wotanon | Dreamers After Dark (VII)

... Hold on.

[he is not against firmer chests, not in the slightest. but it's also something that he feels like he should notice, and maybe... pass on? because of course. it makes total sense.]

You're not distracting me from the game.

That's what you're worried about—?

[ and you know what, she's just going to—spin them around to flip their positions. ]

[he's competitive. full on middle child syndrome]

One of the things.

[but now he's looking up at her and it sinks in more that there's a definite height difference.

but also his hand is going to her shirt, pulling her down aggressively, to lock lips again]

[ that about follows, with a metaphorical bird creature in Levity's heart. he sure likes to be friends with theoretically very dangerous people!!! ]

I suppose you cannot taste him. A pity! That is half the fun of it, after all.

[ there's a brief startled sound, a soft grunt in the back of her throat, and then she's pressing into him to push him back against the wall, threading one arm around his shoulders, fingers combing into his hair. ]

[That piques the bird's curiousity! What does he taste like? And what's the other half of fun?

The second sentiment is echoed by Levity himself - with a certain amount of trepidation. Just in case, you know, Absinthe says something romantic.]

[ it'd be funny if he just said he tasted like birdmeat, to be honest. ]

Mm, it does become somewhat hard to discern from one person to another ... But it's the sentiment behind the meal that can sometimes change the taste. Something eaten out of necessity would not be half as appealing.

[The bird trills again, almost laughs. It doesn't understand having an emotional attachment to a dead body, but it's cute that Absinthe does. There's a good dose of condescension in that reaction, too.

But Absinthe can probably ignore that, because Levity sure is rather flustered by the admission and implications of it.

Would that mean that he does care for me, I wonder...

Though there is a conscious effort from Levity to suppress it, it still flashes through: the brief memory of when he'd told Cardinal and Glory that he doesn't mind being hurt if he knows there's care behind it, back when he'd talked to them about what might happen in games.]

Is it so funny? I imagine if you could taste you would understand!

[ Absinthe doesn't seem sincerely bothered despite his protest. his hand returns to Levity's face, stroking the side of it with a hum. ]

It is one way to achieve closeness, hm? There is nothing quite like consuming all of someone. To have them be a part of you.

[hey ardyn turn on your location i would like to ask you some questions???

The bird still Does Not Get it; it looks from corpse to Absinthe to back to corpse, then pokes the body with a foot. It would like to make it very clear that Absinthe is being a little, well, obtuse. The body is not his friend. His friend is gone. The only thing Absinthe's going to have be "part of him" is a collection of proteins and fats and other molecular combinations, and whatever perception of Levity he's conjured up in his head. He's playing pretend at best, all by himself. Isn't that a little pathetic?

The rest of Levity's psyche pauses in its reaction, too. He certainly appreciates the imagery and the sentiment, but... something about the idea of losing all of himself goes against the grain for him. It feels wrong. But surely Absinthe wouldn't actually want that for him?]

[ the pause is what he's looking for. it's not a thought he's seriously entertaining -- but similar to how he would poke and prod at Emet-Selch's scars till he lost his temper with him, so too does he want to see if there's a point at which Levity would truly balk and be disgusted. or not even that -- to see if he would be frightened by him. it doesn't seem like he's reached that point yet even with that suggestion.

he sighs as if exasperated by the bird's reaction. ]

You have no sense of romance, do you? Would that not be a tale fitting of a tragedy?

[Indeed, Levity's reaction is not fear or disgust, but more akin to polite refusal. That's just not a kink he wants to play out! He would like to get to stay himself, and he trusts Absinthe enough to respect that desire. You know, like in a healthy consensual relationship.

Of course, anyone who's known Levity for more than five minutes would realize that the one way to disgust, frighten and generally devastate him would be to show cruelty towards others. Of course, it's also a very good way to traumatize him enough for him to cut ties with you entirely! Wouldn't that be funny for everyone, especially Alexander.

The bird gives a shrug. Grieve if you like, but dead people are already gone - all you're holding onto are things in your head. For example, it still thinks that Absinthe is friend, but if he was dead, it wouldn't see his corpse as him, just some meat. He's welcome to engage in his pretendy funtimes though, of course, the bird just thinks it's funny and a little stupid.

These sure are slightly more defined thoughts! As though the bird is evolving beyond its earlier, simpler state.

Meanwhile Levity, befitting his name, is quick to rifle through his not-yet-expansive knowledge of theater works, picturing himself and Absinthe in some of the more well-known tragedies. There's more than a hint of amusement to it; he's certainly having fun with it!]

[To play a game within a game.

Now, she can acquiesce to the truce, if only for a potential better payoff later--he'll know what she's capable of and she might be more able to break him if she keeps up the pressure, uninterrupted.

On the other hand, she trusts in her skills and can tell he's unraveling so she may have already left enough of an impression on him, and she just can't help herself sometimes. Sometimes you just need to be a shit.

Still, the hands stroking her hair feel...very nice, and there's something to appreciate and tease about how he lets his guard down when he's been trying so very hard not to. It isn't all the way, but it's progress. Hmm.

No, really, she hums now, allowing him to feel the vibrations as she takes him deeper. One hand fondles his balls while the other continues to pump him. When he grows closer, closer--

She will remove her mouth with a wet pop and slow her hand down, but won't stop, she keeps him teetering on the edge, but will not permit him to fall. It's a little safe on her end because she has experience with this by this point, but everyone is different, and she is still learning his body.

Her face is the picture of innocence.]

Oh, silly me. I didn't even ask if you wanted to come! How inconsiderate of me. Really. So, did you?

No, you didn't choose. [Her fingers tweak Vivi's nipples harder.]

And that's worse. This is simply who you are, no matter the form or shape.

[She gropes at her breasts with harsh indulgence, fingers sinking into the flesh once more, nails digging in slightly.]

Still a wanton slut, I'm sure. You've barely been touched, but you're already so wet. I bet you can't wait to be used, huh?

[Lily lets her hands roam downward, running over Vivi's curves until she comes to her lower body. This time, she starts to pull down her panties, though she'll leave everything else on, for now. It's a commitment and promise to see all of Vivi properly in reality, because they'll absolutely be doing this beyond dreams.

For now, what clothes remain are charming. But Lily shows Levity her damp panties before setting them aside.]

My.

[It's all she says before she leans down to suck at one of Vivi's breasts, fingers working at the other. She takes the nipple into her teeth, nipping slightly before sucking once more. She switches breasts, tongue tracing circuits around the nipple before she blows cooler air against the wet skin.]

[He sighs softly at the touch, leaning into his hands.]

Hmm, true. You're definitely worth the laundry. [He makes a show of looking him over slowly, hungrily, licking his lips.] You've definitely been the cause for be to clean my bedding more than once, you know. [The touch is less teasing now, harder pinches and tugs on his nipples until they're stiff peaks.] I just wish you were there in person more when you're the cause.

[His hips cant forward into Rye, as those hands on his nipples grow more demanding; they're definitely hard by now, the shape of them visible through the thin fabric of his body suit]

[The hands on Rye's buttons are trembling a little, but they reach the hem anyway - smooth their way up again, over the now-bare chest, to push the shirt back from his shoulders]

Oh yeah? You been waking up nights with something you want me to finish off lately?

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[Bold of Lily to go for this kind of dirty talk given how excited she gets during their every session!

Levity gives another soft noise as Lily kneads at her breasts--there's something very exciting about finally matching Lily in the softness of her body, about being the more delicate one of the two. Lily does always hold the leash during their little games - so far, at least, - but there is still a difference in dynamics here. When he's a man, Levity is something of a cheeky pet for Lily to put in his place; here, Vivi feels more like, perhaps, a meal daintily laid out for Lily to consume.

She presses her knees together a little out of embarrassment as Lily undresses her, and once again there is something exhilarating about not being fully naked and yet so very much exposed. Levity pouts a little at the teasing, playfully - how is she supposed to help her excitement? Their relationship aside, Levity is a very curious creature; new things are always very, very fun.

And what's new and fun is the feeling of Lily's fingers and mouth on her nipples. She's more sensitive like this, Vivi is sure, and they're certainly bigger than normal, and all the differences brought forth by that are interesting, too.]

L-Lily...

[It feels good, she wants to say, but instead lets her body speak for her - the way her breathing grows deeper, the quiet whines at the back of her throat, the way her nipples stiffen at the teasing and stimulation, the way she arches into the touch. More.]

[he lowers himself to his knees and glances up at her before leaning in to place a kiss on her thigh]

Put your hands in my hair.

[what wall, because honestly, that wall is pretty soft suddenly which. sure, let's go with it. it makes sense. walls are soft.

he opens his mouth to her, and at the same time, starts to push her jacket off of her shoulders]

[ yeah it’s whatever. maybe everyone just left, too. convenient. dream logic is helpful.

she shrugs out of her jacket, tossing it to the side, and slides her hands under his shirt, tugging it up, and nudges her thigh between his legs. ]

I still can’t believe you—didn’t think I liked you—

I have made it clear a bunch of times that I'd wreck your wedding if given the chance.

Can you blame--

[he pauses, and lifts his arms to make it easier to pull off his shirt.

which. it's fucking cold, so that gets an immediate reaction, pulling him closer to her. or rather, his hands fisting in her shirt, and then pulling the cloth apart.

he'll fix it later.]

-- me for being skeptical?

[ her chest is—"flat" is maybe the wrong word, since there's still muscle there, but it's not a womanly chest, is the point.

...although she's a little distracted by being incredibly flustered at the shirt ripping. ]

I mean—you're not going to ruin it since you're not going.

And—

[ she mouths at his neck, nipping at the skin— ]

I don't really care that much about things that could hurt me, you know?

[Rye moves his hands away from Hurricane, long enough to let the material drop from his shoulders, a soft moan leaving him as Hurricane touches him, giving him more of the skin contact he wants.]

[A hand returns to his chest, playing with the nub with more pinchez and tugs, his other hand going to rest at Hurricane's neck, thumb tracing a circle just under Hurricane's jaw. He leans closer, nuzzling the other side of Hurricane's neck.]

Yeah. And don't get me wrong, its still satisfying, touching myself, remembering how you sound, the way you look, how good your body feels. [His hips grind a little harder.] But its hard to not text you. Ask you to watch as I touch myself moaning your name.

To ask if I could come touch you for real.

[He makes a soft noise of pleasure, at the feel of Rye's fingers toying with his nipple - shudders, hard, as Rye grinds into him]

[His hips have fallen into ceaseless motion; they shift, and shift, and shift again, a restless quest for more. His hands smooth up over Rye's bare chest, exploring the newly exposed skin]

I - I mean. I'm up late usually, just saying.

Some nights I got stuff to do, but - lots of times, I ain't busy.

[She is very bold it's true. :*

A meal to consume is definitely what Levity is and Lily plans to have all of her, leaving nothing left. She's not one to waste food, after all.

This is funnier because no actual vore is involved.

She presses Vivi's large breasts together, hands rubbing up and down before she licks both nipples at the same time before taking them into her mouth, sucking hard as her tongue moves around and between them. She lets them go with a wet pop and buries her face into Vivi's chest before kissing it, blazing a trail downward as her hands run along her girlfriend's sides.]

I wonder if you'll be a good girl for me.

[Lily nips the inside of Vivi's thigh, then again, but this time sucking the skin between her teeth to leave a mark. And again, but closer. Again, but closer.

But never close enough.]

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