continuations

[eatsthecanary]

this will probably just be porn tbh

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day 21, onsen

[eatsthecanary]

[ from here ]

[ his face is still relatively neutral overall but his gaze is sharper with interest when Haruto's smile fades. he rolls his hips back down, not unresponsive to that, fingertips digging in deeper to the arch of his neck. ]

Re: day 21, onsen

[zugzwange]

[ his smile returns sharply, then, but it isn't the same kind as before, it's a little more challenging, more engaged ]

— is this what you're into?

[ just gets the words out, carefully bucking again, judging reaction ]

Re: day 21, onsen

[eatsthecanary]

I'm not sure.

[ he's honest, though his hips do cant up again, some at that -- digs in a little further with his fingers to see if he can get him entirely breathless even if it's just for a second ]

Re: day 21, onsen

[zugzwange]

[ ah

Haruto shuts his eyes and continues to thrust up against Whisky. It’s a little deceptive because he does get breathless but the way he rocks his hips is disengenious and he’s entirely silent even as he loses his air ]

day 25, post game

[eatsthecanary]

[ from here ]

[ his lips curl and he strokes up her spine, thoughtful ]

I don't know, part of me's tempted just to leave you like this while I sleep.

Re: day 25, post game

[artificialinelegance]

No way! I'll die! And then I'll cry! You can't kill a girl and make her cry on the first date!

Re: day 25, post game

[eatsthecanary]

You're not making it sound any less appealing.

[ day 37 post game / evening ]

[eatsthecanary]

[ from here ]

he's skirting one hand curiously between his legs, feeling there. what is he wearing for underwear ]

Re: [ day 37 post game / evening ]

[sancrimony]

[ I can't believe we broke it

I mean close enough

it's lace, white with red hearts to match the garters, like it came with the outfit, but the lingerie is more thong than anything else. he shifts underneath, face hot ]

Re: [ day 37 post game / evening ]

[eatsthecanary]

[ oh

he looks a bit surprised. the scandal continues even with underwear.

shifts a bit lower on him, feeling at the lace ]

... Is that comfortable?

[ day 50 before sunrise ]

[eatsthecanary]

[ from here ]

[ he can't get most of his body on the bed but he can still put his front paws on there, lean up and over him, nuzzling his cold nose against his neck ]

Re: [ day 50 before sunrise ]

[sancrimony]

[ you're just TOO BIG!!!! maybe i should have just lied down on the floor

taking in a breath, dizzy from the smell and the sensation - and he mumbles quietly, stroking his ears more ]

Though . . . to be honest, I don't know how we would be - mm, fucking - like this . . .

Re: [ day 50 before sunrise ]

[eatsthecanary]

[ you said fucking without being prompted he's so proud


rumbles, low, pushing himself up more on the bed; sort of, straddling Lucifel's leg suggestively ]

[ day 51, evening ]

[eatsthecanary]

[ from here ]

[ he exhales out, stopping at just his shirt for a moment to drop his hand down, shove his knuckles between her legs to feel her ]

Re: [ day 51, evening ]

[artificialinelegance]

[ she's wet, incredibly so, and sensitive too if the sharp moan she lets out is any indication. her eyes shut tight and she mutters into the bed -- ]

S-see? I'm ready for you. I wanna make you feel good -- I need to make you feel good --

Re: [ day 51, evening ]

[eatsthecanary]

Then ask for it.

[ he speaks, his voice low, rubbing his nail roughly against her clit. ]

[ day 60, night ]

[eatsthecanary]

[ from here ]

[ there's a hot, approving sort of noise, and he leans back into his hands, equally receptive to the touch even if the most expressiveness on his face is a flush visible on pale skin; his own hand reaches up curiously to Slot's ear, touching the back of it ]

Re: [ day 60, night ]

[rollyourluck]

[ he shudders when that hand comes to his ear, seems like he can be pretty sensitive back there as well. once his hands get low enough, slot slips them up the back of whisky's shirt, wanting to start touching his bare skin ]

Re: [ day 60, night ]

[eatsthecanary]

[ his nails curl just lightly against his ear, testing, and his spine arches; muscles rippling in the motion under the touch ]

[ day 86 ]

[eatsthecanary]

[ from here]

[ Whisky shifts again, like he's restless - - each bite and suck against his skin leaves a bright red mark, and he doesn't seem to mind that at all, breath quick and hot in contrast to the coolness around him.

he wants to be closer, though, so he's trying to edge forward some, crawl into John's lap if he'll let him. ]

Re: [ day 86 ]

[theyregooddogs]

[while the thought is intriguing, John moves his hand up to pull hard on Whisky's hair as he shifts up to whisper in his ear, ragged but controlled]

Your mouth. My dick. Now.

[resisting the half-attempted pulse forward to pull away from Whisky and lock onto his eyes with his own]

Re: [ day 86 ]

[eatsthecanary]

-- Demanding.

[ Whisky murmurs but again, it seems more approving than not; when John gets a good look at him his pupils are dark and wide from arousal. he tilts his head back towards John's hold, almost easing the pressure before he shifts, dropping his hands to try to push John's legs apart so he can ease himself down onto his elbows between them. ]

[ day 166, evening. also this will be nsfw. ]

[eatsthecanary]

[ Whisky is at the hotel's entrance, per what they agreed to, idly looking through his phone. ]

[rollplayinghouse]

[Maki spent a not insignificant amount of time trying to decide what one wears to a planned love hotel rendezvous. Maybe she should wear less clothes? Maybe she should wear less knives??

Ultimately, though, she shows up in the same thing she was wearing that morning.]

...Hey.

[eatsthecanary]

[ he's in this -- not really thinking to dress up or down specifically for this.

he puts his phone back in his pocket and lifts his hand when she approaches. ]

Hey. I'm guessing you're all ready?