nysalogs | January catch-all

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January catch-all

Who: Clark Kent (

apricitous) & you!
What: Catch-All and some concern about the state of things
When: January
Where: largely Wyver
Warning(s): none so far

[ scouting for reporters | wyver | open]
[ While Clark's put up his message, he's also putting up a few flyers around town with the same basic content; while his focus is the refugee population, just for ease of communication, he's not opposed should any locals show any interest in helping. He obviously can't offer any money since it's not a business as of yet per se or anything but... if you see him, feel free to ask about it. ]

[deserters | outside of the city | open ]
[ There are things Clark can't do, but there are also things he can do, things that he can't not do when it comes right down to it... and one of those things is look out for people. Especially people who are desperately trying to avoid a conflict.

Clark goes there first, asks what they need, and at first he uses some of the funds from his dragon bounty, what was still there. It's after Christmas, so it was a little more scant than he'd like, but he makes up for it by eating less, sitting in the sun more; he'll cook portions for Jessica the same as usual but he can make do himself. Eventually, he does have to ask for money, but he'll run into the city and bring back just about anything. He's also taken to spending the occasional afternoon out there, though, patrolling from the sky or ground to take care of any natural threats that might be stalking the smaller settlements just in case... ]

[ home | wyver | open ]
[ If you happen to come by their house, you'll find Clark at one of three activities: attempting to write something on the current Wyver-Olympia conflict, trying to figure out how he can better siphon some of his paycheck into supplies, cooking the occasional bit of food, and working from a particular book given to him for Christmas as a present, muttering to himself in a strange language that your character almost certainly isn't familiar with. ]

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[ He keeps his eyes closed and his muscles loose even if he's keeping straight not to disturb the food. ]

There is a very select group of people I like looking at me anything like this.

You're one of them.

[ Then, just to be, well, honest- ]

I've done it, a couple of times. Nothing big, just a couple of art schools for a few bucks.

I didn't really love it.

What, like nude modeling for an art class?

[She stepped around him, moving in closer and taking different angles of shits. Some high, some low. Some with the full monty, some with just his upper chest and face. After a few more clicks, she stopped, moving to set the camera somewhere where, hopefully, it wouldn't get damaged if things went the way they were looking to go.]

I might have had an interest in art if we'd had someone like you coming in.

[She comes back up to him, running her hand down along his arm, lifting it so she could set it in her hair even as she lowered her head back to lick a little sauce that had smeared on him.]

[ His eyes are still closed but he lets out a soft sound of want. ]

Yes, like that. I was on the road, there was an ad at the hostel.

The class was nice but... I felt like a specimen.

[ So much of intimacy, of comfort with his body and sex, was tied up in how connected, how close, how comfortable he was with someone. He was never ashamed of what he looked like but he didn't want to be anything but dressed with people he didn't know. ]

Well, considering what I'm sure the feebies would like to do if they got their hands on you, that seems like a valid fear. It's one I grew up with myself.

[She moved a little higher up, tongue flicking over his nipple before she moved to take a bite from a piece of meat resting on his chest.]

No one's going to try that here.

[ A rumbling little sigh, a catch of his breath; with nothing on, it's clear enough how she's effecting him. ]

If only because there is no FBI that we know of.

[She was noticing that, smiling to herself and tempted to go grab the jar of honey stored in the cupboards. Or maybe get him to make some whipped cream...

Smirking, she gave a longer lick over his chest with her tongue, aiming to nibble on a mushroom next.]

And if there were, and they came for you, I'd kick their ass.

[ He was enjoying her mouth on him, but he opens one eye to peer over at her at her assertion.]

I'm sure you would. Though I'd rather avoid that. Wouldn't want you in jail.

Hey, there's always conjugal visits...

[She nipped and nibbled her way up to his chin, her hand moving to grab one of the bits of meat to hold up for him to eat.]

This is a pretty good idea. Best place setting I've ever seen.

[ He leans up to take the bite of meat into his mouth, chewing and savoring it before swallowing down. ]

I can't complain about it from my end either.

I might be tempted to return the favor. It's surprising how much better this tastes with a little bit of Clark seasoning it.

[She waggled her brows at him, her mouth going back down to lick up little bits of sauce, teeth grazing over his nipple before she kept licking her way further down his body.]

I would very much enjoy that.

[ And that is definitely 'sexy voice' there, slightly deeper, a little more playful, warm and syrupy. He'd enjoy licking sauce from her skin or nibbling little crumbs almost as much as he was enjoying this.

And he was definitely enjoying this. It was an effort not to shift his hips. ]

[Oh. She liked that voice. Her hand moved down to his groin, fingers teasing along his length as she licked just by his navel, biting another bit of meat there and humming.]

Getting hungry?

Not as hungry as you. Mmm.

[ He needs a moment to focus around the stimulation. ]

I wouldn't mind a bite or two, though.

Yeah?

[She moved down to give the hipbone jutting out a little a nip, smiling to herself because ha ha, wasn't she hilarious?

Then she gave him a long, slow stroke, mouth moving up to let her tongue flick over the head of him before she used her other hand to grab another mushroom, lifting it up to his lips for him to eat.]

No lie here, I kinda like watching you eat. You have a nice mouth.

[ The little huff he gives at that nibble says everything about the fact that one, it felt very good, and two, that was terrible, Jess. But then her mouth is doing much better things than punning and his fingers are curling in tight to keep from moving. It actually takes him a moment to be able to open his mouth to accept the mushroom, and he makes a point of sucking lightly on one of her fingers to pull the sauce from it before she moves her hand away.]

Thank you. I'm certainly a fan of yours. I think that's clear.

Is it? Huh. Maybe I should make sure that you're really sold on my mouth.

[His lips were soft on her fingers, a small hum leaving her before she gave him another stroke, watching that long delicious line of him for a moment before she fit her mouth around the head of him and started to suck him down.

If her mouth wasn't busy, this would be where 'meat stick' would come in.]

[ And Clark would be thankful that her mouth was busy because that would have sent the food flying and him into a ball of laughter in midair. As it is, it's difficult enough not to reach for her since there was still food on him. It was like the best and worst restraint, the threat of wasting food. And this was just the best kind of torture.]

Jess...

Mmm...

[Hummed around his length, her hands smoothing over him, cupping his balls, sliding under him to grope his ass as she had a very, very good time seeing just how far she could push him into letting her do this.]

[ He'll let her do whatever she wants. How long he can last without moving too much, enough to drop the food, is anyone's guess. ]

Jess... dammit.

[She drew off him slowly, sucking at just the head of him for a moment before she moved her mouth away entirely. Standing there over him, lips a little swollen and a flush over her cheeks, she seemed inordinately pleased with herself.]

I still can't decide which piece of meat I like better.

[ He glances over at Jessica with a low chuckle and he lets his head tip back too.]

Well, I like to think we're in slightly different categories.

Mm, but as much as I can chew on you for days, I'm still going to have an empty stomach. Well... mostly empty.

[Yeah, that was a come joke. She moved up closer to his head again, trailing her fingers up from his groin, down the middle of his chest, and up to his neck, thumb grazing over his jaw.]

I might have to take a few more pictures later. For science.

That was terrible.

But you can take as many pictures as you like. For whatever reason.

[ If it makes her happy, he really doesn't see a reason not to oblige her. He breathes in and out before letting himself settle again. ]

Can I get something to nibble on myself, Jess?

Meat or mushroom? Or should I get something from one of the boxes?

[She leaned down and caught a bit of sauce starting to drip down from his chest along his ribs, lapping it up and taking the meat it came from in her teeth.]

Meat, please. Then a mushroom.

[ Once she takes that piece, he's got enough mobility to reach up and stroke her arm with a little smile. ]

You having a good time?

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