Rita Mordio (
negativegate) wrote in
poly_chromatic2012-01-31 09:27 pm
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[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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[Her face is still burning, but she really loves his reactions. She thinks she wants more of those.]
I...I-I want to give you more. [And now her face is really burning even though she wants to see how he reacts to that. With her hand wrapped around him, she starts stroking a little clumsily.]
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[ If she could see his face, it would be burning, too. He can't believe she really wants that--and he wants more, too. Even if her hand is clumsy, it's still good. It's Rita.
Her name comes out like a breathy whimper, and even as is body tenses, his hips still move into her hand. His own hand ends up flat against her while the other curls in the bedsheet. She can give him as much as she wants. ]
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[The way he says her name is really exciting--hot. This feels like a whole new side to Tyr that's still him...and she wants more of it. Although the way he moves into her hand makes her flush and think of other things, she keeps at it, stroking him harder and faster. Her other hand lets go of his hair and runs down his spine.]
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[ He definitely wouldn't want anyone else to see this side of him. The way she is with him is enough to make him let down his guard down; he can be needy and desperate and selfish. His breath comes out in shallow gasps as she speeds up, moving in pace with her. He doesn't even care if it's obvious what he's thinking of- her hands feel too good. ]
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[Knowing that she's the only one who can see him like this makes her feel so many things--special, loving, possessive, giving, all of it. She loves Tyr, and she really wants this right now--to have him react to her touch.
Her pace isn't even as she strokes him, but she keeps it fast and rough, running her fingers firmly up and down his spine at the same time.]
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[ Just like Rita. It's not how he'd do it himself, but he loves everything about her. His body shivers, but he doesn't stop rocking his hips; if anything, feeling her hand on his back makes him want more. It's like she's pushing him over the edge.
He buries his head into the crook of her neck as he tries to stifle the little sounds that rise from his throat, biting down a roughly and clumsily like he hadn't kissed her just like that a dozen times before. ]
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[Rita certainly has no idea how he'd do it himself, but knowing how much he likes what she's doing anyway--it's amazing. If she can keep going and push him over the edge, then she wants to. She really, really wants to.
And no matter how much he's already kissed her like that, it never stops making her shiver and moan, and her hands jerk against him more unevenly.]
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[ His eyes open when he feels that - it sends a sort of shock and shiver through him - and he's almost tempted to pull away and look at her...but just almost. He wants to get that kind of reaction out of her just as much as he wants her to push him over the edge. Despite how heavily he's breathing, he bites her again, suckling hungrily at her skin as he does. Very hungrily. There's nothing slow or even about his movements now. ]
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[She gasps and squirms from the sensation; even though she said she wanted to give him more, she really likes what he's giving her, too, and her hand pumps at him with continued rough, uneven movements.]
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[ He doesn't have enough impulse control to stop himself from pulling his hand away from her chest - replacing it with just his own - and putting it over hers. It's not so much to show her how to do it as it is to do it with her and make her more steady - if faster. Just a little more... His body curls up, his knees and his arm moving closer to her, as he keeps kissing her neck. ]
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[Any disappointment she might've felt from no longer feeling his touch over her breast is replaced with surprise as his hand covers hers. She can't help but make a little hum, embarrassed, but she keeps at it, stroking with the quicker and steadier pace he sets.]
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[ That's all he wants. He can't be embarrassed about it; at this point he's too close to care about anything but how she's making him feel. He pulls his head back from her neck to gasp for air, pleading her name as he does. ]
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[Part of her misses having him at her neck, but she loves those sounds he's making, too. There's no way she'd stop now, both of their hands stroking him, her other hand pressing into his back--and she turns her head to watch his face.]
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[ His eyes stay tightly shut as he rests his head on her shoulder. His face is red and his lips are parted as he breathes deeply. After a few moments, all he can do is repeat her name like he's begging her as his hand slips past hers and over the top of his head. His muscles notably tighten under her hand as his movements become more erratic until he finally finishes. ]
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[She stares at him, wide-eyed and blushing but fascinated and thrilled, too. She's so heavily focused on his face and his movements, realizing that she brought him over the edge, even as her hand keeps moving the whole time.]
T--Tyr...
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[ He keeps his eyes shut, relief and pleasure mixing with embarrassment as he pulls his hand away to wipe it on the bed. He can't believe he just did that with her... Any doubts he might have are dismissed quickly, though, as he tilts his head up and kisses the underside of her jaw. Otherwise, he stays limp and motionless over her as he catches his breath on her shoulder. ]
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[She might have had the presence of mind to be a little grossed out if she noticed the movement of his hand, but she doesn't. Her own hand slows its wild pace down to a light caress, and she leans into his kiss. Doing that was...a little unbelievable, but exhilarating.]
How...how was that?
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[ In the future, he'll make the tissues at arms reach at all time. For now, he still think it's better than sand. If he were thinking of anything at all, anyway. His head is still swimming with all the feelings that has been going through him the entire time - not helped by her light touches.
It only takes a second for him to push himself up onto his arms again and look at her. His eyes are still dark, and there's a lazy smile on his face. ]
The best--You...you're amazing. [ He loves her too much not to kiss her again even though it feels like all the energy was drained from his body. ]
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[Definitely better than sand. And even if there's no tissues, Rita would...readily do this again. She can fully admit that to herself after seeing how incredibly he reacted to her.
And seeing the look in his eyes, her face flushes, though some of the smugness she's starting to feel shows up in her expression, too--and then he's kissing her, and she returns it eagerly but gently.]
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[ Tyr wouldn't hesitate to do this with her again, either. She really is good... And more than that, he loves her too much to think otherwise.
She should feel smug, he thinks - he'd feel smug if he did the same thing to her.
Which is exactly what he wants to do. He doesn't think he has to ask if she wants more and just kisses her back with the same eagerness while he cleans off his hand one more time before bringing it up to touch her arm lightly. ]
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[She really is glad that he enjoyed it so much. She does feel pretty bold and proud of herself.
And through it all, she actually almost forgot about how worked up she had gotten--but it's still there, she still wants his touch, and she stops caressing him to put her arms around his back.]
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[ He liked it so much it's almost embarrassing. But that must makes him more eager for me.
He sighs contently as he feels her arms wrap around him, and he almost wants to just lay down over her and sleep, but refuses to. His hand caresses her arm in an almost ticklishly light way, moving down from her elbow to her shoulder. Despite his tiredness, he wants to give her everything she gave him--or more. ]
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[If she knew how tired he is, she'd think about taking care of it herself--but she doesn't, and she...really does want to see what he does, even if the idea embarrasses her just a little. It's also exciting.
She wriggles her arm from the light tickling, caressing his back gently. She almost wants to say something, but not enough to break the kiss.]
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[ He doesn't want to stop even if he is tired. Doing this with her gives him enough energy--he's excited by the thought of doing this with her.
Feeling her move, he takes his hand off her arm and moves it over to her ribs, touch becoming more firm and rough. No more teasing. ]
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[She's excited, too--so excited by his touches and his desire for her, and she hums appreciatively. If he kept teasing her, she might've demanded he do something more.]
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THE DOOR IS LOCKED. THEREFORE--
soooob this is going to wonderfully hideous
so, so hideous...
^___^
>:3
B)
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