in which Jacques attempts to treat an addict with a drugredgineerApril 21 2010, 03:03:14 UTC
[So here's Robert, in his room at Tommy's place. It's perfect, really, every Saturday night or so Tommy goes to visit Tony, and Robert gets the place to himself.
Getting the palce to yourself on Saturday night means only one thing, so he's nicely showered, and wearing a clean shirt, and he's gotten them some drinks and is sitting on his bed looking very expectant.]
Re: in which Jacques attempts to treat an addict with a drugfyi_iamaspyApril 21 2010, 03:20:37 UTC
[gnoingewaoh god I love sex addict Robert sitting there with drinks and there's Jacques "zhe daily grind..." nfeiwnafhahhaha
[He was tired. Tired. And sore. Good God his ass- and his mouth- cock- bones, muscles, everything. But still, when he walks into the bedroom, he's wearing his best bedroom eyes and best bedroom smile.
Jacques has a plan. He holds the rope up, arching his eyebrows up.]
Do we 'ave a chair? Somezhing you can sit on? I 'ave a surprise for you.
[Jacques could time those boners. He pulls Robert's hands behind his back, tying them deftly. Even though it's just his hands, he can't slip off of the chair, and he could stand with chair still attached but- that would be incredibly silly and uncomfortable. He'd probably fall over.]
Oh, oui, monsieur... [He struts around in front of Robert, smirking smugly. He hooks his thumbs into the end of his sweater vest, glancing up at him, and slips it off, tossing it to the side.] You'll find zhat I can be very kind.
[Jacques really has to do very little to capture his interest. Taking off his clothes is like an added bonus.]
Oh yeah?
[He's not worried in the least that his hands are tied, it only makes things more exciting... it's got to be a blowjob, doesn't it, where he can't pull his hands around to fist in Jacques' hair. Oh, the struggle will be delicious, he can't wait]
[Next goes his dress shirt- except he's being painfully slow, button by button going down, shifting his hips.]
'ow bad do you want me? [Because you're not getting it. At least, not until he learns to cope with not always getting it. Those sad eyes were damning.]
[Damn this painfully slow business... he's watching very intently, but only now starting to see what this whole 'no hands' business is about. He can't even help Jacques out by popping the button on his fly]
Oh, I dunno. Pretty bad.
[God he's hopeless, shallow breathing already, a terribly obvious tent in his pants]
[Jacques finishes the last button, letting it hang open loosely. He leans in, brushing kisses against his cheek, teeth tugging at his earlobe. There's a hand resting very pointedly against his thigh.]
[Seems like the perfect point. Jacques cups Robert's face, kisses him deep- tongue pushing into his mouth, sucking and nipping and- oh, it's a glorious kiss, he makes it last a little longer than he should-
When he pulls back, he grins.]
You won't be getting it, pardon. [He pats Robert's cheek, pulling away.] You need to deal wiz your... [He gestures towards his boner.] I'll come back when you 'ave managed to wrestle it down. It's a life skill you need to learn.
[And there goes Jacques and his fine ass walking towards the door.]
this icon barely approximates his rageredgineerApril 21 2010, 04:20:50 UTC
[Robert blinks, breathless and dazed by the kiss... he can't quite believe it. Did Jacques just... is this a joke? Is this part of the plan? He's speechless, at least until Jacques is actually out of the room and not sucking his cock, and he realises that Jacques has genuinely left him there on his own]
night honhonhon :BredgineerApril 21 2010, 04:31:42 UTC
What the... Jacques...
[...that's it, he's spitting chips, he's flustered and just about bursting at the seams, and he's tied to a chair, alone?!]
What the hell sort of solution is this?! You don't just go settin' someone up and then leaving them, that's just a nasty trick! You come back here right now and finish the job, goddamn!
Getting the palce to yourself on Saturday night means only one thing, so he's nicely showered, and wearing a clean shirt, and he's gotten them some drinks and is sitting on his bed looking very expectant.]
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[He was tired. Tired. And sore. Good God his ass- and his mouth- cock- bones, muscles, everything. But still, when he walks into the bedroom, he's wearing his best bedroom eyes and best bedroom smile.
Jacques has a plan. He holds the rope up, arching his eyebrows up.]
Do we 'ave a chair? Somezhing you can sit on? I 'ave a surprise for you.
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[His eyebrows raise too, and he smiles a quirked, happy sort of smile. There's his desk chair, in the corner over there, and he stands up]
...a surprise? I'm real shocked by this change in developments.
[How could it be a surprise if they'd talked about it?]
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He grabs the chair, pulling it over so it's in the middle of the floor. Plenty of room for him to tie him up, give him a nice lap dance-
and leave him to deal with the boner.]
Go ahead. [He gives him a firm push, smiling wickedly.] Sit down.
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Well now, this is all very kind, ain't it.
[He slides down a little bit with legs spread so that he looks extra manly, arms folded]
S'pose it depends on the kindnesses.
[He wonders if he'll get a blowjob out of this]
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Oh, oui, monsieur... [He struts around in front of Robert, smirking smugly. He hooks his thumbs into the end of his sweater vest, glancing up at him, and slips it off, tossing it to the side.] You'll find zhat I can be very kind.
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Oh yeah?
[He's not worried in the least that his hands are tied, it only makes things more exciting... it's got to be a blowjob, doesn't it, where he can't pull his hands around to fist in Jacques' hair. Oh, the struggle will be delicious, he can't wait]
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'ow bad do you want me? [Because you're not getting it. At least, not until he learns to cope with not always getting it. Those sad eyes were damning.]
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Oh, I dunno. Pretty bad.
[God he's hopeless, shallow breathing already, a terribly obvious tent in his pants]
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[Jacques finishes the last button, letting it hang open loosely. He leans in, brushing kisses against his cheek, teeth tugging at his earlobe. There's a hand resting very pointedly against his thigh.]
It doesn't sound like you want me zhat much.
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...bad, I want you bad. Damned bad... Jesus.
[He sucks in a breath at those teeth, half-closed eyes focused on that hand.]
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[Seems like the perfect point. Jacques cups Robert's face, kisses him deep- tongue pushing into his mouth, sucking and nipping and- oh, it's a glorious kiss, he makes it last a little longer than he should-
When he pulls back, he grins.]
You won't be getting it, pardon. [He pats Robert's cheek, pulling away.] You need to deal wiz your... [He gestures towards his boner.] I'll come back when you 'ave managed to wrestle it down. It's a life skill you need to learn.
[And there goes Jacques and his fine ass walking towards the door.]
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JACQUES??!
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[He chuckles and starts to button his shirt back up. Piece of cake. He'll learn.]
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[...that's it, he's spitting chips, he's flustered and just about bursting at the seams, and he's tied to a chair, alone?!]
What the hell sort of solution is this?! You don't just go settin' someone up and then leaving them, that's just a nasty trick! You come back here right now and finish the job, goddamn!
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Finish zhe job... It is not my job to finish, merci, and maybe you should remember zat I do it of my own voluntary will- zhere's no obligation.
[He leans against the door, pulling out a magazine he tucked away in his back pocket for the occasion.] 'ave fun.
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