sunseeker | an ill-advised venture (for sarcaskick)

[ Her wetness is a real saving grace; there's certainly a difference in their size as he stands nearly a foot taller, to say nothing of size elsewhere. The ego gets another stroke as she reacts so visibly to his cock, speaks his name with want on her breath. To think he almost chose business over pleasure, tonight. What a grave mistake that might have been. ]

What's the matter? Afraid to speak up?

[ Wouldn't it be fun, he thinks, to make her break that silence.

His hips draw back, nearly far enough to unsheathe himself from her altogether, only to push forward again - and this time it's a proper thrust, rocking her body back against the wall, a wet smack accompanying the collision of their hips. Another, then another, at a slow but deliberate pace, with each thrust a little harder than the last. Perhaps from coincidence or from shared mentality he realizes that her legs could stand to be a little less in the way, reaching down to grab one beneath her knee and hoist it up before beginning to pound her in earnest.

His other hand travels back up to her head, fingernails dragging dully at her scalp just at the base of one of her catlike ears, which he leans down to groan into.]

Do I need to go harder?

[ It works.

She isn't expecting that first thrust to happen quite in the manner it does, just as she feels like she's adjusted to the girth inside of her. Just as she's letting her hands fall away. It's the surprise that makes her cry out at first, with nothing there to stop it. She tries to quiet back down, but as he hoists up her leg and they're able to find a better angle, all hope is lost. He penetrates right where she needs him, and she can no longer prevent herself from groaning into every thrust.

Gods that feels good.

While she still can, she rips her gloves off. They were fine before; now she wants to feel as much of his skin as she possibly can and begins to let her hands wander. The whisper against her ears sends a shiver down her spine, and her fingers curl, unconsciously scratching down his back. A souvenir, perhaps. ]

N-no... Just don't stop. Please don't stop. I--

[ There's another sharp cry as one of his thrusts hits and especially good angle, accompanied by a look somewhere between mortification and resignation. She's not trying to stop it anymore; she doesn't have the capacity to focus on much of anything but the feel of his cock stretching her out. ]

[ Mercury is, for the most part, selfish. He does what he wants because he wants to, and rarely takes into consideration the wants of others when it doesn't suit him. One might assume, then, that he would view sex similarly - a way to get himself off, without caring much about the satisfaction of his partner. As long as he gets his, what else matters?

One would be wrong - because it's only really enjoyable when your partner is giving back the same energy that you're putting in, and that only happens when their needs are being met. So he's learned to respond quickly when he finds something that works, something like the one spot he manages to hit that makes her cry out just right - it's easy to aim for that angle again and again, eager to hear just how loud she can be. It's why he leans down to let his mouth attack her neck and throat again, sucking against the skin hard enough to bruise. The nails down his back are certainly encouraging, from the way his back arches into the touch, hips working in a frenzy as if trying to pound her straight through the wall.

They've probably drawn a crowd; he can't be bothered to turn and look. ]

Good girl.

[ But if they're putting on a show, it might as well be a damn good one. ]

[ Much as she loves what he's doing to her, she wants to see more of that; the smug praise, the way he arches into her. Enough so to get her to go from embarrassment to actually embracing the noises of pleasure that keep escaping from her throat, continuing to rake her nails along his skin. The eyes around them are still a bit much for her to endure, so she keeps her gaze focused on Mercury as much as she able. The ceiling, when she can't, which gives him more space to access her throat, to give her more of those markings that make her skin sting and her extremities tingle. One of her hands lifts to his hair, simply wanting to comb through it at first, but the sensations are becoming overwhelming, and she curls a fist into it simply to hold on. ]

I-- [ There was a going to be sentence there, but it's cut off by a groan. How is he so good at hitting just the right spot? ] I'm getting close.

[ For better or worse, it's been a while, so her stamina in these particular proclivities is not at it's best. Whatever he wants to do with that, however, is his choice. It's clear enough that right now, she'll do almost anything she's told. ]

[ There's a grunt of appreciation from the way she grabs onto his hair - between that and the marks she's assuredly left from raking his back, it's pretty clear that he likes it when she digs in to show her appreciation. Big surprise, the guy who fights for a living enjoys a bit of pain with his pleasure.

It's easy to tell what it is that she enjoys - and her confession confirms that he's doing just what she needs him to. It might be fun to turn things around and deny letting her get what she wants for a bit. He could slow down, stop altogether, watch her squirm, make her beg. He did so love the way she sounded when she was desperate.

But he really wanted to hear how she sounded when she went sailing over the edge.

So he lowers his free hand to grab beneath her other knee to life it similarly, holding her against the wall more by the pressure of his body against hers than anything else, hips pounding relentlessly as he lifts his lips to her ear once more. ]

Go on. Do it. We're only getting started.

[ She might not be able to see it, but she can all but hear the grin in his voice. ]

[ She doesn't know how to say anything but nod meekly, the heat of his breath giving her goosebumps. Once he swings her second leg up she curls her other hand into his hair as well, gripping tightly to help keep balance, and because she feels like she needs something to keep them occupied.

There is cry there that sounds different in intensity from the others somehow, and he'll know he's met the end by how her words change, no longer a little noise from the back of her throat but something that's enunciated; how she cries out to the Twelve and begins to call out his name in a desperate plea, almost like a prayer.

Her pussy contracts and begins to quiver around his cock, and it's all she can do but to wrap her legs around his waist to ride it out as best she can. After a moment, her legs tremble and go slack, and she slumps against him, her strength suddenly gone. If he releases the weight against her, it's like that she'll just collapse to the ground without any help.

She's panting in exhaustion, her head left to rest against his chest while she can. Just the beginning...? She's not sure what she could possibly do in such a state. ]

[ There's something so immensely satisfying about hearing his name cried out alongside the Twelve, as if he was rising to their ranks through sheer physical gratification. It's nearly enough to bring him to climax just hearing it, and the way she clenches him tight with every part of her body that she's able brings him dangerously close, but...

Gods, is he a stubborn thing, to be so determined not to let this end so soon.

While he has her against the wall, limp as she is, he leans in to press his lips to her ear once more, whispering smugly. ]

'Atta girl.

[ But there's no fun in just doing the same thing again - staying here with her against the wall would just be a repeat, and he's all about changing things up. There's a room upstairs that's open for use (containing the aforementioned dirty mattress), and if she's going to need to lay down it seems better to go there than stay here. So he leans back from the wall, careful to manipulate her weight in doing so such that she's resting against him fully instead of having her fall back away from him. With his cock still buried inside of her he turns to carefully start making his way to the stairs; her legs may have gone weak, but his are more than strong enough for the journey. On the way he remarks to the bartender to "put it all on his tab", so hey, at least drinks are paid for!

It doesn't take long to make it to the room, kicking the door closed behind him before lowering her (and himself) to the bed so she can actually lay back, finally removing his cock from inside of her. ]

You still with us, Warrior?

[ She's gone quiet. As he removes her from the wall, she simply curls into him and and holds on, letting her eyes drift closed for a moment. She feels ... strange. Content and satisfied yet... agitated. The jeers from their former spectators as she's moved somewhere more private doesn't help matters.

She wants... she wants something. What, she isn't sure, yet despite the buzz of pure relaxation strumming in her every nerve, it's seems the night's events so far have taken a bit more of emotional toll than she'd anticipated.

A night that... does not yet seem to be over. She stares up at him, bewildered. ]

I... believe so...?

[ She sounds uncertain. Though she is also not moving to stop whatever is happening. ]

[ ... She really is wiped out. He blinks once, considering her for a moment. He's eager to go for more, but she's exhausted - and there really isn't much satisfaction in going for round two if she's unable to respond in kind. Okay. So maybe... give it a little time.

...

He could also just jerk off on her, but that's also not as fun.

So rather than climbing on top of her again he sort of plops himself down next to her, running a hand through his hair with a short breath. After a moment he reaches out and...

ruffles her hair. ]

You know, when I asked about the whole "crowded tavern" thing, I seriously didn't think you were going to go along with it.

[ ...

... Odd. She did not think him the type. But she's grateful, and turns to give him a smile. The playfulness of earlier is gone; here face right now is as open as can be, gentle and honest. ]

I do like an adventure. [ It's not the entire truth of why she did what she did, but it is a sincere part of it. The expression turns wry, and she adds apologetically, ] ... Though I feel I've let you down. I'll have to make it up to you.

[ She's not one who only takes. ]

[ He really isn't the type on most days. Why he is tonight is a grand mystery which he will not think on. ]

Let me down? [ There's a bark of a laugh, shaking his head incredulously. ] You knocked one off my bucket list. Two, actually.

[ Public sex + sex with a legendary hero is one hell of a combo! ]

But I'm happy to say you're indebted to me. I'm sure I can find plenty to do with that.

Did I not also mention I like to take care of people?

[ She gives a laugh of her own, though it's softer. A bit more tired. ]

Though I take that to mean you'll call on me again in the future.

[ Now, why does she look so delighted? ]

Guess it does.

[ There! She suggested it, so now it's not just his idea for them to see each other again. Checkmate. ]

If you'll have me. I'm not totally sure that you enjoyed yourself tonight.

[ Ah, there's that smugness again. ]

Oh, I think I got exactly what I wanted.

[ She beams. ]

A friend?

[ The worst part of it is that she actually sounds a bit serious--quite pleased with herself, even. ]

A partner for spontaneous, risqué sex is more like it.

[ because like HELL could he admit to friendship. ]

But call it whatever you want, I guess.

.... Close enough.

[ She may have questionable priorities, but there is more than one way to get to know someone, and for her, this absolutely counts.

Though for reasons she can't identify, she does feel... unusually shaken after the encounter, and she can't seem to identify why. She's trying her best to ignore it, so she attempts to change the subject. ]

Might you be willing to do me a favor? My gloves are still down there and I... Don't feel especially keen to go back down. For several months or longer. If ever.

[ She'll just have to sneak out the window when she leaves. It's... It's fine. ]

[ Ah... so the shame is there, it just took being out of the heat of the moment for it to really bloom. This isn't a big surprise, nor is it exactly new to him. It happens, sometimes, when he coaxes people into doing things they normally might not.

When they realize they sank to his level. ]

Yeah, sure.

[ He does take a moment to put himself back together, fixing his pants, zipping his jacket back up, before he starts heading for the door.

A pause, glancing back at her. ]

We could always burn the place down. No evidence, no witnesses. Easy fix.

[ he's kidding ]

... It is tempting. [ It is not. The last thing the Brume needs is to be on fire. Again. ] But why bother? Even were word to get out about our actions tonight, I don't think anyone would actually believe it.

[ Her smile is a bit weaker than it should be, for a joke, and she waves him off, rising to her feet as well.

The gloves weren't truly that big a concern; the truth is she needed a moment to sneak off the facilities to towel herself clean a bit. Fix her clothes, splash some water on her face. She'd prefer a hot bath, but this will have to do for the time being. She kicks off her boots and curls back into the bed, wrapping her arms around herself while she waits--feels a bit better that way. She lets out the sigh she'd been holding back, in hopes that Mercury can't hear. ]

[ He shrugs, as if to say "your loss", before turning to leave.

He doesn't hurry down, or hurry back up - her demeanor is off, a bit reserved, certainly not the upbeat and cheerful thing she had seemed to be when they first stared talking and he suspects it's because of him (which, again, tracks with how things often go). Well, he shouldn't care. It's not like this was some budding romance, right? It's not like he cares.

It's not like he cares.

He does grab the gloves from where they had been discarded along the wall - a few of the former onlookers try to get a word in, but they're all pretty well ignored in favor of the task at hand. He eventually returns to the room, gloves in hand as he walks over to where she's curled up on the bed. ]

Take 'em. I'll get out of your hair.

You're leaving?

[ She pulls herself back into a sitting position, looking somewhat confused. This is ... not what she's used to. She knew that from the first, and had an inkling he might leave, but she figured it would be when she was asleep, and not now. She does reach out, but what she grabs is his hand rather than the object in them. ]

... Stay? Just a little longer.

[ It's an impulse-she's not sure why she's doing it. Though what she does know is that she's never been terribly fond of being left alone for long. She never has. It's... boring. Draining. ]

[ Given where her hand had been not all too long ago, one would think that her taking his hand wouldn't really have any effect. But that's not a physicality he's used to. When he's touching someone it's almost always to sate one appetite or another, be it violent or otherwise. Something like this, purely seeking his company, it's...

~~nice?~~ unexpected.

He blinks, rewarding her with a brief look of genuine surprise that he's quick to hide. ]

Uh... I mean I can, I guess. For now.

[ A pause. ]

You're not going to ask me to cuddle, are you?

[ That pulls a laugh out of her, like some of her normal energy is starting to come back. What he suggests happens to be one of her favorite things, even, which might be obvious by the sudden brightness in her eyes. ]

I won't force you.

[ That would be a yes, though she's not going to protest if he declines. She's already pushing her luck, she's certain. ]

As if you could.

[ Yeah that's right he'll fight the Warrior of Light big whoop whatever--

But he does... set himself down on the edge of the bed. He doesn't climb on all the way, but at least he's next to her now. It's probably the most she's going to get out of him, this time. ]

There. Happy?

... Uh huh. We'll have to test that sometime. But I am happy, as it happens!

[ There she is again. Much more herself. There's still a strange pit in her stomach she can't seem to define, but that isn't fun and therefore not worth her time to scrutinize. It will get pushed back down where it belongs, so she can focus on better things. ]

You know... They opened a bath house, but recently. Thermal water, open air, and there's a few more private options. It's not as exciting as our tavern affair, I'm sure, but I'm not certain I could handle that again so soon. Besides, I wouldn't want the novelty to wear off.

[ Which is... Certainly one way of putting it. ]

[ He hums briefly at the suggestion, casting his gaze towards the ceiling in thought. It sounds good, and if she's implying what he thinks she's implying then it sounds even better. But there is one thing about going to a place like that which complicates things a little.

... But why spoil the surprise? ]

Are you saying that I need a bath? Rude.

[ He returns his gaze back down to her, head tilting a bit in her direction. ]

But I could be convinced to give it a look, I guess.

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