? Could certainly be.

But another moment of deliberation, and he slides his hands from her wrists and down the length of her back.

Your move, Maki]

[rollplayinghouse]

[She doesn't do anything but move her arms to wrap around his shoulders and shift her weight so she's sitting on his hips rather than braced against the glass. Rather than untangle her legs from behind him she appears to intend to be carried.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Well then.

Carried she will be.

Almost all the way to the bed before he very unceremoniously tries to toss her on top of it. (Though considering her position and the straps, who knows if that isn't going to send him toppling as well.)]

[rollplayinghouse]

[In fact she does not seem interested in being separated from him, so while she sprawls back when tossed she definitely tugs him down on top of her, hands gripping his shirt and the strap taut at his back again when she withdraws her legs.]

You could have just come to the bed to start with.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

And give you that for free.

Never.

[A smug grin even as he's tugged down. He rests his forearms on either side of her head to not put his full noodley weight on her. And also pointedly squirms against the strap in an attempt to remove it.

Can this come off now?]

[rollplayinghouse]

[It's more wrapped around her legs than him, but once he's successfully on top of her she unwinds it from her ankles and kicks one end free regardless]

Have my previous performances been something less than satisfactory?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Well I don't see any of those stupid whips around. So there shouldn't be any problems.

[And since she is conveniently naked, he can already begin working a trail of chaste kisses down her neck and across her collarbone. The intent to tease more than anything else]

[rollplayinghouse]

[The brush of his lips makes her inhale sharply despite the gentleness of it, her skin already very sensitive.

But she also blinks, that comment holding her attention, because that sure was a while ago]

...Was that that much of a problem...? I was just trying it. Since... you seemed to like knives, and—other things.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Huffs. Disgruntled.

Why is there talking when other things could be happening?]

Yes. It was a problem.

Was my flinging it across the room somehow ambiguous?

[rollplayinghouse]

[This is a good question she would also like to know the answer to.]

...No, I got that. But it's not like I knew it was over the line was ahead of time. And I didn't really want to do it in the first place, so I wasn't planning on ever doing it again. Was that ambiguous?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Just sighs]

Why are you picking a fight with me?

[rollplayinghouse]

I don't want to fight! I want to have sex! But it's not fun when you're clearly twitchy and worried I'm going to do something!

Why did you even bring that up? Why did you act like I was planning something other than getting you in bed? Why did you stop me from touching you and hold me at literal arm's length?

1/2

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Just looks at her so utterly confused. Like he doesn't know how to answer her questions. Because he doesn't.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Then stop complaining if we both want the same thing!

[And he's going to try to kiss her to prevent any more annoying questions]

[rollplayinghouse]

[She is not really sure that resolves anything.

But she does very much want to have sex, and he's wearing far too many clothes, so she starts to tug at the fastenings of his jacket as she kisses back with hopefully enough passion to express that.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He mutters something unintelligible around the kiss. Or what I guess can be called or a kiss. Or could also be called Intensity trying to dominate every inch of Maki's mouth with his own.

Yes, yes. Dear. He gets the picture.

And he arches his back, trying to pull the jacket off while still staying liplocked the whole time]

[rollplayinghouse]

[Presumably his clothes have an opening for his wings and this is not an entirely fruitless endeavor.

Because Maki certainly does not appear to be interested in breaking the kiss to make this easier, holding him close by his shirt even as she tries to help push the jacket off his shoulders without looking properly.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Dream logic states that even if impractical or maybe even illogical, the jacket comes off. But Intensity being Intensity, he still has at least a layer of clothes to work through.

She, on the other hand, is still very naked which means Intensity's hands can now wander to the warm skin of her breast, her stomach, and her sides uninterrupted.

If she wants to level the rest of the playing field, that's on her]

[rollplayinghouse]

[She certainly isn't going to do it immediately. His hands on her skin are thoroughly distracting, and she makes a noise low in her throat as she arches up against him, her hands not doing anything but continuing to grip his shirt so he can't move away.]