Room 302, Thursday Afternoon

[not_a_moonie]

The nice thing about having a room to yourself was that you could do whatever the hell you wanted. Today Alana had a little bit too much restless energy to sit and read, so she played with her music app until it started blaring something that made her want to pogo madly and bounce off the furniture.

So you been to school
For a year or two
And you know you've seen it all
In daddy's car
Thinkin' you'll go far
Back east your type don't crawl ...

She still wasn't a hundred percent sure what a Cambodia was, but whatever. Anything that made her shout along joyfully worked just fine. She hadn't bothered closing her door, but that worked just fine, too.

[OOC: Open post, open door. Dante thread is NSFW.]

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[not_a_moonie]

Alana made a high, keening noise as her thighs clenched around him. The teasing was fantastic and whoever taught Dante to treat girls this way clearly needed a thank-you note, which she would write as soon as she could get out of bed,which didn't seem likely to be soon.

Her hands fluttered against him, coming to rest on his upper back.

[rebelseekspizza]

She lived up in Limbo City somewhere, though damn if Dante knew where, these days. Not that he had any interest in giving Alana any kind of reason to leave the bed right now, when the noise she was making was stirring up an interest of its own.

He moved back up and replaced his thumb with his mouth, sucking gently.

[not_a_moonie]

"I definitely remembered right about you knowing what to do with your mouth," Alana murmured between gasps. "That's ... really, really good."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante tilted up his chin and smirked at her, trying to catch her eye. "And I was right about the taste," he said. "Forgot all about ice cream."

[not_a_moonie]

"Ice cream's for losers," Alana said breathlessly, entire body straining toward him. "Don't stop. I'm, like, five seconds from coming."

[rebelseekspizza]

The smirk managed to stay in place for all of another second, before Dante buried it back where it had been, licking into her in earnest. Then he dragged his tongue back up again and settled there.

It was pretty rude to leave her hanging. She had a point there.

[not_a_moonie]

Alana had lied. It took her a little longer than five seconds.

Not all that much longer, though.

The bliss started where his mouth was and radiated out, settling through her in a series of convulsions. She cried his name as her hands clenched on whatever she was touching, she'd lost track somewhere in there. Skin, though.It as skin and it was his and it was nice.

[rebelseekspizza]

Mmm. See, this was nice. Slight pain where she was gripping him. And the sound of the rest of it, anyway, since Dante was staying put where he was until she was done, keeping his attention going.

His hand slid up and onto her stomach. Lightly, just so he could feel.

[not_a_moonie]

Alana moaned again, spirals of light flashing behind her eyes as she came back down to earth.

Once she had, she nudged Dante with her toe. "I would tell you you can come up and cuddle whenever you want," she said, voice soft and thick. "But I'm pretty happy with where you are too, so..."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante chuckled.

He kissed the little nub his mouth had stranded on one last time, then leisurely made his way back up. "You're a cuddler?"

He wasn't. But he wasn't, like, staunchly opposed.

[not_a_moonie]

"More like I'm lazy, and I'm not actually sure I can move right now," Alana drawled. "Cuddling lets me keep touching you without actually putting in any effort. Why, you aren't?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"Eh," Dante said, because no, not really sounded a little more committed than he was feeling about it right now. "Mind if I take my pants off, at least? You are way too hot when you go."

It wasn't a really serious question, considering he was already reaching for his pants, but mostly an excuse to say the latter part.

[not_a_moonie]

"I didn't realize you still had them on," Alana said, rising up on one elbow and looking him over. "Go for it. Cuddling's more fun when we're both naked anyhow, and I still need to see if you're as hot as I remember from Saturday."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Take your time," Dante said, kicking his pants off and onto the floor.

Well. Not too much time. He was pretty riled up now.

[not_a_moonie]

He was magnificent.

"Yeah, I don't think I'm going to want to rest that long," Alana said, and reached out her arms to draw him closer.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante went easily. "I get it if you need some time," he teased.

[not_a_moonie]

"Funny how I'm getting over being lazy," Alana answered, and arranged herself with her head on Dante's chest, her torso curled against his, and her hands resting on his upper thighs. "I think you inspire me."

The hands crept up, teasing against his package.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante let out a happy sigh.

Very happy.

"I am in art class," he mused.

[not_a_moonie]

"So does that make you my muse?" Alana wondered, stretching up to kiss along his neck. "Or is that backwards?"

Her hands explored the newly-exposed flesh, lightly teasing it into attention. She had, it should be noted, very nice hands -- or at least thought she did.

[rebelseekspizza]

She did. They were pretty, like the rest of her, and they felt pretty good, and Dante let out a pleased gasp. "Depends on what you're planning to do with me."

[not_a_moonie]

As a reward for that gasp, Alana bit into his neck for a moment before speaking again,

"Mmmm, I was thinking touch you until you're good and hard, and then kiss my way down," she told him, intensifying her efforts down below. "Unless you had something else in mind."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Now that sounds like a damn good time," Dante sighed. His eyes slid half-shut, and his hips rocked gently into her touch. "Though I could get distracted."

... which was more or less why they hadn't wound up even last time.

[not_a_moonie]

"I don't think I'm going to let you get distracted," Alana decided, and now her hand was settling into a steadier rhythm against his prick. "Kind of want to see you come."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Fuck," Dante said. "Mm. Okay."

He was easy like that.

He slid his hands back onto her waist, touching idly. Those curves were right there; he'd hate to miss out.

[not_a_moonie]

Alana groaned softly as his hands made contact, then moved her head down to tongue a line between his nipples and heading south.

She was easy like that, too.