[NSFW] Familiar faces | RP with psylocked

[dontdotricks]

After his meeting, of sorts, with Logan, Remy was welcomed back to the mix by Storm, who told him to take the free room across from Rogue, albeit with a small smirk of her own. Totally for logistically purposes, apparently, in case they needed to go on a mission really quickly, they could leave together without creating too much ruckus. Remy just

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[psylocked]

Logan had indeed found Betsy later, but they're hot and heavy fuck in the change rooms had been quick, and Psylocke was still restless. She placed the blame squarely on Logan's broad shoulders. If he only just stayed the night, they'd be able to go until morning, and Betsy might actually stay satisfied. As it was, they fucked when the opportunity presented itself and left it at that.

Betsy made a face as she padded quietly towards the kitchen in little more than a tank top and tiny silk boxers. Let the teenage boys gawk all they wanted, she had nothing to hide.

Her purple eyes lit up as she saw Gambit in the kitchen. "Fancy meeting you here, darling. Long time, no shag."

[psylocked]

Betsy kicked off her underwear and wrapped her legs tightly around Remy's waist, and moving her hips to meet his thrusts as she started to moan louder. She didn't care if people heard, she was already beyond caring if anyone walked in. "You're right," she breathed out. "I missed your cock. God, did I ever miss every bloody inch." She arched her back to encourage his attention to her breasts, fingers knotting in his hair. "Baby..."

[dontdotricks]

Remy felt that ever-familiar coil of warning in his gut. He wet his dry lips and was forced to move from her breasts back up to her mouth for another hungry kiss. They couldn't be pressed any closer together if they tried and his every thrust was deep and hard. He bit down on her lip with a small moan of want and his nail threatened to sink into the flesh of her back with how hard he was gripping her against him. The thrusting becamse urgent and the slicked wet sounds of their bodies rocking together was all that could be heard beyond their heavy breaths. The kiss broke long enough for Remy to utter a few indecent expletives in his native tongue and it was just a couple more thrusts later that he came with a hoarse grunt, the climax pulsing through every inch of him.

[psylocked]

She watched him with a heavy-lidded gaze, her lips swollen. Feeling him come inside was enough to drag her over the edge as her hips bucked against his and her inner muscles clamped down around him, trying to milk him further. She let out a strangle cry before pulling him down into a kiss and digging her heels into the backs of his legs. She laughed as they eased out of the kiss, her chest rising and falling rapidly with her ragged breathing. "Now that's the kind of midnight snack I craved."

[dontdotricks]

Remy shifted his weight back so he could pull out of her. He pressed some kisses to her lips and then tucked himself back into his pants and buttoned them slowly. "Just a snack, mon cherie?" he asked and put his hand on his chest. "I'm hurt. I really am," he said, smirking.

[psylocked]

"You know I love you, darling," Betsy replied with a grin as she shifted to pick up her underwear and pull it back on. "You could never be just a snack. That's why our Roguey will be one lucky girl if you ever get your acts together. In the meantime..." she caught his lips in another kiss and gave his ass a squeeze, "... you know where to find me."

[dontdotricks]

Remy just picked up his can of coke, watching her movements. "Next time we'll try for the three course meal, mon belle," he told her, licking his lips slowly before sipping his drink.

[psylocked]

"Your bed, or mine?" Psylocke asked as she went to the fridge to get some water. She cracked the top on the bottle and took a long swallow.

[dontdotricks]

Remy snorted. "Who needs a bed?"