Rita Mordio (
negativegate) wrote in
poly_chromatic2012-01-31 09:27 pm
[audio]
[There’s no visual, but as you open this feed the first thing that can be heard is a low moan of a woman, obviously sounding relaxed, but also very pleasured.]
…Please, do that again.
So that was good? Do you want it a bit harder?
Yes, just a little bit harder, Rita…Maybe a little faster as well…
All right. Tell me if it's too much, okay? Now...how's...this? [There's a little grunt now.]
[Nothing is said, instead a squeak as she hits the right spot.] Yes, that’s wonderful. [Her voice is laced in pleasure, another low moan follows. ] Just a little more…!
[Rita sounds a bit breathless for her part.] Okay. Right here. Does that feel good?
Ah, yes! [A cry rings out, lingering on before Estelle sounds rather breathless as well…] That felt amazing. Should we switch now? [A creak of a bed can be heard.]
Yeah- [Rita sounds pretty eager! There's some more creaking, the rustling of sheets...] I mean, you were really into it...And you've done this way more than I have.
Well, I got a lot of practice back at the hot springs, so I think I’m rather good at it now. [She sure sounds proud of herself, and now the creaking ceases.]
I bet you'll be amazing, Estelle. [She makes a comfortable sigh.] Here, I'm ready for you.
[...and then audio shuts off]
[ooc: Just two friends giving each other back massages. :|b Red is Rita and pink is Estelle.]
…Please, do that again.
So that was good? Do you want it a bit harder?
Yes, just a little bit harder, Rita…Maybe a little faster as well…
All right. Tell me if it's too much, okay? Now...how's...this? [There's a little grunt now.]
[Nothing is said, instead a squeak as she hits the right spot.] Yes, that’s wonderful. [Her voice is laced in pleasure, another low moan follows. ] Just a little more…!
[Rita sounds a bit breathless for her part.] Okay. Right here. Does that feel good?
Ah, yes! [A cry rings out, lingering on before Estelle sounds rather breathless as well…] That felt amazing. Should we switch now? [A creak of a bed can be heard.]
Yeah- [Rita sounds pretty eager! There's some more creaking, the rustling of sheets...] I mean, you were really into it...And you've done this way more than I have.
Well, I got a lot of practice back at the hot springs, so I think I’m rather good at it now. [She sure sounds proud of herself, and now the creaking ceases.]
I bet you'll be amazing, Estelle. [She makes a comfortable sigh.] Here, I'm ready for you.
[...and then audio shuts off]
[ooc: Just two friends giving each other back massages. :|b Red is Rita and pink is Estelle.]

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[Whoops, more blushing. If there's anything she could think to stammer out, it's lost when she groans a little instead.]
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[ That groan really makes him want to do more, but self-control. He has some self-control. The backs of his fingers caress her jaw gently as his lips trail down over her blastia to the base of her neck in the same soft manner. ]
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[Self-control is getting harder...though Rita manages to have enough to resist taking off her blastia to fully expose her neck to him, no matter how much she wants to. And he still gets another soft sigh out of her as she runs her hand up and down his spine, then over his shoulders.]
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[ He isn't about to ask her to take it off, either. He can kiss beneath her blastia anyway, over the hollow of her throat. Even just stroking his back makes him so much warmer and eager. His body shiver and freeze a second. ]
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[And his kisses there are amazing enough to make her squirm against him. Then, taking note of his reaction, she runs her hands over his shoulders and down his back again. She only stops above his lower back because she can't quite reach in this position.]
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[ It's close enough to make him press himself flush down against her with a low, deep moan. Self-restraint is fading fast as he bites along her collarbone. ]
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[Rita makes a noise that's somewhere between a gasp and a moan and an attempt to say his name all at once. It's getting a little overwhelming, but that just makes her want to keep it up even more--pressing right back up against him and stroking his spine more roughly than before.]
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[ He can't believe he's hearing her voice like this or feeling her against him. Maybe it's getting to be too much, but he likes that they can get this far together. ]
A little more...
[ It's almost like another massage. His free hand curls in the blanket and his bite turns rougher, though thankfully not enough to really hurt.
But they should really stop. Really... ]
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Yeah--m-more...
[Her voice is low and breathless and her touches rougher--she might have just accidentally scratched him lightly. It's so much...]
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[ Oh, her nails... He shivers again, sucking her hungrily. Her name comes out like a muffled moan, unwilling to stop. Maybe... But he keeps his hand up along her chin. Their bodies are too close to move anyway, but this is close enough to 'more'. ]
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[He's driving her so wild that she can't stop moving, pressing her torso against his, shifting her legs, rubbing her hands firmly over his shoulders then down his back. So much for that massage being relaxing...]
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[ This is as far from relaxing as possible. He can't help but give in and grind back against her, heart racing and moaning her name again. Without thinking of it, he kisses her neck again as he brings his body up into her touch. ]
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Ah...
[That sends a jolt through her body and her nails dig into the middle of his bag unintentionally. It feels like she's gasping constantly and her heart's pounding out of her chest. As amazing as it all is, it's getting to be too much.]
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[ He can't help but gasp from that, but he's too far gone to think it's that painful. He feel that shock, too, but...
He gives her another kiss before pulling away completely to look at her face. His own is flushed red and his hair sticking to his forehead. ]
Let's...get cleaned up now.
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Ah--but...
[It feels like another jolt, though totally different. Rita can't decide whether to be relieved after unbearably hot she was getting or demand that he get right back to it--what is she even thinking?]
...I-I guess. I...got carried away.
[She's breathing heavily and her own face is a mirror of his: flushed and sweaty.]
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[ He really wants to keep going, too, but he knows he won't be able to stay the same if they do. Seeing her like this is already enough. He keeps his body close to her, though. ]
So did I... But it was good.
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[She blushes some more, but nods.]
I liked it...
[She swallows, unable to stop thinking about how close and warm they still are. It's hard not to reach up and kiss him...]
--W-we should shower or something--you can go first.
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[ It took a lot of willpower not to just continue like they were, especially now that she admitted she liked it. His head is still swimming from all the feelings inside him, but he nods. ]
Right... A shower sounds good. I'll make it quick.
[ And before he gives in and kisses her, he climbs off of her and the bed. It feels almost unreal to be walking again.
But she liked it. And they both need a shower. ]
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[She gives him another quick nod, her body still humming from the heat and excitement, but manages to make a bit of a joke as she sits up-]
So that wasn't exactly relaxing, huh?
[She really did like it, though--and Tyr did too, so...Maybe they'll end up like this again next time.]
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[ Even with the excitement, he can still laugh a little. ]
Not really... But it liked it anyway, too...
[ The thought of getting like that again makes him both excited and anxious. Maybe they really won't hold back then... But to try to make it so no-one suspects anything now, he pulls his shirt on. His body still feels amazing. ]
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[Even though her face is still pink, she smiles.]
Yeah...It was...pretty amazing.
[There's still part of her that's disappointed they didn't keep going, as carried away as they were, and she licks her lips as she watches him get dressed...Maybe she should get a glass of water while he's showering. Yeah.]
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[ He hums in agreement, tugging down and straightening out his shirt. ] I can't believe it got that far...
[ He doesn't catch her looking at him as he gets dressed; he's too occupied thinking of the shower he's about to have. Even though she really looks the same as always when she smiles like that, he can't help but see her a little differently now...
Which is why he slips out the door immediately after covering himself. ]
I'll be back done in a few minutes.
[ And to the cold shower. ]
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But we did...So...
[And they really liked it, though Rita isn't sure where she's going with that thought. Maybe that it'd be okay if they didn't stop, though the idea makes her really flustered, and there she goes blushing again.
Tyr can take as long in that shower as he needs; a moment after he's gone, she heads off--her legs feeling a little like jelly--to the kitchen for a cold drink.]
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[ So it could happen again, he thinks. And he's still not sure if he should love that idea or hate it. The shower he takes does nothing to change that other than to confirm that he really, really liked it. His body feels so hot, and he ends up resting in the tub longer than he intended to.
When he comes out, his skin is still flushed, but he's a little better at pretending nothing's off at least. He calls from the door- ]
You can go now.
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[Rita wonders if she should rethink her idea to use that other oil she likes, the citrus one, which is supposed to be...invigorating. Then again, maybe it doesn't matter what they use.
The cold water helps a little, though she's still warm and sweaty when she hears his voice and comes over.]
Thanks...Better?
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