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Date/Time: 7/26/19 12:38 pm (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] smokedout
[There's a slight pause before he lets out a quiet, rough laugh.]

I have tried you.

[His hand moves idly up her leg, before just as casually lifting her up and placing her properly on his lap, straddling him. His fingers stray around to her lower back - there isn't a single scar on her body, and yet his mark is still there. The pads of his fingers trace the shape, so familiar after branding half the people in the city back home.]

Whatever you do with Stevenson is your own prerogative. Our boss isn't here, once he's done being a dog he'll stop being my business.

[This is a lie.]
Date/Time: 7/28/19 11:39 pm (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] smokedout
[His eyes light up a bit, seeing how his touch seems to affect her. His hand stray down to rub over the backs of her thighs, properly exploring her as well as encouraging her to shift about on his lap.]

Good. He could use the experience.

[He laughs softly, like sandpaper rubbed together. He leans up and his lips brush against hers, bringing that smell and taste of smoke and gasoline.]

If you don't mind, I'm a little more interested in what you're planning to do for me.
Date/Time: 7/29/19 01:20 am (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] smokedout
You seem like you're doing just fine.

[He shifts his own hips a bit, making sure that she's rubbing herself over just the right spot. The disadvantage of jeans, though, is that there's a bit too much in the way of really feeling it. Still, her body against his is enough to excite him into breathing a bit more heavily.]

I want to handcuff you to the bedpost. Here, where anyone could walk in and see me burning your clothes off and pounding you into the mattress. [He hisses the words into her ear.] What's your price for that?
Date/Time: 7/29/19 10:59 am (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] smokedout
Those are expensive questions.

[But it wouldn't be the first time he's made a deal like this. Augustine has beaten him within an inch of his life for thinking with his cock in the past, but Augustine isn't here.]

You've got a deal.

[He slips an arm around her back, and rolls over to pin her down on the bed. He doesn't have handcuffs on hand but he does have his belt, which he's unbuckling and slipping off as he speaks.]

My boss owns me, and I own Jason. He's my pet project, until he's something my boss wants to keep. [He tips his head to consider that last question.] Haven't worked with my company long enough to make it a habit. Could become one.

[Those first two questions will have to be eased into, so he's ignoring them for a moment while he silently directs her hands to the headboard.]
Date/Time: 7/30/19 10:53 am (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] smokedout
[Dodger tightens his belt a little harder than strictly necessary, leaving barely enough space to shift around. Her questions make him laugh, but his expression is much more focused than usual. Speaking about Augustine, thinking about his job back home, has him much more alert and careful about what he lets slip.]

Is there a difference? [He leans down to press a kiss to her lips, drawing it out and basking in the feeling of their bodies together.] If I own something, I may as well fuck it. And if I'm going to fuck something... [One of his hands slips down between her legs, boldly rubbing against the fabric.] ...I plan to own it.
Date/Time: 8/1/19 08:27 pm (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] smokedout
[There's a challenge in her eyes, and it lures him in a way he doesn't get with most people. She's promoted herself from a toy to a prize, and really, she has no right to be so desirable.]

If you're not interested, then I guess I can leave.

[He sits up, still positioned between her legs but his hands move up and far out of the way.]

Far be it from me to stick it in something that's not mine.
Date/Time: 8/2/19 12:27 am (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] smokedout
We did have a deal.

[There's a crooked, smug little grin on his face as he watches her. He's clearly aroused as well, but that's secondary to making her squirm. If anything, the glare he's getting from her is making it all the harder to resist taking her.]

I answered your questions, and you were gonna let me fuck you. Do you want me to fuck you, or not?
Date/Time: 8/2/19 10:53 am (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] smokedout
You're dodging the question.

[He leans down over her, his body inches from hers but still not touching. There's a chuckle in his voice as he speaks, his lips just barely brushing against hers.]

If you want me to fuck you, I want you to tell me that you're mine.

[It doesn't have to be true, that isn't really what he's after. He just wants to tease her.]
Date/Time: 8/7/19 01:51 pm (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] smokedout
[The words put a dastardly grin on his face, and he finally reaches out to grip her hips.]

That's what I like to hear.

[His hands move down to the seam between her legs, gripping the fabric and tearing it like paper. He reaches up to burn away the zipper, neatly pulling the torn jeans off and letting them hit the floor. His pants are pulled down and her panties are pushed to the side, and he pushes himself inside of her without much more teasing. He's twitching with excitement, leaning down to press his lips against hers as he bottoms out.]

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