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Who: Everyone
When: Day 13, afternoon
Where: Public Lounge

[ Guess who's trying to earn as many Sparks as possible? This guy. So on Day 13, sometime during the day each Team may have received a quick visit from this guy, encouraging them to come to the public lounge during the afternoon to partecipate on a get to know each other exercise. For anyone who asks, he'll explain on very generic terms that it's just a game of truth or dare or kiss, and he's going to try his best to convince people to actually show up.

For those who do show up at the public lounge in the afternoon, he's going to explain the basic set up ]

All right, so, the whole thing is pretty simple. Usually, I guess there should be something to spin or help with randomly selecting people, but that's going to get complicated, so let's skip that one. You see someone you want to get to know, you partner up with 'em.

Here's the rules. You ask your partner to pick Truth or Dare, and ask or provide your challenge accordingly. As the person who's been asked or challenged, you will have the option to back out of it by kissing your partner instead. Doesn't have to be anywhere specific, there's kids here.

You won't win anything out of it except, huh, my gratitude for taking part, I guess.

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[She has no plans to stop. He's given her what she wanted, so she will give him what he needs.

A voice at the back of mind tempts otherwise, but she silences it promptly--it's much too early for that sort of thing. It's a give and take, and if she's honest at the moment, she is glad for his resounding moment of shattering because no longer holding back means that she gets to enjoy him much more thoroughly as well. She will not pretend to put her own denial on the same level as his, but she covets and she craves. He is hot and strong in her mouth, and even if they are driven by desperation, the thrusting of his hips are so unyielding she cannot help but find it so helplessly attractive.

She also cannot help but think of his hips being elsewhere, for that matter. But for now, her eyes slip shut the better to pay attention to him. His voice. His taste. her mouth and fingers never stop working. Not until he's finished.]

[ He is absolutely down for discussing his hips being elsewhere after he's given a little bit of recovery time. Probably not too long, he's still fairly young and his libido is strong.

But for now, he's losing himself in her mouth. And he's close, he's so close-- He can see the edge coming, and he barely has the presence of mind to warn her. ]

I'm gonna--

[ And then he's coming, hot and strong as he continues to thrust into her mouth, running after those extra few seconds of ultimate pleasure. It's amazing, it's so good and he's babbling out incoherent praise as he rides out his orgasm. ]

[She has done this enough that she can sense it before he says anything and is already dipping her head lower to take him all in. To the hilt. Again and again, liquid heat hits her throat and she slowly draws herself up as she swallows, wanting to catch the last of it on her tongue. She's always enjoyed the taste, but she needs to know what his is like.

It's salacious and she relishes in it the way she opens her mouth to let him see what he's done but also done to her. Her face flushed, lips fuller for their effort, pupils absolutely blown.

She drinks him down and it's surreptitiously calculated how she doesn't get all of it, a line of white slowly rolls down the side of her mouth before she sweeps it up with a finger and sucks it clean, her teeth showing around it before she draws it free.]

Delicious.

[ Aidios that's hot.

He's coming down from his orgasm now, pupils still blown out from the sensations even as he works to take in this sight, his cum dripping down her face. The pleasure in her eyes, her mouth, her words. ]

You look fucking amazing.

[ As if she wasn't aware how he'd felt about her as she'd wrung every last drop of his orgasm out of him. He leans in to murmur into her ear, husky and low: ]

Your turn.

Edited 2019-02-24 10:09 (UTC)

All thanks to you, really.

[So nice to be appreciated. Truly. She is not thinking of any unpleasantness in detail, it's not a conscious decision either, she has singular, better things to occupy her mind.

But she does enjoy the feeling of competence and surety, that, no matter what happens or what her undeath throws at her, she can still do this much. There is no mistaking his gratitude, but it actually cuts both ways, more than she will say.

Her eyes flutter to hear his hot breath on her ear and she worries her lip with her teeth as she listens.

She is too far gone to feel panic or self-disgust, but not so much that she can simply give him that. At least, for now. What is a girl to do? He needs a little break, she knows that much (sigh, this has always been the most difficult part), but until she can stir him wanting again, there's no harm in having a little o what he wants.

She rises up and straddles his thighs, though she is deceptively careful not to rest any weight upon them and she takes his hands in hers, guides them to the bare skin of her waist, to bottom of her puffy crop top before she lets them go, leaving him to do the rest.]

[ Sorry that dicks can't pop immediately back up, 80H. The spirit is willing but the cock needs a break.

The rest of him certainly doesn't though, and he's burying his face in the space where her neck and shoulders meet and nibbling even while one of his hands inches slowly up her shirt and towards those amazing breasts he was admiring earlier. His other hand is still woven into her hair, holding onto her with a loosened grip that teases at the possibility of more.

Is she wearing a bra? Or are her breasts unhindered, free for him to instantly seek out her nipples and tease at them? Well, he's about to find out one way or the other. ]

[She is wearing a strapless bra yes because she is a proper lady of good breeding who would never do anything untoward like, go without, most of the time.

But she sighs pleasantly at the nibbling, her hands rubbing along his shoulders. She's filled with such eager, hungering energy and with a limited outlet at the moment.]

[ He moves that hand in her hair away and down, down towards her back-- he's aware, distantly, that front-snap bras exist but his first guess is that this will be a back-snap bra. Which does in fact mean, if he cared to ponder about that, that he's familiar enough with how women's bras work that it wormed his way into Important Things To Know When You Have Amnesia.

He is not examining that, though. Why would he? He's much more interested in examining 80H's body. While the one hand is searching for the bra snap, the other is lightly massaging at her chest-- fingertips brushing where a nipple might be, exploring. Anticipating.

And in the meantime, he's working his way towards giving her an almighty hickey unless she makes any sound whatsoever of protest against it. ]

[She does not protest, far from it. The way she groans, low in her throat, can only be taken as encouragement.]

How naughty of you, truly.

[It's not a serious chide, naturally, but the pressure of his sucking is exciting and inhales, just shy of sharp, but her fingers grip his shoulders a little tighter.

her chest is, well it isn't inconspicuous, that is for certain. It is all warm, bountiful curves and softness.

Sensitive.

Even through the fabric feeling his fingers brush against her nipple brings it that much closer to attention and her lashes flutter.]

[ Her reactions are gratifying. Very gratifying. He manages to make quick work of the clasp once he locates it, freeing those bountiful breasts from their cloth prison. He tugs it gently out from under her puffy crop top and sets it aside, somewhere at the foot of his bed.

He's trailing kisses down her chest now, towards the nipple he'd teased through her bra. It's slow going, but when he gets to his goal he flicks at the nipple with his tongue before swirling it slowly around the areola.

Meanwhile, one of his hands is trailing downwards, towards the waist of her skirt. Depending on how easy the access is, he'll even slip it inside and move downwards slowly. ]

Edited 2019-02-24 11:30 (UTC)

Mmm...

[Clothes are important, but she does not care half a whit what happens to hers. He could tear them off her for all she cares. ~~Something to work towards later, perhaps.~~ She tries to keep her breathing steady as he kisses his way down, but she hisses softly when his tongue makes itself known, flicking the stiff nub before it makes a slow circuit around it. It's good, and the tension of wanting so badly intensifies her reaction as she gasps and hard.

But access is easy and she does not stop him, though one of the hands on his shoulder trails down his bare, strong chest, all the way until she reaches to see how far along he is.]

[ He sucks lightly at the breast before worrying her nipple lightly with his teeth, then moving back just far enough to blow lightly on it. Satisfied with his work on that nipple, he moves over to the other breast to give it the same attention.

All the while, the hand down her skirt works its way towards the center of her legs, down down until he's seeking out her clitoris with his thumb. It takes him a moment but once he's located it, he starts rubbing it in slow circles.

As far as his own body goes, his cock isn't quite up and running yet but there's signs of life-- it's doing its best to get up and ready. It almost assuredly won't be long before he's fully ready to go again. ]

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[Her brow quivers and she sucks in her bottom lip as he sucks her lightly--everything he does is so light--but she won't ask for more, won't give him that inch. her hips move slightly trying to catch more of his thumb while the fingers of one hand slide up his shoulder over his neck and thread themselves in his locks.

It always feels better when it is someone else's hand and that sensation is magnified tenfold for the painful absence of partners of late. Her breath is already shuddering and she doesn't know if she will be able to last long this first time.]

[ He'd give her much more if she asked, lose the light touch entirely-- but she doesn't ask, she's really just as stubborn as he is in her own way. So he keeps the attention to her breasts thorough-- but gentle.

He's noticed the shuddering of her breath though, the way she's moving against him. He suspects she won't last long enough for him to get his mouth any lower this time, that she could come undone so easily just from the touch of his hand. It's a pity, he did want to know what she tastes like-- but there can be time for that. He doesn't intend to let her leave until both of them are completely sated, and if she's this close so soon-- she's up for a few more rounds.

Good. So is he.

Although he's continuing to tease at her nipples with his tongue and his teeth, the majority of his focus is on the hand moving against her clit. He'll keep the slow pace there, paying close attention to the sounds and movements she's making. ]

[She will try to hold out, but, at the same time, she's aware she can't last long. There's no point on going all in on a losing hand when she can't bluff her way out of it. Better to simply embrace the inevitable and play harder the next time.

Because, oh yes, there will be a next time. And a time after that, and after that. Knowing that is a comfort in the face of finishing so quickly--this is simply an overture, this song has yet to begin.]

Mmm--I hope you did not have any plans.

[They are suddenly canceled as far as she's concerned, and if he thinks otherwise, well, she is quite confident in her abilities to convince him otherwise. She wants--needs him right now, she won't give him up for anything.

If only he'd give her more--it isn't that she could not get off to slower attention, and she will even if he keeps his current pace--but it's going to take time better spent doing other things.]

[ He pulls his mouth away from her nipple, just far enough to speak-- though the warmth of his breath is fully on her. ]

You are my plans now.

[ He's adaptable! For emphasis, sucks on her nipple, hard, and starts moving the thumb at her clit faster. The slow pace is nice, but the promise of more has him wanting to push her over that edge faster, get her off the first time so they can fully wear each other out. ]

[She does not think charitably of her breasts typically, but anything negative is so far from her mind, all she wants is for him to do what he wants to them with his mouth until they're raw--]

I am--mmm--pleased to hear--ah!

[He is sucking that much harder suddenly and it catches her off guard. She gasps, her neck arching and hips jerking as she tries to catch more of it. Yes, that's good, that's so good, just like that--

She comes like lightning.

It's sudden, violent, devastating. Her fingers grip his hair tightly as hot wetness shoots from her, her thighs quiver and she cries out so abruptly it's like it was forced from her. She whimpers gently and does her best not to slump against him.]

[ Slow build is nice and fun, but there's something devastatingly attractive about making her suddenly and forcefully come like this. He keeps the pace of his thumb against her relentless until he's rung every bit of that orgasm from her, keeps his mouth eagerly and intently working at her breast.

And when she's finished-- she doesn't rest her weight fully against him, he can tell by the way she's holding herself and he thinks he wouldn't mind if she did. (Of course, he might change that tune if he realized she weighs much more than she looks.) But it's fine this way, more than fine. ]

Mmmm, now that's what I like to see.

[ It's enjoyable, seeing someone come and knowing you're the sole cause of that! He's finding he enjoys it as much as getting off himself. Speaking of which, he's hard again-- he's ready to go for round two, libido more than active from the sights and sensations of her coming in his hand. He'll give her a moment first, but in the meantime he's moving back towards that hickey he'd been working on earlier. It could stand to be darker, surely. ]

Edited 2019-02-25 05:37 (UTC)

[She doesn't need to breathe anymore most of the time, if she does it's often just a habit, but this is one of the few times where it is actually useful. Where she's built up enough heat inside that it needs to be vented.

She feels warm and light as she rides it out, but she's hardly satisfied. She knows he isn't either.

She purrs contently as she starts to come down, and a little more when he goes back to that hickey. What a little troublemaker, honestly, but she hardly minds it. Bruises, scars, they never remain on her body for long so she's always been fascinated by them.

He can keep at it, but she is going to shift from her position to lie down on the bed and pull him after her.]

This is what I like to see.

[ He lets up on marking her long enough to comfortably shift positions, moving along with her until he's staring down. His hair's in his eyes and a vague thought floats through his head that he really should find some way of taking care of that-- later perhaps. ]

You make a compelling argument.

[ He moves his hands up her legs, the better to hike up the skirt he'd never bothered to remove from her until he's got much easier access to where he wants to be. He tugs at her panties, making quick work of getting them at least most of the way down her legs before he returns his mouth to that hickey and uses one of his hands to brace himself with while the other starts pinching at her nipple.

He glides his cock against her folds, still slick and wet from her own come. It's not where he intends to go with this-- he wants to feel himself inside her this time, not her mouth but the warmth and heat of her. But it's a start, a glorious start that promises much more and much better. ]

Edited 2019-02-25 06:17 (UTC)

Hm. I am very good at doing all sorts of things with my mouth.

[She lets her eyes flutter shut as his hands travel up her smooth skin. They leave gooseflesh in their wake as she savours the feels and the anticipation that they give rise to as a result.

It's a lot of skirt, but, thankfully, the material is actually very light for the most part and easy to bunch up. She sighs gently as he pulls down her panties, threads of wetness breaking apart the lower they go and air caressing her heat. He isn't one to sit idle it seems and her hand slips into his hair again as resumes sucking at her skin and teasing her breast.

Until she stiffens and arches suddenly, eyes shooting open. She didn't see so she could not know until it happened--the feel of him gliding against her extremely sensitive folds. The breath shoots out of her in a gasp as a jolt travels up her spine.]

Ahh--

[He will meet no resistance whatsoever as he moves between her almost oppressive desire for him and being made to come, she is so very generously wet. Her free arm winds around him and her hips jerk involuntarily. More. She needs more. gods, she needs to feel him inside.]

[ He laughs lightly against her neck at those words, remembering that fantastic blowjob she'd given him. ]

That you are.

[ He murmurs the words against her skin before he groans at the way her hips jerk, the way she moves against him. She's still plenty eager it seems. Good. He wants her too. It's tempting to slip right in on the next stroke, but he ops instead to thrust against her once more, twice before he enters her in one smooth move on the third stroke-- while he presses his lips against hers at the same time, his tongue entering her mouth at the same time his cock enters inside of her. ]

[Her neck is extremely sensitive and while she doesn't smile she makes a pleasant sound to hear him laughing against it. it's a nice sound and it feels good.

But she is stolen from the safe and pleasant to the dangerous and thrilling when he moves against her again. she just came--even if the worst has abated, she is still incredibly sensitive and Crow is large enough that she can feel him rub up against her nub as he slides through her wet folds. It's a lot to contend with, the start of a cruel tease whether he means it or not, but suddenly he's--

He's inside her. Filling her. Making her whole with his cock and his lips and his tongue and she immediately, jealously tightens around him, forbidding him freedom. She does not mean for all of it to happen, did not think it could but she moans into his mouth, her tongue finding his as more wetness seeps around him.

It's not as intense as the first, but she came again, just from having him inside her.]

[ She's coming again, already,and he's startled enough by it that he almost forgets to move. But he doesn't forget, grinding into her and against her until this second orgasm has a chance to fade away...

....and then he's pulling away from her mouth to press his forehead against her shoulder and laugh into it. He's still rock-hard inside of her, but he's not moving for a moment because it's so damned funny. ]

Seriously? Already?

[ It's not said harshly, but he can't help but tease her about it. Though he had to wonder just how long it had been for her if she was this trigger-happy. ]

[She's been really S, but it's hard to imagine she was so coy and uncompromisingly dominant not too long ago when she very suddenly makes tomatoes look pale.]

Don't laugh at me!

[It's an exclamation but a quiet one and borderline a whine as that "me" trails off a bit like "meeeeeeeeeee". She just has to slide her glasses off so she can press the palms of her hands against her eyes and she groans in despair everlasting.

She wants to die. She's already dead and she wants to die.]

I am so sorry.

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