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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[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.

[rebelseekspizza]

She was moving, so his hands were, too; he settled one over the line of her spine, trailing his fingertips upwards, towards her wings. Dante liked the contrast-- skin there, the heat of her mouth on the other side.

A happy shiver of anticipation rolled up through his back. He sighed, half a curse.

[not_a_moonie]

Her wings were brittle but strong, with a tougher sheath flat against the top -- like a cicada, or a bat. Their base was sensitive, and she wriggled a little against his hand as he approached it.

"Nice," she murmured into his skin, and then spiraled her tongue around his belly-button.

[rebelseekspizza]

"You said it," Dante sighed.

He wasn't usually good at gentle, or careful. But something about the wings made him try, sliding his fingers with care against the base.

[not_a_moonie]

"I did," Alana agreed, arcing her back into his hand.

She moved her mouth down to lick, delicately, at his tip. She wasn't going to take her mouth away to tell him this, but she was pretty fond of the way he tasted, too.

[rebelseekspizza]

Yeah, yeah, hold that over his head forever...

... not that Dante was in any mood to complain if she did right now. He groaned, hands stilling where they were as his focus slipped completely downwards.

[not_a_moonie]

Forever, or at least until he left her room that day.

Alana moved to straddle his thighs before bringing her mouth down again. She considered teasing him for a microsecond, realized she was too turned on to even try, and began working him over in earnest -- one hand on his balls, the other caressing his chest, and her tongue licking along the most sensitive ridge.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Oh, fuck," Dante moaned, his fingers digging into the skin right underneath her wings. Oops? Something? Damn.

There was something really fucking nice and deeply fucking distracting about having that much focus on you at once.

[not_a_moonie]

Alana moaned around him at the slight sting of his fingertips as she opened her mouth wider, drawing him deeper in. She wasn't any type of deep-throating goddess, but she liked giving blowjobs to guys with equipment as nice as Dante's, and she would give him as much attention as he could take.

[rebelseekspizza]

Yeah, now Dante had to look. He groaned appreciatively at the sight of her, his fingers smoothing over the skin he'd just kind of manhandled. "Fuck," he repeated, "You're gorgeous."

[not_a_moonie]

Alana smirked up at him with her eyes.

"Mmm-hmmm," she said, clearly agreeing, and would have said more if her mouth wasn't busy. Her fingers floated down, clenching at the bedspread for balance.

[rebelseekspizza]

The smirk back was just reflexive, okay? It got knocked off Dante's face a moment later anyway. His fingers skipped over the base of her wings again, then up, the palm of his hand settling over the back of her neck.

He needed his focus. It was all that was keeping him from trying to rock up into her mouth.

[not_a_moonie]

She could probably handle it if he did rock up, though she appreciated the effort at control. Her nails dug into his hips as she sped up, tongue flickering against the head with each stroke.

[rebelseekspizza]

It was always rude to do that when you weren't sure the other party was cool with it. Especially when you had supernatural strength.

Dante slid his hand into her hair in earnest. His breathing was starting to run ragged, and he gave up on look in favor of letting his head hit the pillow with a thump. He muttered a handful of colorful expletives while he was at it.

Ah, there was that nice brain fog. C'mere.

[not_a_moonie]

Yeah, supernaturally strong thrusting into her mouth probably wouldn't have been one of Alana's favorite things.

On the other hand, the way he looked now, cursing and falling apart ... that was rapidly becoming one of her favorite things. She pulled off for a moment, keeping her hand in motion while she kissed below his navel.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante peered at... the top of her head? Yep, top of her head, with one half-squinty eye. "Now you look up to no good," he said.

His breath hitched on 'look' and again on 'good'. And then-- "Damn."

[not_a_moonie]

"Damn?" she repeated, amused -- and, on impulse, stretched up to try to kiss him if he'd let her.

[rebelseekspizza]

Hey, Dante had absolutely zero issue with kissing. Even if he did have some weird hang-up about it, right now his focus was on something else entirely.

Or... not much. Didn't feel like focus. Brain scattered. Nice.

Would've missed her mouth, but that was busy somewhere else now. He groaned against her mouth, kissing her back haphazardly, hand still buried in her hair.