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.)
[ 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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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.