dreampost: even more after dark edition (IV)

[wotanon]

[ sexy dreams for thirsty idol bastards

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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[avestan]

[likewise setting his glass down, then sitting very very close to her]

[rollplayinghouse]

[Her hand settles casually on his thigh, fingers just touching the top band of his stockings]

[avestan]

[grins, his cheeks darkening a bit]

...So, you like guys in skirts?

[rollplayinghouse]

Yeah. That's pretty well-known, at this point... Lucifel paid Mars five thousand points to wear a skirt for me at his maid cafe live.

[avestan]

Man, that guy just keeps fleecing him...

[shakes his head in amusement and reaches for his glass]

[rollplayinghouse]

He also didn't tell Mars it was for me at the time. So that was a little embarrassing.

[She doesn't sound particularly embarrassed, though, and while she also picks up her wine glass with her outside hand, she traces the edge of his bare skin with a finger.]

[avestan]

Hah, of course he didn't. What an asshole.

[but he's less interested in that topic than he is in what her hand's doing]

This isn't really a look I'd normally go for, but it's not too bad if you like it.

[rollplayinghouse]

[flattens her palm on his bare thigh]

It makes it more exciting if it's something you wouldn't normally wear, doesn't it?

[avestan]

It does. And you wanna know something interesting about it?

[rollplayinghouse]

Of course. What is it?

[avestan]

Nothing under the skirt.

[rollplayinghouse]

[Her fingers twitch slightly against his thigh, and then she slides her hand another couple of inches up towards the edge of the skirt.]

Ah, you spoiled it.

[avestan]

Whoops~ Did you want to find out on your own?

[rollplayinghouse]

Obviously I wanted to find out on my own.

[she casually sips more of her wine before her hand turns so she can slip her fingers just under the fabric.]

I guess I'll just have to make sure you're telling the truth.

[avestan]

[there's definitely a slight bit of a tent in the skirt now]

I do lie about these things sometimes, that's true. You'd better check.

[rollplayinghouse]

Hmm.

[with the ghost of a smirk on her face, she pulls her hand away]

I'd better gather all the evidence, then.

[check: tent in the skirt. Instead of sliding up his thigh, her hand brushes lightly over the bulge in the fabric, then again with more pressure, feeling the shape]

[avestan]

Ah...

[the tent grows a little! mysterious!]

[rollplayinghouse]

[Mysterious. Better investigate further.

She presses with heel of her palm and then tugs at the fabric slightly, gathering it so the skirt rides further up, though not enough to expose him.]

[avestan]

Glory...

[giving her a slightly frustrated look. it's not like he can't appreciate teasing, but he wants more already]

[rollplayinghouse]

[She laughs lightly and moves her hand back to his bare skin, high on his thigh.]

Yes?

[avestan]

Having fun?

[rollplayinghouse]

[presses her fingers slightly into his skin]

I am. Are you?

[avestan]

Kinda wish you'd hurry it up a bit.

[rollplayinghouse]

If you insist.

[She turns her body, which involves not quite sitting on the ledge anymore, but she can levitate so that's fine. It gives her a better angle to move her hand the rest of the way to wrap around his dick, still under the skirt.]

[avestan]

[with a satisfied gasp, rolling his hips into her touch. he's definitely also sitting more on air than the ledge now.

and, since she's finally just going ahead with touching, he's matching suit by reaching into her suit jacket to cup a breast]