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 removed his hand somewhat grudgingly, but only for the Very Important Task of opening up her belt and then shoving at her jeans. Which was almost complicated, when at least half of his focus was on something else, like sucking that nipple into his mouth.

But not too complicated, and thus a victory.

[not_a_moonie]

See, Alana would have sworn that she was the victorious one. She wriggled the rest of the way out of her jeans, leaving her in a pair of red cotton briefs. (Not the sexiest thing she owned, but oh well.)

"I like that," she told Dante, nuzzling into the top of his head. "I like that a lot."

And clearly the proper way to prove it was to try to work her hands inside his pants, right?

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante's pants were a little on the tight side by design, but if she was willing to do something about that, he wasn't going to complain. "I'm getting that idea," he teased, licked again, and moved his hand back down.

It settled more or less where it had been, but now he had the space to find a certain somewhere with his thumb. He pressed it gently against her.

[not_a_moonie]

His pants were tight; so tight that with how close he was, the most Alana could do was mold her hand over the front to rub against his length. And even that fell away when his thumb hit home, absorbing all her atention. Her legs spread involuntarily as she was all but completely undone by the touch.

[rebelseekspizza]

And that meant her face was getting at least a second of his attention-- and ooh, pretty. Dante smiled up at her and resumed his trek downwards, pressing kisses down her chest as he rubbed gentle circles with his thumb.

[not_a_moonie]

Alana returned the smile, since he was so very pretty too. Her breath hitched under his ministrations; she couldn't assemble thoughts into coherent words, but the noises she was making were definitely of the encouraging variety.

Her hands slid upward, caressing his back and chest.

[rebelseekspizza]

He left a gentle bite on her stomach, pausing to suck on the skin there. Looking back up at her again, and doing a thing with his eyebrows to signal I'm going to be down there in just a second.

He almost didn't want to, considering how she was reacting to his hand alone. But Dante kept his promises.

[not_a_moonie]

Alana looked back at him and, surprising herself, giggled at that eyebrow thing he'd done, which was somehow both impatient and completely hot.

"You can take your time," she whispered, twisting one of his nipples between her fingertips. "I'm not trying to rush you, baby."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante let out an appreciative grunt. "Maybe I want to be rushed," he said.

Though the way he licked down her stomach next was anything but rushed. Mmm, skin.

[not_a_moonie]

"Then maybe I just won't let you rush," Alana teased in return, and then let out a small, cooing noise as he licked down her stomach. "That -- mmmm."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante slid his thumb away from her nub, so he could skim it further down. Just lightly.

Like she said, no rush.

"This definitely still tastes good," he said, and dropped his chin briefly on her belly.

[not_a_moonie]

"'Course it does," Alana said, and now her fingers were twined in his hair. "I took a shower today and everything."

As soon as she'd said it, she wondered if it was weird, and then decided she didn't care as long as his hands kept exploring.

[rebelseekspizza]

Weird? Maybe a little, but he thought it was funny. So Dante laughed, pressing another kiss just below her belly button. "Nice soap," he teased.

[not_a_moonie]

"You can borrow it if you want," Alana told him, laugh in her voice. "It's grapefruit-ginger. All the best soaps sound like sorbet."

She wriggled a little, trying to encourage him to nudge down. Her brain didn't want him to rush, but her body had other opinions.

[rebelseekspizza]

"This is a bad time to make me want ice cream," Dante warned her.

He caught her eye one last time, then slipped even lower and let his tongue flick out against her.

[not_a_moonie]

"I thought licking was kind of the point," Alana offered, though the end of the sentence was garbled by the effort it took not to cry out yet.

Her hips rocked forward, welcoming him.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Yes, but you're warm."

It made sense. Somewhere.

Not that it mattered, as now his focus was now elsewhere. Sure, Dante'd maybe rushed near the end there, but that didn't mean he couldn't drag it out with a few long, slow licks.

[not_a_moonie]

"I can't argue with that," Alana acknowledged -- and then her hands tightened on his shoulders and he was there and she was going to be quiet and appreciate his talented mouth for a little while.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante would've smirked, but well-- busy. He dragged his licks out even further, trailing the shape of her before he darted his tongue out quickly, teasing, just a little bit inside.

His thumb skimmed her nub lightly at the same time.

[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.