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perfumedrooms) wrote2018-11-05 08:25 pm
perfumedrooms) wrote2018-11-05 08:25 pm
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Locked In
Time for more Fish x James fun??
But not R-18?? AMAZING.
This involves a table and a library from session 5 of Quiescent Kingdom.
Locked In
“Good job locking two horny people up in a single room!”
As the slight echo of their voice faded out, the silence of the locked library was nearly deafening. Alone, with only magical globules of light to illuminate the space, Fish felt so keenly aware of the chance they could have with the tiefling with them. They had attempted to get closer earlier, suggesting a moment of fun by alluding to how romantic it was in the room with just the dancing lights. However, that attempt was thwarted by being told they had more important things to do. Perhaps it wasn’t meant to be.
True enough, there really were more important things to do. There were missing people for them to find. So, Fish looks through the rest of the room idly with their lights. Doing things like this wasn’t their strong point at all, though. They’d much rather be making small talk with people, finding out things from conversation than from investigating objects. Books reminded them only of their past, of the piles of reading he was made to look through as a boy and of his stick-in-the-mud sister who had rallied their brothers to exile him from their family for being caught openly fooling around. Just the memory of it made them want to act out, just… forget everything and drown in their own selfish needs.
With the door locked behind them and nothing notable present in the room except James at the table finally picking a lock open and pocketing what seemed to be a small item in his coat, the temptation to just run with their own selfish impulses was stronger. Why not, though? The worst that could happen would probably be getting punched. Or maybe James wouldn’t want to do anything with them anymore. That would be fine. Fish could always use that as excuse to leave this strange group they’ve fallen in and return to life as an entertainer. Their sandal-covered feet quietly passed over the stone floor, and Fish moved in to stand beside the tiefling.
“We’ve been locked in and we’ve got this whole library to ourselves,” Fish spoke softly, the soft androgynous notes of their voice echoing in the room. “I think we deserve a little break until Tafari or someone lets us out.”
At those words, James looked up just in time for Fish to snake an arm around his waist, pulling him in against their body. In the cool of the private library, the shared heat of where their skin met was salient.
“Indulge me just this little bit?”
With only that and a gentle hand to the side of his face as warning, the merfolk leant down to catch the tiefling’s mouth in a short meeting of lips. They parted slightly, but it wasn’t long until James pressed in to answer them with hands moving up to grab both sides of Fish’s face and pull them down for another, this time with their mouth parted and tongue sweeping in for a more passionate movement. The merfolk felt a shiver of pleasure run through them, all too excited by being indulged like this.
As they kiss, Fish’s hands move down to firmly grasp James’ thighs, hoisting him up to sit on the table they had just investigated earlier. Luckily, there was a bit of space among the books for the tiefling to sit upon, though a few books were carelessly pushed aside by James’ thick blue tail. Once he was seated, Fish’s hand moved down to his James’ knees, encouraging him to wrap his legs around their waist.
Fronts pressed together, leather vests—one fine and stylized like a corset, one a little more weathered and battle-ready—meeting against each other, the two began a little exploration of each other. Tongue swept against tongue, and in between kisses Fish often caught James’ lower lip between their teeth, worrying it lightly before letting go and diving in again. James’ fingers traced over the shut gills upon the merfolk’s throat, making them tremble and moan against his mouth. Lower still and they found the soft fins along their bared shoulders and arms.
“Oh Poseidon…” Fish sighed longingly, parting from James’ lips to move to the side of his jaw, pressing kisses to trace it before noticing the tattooed iris behind his left ear. “You’re gorgeous…” They press a kiss to the head of the flower, the cool skin of his nose brushing against the skin at the back of his ear. Slowly, they trace the stem with their mouth as the hand at James’ right side slowly slides over his thigh, seeking an obvious target. But that was easily dissuaded by a little brush of the tiefling’s hand.
“Mm… not now. We’ve got priorities.”
With a sigh Fish lets their hand settle again on the wood of the table. But just as they do so, James’ hand guides them by the nape of their neck, pulling their mouths to meet for yet another passionate tangle. This time, it was the tiefling to catch the merfolk’s lower lip with their teeth, sharp canines particularly dragging deeper, leaving little marks in their wake.
“If it were up to me though, I’d fuck you on every surface in every room of this castle,” the tiefling whispers, voice raspy with desire.
At that very moment though, a banging comes on the door followed by a loud call by a certain other blue tiefling.
“I don’t care if you’re fucking!!”
“Speak of the devil,” Fish laughed softly, pulling away completely from James’ body, allowing him to get to the door.
“I guess we’ll just have to continue again later,” James smirked as he got to picking at the lock. Fish chuckled, hanging back and licking their lips, taking note of the little cuts where sharp canines had caught the skin. That’ll be a good reminder… a good promise for better things to come.
But not R-18?? AMAZING.
This involves a table and a library from session 5 of Quiescent Kingdom.
Locked In
“Good job locking two horny people up in a single room!”
As the slight echo of their voice faded out, the silence of the locked library was nearly deafening. Alone, with only magical globules of light to illuminate the space, Fish felt so keenly aware of the chance they could have with the tiefling with them. They had attempted to get closer earlier, suggesting a moment of fun by alluding to how romantic it was in the room with just the dancing lights. However, that attempt was thwarted by being told they had more important things to do. Perhaps it wasn’t meant to be.
True enough, there really were more important things to do. There were missing people for them to find. So, Fish looks through the rest of the room idly with their lights. Doing things like this wasn’t their strong point at all, though. They’d much rather be making small talk with people, finding out things from conversation than from investigating objects. Books reminded them only of their past, of the piles of reading he was made to look through as a boy and of his stick-in-the-mud sister who had rallied their brothers to exile him from their family for being caught openly fooling around. Just the memory of it made them want to act out, just… forget everything and drown in their own selfish needs.
With the door locked behind them and nothing notable present in the room except James at the table finally picking a lock open and pocketing what seemed to be a small item in his coat, the temptation to just run with their own selfish impulses was stronger. Why not, though? The worst that could happen would probably be getting punched. Or maybe James wouldn’t want to do anything with them anymore. That would be fine. Fish could always use that as excuse to leave this strange group they’ve fallen in and return to life as an entertainer. Their sandal-covered feet quietly passed over the stone floor, and Fish moved in to stand beside the tiefling.
“We’ve been locked in and we’ve got this whole library to ourselves,” Fish spoke softly, the soft androgynous notes of their voice echoing in the room. “I think we deserve a little break until Tafari or someone lets us out.”
At those words, James looked up just in time for Fish to snake an arm around his waist, pulling him in against their body. In the cool of the private library, the shared heat of where their skin met was salient.
“Indulge me just this little bit?”
With only that and a gentle hand to the side of his face as warning, the merfolk leant down to catch the tiefling’s mouth in a short meeting of lips. They parted slightly, but it wasn’t long until James pressed in to answer them with hands moving up to grab both sides of Fish’s face and pull them down for another, this time with their mouth parted and tongue sweeping in for a more passionate movement. The merfolk felt a shiver of pleasure run through them, all too excited by being indulged like this.
As they kiss, Fish’s hands move down to firmly grasp James’ thighs, hoisting him up to sit on the table they had just investigated earlier. Luckily, there was a bit of space among the books for the tiefling to sit upon, though a few books were carelessly pushed aside by James’ thick blue tail. Once he was seated, Fish’s hand moved down to his James’ knees, encouraging him to wrap his legs around their waist.
Fronts pressed together, leather vests—one fine and stylized like a corset, one a little more weathered and battle-ready—meeting against each other, the two began a little exploration of each other. Tongue swept against tongue, and in between kisses Fish often caught James’ lower lip between their teeth, worrying it lightly before letting go and diving in again. James’ fingers traced over the shut gills upon the merfolk’s throat, making them tremble and moan against his mouth. Lower still and they found the soft fins along their bared shoulders and arms.
“Oh Poseidon…” Fish sighed longingly, parting from James’ lips to move to the side of his jaw, pressing kisses to trace it before noticing the tattooed iris behind his left ear. “You’re gorgeous…” They press a kiss to the head of the flower, the cool skin of his nose brushing against the skin at the back of his ear. Slowly, they trace the stem with their mouth as the hand at James’ right side slowly slides over his thigh, seeking an obvious target. But that was easily dissuaded by a little brush of the tiefling’s hand.
“Mm… not now. We’ve got priorities.”
With a sigh Fish lets their hand settle again on the wood of the table. But just as they do so, James’ hand guides them by the nape of their neck, pulling their mouths to meet for yet another passionate tangle. This time, it was the tiefling to catch the merfolk’s lower lip with their teeth, sharp canines particularly dragging deeper, leaving little marks in their wake.
“If it were up to me though, I’d fuck you on every surface in every room of this castle,” the tiefling whispers, voice raspy with desire.
At that very moment though, a banging comes on the door followed by a loud call by a certain other blue tiefling.
“I don’t care if you’re fucking!!”
“Speak of the devil,” Fish laughed softly, pulling away completely from James’ body, allowing him to get to the door.
“I guess we’ll just have to continue again later,” James smirked as he got to picking at the lock. Fish chuckled, hanging back and licking their lips, taking note of the little cuts where sharp canines had caught the skin. That’ll be a good reminder… a good promise for better things to come.