Pretty Pretty Princess: Redux

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Who: Those Who Play Games
Where: The Game Tower
When: Day 300

[ Today you step out of the elevators and into the game room to find yourselves in an airy Grand Ballroom. Maybe, if you've been here long enough--you might recognize this room?

At the front of the room is a buffet table featuring finger sandwiches, petit fours, and savory pastries as well as a variety of small desserts complemented by bottoms-up turned teacups and steaming hot kettles set up for self-serve. From nowhere to be seen comes the sound of instruments playing. Up above, tethered to the ceiling, are what appear to be long curtains. …

The small, square tables feature place cards that as of yet are mysteriously empty, but other than that--there is nothing on the table. Those who have walked in and might prefer to walk out again will find they are mysteriously barred from exiting…. ]


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Comments

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Searches his expression for a moment, intent, eyes flickering back and forth as though to take it all in]

Okay.

[He leans in a little - hesitates]

I, uh. I still got the lipstick one, too.

[protectshisown]

[Rye loves friendship and he is here for it, okay okay.]

[He nods, putting a hand on his cheek, leaning in close. Not quite closing the distance.]

[Letting Hurricane decide if he wants that.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He leans in for a kiss, soft, and Rye can probably feel the way some of the tension leaves his shoulders as soon as their lips brush]

[He's been waiting entirely too long for this, though - doesn't quite manage to tamp down on the urge to make it linger]

[protectshisown]

[He's more than okay with it lingering, kissing back and deepening it slightly in invitation, but mostly giving the reigns to Hurricane. Letting him take what he wants as his fingers lightly run through his hair.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shivers, a little, at the kiss - at the closeness - at the feel of fingers combing through his hair]

[It's still slow, still gentle, but he deepens the kiss readily, licking into his mouth]

[protectshisown]

[He hums into the kiss, fingers still stroking his hair, other hand rubbing circles against his side.]

[He opens his mouth easily, letting Hurricane explore, his own tongue moving against his, but coaxing him to keep going.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[It's really good, and he's really needed this for a while now]

[Which is to say, please hold while he just enjoys the kiss for what it is, slow and deep and lingering]

[protectshisown]

[Its nice to indulge. To just hold and kiss Hurricane. Especially since he does remember they're in public and no helpful wings this time.]

[But kissing is still very nice, being close is nice, and not hurrying. Giving Hurricane what he's needed, for as long as he needs.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[It is very nice, and he breaks the kiss to come back in for another, shifting on Rye's lap so that he can press nearer]

[The kiss is still slow, but there's a little more heat to it, this time - as though now that the initial need has been sated, he's had time to remember that he's sitting on Rye's lap and kissing him, and that that's very nice, indeed]

[protectshisown]

[He's panting a bit as the kiss breaks, but he doesn't pull far before Hurricane is kissing him again. He pulls him a little closer, hands tracing slow circles at his side. He feels the heat, and its hard to not give in more.]

[He's at least trying to remember location, but it's hard to ever pull away from Hurricane.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shivers a little, at the feel of Rye's hands on his side - makes a soft, pleased sound into the kiss and catches Rye's lower lip in his teeth, a soft scrape of pressure]

[protectshisown]

[He moans softly into the kiss, pressing closer, a hand moving to this thigh and squeeze there. Wanting to hear more of those sounds.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shivers harder, at the hand on his thigh - obliges, with a hitched little breath, as he breaks the kiss and then presses immediately back in again]

[protectshisown]

[He hums into the kiss, nibbling lightly at his lower lip. His hand rubs his side and thigh, thumb drifting to the inner part to rub slow circles.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He makes another sound into the kiss, appreciative; it's an awkward angle for him to open his legs, but he spreads them a little anyway, not even conscious that he's doing it. The arms wrapped around Rye in a loose hold have begun to wander, somewhat, exploring the lines of his side and the curve of his back]

[protectshisown]

[He feels the way he spreads his legs and....yes, this is why he chose this angle.]

[Keeping his head when Hurricane straddles him is far harder.]

[He moans into the kiss as hands wander, lingering a moment more, before finally breaking it, pressing his forehead to Hurricane.]

Tell me what you want.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[This close, it's easy to see the way his cheeks are flushed, to feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing]

Keep -

Keep going. I want -

[Then he's kissing Rye again, with a soft noise that's decidedly more needy]

[protectshisown]

[Rye groans into the kiss, squeezing his thigh, his other hand moving up to his neck and kissing his deep, teeth and tongue teasing at his lips.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His legs spread a little wider, unconsciously; the kiss is deeper, this time, more urgent, and his hands close in the fabric of Rye's shirt to pull him nearer]

[protectshisown]

[It'd be so easy, to drift his hand a little higher on his leg. To devour that mouth, pull him close and give into want.]

[He kisses him deeper, licking into his mouth, exploring a few moments-]

[Then he breaks it.] Your room or my room. We're gonna put on a show at this rate.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[By the dazed look on Hurricane's face, he would have been willing to let it creep at least a little bit further into show territory, right here and right now. As it is, he leans in toward Rye as soon as he pulls away, like a plant following the light - has to take a quick breath, and then another, and make himself hold off]

Yeah. Uh - yeah.

[Give him a second, while the gears in his brain start turning again]

My... my room?

[protectshisown]

[Rye opens his mouth to respond, but a delayed reaction as I forgot finally hits.]

[And he cackles evilly.]

[Because hey, its hard to remember why he wasn't talking with a lapful of Hurricane.]

[And he's just. Gonna press his face to his shoulder, his own shaking because he's not sure if he wants to laugh or die in embarassment.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Makes a startled huff of sound that might be laugher, his own shoulders shaking a little]

Jesus, dude, I'm gonna think you're trying to kidnap me.

[protectshisown]

[He lifts his head to stick out his tongue at Hurricane maturely. Because talking just means more laughing.]

[He'll pull his hand from his thigh to grab his phone.]

Might be in the cards considering you're everything in my lap right now.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Hard to kidnap me back to my room, yeah?

[Licks at his lips, unconsciously; it is actually really difficult not to lean in and kiss him, now that he knows how good it feels to satisfy that compulsion]

...you, uh. You still up to...?