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 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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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.