Breakfast at Tiffany's [Open Rp]
((OOC: NSFW - China's mun puts forward a warning: There will be Smut! Crowd roars. I, personally, didn't see that coming. But come on, Kuronue is in it. Speaks for itself.))
It was eight in the morning and the air was crisp and cool. China was sitting at one of the room-length tables reading the Daily Prophet. Beside her was a plate with three ( Read more... )
It was eight in the morning and the air was crisp and cool. China was sitting at one of the room-length tables reading the Daily Prophet. Beside her was a plate with three ( Read more... )
The other woman passed by her mind's eye fleetingly, she was insubstantial. All this talk, this fears nonsense. It made her cross, mad even, at him. She stared at him, frowning.
She angrily took her hands from his, swatting them away, and then grabbed two fistfuls of his tunic in her hands and reefed him closer to her. There was hardly any air between them, their noses threatened to touch. She glowered, suddenly becoming aware of the heat between her legs. "I do not have any fears. I have resources, and standing." Her icy blue eyes were on fire, and they kept looking at his lips. "Lastly, don't presume that because I am a woman, that I am irrational, and that I can't hold my own against Apos," she spat his name. "Do I make myself clear?"
She didn't give him a chance to respond. Her lips came down hard on his, all heated and needy.
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It certainly wasn't because she was female, because, honestly, he'd met some fucking scary demonesses and he knew not to underestimate them. If she hadn't fisted her hands in his vest, smelt still of that scent that made his head reel, and kissed him, he probably would have been speechless. At a loss.
It wasn't something that happened often.
The kiss was all that mattered for the moment. He didn't even think of arguing back, like he should have. He just reached up, covered her cheeks with his hands and let his fingertips slide into her hair as he kissed her with all equal passion.
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She opened her mouth to take in a breath, still half kissing him, and a moan was emitted before she pressed her lips, again, to his. She slipped in her tongue, searching for his, and when she found it, she shivered and moaned again.
She wanted to prove she was no mere fairytale princess. That she didn't need a shining knight. She didn't need the protection. She wanted to prove herself, angrily, aggressively, sexually.
"Kuronue..." she whispered.
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"Hmm," was all he could manage in reply. He didn't want to talk, he wanted to fuck, but he didn't want her to freak out again. So he let her do as she wanted with him, touching 'safe' places until she indicated, or told him otherwise.
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He reached up to pull at the ties to his vest, undoing the criss-crossing of leather that held it closed, rolled his shoulders to let it fall off to bare his top half to her. He worked at his lower belts, the ones that held his wrap in place, as he arched up a little, wordlessly asking her to explore.
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Her tattoos appeared all over her body, falling down into her cleavage and under her clothes, and marking her face, pronouncing her pale eyes. Symbols on her knuckles gleamed and then she grabbed him under the arms. With super strength she threw him on top of the room-length table. The cutlery and plates clattered, an apple rolled out of the fruit basket and hit the bench, then jumped to the floor, rolling.
China straddled him. She smirked, taking out her pin and letting her black hair fall. She dropped the hairpin and bent over Kuronue. She kissed him, feverishly, dangerously. Her hand slipped down his neck, caressing over his perked nipple. She laughed in her throat. Her foot hit a tea cup and it fell off the table, shattering on the flagstones. The cutlery clattered again in protest with their invasive movements.
Her hand left his torso, her lips busy with his. They found purchase on a piece of her toast that had survived the previous attack. She grabbed it and slapped it against Kuronue's torso. She spread the toast and its spread over his skin, until the toast itself crumbled under her hand. Crumbs and marmalade was left, glistening his left pectoral and moving with his rib cage and he breathed.
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He panted through her new kiss, letting himself fall into it. It wasn't often a female took control, and Yukimura was too...inexperienced to do so. Suffice to say he was so hard it hurt and his leathers were far too tight. He picked at the ties to his leather pants, kicked them off with a little difficulty.
The thing with the toast was different. It took him a moment to work out what it was, then all of his control to not say something smart that would usually get him more harsh treatment. He had to be careful. Unsure of what to do with his hands, he let his arms rest by his head, kissing her back greedily, hungrily, and moaning, arching into her touches.
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She released his hands, so she could explore. She was leaning over his hard cock now, she smirked at him after looking down at it. She let her tongue slip out and then she licked the expanse of his bare side, gathering the orange marmalade and taking it into her mouth, swallowing.
Her eyes were on him the entire time.
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His muscles twitched involuntarily beneath her tongue as she licked his side, and he stared down at her, flushed and needy and thisdamnclose to begging, asking for more. He moaned instead, twisted his arms to grip at the other end of the table with his hands to keep them occupied.
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He was all spread out for her, naked, heated and as she looked into his eyes, needy. She laughed. She had been in his shoes not too long ago. She pressed her sheathed sex against his cock, resting her hands either side of his head and leaning down until their lips were almost touching. She smirking, her hot breath caressing his cheeks in beats. Their noses grazed. She stared into his eyes.
"Something..." Her mind spaced, she felt his twitching member against her and her sex lit up. "Um.." she breathed. "Something on your mind, Kuronue?"
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He rocked his hips up a little, pressing his cock up against her, and his eyes wanted to close, wanted to roll back in his head. "Please, more," he begged, because he wasn't above acting like a whorish submissive if it got him what he wanted and pleased her as well. He tilted his head a little so their noses wouldn't clash and licked at her lips, asking for a kiss wordlessly as he writhed again, wanting touch and contact to the point where his cock began to leak and ached.
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She moaned into him, dragging the sex out a little longer before he'd allow him in her.
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