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.)
[ 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. ]
[ Wet in more places than one, too. When she pulls back she'll be able to see that he's hard and aching, cock flushed and swollen with want as a think line of precum runs down from his tip, along the length of him. It parts into a thin, clear line that leaks towards the floor, barely a thread's thickness.
Dutch did that to him. Eating her out did that to him, and to be told to touch nothing...
His cock gives a faint, visible twitch as he nods, breath heavier. ]
[ it's unreasonably attractive to know just how affected he is by giving her pleasure, by being told what to do, how much he's into her taking her pleasure from him. she hasn't seen that before, not with any of her partners — not like this, at least. d'avin had wanted her to enjoy it, most of the better ones had, but it had been more mutual, not this kind of power imbalance.
knowing that he's enjoying that? it only makes dutch's grip on his hair tighten, it makes want surge through her body like an electric shock. ]
Let's start with middle and index.
[ she wants to come again before anything else, but looking at his cock, flush and leaking, has possibilities rising up in her mind in vivid detail. ]
[ What he meant to ask with that is if he should use his flesh or his metal ones since people here ahve paid more attention to his cybernetics than back home. Rhys doesn't see a problem with it so much as he felt like maybe he should...ask? They're not cold or anything.
It's nice, though, that she doesn't take his question that way. Despite the heat of it all Rhys feels something sentimental and happy flutter around inside his chest as he nods. or as much as he can with her hand clutched tight in his hair anyway.
Rhys didn't get to last time they were together like this so he takes up his right hand and presents the fingers she requests, pressing them together and sliding them slowly up the inside of her thigh until the brush the sticky mess that's escaped in the wake of her orgasm. They don't feel anything of course, no pain of tactile sense beyond how much pressure to exert or use when gripping objects, but Rhys can see and he makes sure to stroke and slide them along her until they're slick and wet and he can move to press them slowly inside. ]
[ dutch doesn't care. she doesn't care if it's metal or skin inside her, so long as he does what she says, so long as there's pleasure down the line for her. (for both of them, ideally, but she's still primarily focused on her own pleasure, even now that she's already come once.)
she lets out a shivering breath when he slides those fingers into her, wet and sticky, spreading her legs a little further apart, thighs working to keep her steady. once his fingers are all the way inside her, she uses her grip on his head to pull him in, settling herself between his mouth and his fingers. not trapped, but caught between two points of sensation and pleasure. ]
[ He takes the hint easily and starts to lick her clit again, sliding it flat against her while his fingers work their way slowly inwards and out in a rhythm that doesn't quite sync up. It's intentional of course, not meant entirely to tease but rather to work her up. Dutch will tell him what she wants if it isn't enough, that much he knows. He wants her to which is probably the most embarrassing and humbling part of all this.
Rhys has always wanted to be "the boss" as it were. Ever since he was little he wanted to run his own company, and when it had come to Hyperion he had always envisioned himself taking over in Jack's stead. He likes to feel like the Man in Charge, the guy who's always composed and knows what to do. When it comes to sex it's not quite the same--that'd be a weird, gross sort of douchebaggery right there--but he always thought he'd enjoy...leading he supposed. And he did!
He just also really enjoys this too if the way his cock throbs anxiously and another tiny bead of precum leaks from the tip. He doesn't touch it and sinks his fingers further inside of Dutch instead. ]
[ it does get her worked up. she enjoys that, for a moment, the way it doesn't quite match and how that keeps the tension from rising too high too quickly — but soon enough, she finds herself growing impatient again. it's impatience that has her tighten her grip on his neck again, that has her hold his head still more than she did before. ]
Faster. [ she demands, voice rough with lust. ] And harder.
[ even when he complies, she begins moving her hips more insistently against his fingers and face, fucking herself on his tongue, on his fingers. maybe she should feel bad for using him as a tool of her own pleasure. she doesn't, not in the least.
it doesn't take long at all for her to come, but she doesn't let off, choking out a ] Don't. Stop. [ even while she shudders and comes apart above him. there's a third orgasm chasing the second one and she wants it, wants more even as pleasure reaches the tipping point and her thighs tremble. ]
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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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Dutch did that to him. Eating her out did that to him, and to be told to touch nothing...
His cock gives a faint, visible twitch as he nods, breath heavier. ]
Which...which ones?
[ it comes out croaked, weak. ]
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knowing that he's enjoying that? it only makes dutch's grip on his hair tighten, it makes want surge through her body like an electric shock. ]
Let's start with middle and index.
[ she wants to come again before anything else, but looking at his cock, flush and leaking, has possibilities rising up in her mind in vivid detail. ]
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It's nice, though, that she doesn't take his question that way. Despite the heat of it all Rhys feels something sentimental and happy flutter around inside his chest as he nods. or as much as he can with her hand clutched tight in his hair anyway.
Rhys didn't get to last time they were together like this so he takes up his right hand and presents the fingers she requests, pressing them together and sliding them slowly up the inside of her thigh until the brush the sticky mess that's escaped in the wake of her orgasm. They don't feel anything of course, no pain of tactile sense beyond how much pressure to exert or use when gripping objects, but Rhys can see and he makes sure to stroke and slide them along her until they're slick and wet and he can move to press them slowly inside. ]
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she lets out a shivering breath when he slides those fingers into her, wet and sticky, spreading her legs a little further apart, thighs working to keep her steady. once his fingers are all the way inside her, she uses her grip on his head to pull him in, settling herself between his mouth and his fingers. not trapped, but caught between two points of sensation and pleasure. ]
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Rhys has always wanted to be "the boss" as it were. Ever since he was little he wanted to run his own company, and when it had come to Hyperion he had always envisioned himself taking over in Jack's stead. He likes to feel like the Man in Charge, the guy who's always composed and knows what to do. When it comes to sex it's not quite the same--that'd be a weird, gross sort of douchebaggery right there--but he always thought he'd enjoy...leading he supposed. And he did!
He just also really enjoys this too if the way his cock throbs anxiously and another tiny bead of precum leaks from the tip. He doesn't touch it and sinks his fingers further inside of Dutch instead. ]
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Faster. [ she demands, voice rough with lust. ] And harder.
[ even when he complies, she begins moving her hips more insistently against his fingers and face, fucking herself on his tongue, on his fingers. maybe she should feel bad for using him as a tool of her own pleasure. she doesn't, not in the least.
it doesn't take long at all for her to come, but she doesn't let off, choking out a ] Don't. Stop. [ even while she shudders and comes apart above him. there's a third orgasm chasing the second one and she wants it, wants more even as pleasure reaches the tipping point and her thighs tremble. ]
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