Who: Shades Darker staff and adjacent! What: Staff mingle! When: ALL MONTH WHY NOT Where: Shades Darker probably Warning(s): Probably some chatting about sex & sex work
(GENERAL OPEN POST! Party style, do what you like, tag around, have a good time.)
[ dutch smiles, and there's no uncertainty there. something warm, something a little dangerous, but nothing uncertain. she touches his shoulder, a fleeting touch. ]
C'mon.
[ with that, she starts moving, leaving the wine where it is because she has something other than alcohol in mind now, something else making her feel a little drunk. shades darker is a brothel; there are always empty rooms available. dutch leads they way to one of them.
once the door is closed behind them, she turns to rhys. ] No touching. [ with that, she leans in and kisses him, something slow but no less hard for it. ]
[ Rhys follows Dutch like a horse on a lead. He barely even spares a glance to the drink he hasn't touched or the bartender who eyes them as they leave. His eyes remain fixed on the centre of Dutch's back as she goes on ahead, watching her shoulders move with each step.
It shouldn't be anything special, but it winds that coil in the pit of his stomach up tighter and tighter. He can practically hear his heartbeat in his ears when he steps into the room.
When the order comes Rhys is already halfway through lifting his hands as though he means to settle them on her waist and he has to stop. It's automatic and he sends her a confused look, but then her mouth is on his and he leans into is immediately, pressing back just a little too eager for someone trying to play it cool, as it were. ]
[ it isn't anything special, not really: it's just walking, and then it's just kissing. nothing either of them hasn't done before, nothing they haven't done together before. and still, the air is charged and dutch feels it go to her head. it's different now.
he keeps his hands to himself and presses back, eager for more and eager to please, and dutch licks into his mouth and curls a hand over the back of his neck again and holds him in place.
good boy, she thinks, but doesn't say. not yet. instead, when she pulls back, she studies him for a moment and then orders: ] Take your clothes off.
[ It comes out breathier than he means for it to, distracted and just a little uneven. If he'd said it any louder his voice probably would have cracked.
She hasn't lifted her hand from his neck yet though and the weight of that hold keeps him right where he is even as he moves to bring his hands up slowly, fingers working on the buttons to his shirt. The movements aren't certain, but they aren't clumsy or fumbled either. He just can't really believe they're doing...this. Whatever this is.
Or how into it he is.
Rhys's jacket hist the floor first and he slowly peels out of his shirt a moment after, the sharp lines of his tattoo once more on display for her viewing pleasure. And this time there's the added bonus of being able to see how his cybernetic limb attaches to his body. ]
[ it feels like more. it feels heavier than it should, like they've gone further already than they have. dutch's stomach is tight with want, but her breath comes deep and even. with every breath, with every moment rhys agrees and does what she tells him to, with every item of clothing he drops, dutch feels a little stronger, a little more powerful — and more settled inside herself for it. ]
Good. [ she tells him, and ] Keep going.
[ with the hand not on his neck, she traces the lines of his tattoo, the touch barely-there. ]
[ Barely-there but impossible to ignore. Rhys remains acutely aware of each slow stroke of her fingers, the light brush of skin over his neck. His next exhale is shaky but the way he reaches down to undo the front of his pants isn't. Rhys toes off his shoes and brightly-coloured socks.
When the time comes to push down his slacks he pauses for just a moment, searches her face and feels his heart thrum inside his chest...and then they wind up on the floor too.
[ he pushes his trousers down and then he's in front of her entirely naked, her hand still on his neck and the other barely touching his chest. dutch looks, and then she keeps looking, taking her time with it.
taking her time, because she wants to, but also because she can, because she's almost entirely certain that he'll stay still for her, that he'll wait until she tells him what to do next.
it's intoxicating, that.
she doesn't let him wait for too long before she lets her lips curl into a smile. ] Good boy. [ yeah, she hasn't forgotten that. ]
[ If this wasn't embarrassing enough already, it's about to be now. There's nothing to hide the way his cock, only slightly hard before now visibly twitches and hardens as the blood in his body rushes south in response to those words.
He doesn't rise to a full erection, but Rhys groans miserably as he brings a hands to his face and tries not to look her directly in the eyes. Of all times to do...that. God. What is wrong with him?? ]
[ another time, perhaps there would have been amusement in dutch's tone and gaze at just how eager he is, how easily affected by just two words. right now, it just feels good to know that he is.
when he does look, she kisses him again. it's not quite a way of saying that there's nothing wrong with him, that she likes how easy he is for her, how eager, at least right now, that she's into it. dutch isn't good with words — at least not when it comes to communicating emotion. that she doesn't say it, doesn't even think it, doesn't make it any less true. ]
[ Rhys obeys because what else can he do in a situation like this?
Honestly he expects her to grin. Crack a smirk, offer some sort of quip about "what he's into" or "that was fast"--something wry to pick at him. It's what would have happened back home after all.
What eh doesn't expect is to have her lips on his again, and for that Rhys almost breaks her earlier command not to touch. The relief he feels is written in every tense muscle that lessens with the kiss, in the way he hesitantly and then gratefully responds as he leans into her and kisses back. ]
[ it is fast, but here's the thing: dutch is into it as well. she's into the power of affecting him that way, wondering if she could get him to come with barely any stimulation, stomach tightening at the possibility.
she doesn't break the kiss immediately, but after a while, she does, taking a step back to look at him again. ]
[ As far as reasons to break a kiss go...that's a pretty damn good one. Rhys feels his throat tighten and the swallows to force it down, but probably what's more noticeable is the way his hands go straight to her hips once she's granted him indirection permission to touch.
Rhys may not be a lot of things, but it's a matter of personal pride that he doesn't have many glaring failures when it comes to his partner's pleasure. He and Stacey had their differences and the break-up was less than ideal with sour feelings on both ends, but at the very least that portion of their relationship wasn't lacking. He likes to make sure his partners enjoy themselves which is why Rhys jumps on the chance to do it down, pupils blown as his hands slide up, fingertips drawing greedy lines up her skin until they meet at her front and he begins to undo the front of her top, what parts there are.
Then he's drawing it up and over he head slowly, watching with no small amount of desire when it leaves her in a bra he's all-too-eager to remove from her body and replace with his palm. He hesitates with his cybernetic one for just a moment, seeking her gaze for an answer. ]
[ dutch's lips twitch up in a grin now, humorous. ] Guess it won't get tired if I told you to fuck me with your fingers for hours, mh?
[ which is not an order, but it's certainly permission to touch. she shifts a little, stretching without really moving any limbs, just straightening in a way that pushes her breasts into his palms. ]
[ he's relieved and enticed all at once with the simple action, and when Dutch pushes her chest towards him Rhys finally cups her proper with his cybernetic arm which isn't in fact, cold. If the metal ran cool it would cause all sorts of issues for him after all, the least of which being constantly chilly and uncomfortable.
Rhys takes a moment to feel her, really roll his thumbs over her chest until her nipples pebble and harden before he moves them southward to the front of her pants. Those get undone even faster despite the way he kisses a slow path down her front between each breast. ]
[ dutch drags in a breath and tips her head back a little, letting herself just feel — but when his lips move down a path between her breasts, she settles both hands on his shoulders and pushes.
[ Rhys grunts a little in surprise at the push, but doesn't fight it. He winds up on his knees and looks up with faint surprise, gaze heated and mouth ajar. His legs throb with discomfort but Rhys ignores it in favour of leaning in slowly until his chin brushes her naval and he continues to slowly unzip the front of her pants, fingers hooking in her waistband to draw them down.
When it's just her underwear left he ducks his head and drags his mouth nose across her skin until he encounters the soft fabric of her lingerie, and that's where he chooses to try something bold and a lot sexier than he generally is.
Rhys catches the thin material with his teeth, swallows as blood ponds in his ears, and tugs. ]
[ dutch says, the comment not really chiding though it contains a hint of a warning. right now, she's calling the shots. still, the initiative is appreciated because it is damn sexy and dutch lets herself smile, fingers curling in his hair, holding his head still once he's pulled down her underwear far enough for her to step out of it. ]
[ Rhys curbs himself when Dutch corrects and his hands tighten their hold on his thighs. He moves forward as bade, but he watches her more closely not for direction.
He's still obviously proud of himself for managing to pull that little move off though, and when she finally moves out of her attire entirely he follows on his knees exhaling. He's close enough now that the warmth of his breath brushes across the inside of one thigh.
[ dutch doesn't quite shiver when his breath hits the sensitive skin of her thigh, but it isn't because the instinct isn't there, it's because she knows how to control her body too well.
her lips curl further upward. ]
I insist you do.
[ and she steps forward, weight distributed between spread legs. ]
[ Rhys almost says thank you, but then thinks that might be a little weird? Maybe? It's not really the sort of thing you tell a girl when you go down on them, but then again there's obviously some sort of other...thing going on right now and he's not certain what the rules of their engagement are yet. Maybe Dutch doesn't know either.
What he does know is that he's finally being given permission to touch, even if it's only with his mouth. So Rhys leans in and gives the inside of her thigh a short lick first, just below the snug area between them. It's not quite a tease but neither is it without ulterior motive; he uses it as a starting place to slowly work his way upwards until he can slip his tongue between her folds and part them as he draws it along them, exhaling. ]
[ she doesn't. this isn't anything she's done before, though she's bossed people around in the bedroom, that's not new. what's new is how he reacts to it, how much she likes how he reacts to it.
a thank you wouldn't be the wrong thing to say, even if dutch isn't expecting it. she is expecting the touch of his tongue against her centre, but she still draws in a sharp breath and pushes her hips forward, curling her second hand in his hair as well so she can hold his head still. ]
[ It's like being silently told to stay and continue at the same time and both are things that Rhys is happy to comply with. He actually enjoys the weight of her hand in his hair, the grip she has in it and he exhales in a slow, controlled manner between his last lick and the next, spreading her open wider as his nose brushes just shy of her clit on his way up across her.
He takes his time in spreading her with his tongue, slowly reaching deeper and probing at her entrance, not quite teasing so much as testing, seeing just how much she'll let him explore her body. ]
[ it means both of those things, and dutch lets him explore for a while, breath growing heavier, but after a minute or two, she tightens her grip, a silent command to stay still. instead of letting him set the pace, instead of letting him determine where to lick or to suck, she rolls her hips in a steady rhythm against his mouth, minute shifts in the angle accommodating for any change in position of his tongue until she only feels sparks of pleasure explode with every forward shift of her body. ]
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The grip telling him to keep still, not to move and come to a halt confuses Rhys for a moment. He didn't think he was doing anything wrong. It was the same as what he'd done last time, unless maybe that wasn't what she wanted? For just one brief, paranoid instant he lets his thought run wild...and then Dutch moves. Grinds her hips into his mouth and face and suddenly he gets it and the sharp inhale Rhys takes is audible.
He groans and opens his mouth wider, lets his tongue out and keeps it firm against her when she moves and tries to suppress the eager shudder than runs down his neck and shoulders straight to his cock. He's embarrassingly hard from this but right now that feels almost like that's the point. He's never had someone do this to him before. It's exciting. ]
[ he wasn't doing anything wrong, but that doesn't mean she's just going to let him take the lead. not right now, not when she's seen what it does to him when she puts a hand on his neck — not when the sharp inhale once he gets it and his groan go straight through dutch, stomach clenching with something that goes beyond want.
it makes her speed up, riding his face more insistently, the intensity almost too much to bear until it is and she comes, moaning and twitching helplessly as she rides out her orgasm.
after a moment, she draws back. ] No touching yourself. [ the warning is probably unnecessary. just. give her a moment. give her a moment to catch her breath and then let her look at him, mouth wet with her juices. ]
I want your fingers inside me. [ and his mouth on her again, but they'll get to that. ]
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C'mon.
[ with that, she starts moving, leaving the wine where it is because she has something other than alcohol in mind now, something else making her feel a little drunk. shades darker is a brothel; there are always empty rooms available. dutch leads they way to one of them.
once the door is closed behind them, she turns to rhys. ] No touching. [ with that, she leans in and kisses him, something slow but no less hard for it. ]
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It shouldn't be anything special, but it winds that coil in the pit of his stomach up tighter and tighter. He can practically hear his heartbeat in his ears when he steps into the room.
When the order comes Rhys is already halfway through lifting his hands as though he means to settle them on her waist and he has to stop. It's automatic and he sends her a confused look, but then her mouth is on his and he leans into is immediately, pressing back just a little too eager for someone trying to play it cool, as it were. ]
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he keeps his hands to himself and presses back, eager for more and eager to please, and dutch licks into his mouth and curls a hand over the back of his neck again and holds him in place.
good boy, she thinks, but doesn't say. not yet. instead, when she pulls back, she studies him for a moment and then orders: ] Take your clothes off.
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[ It comes out breathier than he means for it to, distracted and just a little uneven. If he'd said it any louder his voice probably would have cracked.
She hasn't lifted her hand from his neck yet though and the weight of that hold keeps him right where he is even as he moves to bring his hands up slowly, fingers working on the buttons to his shirt. The movements aren't certain, but they aren't clumsy or fumbled either. He just can't really believe they're doing...this. Whatever this is.
Or how into it he is.
Rhys's jacket hist the floor first and he slowly peels out of his shirt a moment after, the sharp lines of his tattoo once more on display for her viewing pleasure. And this time there's the added bonus of being able to see how his cybernetic limb attaches to his body. ]
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Good. [ she tells him, and ] Keep going.
[ with the hand not on his neck, she traces the lines of his tattoo, the touch barely-there. ]
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When the time comes to push down his slacks he pauses for just a moment, searches her face and feels his heart thrum inside his chest...and then they wind up on the floor too.
He doesn't wear underwear. ]
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taking her time, because she wants to, but also because she can, because she's almost entirely certain that he'll stay still for her, that he'll wait until she tells him what to do next.
it's intoxicating, that.
she doesn't let him wait for too long before she lets her lips curl into a smile. ] Good boy. [ yeah, she hasn't forgotten that. ]
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He doesn't rise to a full erection, but Rhys groans miserably as he brings a hands to his face and tries not to look her directly in the eyes. Of all times to do...that. God. What is wrong with him?? ]
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[ another time, perhaps there would have been amusement in dutch's tone and gaze at just how eager he is, how easily affected by just two words. right now, it just feels good to know that he is.
when he does look, she kisses him again. it's not quite a way of saying that there's nothing wrong with him, that she likes how easy he is for her, how eager, at least right now, that she's into it. dutch isn't good with words — at least not when it comes to communicating emotion. that she doesn't say it, doesn't even think it, doesn't make it any less true. ]
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Honestly he expects her to grin. Crack a smirk, offer some sort of quip about "what he's into" or "that was fast"--something wry to pick at him. It's what would have happened back home after all.
What eh doesn't expect is to have her lips on his again, and for that Rhys almost breaks her earlier command not to touch. The relief he feels is written in every tense muscle that lessens with the kiss, in the way he hesitantly and then gratefully responds as he leans into her and kisses back. ]
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she doesn't break the kiss immediately, but after a while, she does, taking a step back to look at him again. ]
Now take off my clothes.
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Rhys may not be a lot of things, but it's a matter of personal pride that he doesn't have many glaring failures when it comes to his partner's pleasure. He and Stacey had their differences and the break-up was less than ideal with sour feelings on both ends, but at the very least that portion of their relationship wasn't lacking. He likes to make sure his partners enjoy themselves which is why Rhys jumps on the chance to do it down, pupils blown as his hands slide up, fingertips drawing greedy lines up her skin until they meet at her front and he begins to undo the front of her top, what parts there are.
Then he's drawing it up and over he head slowly, watching with no small amount of desire when it leaves her in a bra he's all-too-eager to remove from her body and replace with his palm. He hesitates with his cybernetic one for just a moment, seeking her gaze for an answer. ]
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[ which is not an order, but it's certainly permission to touch. she shifts a little, stretching without really moving any limbs, just straightening in a way that pushes her breasts into his palms. ]
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[ he's relieved and enticed all at once with the simple action, and when Dutch pushes her chest towards him Rhys finally cups her proper with his cybernetic arm which isn't in fact, cold. If the metal ran cool it would cause all sorts of issues for him after all, the least of which being constantly chilly and uncomfortable.
Rhys takes a moment to feel her, really roll his thumbs over her chest until her nipples pebble and harden before he moves them southward to the front of her pants. Those get undone even faster despite the way he kisses a slow path down her front between each breast. ]
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on your knees, she means. she doesn't say it. ]
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When it's just her underwear left he ducks his head and drags his mouth nose across her skin until he encounters the soft fabric of her lingerie, and that's where he chooses to try something bold and a lot sexier than he generally is.
Rhys catches the thin material with his teeth, swallows as blood ponds in his ears, and tugs. ]
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[ dutch says, the comment not really chiding though it contains a hint of a warning. right now, she's calling the shots. still, the initiative is appreciated because it is damn sexy and dutch lets herself smile, fingers curling in his hair, holding his head still once he's pulled down her underwear far enough for her to step out of it. ]
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He's still obviously proud of himself for managing to pull that little move off though, and when she finally moves out of her attire entirely he follows on his knees exhaling. He's close enough now that the warmth of his breath brushes across the inside of one thigh.
Rhys wets his lips. ]
Can--can I....?
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her lips curl further upward. ]
I insist you do.
[ and she steps forward, weight distributed between spread legs. ]
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What he does know is that he's finally being given permission to touch, even if it's only with his mouth. So Rhys leans in and gives the inside of her thigh a short lick first, just below the snug area between them. It's not quite a tease but neither is it without ulterior motive; he uses it as a starting place to slowly work his way upwards until he can slip his tongue between her folds and part them as he draws it along them, exhaling. ]
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a thank you wouldn't be the wrong thing to say, even if dutch isn't expecting it. she is expecting the touch of his tongue against her centre, but she still draws in a sharp breath and pushes her hips forward, curling her second hand in his hair as well so she can hold his head still. ]
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He takes his time in spreading her with his tongue, slowly reaching deeper and probing at her entrance, not quite teasing so much as testing, seeing just how much she'll let him explore her body. ]
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The grip telling him to keep still, not to move and come to a halt confuses Rhys for a moment. He didn't think he was doing anything wrong. It was the same as what he'd done last time, unless maybe that wasn't what she wanted? For just one brief, paranoid instant he lets his thought run wild...and then Dutch moves. Grinds her hips into his mouth and face and suddenly he gets it and the sharp inhale Rhys takes is audible.
He groans and opens his mouth wider, lets his tongue out and keeps it firm against her when she moves and tries to suppress the eager shudder than runs down his neck and shoulders straight to his cock. He's embarrassingly hard from this but right now that feels almost like that's the point. He's never had someone do this to him before. It's exciting. ]
i'm honoured!!
it makes her speed up, riding his face more insistently, the intensity almost too much to bear until it is and she comes, moaning and twitching helplessly as she rides out her orgasm.
after a moment, she draws back. ] No touching yourself. [ the warning is probably unnecessary. just. give her a moment. give her a moment to catch her breath and then let her look at him, mouth wet with her juices. ]
I want your fingers inside me. [ and his mouth on her again, but they'll get to that. ]
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