Allura (
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Entry tags:
We were the victims of ourselves
Who: Allura (
quintessent) & Various | Closed
What: Catch-all for some closed starters
When: July/August
Where: Nadril
Warning(s): Body Heat Trope is apparently going to it's obvious conclusion (NSFW)
[Starters below!]
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What: Catch-all for some closed starters
When: July/August
Where: Nadril
Warning(s): Body Heat Trope is apparently going to it's obvious conclusion (NSFW)
[Starters below!]
i appreciate it
Slowly. Painstakingly so, presenting ample time for her to prevent him from doing it or...allowing her the chance of taking over. She may want to commandeer that bit. In the meantime, he's already unceremoniously leaking precum from his head, coating himself just a bit, smearing her midriff in the same instance.
He can't help it...]
this is the worst tag i've ever written in my life.
Oh. You're....
[Self... lubricating??? Sort of? Her eyes dart to his, with a slightly alarmed expression of is this supposed to happen?? Cue first weird human mating experience.]
i want to agree but i feel like i could trick you into worse things
I'm what?!
[Don't fucking say it. His dick's gonna shrivel up. If she's ever watched a porno, she should know her next words should be some variation of so huge!!
Which will do nothing to stave that blush, but it might save their marriage.]
that isn't to say that it's the worst tag I'll ever write.
Heat is boiling over into her cheeks.] It was just. You- [There's absolutely zero ways to answer this question that aren't equally terrible.] I didn't expect it, is all.
[It's a lame answer and she's already stammering out a clarification,] I mean, we are different- some newness is to be expected!
now i feel better
Didn't expect what?!
[His wiener? He's refusing to acknowledge that precum. It's probably gone cold by now, similar to his pulse. His brain's racing to catch up with all the things she could possibly be referring to: maybe declothing as much as he had was a mistake. They're different, beyond gender -- they should've talked about this beforehand.]
You just said you liked it-!
[In a desperate attempt at removing any blame for himself, especially if it has to do with sex, because holy shit Allura picked the wrong human to experiment with...]
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I did! I do.
[But then he's getting defensive and her blood pressure rises in turn,]
Why are you upset? You weren't any different when I removed my clothes.
[Balking and staring. Speaking of, they're having this argument in full tits-out position.]
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[This is objectively the best time to have an argument, because it could potentially lead to hate (that's a strong word) sex, or..
Or more likely the latter, which is them pulling their stuff back on and pretending this never happened.]
I'm not upset! I'm just -- I'm just asking.
[He's making more of a ruckus over this shit than anything leading up to it. Gradually, he's looking more and more flustered...and by gradually I mean all at once more or less. He's blushing hardcore, avoiding eye contact....]
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Does it matter? It's a reaction to stimulation I'm sure. So you didn't do anything wrong.
[Isn't Keith glad he decided to fool around with an alien who is a bigger dunce when it comes to intimacy than he is?]
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[Obviously she was oogling his dick or whatever, but he wasn't 100% sure what had suddenly gripped her focus. Obviously he has an erection about things, obviously--
It's possible Alteans don't get boners and such. Yeeks.]
Why would you even say that?!
[He's not mad he's just embarrassed about his dick okay. It's like someone bringing up an unsightly rash all of a sudden, a lazy eye...]
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[He wanted to know why she was freaked out and that's why! It's possibly they're having a failure of communication here as well as everything else going on. He's not mad but she's getting a little upset about the whole thing and is low-key scooting backwards, not fully disengaging but the distance between them is growing.]
It's getting cold.
[In more ways than one.]
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[The cold is an easy distraction; rather than pulling away he's just kind of slumping to the side, arms spread in offering...invitation? 600 steps may've been taken in reverse, but hey, he's trying to stick around and not freak his freak out about this?! Nudie cuddling is better than a full retreat.
They may save this rendezvous yet.]
If you do that, it'll just get worse.
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She lets out a slow sigh and relents, tentatively scooting back into his arms, into his warmth. It's almost back where they started, but with less clothes so it's hard to know what to consider this now. Should she snuggle up as close as before? Or did he need his space now? How complicated did she just make things?]
I'm sorry.
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Don't be sorry. It's -- [
YES.It's not a sorry situation, hm.] it's not like that.[Should he even attempt to resuscitate their tryst? How does one even? Depending on how she's arranged herself, his semi's either pressing into her abdomen again or resting against a slit of some sort. Apples and oranges, choose your own adventure.]
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Experimentally, she shifts her hips, and maybe she shouldn't have freaked out so much about his fluids, because if he's pressing against her slit at all, it should be pretty obvious how wet she'd gotten from their earlier fooling around.]
Do you want to stop?
[A good question when their parts are already pretty close to party town.]
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But it's cool man, because Keith doesn't know wrong from right, aside from the very heavy feeling that he may have effed this up. May. He's not sure whether she's just adjusting herself or what, but the motions enough to make him squirm, move enough to bump himself impolitely against her thigh.
They've come this far...]
..N.....no?
[To the tune of Vol Tron?]
Should we?
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Maybe we should just-
[And she pulls him down to kiss her again, slowly, closing her eyes and easing back into it. It still feels like she did something wrong, but surely this tryst is salvageable. At least she's stubborn. Stubbornly shoving their faces together and rubbing her thigh against him in turn, with purpose. Trying to reignite some of that passion.]
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A classic case of actions > words. She may feel his dick pulsing back to life just the same, slowly but surely, not that it'd ever gone entirely flaccid -- the whole thing was salvageable enough to reignite his shit in under five minutes.
Even if, in the moment, it was a lifetime scarring event.
So his hips are drawn close, a leg nudges at one of hers. It's all chased with some subtle... subtleish grinding. It's a come up.]
we've been writing this thread for four months
Her hands are still caging his face, urging him to tilt his head into hers as their kisses deepen, feeling the temperature tick back up by degrees, and by the time she feels his not-so-subtle grinding, she feels a familiar coil of desire low in her stomach, making her breath catch.
Instinctively, she gives way to his nudging, easing her legs further to either side of him, (feeling the ridiculous way his jumpsuit is still hanging half off of one leg, but that's unimportant.) As the weight of his hips settles more firmly she opened her eyes to meet his, a quiet sort of affirmation of what they're physically gearing up to do,]
it is my fault,
After all this build up, he ain't tryina fumble here. Not again. He'll draw in a breath, hold it, grip himself by the base and...very casually rub himself against her slit; it's similar to those earlier shenanigans but this time with more purpose; searching...
Because fuck if he's ever put his wiener in a chick before, wtf. This is gonna end up being a perchance happenstance unless he gets a birds eye view of her hooha...and if that happens this whole rendezvous is dead.
So yeah, organically, with purpose, he's tryin'a slip n' slide his way in.]