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reachingfangs) wrote2019-05-27 03:05 pm
reachingfangs) wrote2019-05-27 03:05 pm
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[ Re-L will be happy enough to shed that dress just as soon as they're away from Iggy's possibly prying eyes. The best place for him to have room to charge is downstairs, usually seated at one of the chairs at her dining room table, as one is want to do to have a little dignity while charging.
Renji's eagerness is as good a turn on as any in the moment, and though she wants to tell him to just go ahead and take the zipper down.. she's got to give him at least a taste of anticipation, right? There's no door to the bedroom, however, she does take a moment to draw curtains across the large window up there. Some semblance of privacy, and all that, and it only enhances the mood that the low lighting gives them much of, to begin with. With that done, it's easy enough to turn back to him, eyes lingering a little too long on what she can see of his chest now a little too long to just be passing curiosity.
Of course she gives where Renji requests, and since he'd been so interested in her zipper...
She turns, pulling her hair to the side. If there's one thing Re-L Mayer has never been shy about, it's her body. So, why not give him a little show? ]
Since you were so interested, why not help me with this zipper?
[ Renji is in for a fright when he's escorted out later tonight, having mistaken the behemoth in the dark for a decorative piece or a very unusual chair. But that's for future Renji to worry about. What's got him on edge right now is the way Re-L is looking at him as he loosens one more button, anxious with anticipation. He shrugs off his shirt quickly, revealing a network of stark black tattoos that slash down his skin and a physique defined by relentless work and discipline.
His appraisal of Re-L is just as obvious, maybe even moreso. His eyes rake over her body, the sharp angle of her waist and the curve of her ass as she plays a pitch perfect note on his easily read arousal. ]
Glad to.
[ All too keen, Renji steps closer and his fingers are at the zipper before he's even done speaking. His hand unoccupied with slipping off Re-L's dress slides up her shoulder, thumb hooking under her sleeve. As eager as he is, he takes his time with the zipper, more careful than his rough hands and rougher appearance would suggest.
Exposing the contour of her shoulder blades and the divot of her spine, Renji lets out an appreciative exhale, not quite able to help himself. He needs little encouragement now to kiss her, pressing his lips at her nape in one caress and then another as he undoes the zipper completely. ]
His appraisal of Re-L is just as obvious, maybe even moreso. His eyes rake over her body, the sharp angle of her waist and the curve of her ass as she plays a pitch perfect note on his easily read arousal. ]
Glad to.
[ All too keen, Renji steps closer and his fingers are at the zipper before he's even done speaking. His hand unoccupied with slipping off Re-L's dress slides up her shoulder, thumb hooking under her sleeve. As eager as he is, he takes his time with the zipper, more careful than his rough hands and rougher appearance would suggest.
Exposing the contour of her shoulder blades and the divot of her spine, Renji lets out an appreciative exhale, not quite able to help himself. He needs little encouragement now to kiss her, pressing his lips at her nape in one caress and then another as he undoes the zipper completely. ]
[ She'd like to say that she's just as fixated on his physique as his tattoos, but for a woman who's never seen tattoos, muchless ones like his in her life? She's admittedly a little visually fixated on them at the moment. She may have to stop herself from being a little too visually fixated as time wears on and this experience - whatever it ends up being - continues on, or in the aftermath. Forgive her if she ends up tracing lines with interest, later, Renji.
She's happy to oblige his wandering eyes, never once one to shy away from the obvious appraisal of her looks, nor one to shy away from hearing or seeing people appreciate her. Re-L is more than a little vain, after all.
Pale skin is revealed to open air and Re-L takes a moment to suppress a shiver from rolling down her spine - it's both anticipation and the difference in temperature between her lust heated skin and the air around them. His lips touch her neck and Re-L reacts automatically, dipping her head to allow him more access, more skin to touch or kiss or whatever pleased him in the moment, soaking up the touch and affection. For someone who isn't typically too keen on physical touch, Chroma goes a long way to bridge the gap as the pleasant heat and buzz of contact takes up more mental capacity than the knee jerk reaction to insist on space.
Instead, as the zipper comes undone, Re-L does her best to shrug off the straps of her dress, the fabric falling away from her pale shoulders to rest loosely at her waist. It would have to be shuffled down to come completely off but.. somehow, she doesn't think he'll have any trouble with that when the time comes.
What it does reveal is dark strapping over her pale skin, some sneaking up to sit at the top curve of her hips.
... Not that she gives him much time to look as she turns, then, leaning in for another needy kiss. ]
[ Renji is just about to press another kiss onto Re-L's skin, leave a spark of Chroma and a nip of teeth right between her shoulder blades, but she turns around for him and instead her lips meet his. He's not too put out by that, though. Not when she seems so hungry for it, not when he can get a look at the strappy lingerie she's wearing from the front. It's not more than a quick glance, but it's enough that his already peaked interest spikes again.
There's an equal wanting when Renji kisses her back, quick to pick up where they left off. There's no aphrodisiac permeating her room—at least, he doesn't think there is—but that's no longer necessary when his appetite's already whetted by the sharp edge of her gaze and the knowledge that she's also extremely into this.
Renji draws her close again, palms resting at the curve of her spine. He arches against her, seams between their bodies closing. This time though, his hands are less restrained than they were when he was in that tunnel, looking for the line he shouldn't cross. They slide lower, fingering at the fabric of her half-undone dress, palming over her ass. His tongue swipes again, edging at her bottom lip, and his mouth parts a little to release a low sound like a rumble in the back of his throat.
The heat of Chroma kindled by their touch and of her own body is a sensual sort of comfort, something Renji finds easy to sink into. It'd be even more comfortable on the bed though. Something Renji is able to subtly indicate by nudging them towards the edge of her mattress. ]
There's an equal wanting when Renji kisses her back, quick to pick up where they left off. There's no aphrodisiac permeating her room—at least, he doesn't think there is—but that's no longer necessary when his appetite's already whetted by the sharp edge of her gaze and the knowledge that she's also extremely into this.
Renji draws her close again, palms resting at the curve of her spine. He arches against her, seams between their bodies closing. This time though, his hands are less restrained than they were when he was in that tunnel, looking for the line he shouldn't cross. They slide lower, fingering at the fabric of her half-undone dress, palming over her ass. His tongue swipes again, edging at her bottom lip, and his mouth parts a little to release a low sound like a rumble in the back of his throat.
The heat of Chroma kindled by their touch and of her own body is a sensual sort of comfort, something Renji finds easy to sink into. It'd be even more comfortable on the bed though. Something Renji is able to subtly indicate by nudging them towards the edge of her mattress. ]
[ It's encouraging that the desire picks right back up where they left off, even without aphrodisiacs. Anything could have happened between leaving that tunnel and now that would have left them both awkwardly retreating, but instead, Renji is sinking back into kissing her with the same heat as before.
She curves into his hands and his body with an agreeable half-hum as he touches her, pleased to allow him to touch now that things weren't so public. Of all things, Re-L isn't shy about her body, isn't shy about him looking, touching, anything that he wants in the moment. Re-L's fingers skate along the hard cuts of muscle, vaguely over his tattoos that she will no doubt trace in more detail later.
At least until she's met with the edge of her mattress, and then Re-L's barely pulling away from his lips, eyes hooded but still only slightly hidden behind dark lashes. She gets what he's aiming for here, though... ]
You may be a little overdressed, hm? [ She prompts even as her hand slides down, leaving light trails on his skin before she meets his pants line. ]
We should solve that.
Edited 2020-04-11 17:38 (UTC)
[ The warm tracks of Re-L' fingers stir Renji's arousal as well as the soft hum of her voice or the pliant touch of her lips did. His abdomen trembles just a bit under her touch, as he takes a shaky breath. There's already a visible bulge of the fabric of his pants. He was always quick to get going and difficult to stop, a trait that was at turns an asset and a grave liability. Still, right now he's pretty sure Re-L wouldn't be disappointed with how his eagerness has suffused every part of his body. Not with the way she's got her hands at his waistband, anyway. ]
Mmm, you're right.
[ His hands slide from her body to unfasten and unzip, less fumbling this time thankfully. He shucks them quickly, revealing muscled calves and tented tiger print boxer briefs that are both tacky and yet somehow is completely his style. He grins at her as he leans forward, chest to chest, arousal pressed against hers, and his rough fingers teasing under the fabric of her half undone dress. ]
Why don't I help you with yours too?
[ Since he'd done such a good job with his and all. ]
Mmm, you're right.
[ His hands slide from her body to unfasten and unzip, less fumbling this time thankfully. He shucks them quickly, revealing muscled calves and tented tiger print boxer briefs that are both tacky and yet somehow is completely his style. He grins at her as he leans forward, chest to chest, arousal pressed against hers, and his rough fingers teasing under the fabric of her half undone dress. ]
Why don't I help you with yours too?
[ Since he'd done such a good job with his and all. ]
[ In all honesty, it's someone like Renji that Re-L needs a little more of in life. She's so careful, calculated and measured in most if not everything she does in her day to day life that the introduction of a little humanity and recklessness goes a long way in taming down those urges to reel everything in.
She can't help but to look pleased as he tells her that she's correct - give her a break, everyone likes to hear that they're right - more than a little pleasantly surprised as he takes to getting rid of them himself instead of coaching her to, but she also isn't complaining. Instead, she's tipping her head slightly in both surprise and amusement at his choice in a boxer. Granted.. can she really talk, wearing strappy and elaborate things under her everyday wear and suffering for the amusement of wearing pretty underwear now that it's available.
At least until he's leaned into her, and then her mind is anywhere but on his underwear, the pattern of her breathing faster than usual, though she'd never once admit it. ]
Well you've done such a good job on your end... why not. It should even be much easier.. No buttons or zips left now.
Nnnhhah!
[ finally. the deep, hard thrusts he'd been yearning for nearly scared keigo from the level of gratification he derived alone. it was like a pleasure center overload, having that thick flesh piston into his body, parting him widely around the thickness of it. he could practically feel every fibre stretch and pull, taut and firm, as renji rammed into him with such tantalizing force. keigo had to grip at the countertop firmly to keep himself from being shoved over too much, doubling as a source of leverage to push himself back against him. the combined force of renji's brutal thrusting and keigo's pliant and needy grinding was hitting all the right buttons.
his voice was a wavering cry as he started to sink further into an almost mindless rutting, barely registering what renji had been saying to him until he realized he was staring at the image of himself getting fucked out. keigo's throat tightened, a gasp sharply cutting through the groans and pants, and his fingers dug down against the smooth counter.
he really looked like a slut, didn't he... getting bent over a public restroom countertop, letting his boyfriend work him over like he paid him for the privilege. his tail was curled up and back, quivering from the force and the almost electric shocks of pleasure that ran up and down his spine. he could barely recognize himself, even despite the animalistic features... ]
[ the idea of being watched was pretty humiliating, but even as keigo's ears flattened against his skull, his muscles clenched tightly around renji's dick, milking him in time with the urgent rolling of his hips. he looked askance, the embarrassment flooding over him even as he still actively encouraged renji's raw pounding. ]
I-I don't want anyone t-to s-see me ... like this...[ Unfortunately, Renji is the chivalrous type and wouldn't ask a lady to do something that a strapping young man like him can do himself. Not on the first date, anyways. And they haven't even gotten there yet. So he frees himself of his pants, and is happy to help her out of the tight confines of her dress as well. ]
Should be foolproof, huh.
[ Renji offers her a short grin, then tips his head to give her another kiss. It's less like the impassioned, greedy kisses he'd offered before and more considerate, savouring the soft press of her lips and the pliant heat of her tongue. While he kisses her, his hands slide over her dress, some of his fingers sliding under the fabric and caressing the smooth skin of her waist.
As his hands lower her dress, sensuous but not quite slow enough that it doesn't reveal his impatience, Renji bends too. His lips leave hers and trail down her jaw, tracking down her neck and to her collarbone. His hands smooth across the swell of her hips as he bends further down, revealing the high cut of her underwear that emphasized her curvaceous form. Tongue and teeth chase down even lower, carving a hot path down her chest. When the dress descends to the midway of her thighs, and his hands with them, it's loose enough he can just let it fall off her frame. At the soft sound of fabric hitting the ground, he grins up at her, like a dog looking for approval. ]
Should be foolproof, huh.
[ Renji offers her a short grin, then tips his head to give her another kiss. It's less like the impassioned, greedy kisses he'd offered before and more considerate, savouring the soft press of her lips and the pliant heat of her tongue. While he kisses her, his hands slide over her dress, some of his fingers sliding under the fabric and caressing the smooth skin of her waist.
As his hands lower her dress, sensuous but not quite slow enough that it doesn't reveal his impatience, Renji bends too. His lips leave hers and trail down her jaw, tracking down her neck and to her collarbone. His hands smooth across the swell of her hips as he bends further down, revealing the high cut of her underwear that emphasized her curvaceous form. Tongue and teeth chase down even lower, carving a hot path down her chest. When the dress descends to the midway of her thighs, and his hands with them, it's loose enough he can just let it fall off her frame. At the soft sound of fabric hitting the ground, he grins up at her, like a dog looking for approval. ]
[ It felt so fucking good to be wanted like this. Renji couldn't get over the feeling as Keigo's body sang out for him, the sound he made when he first dove deep inside him. The whine of his voice, the way he could feel his throat tighten from the constricted rasp of his groans, was an intoxicating experience. Stimulation unmatched save for the pressure as he clamped down on his cock. ]
Mmm... [ Renji moaned as Keigo wrung his dick, the slick walls of him enveloping him with feverish heat and erotic stimulation. ] You sure?
[ His fingers tightened around his jaw, guiding his attention back to the mirror. To his face twisted with lust, desperate for his cock. To every animal part of him that begged to be mated, to the curl of his quivering tail and his flattened ears that called to Renji's instincts that he was ripe for the taking. His narrowed eyes, half-crinkled in pleasure, said all that he wasn't verbalizing. That he was too exquisite to be kept confined in the bathroom of some club, that anyone would leap at the privilege of seeing this lewd display.
Renji released Keigo's chin after a moment to admire himself, his hands coming down to his hips again and gripping tight, He sank deep into Keigo's ass once more and, after plunging to the depths of him, stayed there. His fingers wandered up, fingering at the groove of his adonis belt, caressing at his ribcage. He planted kisses and soft love bites on his nape and across his shoulders as he bent forward. His hands slid over his shoulder blades and down his arms until they rested over Keigo's, his fingers closing over and entwining his. If Keigo wanted to keep thrusting back against him he wasn't going to stop him. He just wanted to settle back and look at him for a bit.
Spine curving a little more, he gave a short nip at Keigo's soft ear and whispered: ] So this show's just for me then?
Mmm... [ Renji moaned as Keigo wrung his dick, the slick walls of him enveloping him with feverish heat and erotic stimulation. ] You sure?
[ His fingers tightened around his jaw, guiding his attention back to the mirror. To his face twisted with lust, desperate for his cock. To every animal part of him that begged to be mated, to the curl of his quivering tail and his flattened ears that called to Renji's instincts that he was ripe for the taking. His narrowed eyes, half-crinkled in pleasure, said all that he wasn't verbalizing. That he was too exquisite to be kept confined in the bathroom of some club, that anyone would leap at the privilege of seeing this lewd display.
Renji released Keigo's chin after a moment to admire himself, his hands coming down to his hips again and gripping tight, He sank deep into Keigo's ass once more and, after plunging to the depths of him, stayed there. His fingers wandered up, fingering at the groove of his adonis belt, caressing at his ribcage. He planted kisses and soft love bites on his nape and across his shoulders as he bent forward. His hands slid over his shoulder blades and down his arms until they rested over Keigo's, his fingers closing over and entwining his. If Keigo wanted to keep thrusting back against him he wasn't going to stop him. He just wanted to settle back and look at him for a bit.
Spine curving a little more, he gave a short nip at Keigo's soft ear and whispered: ] So this show's just for me then?
I haven't put in anything to make it difficult, trust me. [ That would rather defeat the purpose, wouldn't it? At least by Re-L's standards. Some may enjoy games like that but Re-L, at the moment anyway, isn't looking to place obstacles in the way of something she wants equally as much. Might as well get something good out of it, even if they never see one another again after this little experience. Re-L's not quite sure how she feels on that just yet, herself.
She doesn't expect the slower pace of the kiss, but it's not exactly begrudged. Long fingers slide up from his chest to his jaw, for a moment, and then slide back to his hair, playing at the nape of his neck but not holding if he should choose to move anywhere else.
And choose to move he does, with Re-L sighing gently as his lips trail to her jaw, body erupting into a flow of goosebumps as he finds that particular juncture at her collarbone and neck that always seems to get her attention more than others. She can't help but watch as he moves down, appreciating his show of appreciation for her as he moves down. Who wouldn't be absolutely enthralled with that, really? She's ingraining it on her memory just as the dress finally hits the floor, and Renji turns his head up to her looking for her approval.
And approve she does, lip quirking up in a smirk as she leans down to give him a fleeting kiss. ]
See? Foolproof. [ Which is her only comment before she decides to settle back on the bed, as he'd pushed them back to not all that long ago, stretched across it with an almost haughty expression for him to appreciate, propped up on her elbows so that she's not at that almost universally unflattering angle for anyone's chin as she extends a hand to beckon him to her, already offering the rest of her clothes for removal - ]
The others may be a little more complicated, but I think you can handle it.
She doesn't expect the slower pace of the kiss, but it's not exactly begrudged. Long fingers slide up from his chest to his jaw, for a moment, and then slide back to his hair, playing at the nape of his neck but not holding if he should choose to move anywhere else.
And choose to move he does, with Re-L sighing gently as his lips trail to her jaw, body erupting into a flow of goosebumps as he finds that particular juncture at her collarbone and neck that always seems to get her attention more than others. She can't help but watch as he moves down, appreciating his show of appreciation for her as he moves down. Who wouldn't be absolutely enthralled with that, really? She's ingraining it on her memory just as the dress finally hits the floor, and Renji turns his head up to her looking for her approval.
And approve she does, lip quirking up in a smirk as she leans down to give him a fleeting kiss. ]
See? Foolproof. [ Which is her only comment before she decides to settle back on the bed, as he'd pushed them back to not all that long ago, stretched across it with an almost haughty expression for him to appreciate, propped up on her elbows so that she's not at that almost universally unflattering angle for anyone's chin as she extends a hand to beckon him to her, already offering the rest of her clothes for removal - ]
The others may be a little more complicated, but I think you can handle it.
[ Renji returns Re-L's smirk and the brief caress of her lips with his own, the corners of his lips curving up in a self-satisfied smile. Ah, it's nice when even a fool like him manages to get it right.
His hands squeeze at the top of her thighs as she moves, before letting them skim back as she settles into the bed. His grin only widens at her hand beckoning and scrunched up chin, charmed by the mismatch of her imperious tone and the slightly goofy angle. He's quick to follow her onto the bed, knees astride her on either side of her hips. ]
Hm... [ His dark eyes sweep her frame and the dark straps highlighting her curves, contrasting against her pale skin almost glowing in the lowlight. His rough hand strokes across her shoulder and runs over the dark fabric of her bra, fingers lightly brushing at her skin and thumb teasing at the peak of her breast. ] Thanks for the vote of confidence.
[ Can he handle it, though... Renji hasn't slept with a woman in quite a while and when he was more in the habit of it they didn't wear lingerie quite like this. Or at all, really. That's what happens when you're born in a feudal era afterlife, not a lot of exposure to delightful strappy bras.
But that's a worry for a few seconds from now. In the meantime he can enjoy lowering his head to kiss again at Re-L's neck, nipping above her clavicle and running his tongue over the bite. He fingers at the straps crossing above her waist, thumbs hooking under the dark bands as he raises it up her ribs. His hips move over her, grinding his arousal against her in a teasing motion of what was to come. ]
His hands squeeze at the top of her thighs as she moves, before letting them skim back as she settles into the bed. His grin only widens at her hand beckoning and scrunched up chin, charmed by the mismatch of her imperious tone and the slightly goofy angle. He's quick to follow her onto the bed, knees astride her on either side of her hips. ]
Hm... [ His dark eyes sweep her frame and the dark straps highlighting her curves, contrasting against her pale skin almost glowing in the lowlight. His rough hand strokes across her shoulder and runs over the dark fabric of her bra, fingers lightly brushing at her skin and thumb teasing at the peak of her breast. ] Thanks for the vote of confidence.
[ Can he handle it, though... Renji hasn't slept with a woman in quite a while and when he was more in the habit of it they didn't wear lingerie quite like this. Or at all, really. That's what happens when you're born in a feudal era afterlife, not a lot of exposure to delightful strappy bras.
But that's a worry for a few seconds from now. In the meantime he can enjoy lowering his head to kiss again at Re-L's neck, nipping above her clavicle and running his tongue over the bite. He fingers at the straps crossing above her waist, thumbs hooking under the dark bands as he raises it up her ribs. His hips move over her, grinding his arousal against her in a teasing motion of what was to come. ]
[ Welcome to the world of delightfully (or perhaps frustratingly) strappy bras, Renji. Depending on how much more they see of each other like this, he may just have to get used to them, since Re-L's made it a point to buy an arsenal of them since she arrived in Lunatia and discovered them en masse.
Her back bows in a little delightful bow as Renji's hand strokes over her skin, his thumb leaving just a tingle of touch behind through the fabric still (for now) covering her. Still, Re-L manages a little chuckle as he thanks her, giving a single nod to confirm. ]
Of course, I know how to get in to it, so if all else fails... [ She can get herself out in an expedited fashion, basically. She doesn't get the chance to really elaborate before his head lowers and she's shivering at the touch, skin erupting in to little goosebumps even for a spare moment. Her hands rise up the skin of his back as he moves down, those well-manicured nails digging slightly at his back as his hands raised toward her ribs. It creates a pleasant pressure between her legs with the fabric going taut, the pace of her breathing already picking up as he grinds in to her.
Re-L presses back, unable to deny how much she wants to feel him that much closer. They've spent so long dancing around this conclusion and yet it's almost a thrill to put off just a little longer, building anticipation as. Re-L finally lets slip a soft, breathy moan that's far softer than the needy grip of her hands, which are practically demanding. ]
Hoping you won't have to .. mmn.. figure out how to take it off if you make me wait long enough? [ Look, she'll do it. What the hell does she know about what does it for him - it may well be strappy underwear and she's made a lucky gamble. ]
[ the goal was to try and keep some level of dignity intact through all of this, but that simply wasn't possible with how things were progressing. the shame that keigo felt was real, but the surge of pheromones was far more powerful than he anticipated. he felt dizzy, drunk of renji's dick and the sensations and affections he was doling out to him. he didn't resist as he was brought to look at himself in the mirror, once again barely recognizing himself.
maybe then... it was fine... if he couldn't recognize himself for now.
keigo shuddered as renji's thrusts started to slow until they stopped, thick cock nestled deeply inside of him and holding him open. his tail quivered as the stimulation ebbed into something different, a persistent pressure that made his hairs stand up on his arms and his tail itself. he was pressing up right against that spot, but not moving... being held in place like this almost felt too restrictive, but it only strengthened keigo's arousal, making his cock twitch as droplets of clear fluid flecked down to the tile below. once renji moved to place his hands back over keigo's own, however, keigo wasn't going to wait for permission.
he started thrusting back again, as if he was impossibly trying to take renji even deeper still. his panting was growing louder, desperate and nearly mindless amid all the heat and fragrant pheromones. he was dizzy again, eyes rolling back and fluttering closed as a jolt of pure pleasure devoured his senses.
what was renji saying..? ah, right. keigo's throat felt tight and dry, and his voice came out equally cracked, but distracted all the same. ]
[ he groaned a bit louder than he had allowed himself to previously, mildly negating his own fears of being overheard and discovered. ]
I w-want you to use me... f-fuck me out and fill me with come... B-but I don't want anyone... to see...[ the validity of that statement was tenuous anymore, what with keigo actively rutting himself back against renji's pelvis. his rigid cock was bobbing from the force, slicked from the near continuous dripping of precome that was relentlessly coaxed out of him. ]
D-don't you wanna fill me up?[ at that moment, keigo glanced up at renji's reflection, eyes hazed and glossy. he looked drunk, the anxiety quickly dissolving the more neglected his arousal went. ]
C'mon, hurry... before someone sees...[ as if some measure of coyness was returning, keigo wagged his tail back and forth while grinding his ass against renji's hips, allowing more filthy words to spill from his lips. ]
I want to be fucked raw by your thick cock. I want you to let loose like an animal, I want it dripping down my thighs. I need it... C'mon...[ The longing digging into his back and sighing into his ear are almost enough to drive Renji crazy. If he's never going to see this woman again, he at least wants to remember that. The insistent pressure as she clawed at his back and the shiver of her body as he rocked against her. ]
Mmm... [ Renji suppresses a low chuckle, the pads of his fingers caressing her pale skin. He meets the clear blue of her eyes with a dark gaze lit with equal parts amusement and sheepishness. ] Impatient?
[ Not that he isn't, judging from how hard his arousal is pressed against her. But he just has to quip back, can never quite help himself. ]
Why don't we split it. [ His hands slide down, abandoning the dark straps of her top and running over the gentle curve of her waist. His finger tips curl into the bands crossing above her hips, teasing them with a playful snap. ] You take the top, I'll handle the bottom.
[ Many hands make light work and all that. Plus, she gets to bypass a few seconds of pitiful fumbling and he gets to save face. Everybody wins. ]
Mmm... [ Renji suppresses a low chuckle, the pads of his fingers caressing her pale skin. He meets the clear blue of her eyes with a dark gaze lit with equal parts amusement and sheepishness. ] Impatient?
[ Not that he isn't, judging from how hard his arousal is pressed against her. But he just has to quip back, can never quite help himself. ]
Why don't we split it. [ His hands slide down, abandoning the dark straps of her top and running over the gentle curve of her waist. His finger tips curl into the bands crossing above her hips, teasing them with a playful snap. ] You take the top, I'll handle the bottom.
[ Many hands make light work and all that. Plus, she gets to bypass a few seconds of pitiful fumbling and he gets to save face. Everybody wins. ]
Aren't you? [ After all of this build-up, after the walk home post tunnel make out, he's really asking her if she's impatient? She shifts up to pointed press against him, since she can feel his arousal against her that seems to say he wants her, and this, just as badly as she does. If this were a different situations he'd be a bit more grumpy about it, but honestly? It's hard to focus on being miffed about him dragging it out when all she can focus on is how much she wants him in the moment, wants to move on to something else without clothes in the way.
Her fingers move from clinging to his back to trace the patterns on his chest now, as much curious about the marks there as she is intent on discovering them as they continue.
Re-L can't help the little chuckle of a laugh as he suggests they split the work. Of course, he would opt for the bottoms, but at the same time, can beggars be choosers? Maybe if she's naked he'll stop playing around, too, so how the hell is she going to say no? So instead she nods her agreement, already pushing herself up and on to her elbows to get a better angle on things. She cranes a little for a kiss, and then gives her little, usual, wave to go. ]
Get to work, then. [ Once she has the room she'll move to sit up, already working the hooks out of the eyes at the back of the bra, eyes looking over Renji with a certain hunger behind them before she notes, almost airily : ]
We'll have to take care of you, too, while you're up.
Her fingers move from clinging to his back to trace the patterns on his chest now, as much curious about the marks there as she is intent on discovering them as they continue.
Re-L can't help the little chuckle of a laugh as he suggests they split the work. Of course, he would opt for the bottoms, but at the same time, can beggars be choosers? Maybe if she's naked he'll stop playing around, too, so how the hell is she going to say no? So instead she nods her agreement, already pushing herself up and on to her elbows to get a better angle on things. She cranes a little for a kiss, and then gives her little, usual, wave to go. ]
Get to work, then. [ Once she has the room she'll move to sit up, already working the hooks out of the eyes at the back of the bra, eyes looking over Renji with a certain hunger behind them before she notes, almost airily : ]
We'll have to take care of you, too, while you're up.
[ The urgent way Keigo's hips rolled back—fucking himself on Renji's cock in desperate, senseless desire—was a sight that would be burned into Renji's mind for the rest of his life. The glaze of absolute lust in his eyes was captivating, gorgeous in his single-minded abandon. His handsome face twisted with an obscene expression, looking only at him. He could track the burning arch of his spine to the sensual sway of his tail, his eyes devouring this presentation as eagerly as Keigo's walls wrung out his dick. ]
Haa... [ Renji sighed, burying his face into the nape of Keigo's neck as his fingers tightened over his hand. Tender if not for the way Renji thrust up slow and sweet into him. ] Keigo...
[ Keigo made a compelling argument, he had to admit. Renji wouldn't want anyone else to see this now, either. As much as he felt an urge to show off, to feel an appreciative gaze on him, the only person whose opinion he cared about was already staring him in the mirror, begging for his cock. ]
Hearin' you talk so fuckin' dirty... [ He laughed low into Keigo's ear as he placed a kiss into his soft hair. ] You always sounds sexy as hell.
[ Renji's hips rolled again, his pace picking up. He groaned as the warmth of him enveloped his cock, so tight and so greedy. His hands around Keigo's moved, making his arms reach further down the counter as he bent him even farther forward. ]
C'mon, Keigo. Can't sense nobody comin' near, can ya? [ The fluttering reiatsu of the club goers outside vibrated in time with the bass of the music, flitting dangerously close to the corridor leading to this bathroom. But not quite turning that corner. At least, not yet. ] Let's fuckin' hear it.
[ Renji gave a little love bite on Keigo's shoulder, teeth almost sinking into the skin before sucking a light bruise on his pale skin. He tasted as nectar-like as his alluring pheromones, and Renji licked his tongue over the spot for good measure. ]
Tell me how good my cock is in you.
[ The snap of his hips grew faster in increments, focusing more on plunging as deep as he could into Keigo. His breathing turned harsh, almost ragged, as he fucked him harder and harder. He wanted to pry him open, drag the heat of his cock over all the places inside him that made his toes curl and his body quake. Every drive of his arousal moved to force more lovely moans out of his mouth. So he'd never forget the shape of his cock or what he just said, that he was his to use. ]
Haa... [ Renji sighed, burying his face into the nape of Keigo's neck as his fingers tightened over his hand. Tender if not for the way Renji thrust up slow and sweet into him. ] Keigo...
[ Keigo made a compelling argument, he had to admit. Renji wouldn't want anyone else to see this now, either. As much as he felt an urge to show off, to feel an appreciative gaze on him, the only person whose opinion he cared about was already staring him in the mirror, begging for his cock. ]
Hearin' you talk so fuckin' dirty... [ He laughed low into Keigo's ear as he placed a kiss into his soft hair. ] You always sounds sexy as hell.
[ Renji's hips rolled again, his pace picking up. He groaned as the warmth of him enveloped his cock, so tight and so greedy. His hands around Keigo's moved, making his arms reach further down the counter as he bent him even farther forward. ]
C'mon, Keigo. Can't sense nobody comin' near, can ya? [ The fluttering reiatsu of the club goers outside vibrated in time with the bass of the music, flitting dangerously close to the corridor leading to this bathroom. But not quite turning that corner. At least, not yet. ] Let's fuckin' hear it.
[ Renji gave a little love bite on Keigo's shoulder, teeth almost sinking into the skin before sucking a light bruise on his pale skin. He tasted as nectar-like as his alluring pheromones, and Renji licked his tongue over the spot for good measure. ]
Tell me how good my cock is in you.
[ The snap of his hips grew faster in increments, focusing more on plunging as deep as he could into Keigo. His breathing turned harsh, almost ragged, as he fucked him harder and harder. He wanted to pry him open, drag the heat of his cock over all the places inside him that made his toes curl and his body quake. Every drive of his arousal moved to force more lovely moans out of his mouth. So he'd never forget the shape of his cock or what he just said, that he was his to use. ]
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[ like some kind of pet validated for performing a command correctly, keigo's eyes seemed to light up a bit and his lips split into a lewd grin as renji praised and complimented his dirty talk. if there was one thing keigo was good at, it was talking... and apparently giving a voice to his filthy desires was the way to go to get at least part of what he wanted. he laughed in kind, light and airy, though the sound tapered off into a humming mewl once renji's hips started moving again. ]
Nnghh, fuck...![ a hissed curse was all he could put together before his whole body started to quiver again, wracking his spine with electric shocks every time renji bottomed out against him. and it grew in intensity once renji pushed him further over the countertop. keigo's hands slapped against the hard surface as he momentarily lost his purchase, legs shaking and repositioning to let his head press down against his forearms. all the while, he was rolling his hips back to meet every thrust, moaning and keening like the animal he resembled in heat. how did it feel this good? how could he even describe it?
seemed like renji wanted him to do just that. the bite, followed by that suction pulling a bruise to his skin, was like an accent to the main course of his dick powering into his ass, bruising him up far more than his mouth would, no doubt. but keigo didn't care about that. he didn't really care about anything but fucking and rutting, as evidenced by the quickly dissolving resolve to keep things quiet.
rhythmic panting gave way to shaky moans and desperate whimpers, his rigid cock bobbing with every thrust into him. keigo lifted his head, then used his arms to push his upper body upright again, his voice clearer than before. ]
[ a dizzying sensation came over him, wracking up and down his neck and shoulders, fluttering his heart and twisting his gut. he was so warm and everything was happening so fast. ]
Wh-when you keep hitting it like that, I almost wanna pass out... [ keigo looked over his shoulder at renji, albeit shakily, and fixed another lustful stare on him. ] Are you getting harder listening to me? It's almost like I can feel you twitching...[ for good measure, keigo pushed his hips back with some extra force, muscles tightening down around him from base to tip. ]
Eheh... I wasn't kidding when I said I want it all. Do I have to milk it from you?[ A warm shudder curls up his skin as Re-L's fingers trace the black slashes along his chest. Renji finds the interest both novel and endearing, always nice to have someone who appreciates his ink as much as he does. He only answers Re-L's "no you" response with a light laugh and a bend of his head as his lips meet hers. Then he's dismissed to go about his duties and it becomes all the more obvious that yes, he is rather impatient, as he slides back and his fingers smoothing under the dark straps before she's even sitting all the way back up.
Renji's hands roam over her waist, tracing the curve of her hips and then drifts to caress over the swell of her ass. He'd intended to have been teasingly slow, dragging the seconds out a bit longer, but he was just so fucking eager and instead. ]
Hah... [ He pulls her strappy underwear down over her thighs, lips ] Yeah, "we" do.
[ And hopefully soon, because it's starting to get uncomfortably tight in his boxer briefs. Still, one thing at a time. Renji slips her black lingerie down her slim, pale legs, rough fingers grazing over her warm skin. He leans forward to kiss her again, at the tops of her thighs as he winds the bands past her ankles. ]
So... [ Renji grins as he tosses her panties behind him, out of sight and now firmly out of mind. ] Got any suggestions for how we're gonna take care of this?
[ He could just strip them like he had his pants... but that intriguing plural pronoun keeps him from doing so just now. ]
Renji's hands roam over her waist, tracing the curve of her hips and then drifts to caress over the swell of her ass. He'd intended to have been teasingly slow, dragging the seconds out a bit longer, but he was just so fucking eager and instead. ]
Hah... [ He pulls her strappy underwear down over her thighs, lips ] Yeah, "we" do.
[ And hopefully soon, because it's starting to get uncomfortably tight in his boxer briefs. Still, one thing at a time. Renji slips her black lingerie down her slim, pale legs, rough fingers grazing over her warm skin. He leans forward to kiss her again, at the tops of her thighs as he winds the bands past her ankles. ]
So... [ Renji grins as he tosses her panties behind him, out of sight and now firmly out of mind. ] Got any suggestions for how we're gonna take care of this?
[ He could just strip them like he had his pants... but that intriguing plural pronoun keeps him from doing so just now. ]
[ Re-L's relieved that he's just as impatient for it as she is. Granted, she's never been able to show neediness in this way prior to Lunatia, but it would probably be embarrassing to be the more eager party in this kind of one night stand arrangement. Maybe. She doesn't really know about it all that much.
Still, those fight roughened hands slide down her skin, supple and soft, unmarried despite all she's been through in her world, though muscular beneath all that supple softness. Made to look soft and unassuming, but strong enough to prove otherwise - it was a perfect Daedalus Yumeno type opposition in one body. She's just as eager, however, to get off the restrictions of that bra as quick as possible now that she's seen how eager he is. She throws it easily to the side as soon as it's off, pale and resplendent as she is now that she's absolutely bare to the world.
But it doesn't make her shrink, even as he he leans forward to kiss her, even as her underwear is tossed to the side with a certain ease. It's easy enough, isn't it? When you know you're something to look at? ]
'We' may have been a bit rhetorical... But.. [ Since he'd done her the favor of taking off most of her clothes, she might as well do him this favor, right? She slides down toward him anyways, hands reaching for his hips as she does so. Her hair is a bit mussed at this point, but that's hardly a worry as fingers hook in his waistband. ]
... I think I can handle the job single handed, if you don't mind.
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