The Stockroom of After Hours (Invite or Ask)

[Mephistophelily]

*The smile quickly fades off to a mere tiny smirk, hidden by the parting of her lips for a soft moan as his fingers wander and tease. Just enough to set off that want, that whimper and ache...*

Gah-! Ha...

*Her head follows his pull, eyes closing as the faint smirk remains. His lips to hers keeps them closed, the feel of his tongue against them bringing them apart as she groans against his mouth, hips already attempting to move her against his pressing fingers*

 

[Mister J]

*He feels her press against his palm, her hips rocking along with his every movement. But that won't be enough for him. With that same hand he grips the rim of her pants and tugs them down and off of her hips. She has to lift up slightly so he can pull them completely off, but she already knew that. He tosses them somewhere, too busy to care where. His tongue plays with hers, intertwining about in and out of her mouth. He licks at her lips before diving back in, always playful it seems. His hand runs back up her leg. He likes the feel of her soft skin against his worn and callused hand. Her panties are soaking wet. He almost snaps the band tugging them off too.*

 

[Mephistophelily]

*his eager hands encourage her as well, the light puffs for breath against his lips mixing into a wanting whine and frustrated growl at the barrier between his true touch and her skin. Kissing him harder as the fabric is pulled down, her hips twisting to help in the removal and give him full room to touch. The warmth of his hand against her skin brings out a soft coo of happiness, buried between their lips. His fingers want more, the gruff attack on her panties giving away what he's after.

He's going to rip them...
...does that even matter right now?

Wriggling, trying to offer her help, the anxious throb inside her already riled by his touch and grip, the simple presence of him.*

I want....

*Attempting to talk around his kiss, her own flurry of thoughts and wants and broken up words.... Not working very well.*

I...
Please, puddin'...

 

[Mister J]

*His own pants are slipped off in a quick awkward shuffle. He kicks off the jeans and boxers to some corner of the room. Next his shirt. He reaches back and tugs on the collar behind his neck, breaking the kiss for just a second or two. The shirt slides up over his back. He hurriedly tugs it the rest of the way off and flings it away so he can lock his hungry lips back onto hers. He slides his hips between her legs, letting them come up around him. The underside of his hardened shaft rubs against her lips. He grinds into her, just skin on skin for a moment, enjoying the teasing sensation. But like before, it isn't enough. He wans all of her. His hips back away to let his hand down there. He quickly adjusts himself, his head pressed firmly against her entrance. The hand moves to her shoulder as he finally pushes past her lips, the sensation rushing up and through his body like a wave. He groans, his lip quivers. This. He could never forget this.*

 

[Mephistophelily]

*her heart's racing now, antsy legs quivering as he strips down and repositions, lips reclaiming his for a moment before he gives a teasing test between them... Agonizing wonderful friction that causes her to rock and writhe, fingers gripping at the bed as her lips tighten, anticipating the feel of his entry and-

It stops... Briefly...
A light happy cry comes from her as he finally guides himself in, the press of his length slowly filling at first causing her legs to tighten against him as his hand clutches her shoulder. Deeper... A firmer grip from both fingers and thighs, her own hands managing to release the bed to instead reach for him, her body rocking to meet him. A smile settles on her face, of both bliss and longing, her body reflecting this with the sound of slick friction between them*

 

[Mister J]

*It's almost overwhelming. The hairs on the back of his neck are on end. The muscles along the back of his thighs tense up for a second before he slides back out again. Then his back arches towards her, his hips meeting hers again. He dives deeper inside. The soft tender flesh pulling and stroking him with every inch devoured. He breaks the kiss for just a moment, his eyes flash open to see her reaction. He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes again and with another thrust forward he leans into her, letting his arm slide under her. His other meets it, wrapping both arms around her body and holding her tightly. His chin rests on her shoulder. Every sound, every groan, every deep breath, echoing in her ear.*

 

[Mephistophelily]

*her body aches... A good ache, wonderful ache. One that's been waiting and begging to come back, be brought about by him. His harder thrusts jar her slightly, a broken groan and sharp breath forced through with the first. His firmer hold leads her own atms against him, cradling his back, fingers clinging, nails raking... Perhaps a touch too hard. The warmth of his breath against her ear the sound of his own enjoyment- god, it's just.... So....*

*she leans up, burying her head into him. A gentle nip to his skin, a heavy cry muffled against him. Her hands can't let go. Cling to him, keep herself tethered... Her upward press welcomes his thrustings, her eyes tightly closed as she whines again*

 

[Mister J]

(Sorry, lil one woke up.)

*He nips at her ear, runs his lip across her neck. He loses track of himself, lost somewhere inside her. Doesn't matter. The taste of her lingers on his lips as he pushes into her again... and again... and again. The motions seem to blur together, lost in a sweat covered haze. He groans into her ear again, feeling her nails dig lines across his back. His body shudders suddenly. He's close. No... he wants to hold on. Go slower, calm yourself. But he can't, she's enveloped him completely and the urge to pour himself inside is overwhelming. The sensation sends shivers all through him. He bucks his hips hard against her, letting himself go completely. Each wet smack of his skin against hers brings him closer.*

 

[Mephistophelily]

(no worries, darlin'.)

*A tighter clench of fingers and thighs keeps her close, the feel of his teeth and lips drawing the moans to long blissful stretches as he continues, her lips trembling before they tighten together. Her back arches once more, the attempt to keep her noises muffled against him defeated as her head falls back against the bed. It's getting so hard. It had been too long...*

I- I don't.... Haa... I don't think I can...

*A twist of her hips, a new reangling... A surprised, amazed quick little noise spurred by it and encouraging her to attempt to hold on, her body now begging to hit its peak that he's brought it so close to finding*

*another growl mixed into a moan, deep and wanting, her nails clutching into his back*

 

[Mister J]

*One hand slips out from under her as his hips swing forward. He slams his palm against the wall, his arm glistening with sweat. His shoulder twists slighty, the muscle tightening. He brings his other hand out, his fingers curl around her shoulder. His head hangs down, teeth clenched, chin hovering above her own. He wants her to see.*

I...I..

*In one sudden burst of force, he buries himself inside her. His whole body quivers. His back muscles arch and stretch, then tense and tighten. His thighs and knees lock up. He drags nails down the wall and clenches her skin. Then he jerks forward, letting out a deep groan. His warm seed rushes out, filling her. Another jerk. His forehead touches hers. His hair is matted against his skin. A drop of sweat hits her cheek. He shivers, still spilling himself inside her.*

 

[Mephistophelily]

*jumps slightly at the impact of his hand, eyes opening to look up at him with awe and lust, lips parting as a soft pant continues. The look on his face... She groans again, shuddering as his expression changes, the efforts made finally reaching their limits-*

...yes...
*a smile, a whispered, hissed word as his breaking point comes, the final hard firm thrusts and sound of him spurring her own body to cross that brink, her breath catching as her sex clutched to him, the wave of pleasure seeping across her ad the warmth of his heated forehead met het own. A moment...or two... A return to earth... A laugh, small and quiet... And a smile. A big one, as she closes her eyes.*

...thank you....

 

[Mephistophelily]

*unlocks the door from the club entryway, flicking on the lights and noting that still buzzing, barely holding lightbulb in the center of the ceiling*

Ah. Should have asked him to help with that... Well. Got a little... Sidetracked. Quickly.
*begins working on changing the old bed's sheets, the buzz getting louder, the flicker more ominous*

Okaaaay. I get it.

*fetching the stepladder from the far wall, clacking it open and delicately climbing up*
Stupid heights... Stupid light...

*peeks back down*
I really need to straighten up in here.

 

[Apollion]

Need some help?

*He smiles, leaning against the doorframe and looking up at her as she pondered the state of the room*

 

[Mephistophelily]

*Jumps a little, peering back down as she clings to the top of the ladder, smiling a tad at the new arrival*

Hey there. Uh... Yeah, a hand with this ladder would be great. I'm not exactly friendly with heights, and this thing's certainly seen better days...

*Stretches up to grab at the light, wincing a bit as she loosens it, her upper torso contorting a bit to get to the nearly gone bulb, laughing a little*

As much as I love my kitten outfit, I'm pretty sure even that wouldn't keep me from falling flat on my face from up here.

*A realization hits then, her attention shifting as she peers down at the SunGod nicknamed man* Kitty outfit... Ohhh, that's right. That had you all curious, didn't it?

 

[Apollion]

*Nods, holding onto the ladder for her. As she stretched to unscrew the bulb, he couldn't help but let his eyes wander over her sexy body through the rungs of the ladder. Upon her question, he gave her a smirk.*

Well, it was you that made me curious... the outfit, however, made that curiousity into a little desire...

 

[Mephistophelily]

Oh, is that so? *Smiles down at him, peeking up again just enough to slip the new light into place and starting back down slowly* Thanks for the hand. Terribly shaky thing.

*Gives a little shrug, thumbing toward the boxes* That's one of the big perks of my club. All these? Filled with so many wonderful things. My costume obsession.... Completely satisfied. A few other people's obsessions are easily met with a few of these, too...

*A little blush starts to fill her cheeks as the thought of a few past incidents with some of the crates comes to mind, her throat clearing after a moment and a bigger grin being given*

I bet even you could find something you like in here...

 

[Apollion]

*The smirk softens into a smile, her words enticing to his ears.*

Things that I would like... hmm...

*Slowly, he began to pace the room, looking at every crate and it's respective label. After circling the entire room, he found himself behind her. With a playful grin, he wrapped his arms around her waist.*

It wasn't in a crate, but I think I just found what I like.

*He leant his head down and placed a gentle nibble upon her neck.*

 

[Mephistophelily]

*smiles as he starts to explore the room, at first starting to busy herself with one of the open boxes beside the bed. An old prop or two, an old magazine, some cups...

And an arm.
Around her waist.*

Funny, Mister Apoll...oh...

*shivers and smirks, her head cocking to the side as she closes her eyes. Tickles, shivers. What an odd combination that spot sets off for her... Wriggles and little squeaks of laughter twined with a whimper*

 

[Apollion]

*His tongue slowly grazed up along her soft neck as his hands slowly rose, grasping her soft breasts and massaging them gently.*

Nnnn... hello, Kitty...

*Raising a hand from her breast, he gently turned her head towards his, letting his gaze penetrate hers in a moment of passion before their lips met, his kiss deep and wanting.*

 

[Mephistophelily]

*A little smile turns to a light gasp as his hands roam upward, the gentle grip he places upon her chest making her heart beat a bit faster. Yep, he's certainly on the hunt for 'things to like'... She laughs a little at that, the sound halting as his fingers touch her cheek, guiding her face toward him. The look in his eyes.... It was a curious thing... One that made the smile fade slightly, her eyes close again as his lips found hers. She shifted, an arm reaching back, gently grasping his shoulder, her body twisted slightly as a light purr passed from her throat*

 

[Apollion]

*He gave her another kiss, and another. Her lips were as sweet as honey and he wanted more. Smirking, he let his hand roam playfully along her front, teasing her exposed stomach and finally resting between her legs, rubbing there gently.*

Oh, my... It seems the thing I like... likes me as well, hmm?

*A gentle wink and a faster rub. He wanted to make her tremble, make her squeal and whimper...*

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Blowing the cobwebs from the lock and gently opening the door. Locating the other Tub, and guiding those inside as they come, before closing the door and walking back to the bar.

 

[Britwitch]

Knocks hesitantly on the door, unsure if she has made a mistake in the address. She smooths her clothes while she waits, feeling most definitely out of place.

The tailored suit clings to and emphasises her curves, the jacket buttoning once in the middle to draw the cloth around the narrowness of her waist. Beneath which a white blouse barely conceals the generous swells beneath it. Legs are encased in sheer black, the stockings ending just above the bottom of the skirt, held in place with a black garter belt that matches her underwear. Dark locks are swept up into a bun behind her head and fingers toy with the black rimmed glasses perched on her nose. They do nothing for her vision, she doesn't need them, but they were requested and so she wears them.

The minutes draw out and she shivers. She must have misunderstood.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

He's been preparing all day. Sweeping the old detritus out, changing his sheets, putting lids on all the boxes. Bolting the desk to the floor. And attaching the hooks to it's solid top. It's an exciting task to be honest.

He has company.

Beautiful company. It's been so long since he invited someone... well anywhere. and certainly it has been forever since he last used this room for anything but sleep. And storage. He spies a chair in a corner, and a top hat. Fond little memories. But this day is for new ones. And with a smile he hangs the hat on a hook, and grabs the few sets of handcuffs he himself was bound with.

The door opens and she is a vision. The small trim, the black rimmed glasses. The crisp notes of a stocking peeking out from under her skirt, the slightest sliver of thigh.

"Come inside. I've been waiting."

His hand touches the small of her back, and for a moment he wonders what she thinks. The suit is simple. Older, but classic. His hair is braided, a triple french that still reaches halfway down his back. He shaved, but even now the shadow appears across his cheeks.

"You look lovely."

 

[Britwitch]

When the door eventually opens she fights a twinge of nerves before the person behind it is revealed, nerves quickly melting into far more positive feelings, still slightly anxious but in an excited way.

"I was beginning to think I'd come to the wrong place."

She steps inside, heels clicking against the floor, blue eyes keenly looking around although the shadows prevent her from seeing very far. She turns and smiles as his hand guides her inside, taking in his appearance, noting the obvious effort, flattered it has been done for her benefit.

"You don't look so bad your self."

Fingers toy with the hem of her jacket slightly, eyes leaving him once more to peer into the relative darkness, noting the shelves and boxes, the desk and the other furniture.

"So, now that you have me here...what happens now...?"

The question is quietly spoken, voice barely above a whisper.