Leave me things or request a starter ★ Slow Tagging ★ I'm bad at sexting ★ Picture Prompt Generators: m/m or f/m ★ kink list but tbh just ask ★ potential tw: underage, drugs, childhood trauma, mental illness, please warn in subject headers ★ in-game/AU continuity optional
[ Rose would be far from opposed to being eaten in all the best kind of ways. Being delectable is exactly the kind of image she's going for in this moment; she'd be happy to know it was working.
Her lips find the strong line of his jaw, pressing gentle kisses to it. Peppering his neck with them. She sighs contently, warm against his skin, at the hand that slides over her hip. He might feel the hint of a smile too once the kisses continue. They'll pause because 1) she needs a bit more concentration to work with one hand at unbuckling his belt (who invented belts anyway, they're so inconvenient) and 2) ]
Of course not, [ she has to answer. A peep of a laugh sounding as she's picked up. ] Where's the fun in that? [ Since this - what they have - is fun. Even for as tumultuous as it can seem at times, how difficult they both might otherwise be. She has fun with him in a way she never had before, never thought she could. Others might catch her fancy occasionally but she doesn't enjoy being with them the way she does Nen; she doesn't love them the way she does Nen. ]
[In the meantime, in Nen's universe, all of Rosie's rivals are dead--
— but also immortal because of it, high-gloss and glorified, preserved in a flattering skew of memories, divorced from their flaws as much as they are from the pleasures of flesh. In many ways, Nen and Rosie have the opposite problems when it comes to love and fidelity. Mired in different things. But it works out more times than it doesn't. It's working out today. If you want to know the truth, Nen loves her flaws as much as he loves the rest of her. The unpredictable agony of her disappearances reminds him he is not inured to loss.]
I would've liked to see Sir Bob's face if you said something about the spirit of cold sore at his door.
[But he leans in, wraps his hands around her hindquarters. Picks her up, tush first, easily despite his own narrow frame. He sets her on the heavy flat of his desk, a smile ghosting his mouth when he feels the metal part of his belt come loose. He skims his fingers over the circumference of her thighs, following the hem around into her groin-- and then he tucks a thumb into the seat of it, sliding past the smooth fabric and into the moisture of her body.]
[ He'll be the one immortalized this time. Long before she is, at any rate, which is something she doesn't like to think about. Dwell on. She knows their time is limited. It's always in the back of her mind, which is probably why she's more prone to spontaneous gestures such as this one. Why she's tried to be less flighty in recent times. It hasn't worked out quite as well as she's hoped, yet. Like they say: If it's meant to be, set it free. If it's meant to be it'll come back, you see.
And Rose always comes back to Nen. ] Almost everyone, [ she corrects, lightly. ] Sometimes I think we're a bit desensitized to disasters.
[ How many times now has the academy come back from the brink of uncertain demise?Too many to count. Too many to care about. All she seems to care about right now, honestly, is getting him out of his pants. Now that the belt is unbuckled, she works fast at unbuttoning the slacks. A hand sliding down smoothly once they're loose, fingers wiggling almost impatiently under the waistband of his underthings. Brushing just barely against the base of his cock lightly, almost teasing in a way. She does like to tease. ]
Kiss me, [ she suddenly demands, shuddering breath at the fingers that tease against sensitive skin growing gradually more slick. She wiggles on the hard wooden surface on his desk, eagerly awaiting the feel of his lips against hers. Eagerly awaiting a lot of things he no doubt has in store for her. ]
[The belt snakes out of its loops. Metal snap clinking the desk an instant, skipping over the surface of the furniture because Nen's helping now, fingers around the leather, pulling the long strip of it free entirely. It isn't actually necessary for her to get at his cock, which is very apparent by now— he's standing free of the open fly of his trousers, hard and a little damp around the head.]
As long as you're still sensitive to everything else.
[There's a smile on his mouth, half-hidden against her face, before he kisses her again. As requested. It's a hungry kiss, familiar and wanting, his tongue prying into her mouth as if he's chasing a secret there. But then the edge of leather brushes her wrist, and he's pushing her arms gently backward, seemingly, merely for balance, even as he leans his narrow hips in between her open thighs. The warm head of his sex meets the nook of her clit at about the same moment that he yanks the belt tight-- snapping her wrists together flush.
And then he's leaned back. Just three inches, enough that she can see him now he's smiling again. Happy to see her. Happy to be with her, in more ways than one. And then he's hitching her closer, starting to squeeze into the soft, tight space of her cunt, his lean shoulders shadowing hers.]
[ It's a gutsy move. One that likely wouldn't have worked at any other time. But the taste of his lips, the run of his tongue in her mouth, that nudge of his tip against her clip has her all wound up. Driven by hormones and tingly good feelings. Paying absolutely no mind to the way he guides her arms back until it's too late. She's always been a little easy to distract this way, maybe. Easily swayed by touches and kisses and the heat in-between her legs. And she doesn't usually regret it.
It isn't the snap of cold rusted metal around her wrists but smooth leather. Still, the emotions the sudden restriction causes to flare up are of a similar vein. A visceral flare of uncertainty, of helplessness. A loss of control. Yet he's smiling, which- She isn't actually sure if that's better or worse. Rationally, Rose knows he is disassociated from then; his smile is one born of love. Enjoyment not in necessarily seeing her confined (or, at least, not the same way) but because she's here and his and - for the most part, for right now - happy.
That he asks her such a question as he's starting to slide into her is so predictably Nen, she can't actually find it in her to be surprised by it. It's the content instead that catches her off guard. A quiet whine of a sound, stifled but still undeniably pleased, escapes her first before she can answer properly. ] Not yet, [ she settles for, looking up at him carefully through her eyelashes. And it's true. The restraint isn't ultimate. A belt could easily be undone, easily slid off or out of if necessary. He isn't keeping her here in any absolute way.
Also, it's really hard to find the desire to run away when that means her chances of getting boned in this moment diminish immensely. ]
[Always happy to oblige. Which is -- funnily true actually, considering they're playing at restraints, that he always is the one who plays at restraint, outwardly more distant, more reserved, refined maybe! in a way that easily implies withholding. But he'd give her almost anything she could want, and even this farcical game is for that.
He closes his fingers around the belt looped around her waist, the white digits a sharp contrast to the dark stripes of leather, and growing whiter as they tighten. Involuntary, mostly. He's getting his dick in her and the feeling makes every muscle in his narrow body clench, bracing against the breaking tide of pleasure. He smiles against her face, vulpine but terribly mortal about it. Boys have been smiling at girls this way since the first humans walked the earth.
He rolls his hips slightly. Working himself back out half an inch, in again. Roving deeper, pulling her toward him, himself inside her. The lace splashes frilly shadows across the tops of her breasts. She's beautiful to him.]
[ Almost. There's always that caveat. Maybe the reality of the problem is that Rose just wants too much. More than any one person can give, even a god, and there's nothing wrong with that, but-
Introspection is subverted by the tandem pleasure and fleeting panic she feels at the belt's grip tightens. An actual moan sounds now at the slight roll of his hips, soft and longing. This 'game' is doing a lot more for her than she wants to admit. That doesn't stop her through from maybe wriggling against its hold subtly, wrist turning and fingers wiggling to potentially get a grip on it herself. She's not being extremely sneaky with the move but still hoping he might not notice.
Her breath flutters as he sinks deeper inside of her, followed by a fluttering of her heart at the next question. Would she? It's hard to say. She hasn't, in the past. For as vulnerable as love makes her, there are still times where she tries to fight it and hide away her insecurities and worries. For as much as Rose wants, she has a hard time giving as much in return. ]
Yes, [ she finally sighs, maybe hard to tell maybe if she's answering his question or encouraging him to continue. It's a little of both, if she's being honest. ]
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Her lips find the strong line of his jaw, pressing gentle kisses to it. Peppering his neck with them. She sighs contently, warm against his skin, at the hand that slides over her hip. He might feel the hint of a smile too once the kisses continue. They'll pause because 1) she needs a bit more concentration to work with one hand at unbuckling his belt (who invented belts anyway, they're so inconvenient) and 2) ]
Of course not, [ she has to answer. A peep of a laugh sounding as she's picked up. ] Where's the fun in that? [ Since this - what they have - is fun. Even for as tumultuous as it can seem at times, how difficult they both might otherwise be. She has fun with him in a way she never had before, never thought she could. Others might catch her fancy occasionally but she doesn't enjoy being with them the way she does Nen; she doesn't love them the way she does Nen. ]
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— but also immortal because of it, high-gloss and glorified, preserved in a flattering skew of memories, divorced from their flaws as much as they are from the pleasures of flesh. In many ways, Nen and Rosie have the opposite problems when it comes to love and fidelity. Mired in different things. But it works out more times than it doesn't. It's working out today. If you want to know the truth, Nen loves her flaws as much as he loves the rest of her. The unpredictable agony of her disappearances reminds him he is not inured to loss.]
I would've liked to see Sir Bob's face if you said something about the spirit of cold sore at his door.
[But he leans in, wraps his hands around her hindquarters. Picks her up, tush first, easily despite his own narrow frame. He sets her on the heavy flat of his desk, a smile ghosting his mouth when he feels the metal part of his belt come loose. He skims his fingers over the circumference of her thighs, following the hem around into her groin-- and then he tucks a thumb into the seat of it, sliding past the smooth fabric and into the moisture of her body.]
Everyone takes medical emergencies seriously.
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And Rose always comes back to Nen. ] Almost everyone, [ she corrects, lightly. ] Sometimes I think we're a bit desensitized to disasters.
[ How many times now has the academy come back from the brink of uncertain demise?Too many to count. Too many to care about. All she seems to care about right now, honestly, is getting him out of his pants. Now that the belt is unbuckled, she works fast at unbuttoning the slacks. A hand sliding down smoothly once they're loose, fingers wiggling almost impatiently under the waistband of his underthings. Brushing just barely against the base of his cock lightly, almost teasing in a way. She does like to tease. ]
Kiss me, [ she suddenly demands, shuddering breath at the fingers that tease against sensitive skin growing gradually more slick. She wiggles on the hard wooden surface on his desk, eagerly awaiting the feel of his lips against hers. Eagerly awaiting a lot of things he no doubt has in store for her. ]
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As long as you're still sensitive to everything else.
[There's a smile on his mouth, half-hidden against her face, before he kisses her again. As requested. It's a hungry kiss, familiar and wanting, his tongue prying into her mouth as if he's chasing a secret there. But then the edge of leather brushes her wrist, and he's pushing her arms gently backward, seemingly, merely for balance, even as he leans his narrow hips in between her open thighs. The warm head of his sex meets the nook of her clit at about the same moment that he yanks the belt tight-- snapping her wrists together flush.
And then he's leaned back. Just three inches, enough that she can see him now he's smiling again. Happy to see her. Happy to be with her, in more ways than one. And then he's hitching her closer, starting to squeeze into the soft, tight space of her cunt, his lean shoulders shadowing hers.]
Does this make you want to run away?
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It isn't the snap of cold rusted metal around her wrists but smooth leather. Still, the emotions the sudden restriction causes to flare up are of a similar vein. A visceral flare of uncertainty, of helplessness. A loss of control. Yet he's smiling, which- She isn't actually sure if that's better or worse. Rationally, Rose knows he is disassociated from then; his smile is one born of love. Enjoyment not in necessarily seeing her confined (or, at least, not the same way) but because she's here and his and - for the most part, for right now - happy.
That he asks her such a question as he's starting to slide into her is so predictably Nen, she can't actually find it in her to be surprised by it. It's the content instead that catches her off guard. A quiet whine of a sound, stifled but still undeniably pleased, escapes her first before she can answer properly. ] Not yet, [ she settles for, looking up at him carefully through her eyelashes. And it's true. The restraint isn't ultimate. A belt could easily be undone, easily slid off or out of if necessary. He isn't keeping her here in any absolute way.
Also, it's really hard to find the desire to run away when that means her chances of getting boned in this moment diminish immensely. ]
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He closes his fingers around the belt looped around her waist, the white digits a sharp contrast to the dark stripes of leather, and growing whiter as they tighten. Involuntary, mostly. He's getting his dick in her and the feeling makes every muscle in his narrow body clench, bracing against the breaking tide of pleasure. He smiles against her face, vulpine but terribly mortal about it. Boys have been smiling at girls this way since the first humans walked the earth.
He rolls his hips slightly. Working himself back out half an inch, in again. Roving deeper, pulling her toward him, himself inside her. The lace splashes frilly shadows across the tops of her breasts. She's beautiful to him.]
Would you tell me if you did?
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Introspection is subverted by the tandem pleasure and fleeting panic she feels at the belt's grip tightens. An actual moan sounds now at the slight roll of his hips, soft and longing. This 'game' is doing a lot more for her than she wants to admit. That doesn't stop her through from maybe wriggling against its hold subtly, wrist turning and fingers wiggling to potentially get a grip on it herself. She's not being extremely sneaky with the move but still hoping he might not notice.
Her breath flutters as he sinks deeper inside of her, followed by a fluttering of her heart at the next question. Would she? It's hard to say. She hasn't, in the past. For as vulnerable as love makes her, there are still times where she tries to fight it and hide away her insecurities and worries. For as much as Rose wants, she has a hard time giving as much in return. ]
Yes, [ she finally sighs, maybe hard to tell maybe if she's answering his question or encouraging him to continue. It's a little of both, if she's being honest. ]