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.)
[ 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. ]
[ The tension of it all is almost unbearable. He can't feel the spasms of warmth around his fingers nor the slickness of her body but Rhys can taste it, hear it, the wet noises his fingers make when they fuck up into her despite the trembling of his thighs or the shortness of her breath. Her nails dig into his skin and all Rhys wants to do his arch his neck bury his face in her forever.
So he does, pressing his tongue hard against her clit even though it aches from holding it firm and still for so long. Even though his face is sticky now from her body, how he can't smell anything but Dutch and Rhys could swear this is the closest he's ever been to that bizarre phenomenon of cumming without being touched.
He doesn't, but it feels like he could, almost. If there was just that little bit more.
Rhys moans into her folds and licks her hard, dragging the expanse of his tongue over her as he shoves his fingers deep. ]
[ it's too much, it's overwhelming, and dutch almost screams when he shoves his fingers deep into her, when his tongue flattens against her and she fucks herself on it again and again and again, the noise barely choked off and controlled. it's too much and it's everything she needs and it takes hardly any time until the tension she feels creeping up her spine breaks again and she comes a third time.
this time, she doesn't even try to keep herself upright and standing. this time, she lets herself shake apart, legs crumbling underneath her in a barely controlled fall to the ground that has her pushing rhys onto his back, one hand still in his hair and the other on his chest, just below the collarbone. it ends with her seated on his thighs, her breasts hanging heavy above his chest, her hips not quite touching his leaking erection but close enough that she thinks he must be able to feel the heat radiating off her centre.
her breathing is ragged, but when she speaks, her tone is almost hard. more controlled and controlling than she feels. ]
I want you to come. [ she doesn't think she could stand fucking him right now, every part of her body too sensitive. so instead she tightens her grip on his hair and looks at him. can you? goes unasked. she could touch him, reach down with her hand and wrap her fingers around his cock and make him, but he's been so good, doing everything she says, and he looks so close — ]
[ Dutch looks amazing. Breathtaking, if he was going to get romantic about it. Everything from the way her hair hangs in attractive tendrils soaked with sweat at the root, her flushed face and the darkened tips of her breasts. The way her chest heaves with each breath and her lips part to deliver her command, tender and swollen-looking.
She's perfect in every way he isn't and Rhys feels a swell of desire run through his body from nape of his neck to the tips of his toes. It coils in his gut and when she pulls on his hair he swears his cock leaks a drop of precum. He can practically feel the bead roll over the tip of his swollen and aching cock.
Dutch tells him to cum and Rhys wishes he could say that that's what does him in. Maybe with more practise, more exposure to whatever it is that this is--but he dosn't merely from her words. No, what does him in is the reflexive twitch his body gives, and abortive flex of his hips that brushes the very tip of himself against the warmed skin on the inside of one thigh, and that brief, fleeting contact is what truly sends him over the edge mere seconds after her orders as quick spurts of white streak his stomach and leave him a shaking, shuddering mess. ]
[ whatever the reason, whatever it was that tipped him over the edge in the end, he did what she asked of him. dutch watches even though she's tempted to let her eyes slide closed, to drop her head forward and just rest. she watches because he looks good like that, shuddering as his cock twitches and empties itself all over his stomach.
it's not until after he's done, cock still and soft, that dutch lets herself sag forward, back curled until her head rests on his shoulder. slowly, carefully, she untangles her fingers from his hair, though only to card them through it again and then again. ] Good boy. [ she mutters, tone pleased, sated. ]
[ Those two short words shouldn't carry as much weight for Rhys as they do, but when Dutch says them Rhys feels something hot and thrilling coil restlessly in his gut before fanning out through every vein in his body. His skin prickles and tingles and he has to swallow before he lets out a shiver and exhales, sinking back into the floor.
It takes a couple of charged, exhausted seconds before he wets his lips and musters the nerve to murmur back: ]
....Thank you.
[ It would sound horrible and cheesy and tacky in any other situation, he thinks, but not right now. ]
Mhhm. [ she hums, acknowledgement of his thanks more than anything, and then she tips her head to press her lips to the closest spot she can find, which just so happens to be the junction where his neck meets his shoulder. ]
You did well.
[ she's not sure why it seems important to tell him that. he did, though: every part of her feels heavy with satisfaction and pleasure, and he'd done everything she'd said. if he'd followed orders that well in a combat situation, she'd tell him he did good, too.
dutch falls silent after that for a while, just resting. eventually, though, she shifts, forcing herself off rhys and first onto her knees, than her feet. she holds out a hand to him. ] C'mon. Shower.
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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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So he does, pressing his tongue hard against her clit even though it aches from holding it firm and still for so long. Even though his face is sticky now from her body, how he can't smell anything but Dutch and Rhys could swear this is the closest he's ever been to that bizarre phenomenon of cumming without being touched.
He doesn't, but it feels like he could, almost. If there was just that little bit more.
Rhys moans into her folds and licks her hard, dragging the expanse of his tongue over her as he shoves his fingers deep. ]
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this time, she doesn't even try to keep herself upright and standing. this time, she lets herself shake apart, legs crumbling underneath her in a barely controlled fall to the ground that has her pushing rhys onto his back, one hand still in his hair and the other on his chest, just below the collarbone. it ends with her seated on his thighs, her breasts hanging heavy above his chest, her hips not quite touching his leaking erection but close enough that she thinks he must be able to feel the heat radiating off her centre.
her breathing is ragged, but when she speaks, her tone is almost hard. more controlled and controlling than she feels. ]
I want you to come. [ she doesn't think she could stand fucking him right now, every part of her body too sensitive. so instead she tightens her grip on his hair and looks at him. can you? goes unasked. she could touch him, reach down with her hand and wrap her fingers around his cock and make him, but he's been so good, doing everything she says, and he looks so close — ]
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She's perfect in every way he isn't and Rhys feels a swell of desire run through his body from nape of his neck to the tips of his toes. It coils in his gut and when she pulls on his hair he swears his cock leaks a drop of precum. He can practically feel the bead roll over the tip of his swollen and aching cock.
Dutch tells him to cum and Rhys wishes he could say that that's what does him in. Maybe with more practise, more exposure to whatever it is that this is--but he dosn't merely from her words. No, what does him in is the reflexive twitch his body gives, and abortive flex of his hips that brushes the very tip of himself against the warmed skin on the inside of one thigh, and that brief, fleeting contact is what truly sends him over the edge mere seconds after her orders as quick spurts of white streak his stomach and leave him a shaking, shuddering mess. ]
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it's not until after he's done, cock still and soft, that dutch lets herself sag forward, back curled until her head rests on his shoulder. slowly, carefully, she untangles her fingers from his hair, though only to card them through it again and then again. ] Good boy. [ she mutters, tone pleased, sated. ]
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It takes a couple of charged, exhausted seconds before he wets his lips and musters the nerve to murmur back: ]
....Thank you.
[ It would sound horrible and cheesy and tacky in any other situation, he thinks, but not right now. ]
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You did well.
[ she's not sure why it seems important to tell him that. he did, though: every part of her feels heavy with satisfaction and pleasure, and he'd done everything she'd said. if he'd followed orders that well in a combat situation, she'd tell him he did good, too.
dutch falls silent after that for a while, just resting. eventually, though, she shifts, forcing herself off rhys and first onto her knees, than her feet. she holds out a hand to him. ] C'mon. Shower.