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[He grins, gross and selfish and needy all at once, and lets Rhys' hand guide his wrist to finger Rhys' asshole]
All right! All right. Wow. I love this desperation.
[He won't open his shirt, but BJ will start to open up Rhys to line up with his cock, huffing with impatience]
Rrgh. Sit back. Sit back on my fingers.
All right! All right. Wow. I love this desperation.
[He won't open his shirt, but BJ will start to open up Rhys to line up with his cock, huffing with impatience]
Rrgh. Sit back. Sit back on my fingers.
Fu-uuuuhu-uck--
[Rhys Repeats, dropping his face from Betelgeuse's, to drop it into the crook of his neck, before straightening up a little to do as he's told, taking his weight onto his knees as he eases back onto the other man's hand. He's warmed up enough now that his body is pretty relaxed back there, and the wet of the condom and his own spit rubbing between his legs make it easier for him to open up, sliding down onto those fingers with a low, wordless groan.
He's gone from overtalking to being incapable of forming sentences. Apparently that's where we're at right now.]
[Rhys Repeats, dropping his face from Betelgeuse's, to drop it into the crook of his neck, before straightening up a little to do as he's told, taking his weight onto his knees as he eases back onto the other man's hand. He's warmed up enough now that his body is pretty relaxed back there, and the wet of the condom and his own spit rubbing between his legs make it easier for him to open up, sliding down onto those fingers with a low, wordless groan.
He's gone from overtalking to being incapable of forming sentences. Apparently that's where we're at right now.]
Edited 2019-11-18 16:09 (UTC)
There we go...
[He pushes Rhys up and down a little, before grasping his dick from the middle -yes, condom and all - and blindly fitting the head inside]
You slutty little...whoa, okay...
[BJ, also distracted from dirty talk, is muttering under his breath, panting harshly. Forming coherent sentences is going to have to take a backseat to getting Rhys to ride him properly.]
[He pushes Rhys up and down a little, before grasping his dick from the middle -yes, condom and all - and blindly fitting the head inside]
You slutty little...whoa, okay...
[BJ, also distracted from dirty talk, is muttering under his breath, panting harshly. Forming coherent sentences is going to have to take a backseat to getting Rhys to ride him properly.]
[Rhys's head drops back as he feels himself pushed down onto something thicker than the other man's fingers. It takes a moment to adjust to the stretch, some half conscious part of him gratified by hearing the other man's dirty talk collapse as uselessly as his own had.
A lot of his weight is still on Betelgeuse's arms, but he drops himself down a little further, taking another inch of the other man's cock into him, even as doing so drags another wordless noise out of him.]
Holy-- That's good, it's good-- fuck you feel so good...
[Words are hard, but good sex comes from good communication. Even if that communication is just yelling Yes! More! Harder! every two seconds..]
A lot of his weight is still on Betelgeuse's arms, but he drops himself down a little further, taking another inch of the other man's cock into him, even as doing so drags another wordless noise out of him.]
Holy-- That's good, it's good-- fuck you feel so good...
[Words are hard, but good sex comes from good communication. Even if that communication is just yelling Yes! More! Harder! every two seconds..]
A sigh. A sigh again. And one more sigh. Hange gazes into space, a thousand yard stare like a veteran who's seen too much war, which she is.
Then she shakes herself out of it. Okay! No point being gloomy about it! Game face on! She gets up.
"Wow, great, amazing!" Her hand is limp like a dead fish, just to be an asshole about it. "We're starting this partnership off right, with going everywhere together and never letting go of each other for an entire week. This will be so fun! I expect you to attend me during my thrice-weekly cliff jumping sessions into the sea."
Then she shakes herself out of it. Okay! No point being gloomy about it! Game face on! She gets up.
"Wow, great, amazing!" Her hand is limp like a dead fish, just to be an asshole about it. "We're starting this partnership off right, with going everywhere together and never letting go of each other for an entire week. This will be so fun! I expect you to attend me during my thrice-weekly cliff jumping sessions into the sea."
Gottim. Hange takes a seat on the arm of the chair and his hair fondly with her free hand.
"No water and you're gonna behave yourself at least to a certain extent. I understand an ambient level of bullshit is natural and normal for you."
"No water and you're gonna behave yourself at least to a certain extent. I understand an ambient level of bullshit is natural and normal for you."
Hange takes a moment to sit there in silence and think about how all this might go. Also, since her hand is ruffling his hair (not for much longer because hey, what's CRAWLING on her), she realizes the hand clasping his has slipped free. Not hard, since she doesn't want to flip that skull back this time, she pulls at the hand on his head - this one's stuck now. She reaches out with her now-free hand and wiggles her fingers.
"Hand."
"Hand."
Stiffening, but laughing at the same time, Hange gets swept into the hug before she can resist. For a couple seconds she allows it, but doesn't return the embrace, before she leans in, folds her arm, and uses the elbow as a prod under his throat to push his head away.
"Enough."
"Enough."
"We're gonna hang out, I guess."
Hange nudges him over through some contrivances of elbows and hips, and wedges in the armchair next to him. This is a lot... closer than she'd normally get with someone she wasn't 1) trying to intimidate 2) intimately close to but they're warden and inmate now, intimately close is probably part of the package, like it or not, never put it in those words to Betelgeuse.
"You asked what I like to do before. I do a lot of training - which I guess gets put on hold this week. I explore in the enclosure from the almanac. We can go some places you like if you want. I favor wilderness myself. I paint what I see while I'm there, I work with clay in the art room, I read a lot..."
Hange nudges him over through some contrivances of elbows and hips, and wedges in the armchair next to him. This is a lot... closer than she'd normally get with someone she wasn't 1) trying to intimidate 2) intimately close to but they're warden and inmate now, intimately close is probably part of the package, like it or not, never put it in those words to Betelgeuse.
"You asked what I like to do before. I do a lot of training - which I guess gets put on hold this week. I explore in the enclosure from the almanac. We can go some places you like if you want. I favor wilderness myself. I paint what I see while I'm there, I work with clay in the art room, I read a lot..."
"You don't like exploring?"
Lolling over the arm of the chair dramatically, Hange makes an aggrieved grimace towards the ceiling.
"This pairing won't work out..."
Lolling over the arm of the chair dramatically, Hange makes an aggrieved grimace towards the ceiling.
"This pairing won't work out..."
She passively resists it, becoming all elbows, angles, dead weight, and knees at once. Sit next to the demon. Next to.
"Oh - yeah? What's your day to day."
"Oh - yeah? What's your day to day."
He cracks his fingers, or tries to. Hange's hand attached to his makes him accidentally crack some of hers, too.
"WELL. Let's see. From 2am to about 4am, I'm down here watching tv and jacking it to whatever's on. 4:30 I usually pass out. Then whenever I wake up, I check on Ford and see if I can turn on all the burners before he wakes up and starts smelling gas.
From there I usually head up on deck to sunbathe in the nude and do my exercises. 10:30 is choir practice. Around this time I like to hit on Martin and Jon, so I head down to the library and knock books over to get them to come out and yell so I can make one of them let me cop a feel before I'll leave.
Lunchtime, then an immediate hour on the can shitting out lunch. Text Bill on toilet, then go send dick pics to all my favorite hotties. Then it's free time! Sometimes what I like to do is see if I can sneak up on Jonesy and pick her up without her scratching my eyeballs. Other times I go chill out at the bar with Darlene and throw shit at the walls until she kicks me out. Other times I like to harass Taura into dying my hair weird colors or blackmail people into helping me paint my nails.
Dinnertime is usually twelve beers. And then I like to be back in my room in time for Rhys to make some late-night booty calls. He has the sexiest ass you've ever seen. This office twink I could bang against the copier allllll night long."
"WELL. Let's see. From 2am to about 4am, I'm down here watching tv and jacking it to whatever's on. 4:30 I usually pass out. Then whenever I wake up, I check on Ford and see if I can turn on all the burners before he wakes up and starts smelling gas.
From there I usually head up on deck to sunbathe in the nude and do my exercises. 10:30 is choir practice. Around this time I like to hit on Martin and Jon, so I head down to the library and knock books over to get them to come out and yell so I can make one of them let me cop a feel before I'll leave.
Lunchtime, then an immediate hour on the can shitting out lunch. Text Bill on toilet, then go send dick pics to all my favorite hotties. Then it's free time! Sometimes what I like to do is see if I can sneak up on Jonesy and pick her up without her scratching my eyeballs. Other times I go chill out at the bar with Darlene and throw shit at the walls until she kicks me out. Other times I like to harass Taura into dying my hair weird colors or blackmail people into helping me paint my nails.
Dinnertime is usually twelve beers. And then I like to be back in my room in time for Rhys to make some late-night booty calls. He has the sexiest ass you've ever seen. This office twink I could bang against the copier allllll night long."
'An immediate hour on the can shitting out lunch' you better fucking not Betelgeuse. Not while they're stuck together. Hange smiles... and continues smiling... and smiling gamely.
"Do you know who Bill's warden is? We can hang out with Bill," she GUESSES, "But obviously his warden is in tow for now. Who's Jonesy?"
"Do you know who Bill's warden is? We can hang out with Bill," she GUESSES, "But obviously his warden is in tow for now. Who's Jonesy?"
"Great! We can hang out with Iris too."
That's the real takeaway here.
That's the real takeaway here.
[He's still holding Rhys up like a champ but there's only so many deadlifting this dead guy can do. Instead he moves his hips up to meet Rhys, giving a gutteral groan.]
Sh-shit. Can't believe you...you're letting me...fuck you bloody-
[There's not blood but it's just been so long since he had sex with a mortal guy that he has no idea it's supposed to be painless for all involved]
Sh-shit. Can't believe you...you're letting me...fuck you bloody-
[There's not blood but it's just been so long since he had sex with a mortal guy that he has no idea it's supposed to be painless for all involved]
Shut up, dude
[Rhys is pretty sure the blood thing is just dirty talk, but if the objective was to feel him tense up and suddenly tighten around Betelgeuse's cock, then mission accomplished.]
You are not fucking-- Fuh--Uhhhuh--
[The thought is interrupted by the feeling of Betelgeuse's hips rising against his ass, and the sudden, intense sensation of fullness. He gasps, squeezing his eyes shut and rocking his body weight down into the other man's lap, teasing out the movement between them.]
[Rhys is pretty sure the blood thing is just dirty talk, but if the objective was to feel him tense up and suddenly tighten around Betelgeuse's cock, then mission accomplished.]
You are not fucking-- Fuh--Uhhhuh--
[The thought is interrupted by the feeling of Betelgeuse's hips rising against his ass, and the sudden, intense sensation of fullness. He gasps, squeezing his eyes shut and rocking his body weight down into the other man's lap, teasing out the movement between them.]
[He grins but it fades to something less conscious, giving a whine when Rhys tightens around him. BJ finally settles down in a rocking motion to match Rhys' pace, and actually looks at him to make sure he's liking this too, like he's nervous Rhys might actually leave at this point.]
Gnnh. Graduati-nn through sex? Se-ahh-
[nope, no comprehensible words come out after he jerks upwards again]
Gnnh. Graduati-nn through sex? Se-ahh-
[nope, no comprehensible words come out after he jerks upwards again]
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