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 Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2022 12:26 am
  ⊙〖OOC: -- ⊙ Today's Outfit: Comfy Winter (Without The Hair) ⊙ Feeling: Content; Partially Aroused ⊙ Money: Who knows?〗⊙( ♬ But I think my mistakes became the chemistry for my miracles... • )
Boundary? Internally, she scoffed. When it came to him, there were no boundaries. There wasn't much that would stop her from connecting to him on any form of existence - including sexually. A new electric-like tingle caressed the bottom of her ear lobe where he had left a last kiss against her skin; leaving her restless for more. She attempted to clear her throat, only to fail miserably. And a he stood, her hands smoothed over his clavicle and steadied around the bottom of his open floral shirt, grasping above the last buttons and working the fabric between her thumb and pointer fingers until it was pulled taut. The bold words that typically left her mouth suddenly felt stuck to her throat - leaving her speechless whilst he maneuvered her body. There would be no end to this feeling for as long as she lived, and even then- That... Hypnotic arousal he induced in her without effort. Her rosy lips parted, the smallest of inhales suckling in rapidly, as she eased back on to one elbow. The other hand quickly snatched what she could of his bicep, curling her fingers firmly into his skin. Of course, he wouldn't let her fall, she knew that, but reflex came first - as did it so happen to align with her dependency on him.
He left her exposed, leaving her heart thudding loudly in her chest; of which she was positive he could hear if he hadn't already picked up on the change of tone around her already; a recent physical trait she often forgot about in distracting times like this. She swallowed hotly and exhaled the breath she didn't realize she had been holding, finally gaining just enough sense to ask what she meant to earlier, "Is that.. Something we need to head home for?" But rather than bold, it came off more as a plead underlined with impatience. She had never been one for waiting long unless she was the taunt-er. If he would have her here, it would only be moments before the door would be locked and the heavy blinds drawn over the chilled windows. There was so much here they could do, after all. And it was... Her place.
( • ... And I think that my tests became my testimonies. ♬ )
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2022 9:20 pm
 
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Did he sense a hint of…well, pushback? The wolf in him felt the impulse to drag her hips to his mouth and work his tongue on her c**t until he made her c** in her pants as a reward for whatever thought she'd just had, but the human part insisted on his words. The wolf part didn't need those boundaries either, but boundaries wasn't a bad word, it didn't mean withholding themselves. Tyrese huffed at her gently, smiling. It was exceedingly difficult not to follow impulses, she'd chipped away at any decency the caution of getting caught might've caused; she'd tainted his office the same way- any moment his mind wandered off his work he suddenly felt that tingle that made him bite his lip, as though he could still smell her scent under his desk and feel her hands on his thighs. He didn't feel bad about returning the favor, on the bar, here in the open so that every time she worked she'd wrestle with the mental image of her legs splayed open as she screamed. ********, control yourself. He exhaled a small growl as his shirt tensed around his torso, twisted and pinched by her hands.
She was quiet but the energy was palpable to explain that. He wasn't quite sure what his mark felt like for her and if it'd given her an increase of insight into what crossed his mind more than she'd already learned to read. He hadn't wanted to ask until now, he got plenty of gratification from his end of feeling her. Storm blue eyes fell to her lips, listening to the intensity of her breath that left them. "Mm, no." He answered simply, gaze moving to the doorway, the window, then to the slight coloration on the walls from the light shining through the liquor bottles. It'd merely mean they wouldn't have to stop when the cold front hit, or to get home if this space proved too uncomfortable. "Let's play a game to decide." Tyrese hummed, eyes back on Aubrey. "Body shots? I tap out first, I ******** you here. You tap out first, we go home and I ******** you there." He smirked.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2023 1:34 am
⊙〖OOC: -- ⊙ Today's Outfit: Comfy Winter (Without The Hair) ⊙ Feeling: Coy; Aroused ⊙ Money: Who knows?〗⊙( ♬ But I think my mistakes became the chemistry for my miracles... • )
The growl that rumbled from his chest extinguished any remaining patience. Whatever his answer, if he wouldn't take her then and there, she would do whatever it took to persuade him otherwise. Any distance traveled without his suffocating grip around her was too long when he left her like this - even inadvertently. Her hands tugged as her lips thinned, a shudder traveling over her shoulder blades like electricity through her arms until they were layered with goosebumps. He'd know her intentions either way. Her knees buckled tightly on either side of his ribs- It felt like eternity awaiting his answer.
A sigh of relief exhaled her nostrils and she leaned forward with eyes squeezed shut, resting her forehead against his bare, olive skin. Her sweater crunched in along with her frame and, suddenly, his scent became that much more apparent to her. She wanted to be enveloped in it until it blinded every other sense but touch out.
She tilted her head back again to meet his gaze. Body shots? Something she hadn't done since her college, and maybe even Koizora, days. In another world, she could still feel the rough green felt of the pool ball table under her back and the strong taste of tequila on her tongue. Lifting her chin, she smoothed her nose betwixt his biceps and- Intrusive thoughts won over- She found herself lightly nipping his skin; not hard enough to pinch, she doubted she could if she tried, but he could certainly feel enough pressure from her front teeth to know she was up to something.
She released as quickly as she bit down at his last words. Rapidly unraveling herself from her relatively pinned position, she all but scrambled for the windows, quickly snapping each set of blinds shut without paying much mind to how well she did it. Her hand closed over the deadbolt, twisting the metal until a loud click ensured her the door was completely locked. No one would be getting in without force... Or out. That same pining sexual hunger rose like a thirst in her throat. Turning on her heel, she peered back at the leering wolf. She hadn't realized the slight pant that arose to her breath, reflecting her desperation, even though she attempted to hide it behind the next coy words. "What I'm hearing is you'll f*ck me here~."
( • ... And I think that my tests became my testimonies. ♬ )
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2024 4:05 am
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God, her body was its own language. The pressure to his ribs as her thighs closed around them- she was speaking loud and clear without the use of her actual tongue. And forgive him if it was a sin, but he loved when the tables turned and it was him driving her more than a little wild- though he liked to think they were, to their own degrees…mm, beastly, regardless of the dynamics. Had she the strength, he was sure she’d peel his shirt off by the seams, but with the revelation that he wouldn’t necessarily delay the payoff at the other end of all his teasing, she relaxed instead. The wolf was all bravado, as Aubrey should know, he wouldn’t make wanting wait if it was pressing; this wasn’t the rolling floods of monsoon season, afterall- Another exception he’d made at an inopportune time, so he had much less of an excuse for a heavy cold breeze. In exchange, though, he did have a little competition in mind to fit the setting. Rather than preoccupying her mouth with biting at his skin, ‘why body shots’ would have been a fair thing to do with her babydoll lips, which Tyrese was a little busy imagining around his- Why: He liked drunk Bree, even if her candidness could get a little cheesy. And though he’d been sober since he was last single, drunk him was a little more fun too, and more up to the task of his goal here.
Was she nibbling on him to give herself a moment to think? His tongue hit the back of his incisors, but it was over, and the lupine was in fact shuffling away to clear himself of the hurried way Bree heaved herself off the bar top. Being rebuffed was out of the question, yet it took until the first set of shutters slammed shut for the motions to click for Tyrese, who quickly thereafter snorted, one hand fixing his shirt back over the area of flesh her teeth had slightly sunk into. Where to play, then? The bar top may be too narrow, and he wasn’t sure the tables could be pushed aside to utilize the booths; perhaps the table itself, should it be that sturdy. While the wolf wasn’t too familiar with the setup behind the bar, he did find his way to the tequila easily enough, playing down the smile that begged to be on his lips as Bree spun his way once more. He put the bottle on the counter top, blue eyes ablaze with knowing. "Yes, my goddess, I will." No ifs, the plans had been in motion since he’d gotten in the car to drive here, besides, had no ever worked with her? "Where are the salt and the limes?" He would let her settle the spot they’d play while he grabbed the pieces they needed, bringing them over with a little hum to himself. "Ladies first."
Nodding to the shot glass, he began untucking his shirt and unbuckling his belt- no reason to bother with smaller details such as. Besides, they were some of his least favorite formalities when it came to being dressed. If he could merely be a loincloth kinda guy, he probably would be. "Mmmm, talk to me while we play. How many times am I ******** you tonight, beautiful."
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