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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[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?

[She grabs one of each, which leaves one more piece of meat left on him, moving up to feed them to him at his leisure, holding them to his lips and watching that pretty mouth move over them. A smile at the question, and she gave him an arched brow to go with it.]

What, you can't tell? The shit-eating grin isn't giving it away?

I can see the grin, Jess, but maybe I like to know for certain.

[ His hand settles on her side, affectionate even as he licked his lips. The food was really good. ]

[She waits until he's done, leaning down to lick at his lips after him, then giving him a slow, long kiss.]

Mm. Then I'll tell you for certain that I am very much enjoying having you naked and letting me doing this. I like you naked any time I can get it, but this is... fun. I'm not used to fun with sex. I like it.

[ He takes his time savoring that kiss, letting out a low breath as she pulls away to talk. His hand stays settled against her comfortable, though. ]

Well, I'm all for fun sex.

It helps that you have good ideas.

Like using you as a floating buffet table? I have to admit, that was a particularly genius idea of mine.

[What could she say? He looked good naked. He felt good naked. And when he smiled at her like that... goddammit, her insides melted.]

[ He shifts his hand to tug her a little closer, rubbing circles at the small of her back.]

You about done eating or you going for another round on the serving tray here?

[She reached down and picked up the piece of meat, biting it in half and holding the rest out for him.]

Mm, I don't think I could ever be done with you. But my... appetite seems to be changing. I think it's the naked doing it. And the taste of you still on my lips.

[ He leans up just far enough to take his bite, sucking the morsel into his mouth with a mischievous little smile up at her before swallowing it down. ]

Feel like joining me on the naked side of things?

Is that an official request? For science?

[God... his mouth.]

It's an unofficial request. For language arts.

[ And now that there's no more food on him, he shifts in the air and settles back on a chair at the table, pulling her closer as he does to get a kiss.]

[That got a laugh out of her, and she leaned in as he kissed her, her arms going around his neck.]

You've still got sauce on you, Mr. Cunning Linguist.

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