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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[rollplayinghouse]

Ah.

[remembering the time she Nightmare Visioned him...]

I don't need to, but...

[eatsthecanary]

[ . )

he moves his hand to hers, trying to cup it to guide her fingers under the bandages ]

Is that a no?

[rollplayinghouse]

...It's not a no.

[She still isn't entirely sure she wants to, but she takes the encouragement to try to tug the bandages up anyway.]

[eatsthecanary]

[ the actual area around the eye itself is pretty unexciting -- it must have been a pretty direct shot, as the eyelid itself isn't scarred any. but when he opens the lid the dark, scarred inner tissue shows, the empty socket where the eyeball was removed. ]

[rollplayinghouse]

[Maki isn't squeamish, but neither does she spend a lot of time inspecting major wounds from an intimate distance, so she runs her thumb along his collarbone as she takes a moment to inspect the empty socket curiously.]

Are you going to replace it?

[eatsthecanary]

I haven't tried yet.

[ Whisky seems unbothered by the inspection, moving his own hands down to brush calloused fingers down the lines of the scars on her chest ]

[rollplayinghouse]

[Her breath catches lightly and she shifts into the touch.]

Mm... Intensity can do mechanical eyes with extra features, if you're interested in that sort of thing.

[eatsthecanary]

I remember. Aries almost bought a hand off him.

[rollplayinghouse]

...It has its advantages and disadvantages. But I'm sure you can imagine.

[She sides her hand up to pull his bandages completely off his head and discard them to the side, and then returns to run her fingers over his cat ears.]

[eatsthecanary]

[ he hums, low and rumbling like a purr, head tilting towards the contact. ]

I can. I might try a real eye, first.

[ murmuring, fingertips now brushing over a nipple before he pinches, experimentally. ]

[rollplayinghouse]

[Her skin is already warm and sensitive, and even at the brush she twitches. When he pinches, she gasps sharply, nails digging into his scalp at the base of his ears.

Were they having a conversation?]

[eatsthecanary]

[ he laughs - - ]

Sensitive?

[ he asks, as if he can even talk when the nails digging into his scalp has him arching forward with a catlike rumble of approval. he pinches again, his other hand skimming her belly, down towards her legs. ]

[rollplayinghouse]

Right now, ye—ah.

[Her sentence ends in a short needy noise. And she shifts towards him, knees splaying slightly as she rises to mouth the edge of his jaw.]

[eatsthecanary]

[ he tips his head to the side some, allowing for more access, with an amused hum. his fingers spread and he squeezes her breast, feeling the weight in his fingers, while his other hand drags claws against her inner thigh. ]

Only now?

[rollplayinghouse]

[The muscles of her thigh twitch under his touch, and she squirms a little closer still, other hand settling on his shoulder for stability.]

Just... especially now.

[She drags her tongue over the scars on his cheeks, switches to skimming teeth lightly down his jawline, and then pauses, breath coming shallow and hot against his neck.]

I want...

[She trails off, not entirely sure what she wants to say.]

[eatsthecanary]

[ he doesn't bother retracting his claws, considering she doesn't seem to mind them. a few of their points dig a bit in her upper thigh, not to the point of bleeding but enough to leave little marks.

his own breath is picking up at the teeth against his jaw - - his expression is largely impassive as ever, but the light flush on his cheeks shows he's enjoying that too. ]

Want...?

[ curious, his fingers raking further up her thigh until they can dip between her legs. ]

[rollplayinghouse]

[She is wet between her legs, and another skim of her teeth along his neck becomes a sharper bite at the brush of his fingers.]

You? Touch me—

[as if he's not doing that already; she presses against both of his hands]

Fuck me. Don't hold back. I want to not hold back.

[eatsthecanary]

[ he laughs, low, voice thick with arousal and he retracts his claws but only to grind his thumb against her clit. ]

I wasn't planning to. I'm guessing - - you don't mind it rough?

[rollplayinghouse]

[Her next exhale comes out as half a moan, and her fingers tighten in his hair, pulling enough to hurt a little.]

I definitely don't.

[eatsthecanary]

I figured.

[ he grinds again, before he presses a finger into her - - not gentle, more exploratory, seeing how wet she is. ]

[rollplayinghouse]

[She's definitely wet enough that his finger slides slickly into her, perhaps because it lets his finger slide slickly into her, because this is a dream and that's what she wants.

She makes a slight keening noise before muffling it in the bend of his shoulder, locking her mouth onto skin and sucking it between her teeth as she rocks her hips against his hand.]

[eatsthecanary]

[ he hisses at the sensation of her mouth against him, and takes that as further encouragement - - grinding his finger inside of her, twisting it before pressing another in and spreading them apart.

he's shifting as close as he can to her, too, close enough his erection will be obvious against her leg through his pants. ]

[rollplayinghouse]

[She runs out of air and bites down hard as his finger twists, and then lifts her head enough to catch a few quick breaths.

And enough to give herself room for her hand to slide down his chest and press the heel of her palm hard against the bulge of his pants.]

[eatsthecanary]

[ he shudders, both at the teeth and the touch to his cock - - Maki might notice even through his pants the shape is definitely not normal. there's a more bulbous part towards the base that tapers, an uneven shape.

he's fucking her more aggressively with his fingers, now, too - - pressing them in knuckle deep each time, a rumbling sound like a purr deep in the back of his throat. ]

[rollplayinghouse]

[That's definitely interesting, and her hand lingers there, feeling out the shape of it with various amounts of pressure. It would probably be easier to just get his pants open and look, but that seems like it would take more focus than she has with him doing that; even her exploratory touches are a bit distracted. Her hips move slightly to meet each thrust of his fingers, her lips part slightly, and her eyelids flutter.]