not_a_moonie | Room 302, Thursday Afternoon

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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From:

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.

From:

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?"

From:

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.

From:

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."

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

rebelseekspizza

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

From:

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.

From:

rebelseekspizza

Dante let out a happy sigh.

Very happy.

"I am in art class," he mused.

From:

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.

From:

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."

From:

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."

From:

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.

From:

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."

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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."