Karaoke bar mingle, Day 433 evening

[sangreine]

Who: Alizarin, Lupine, Venti, and AS MANY PEOPLE AS POSSIBLE
Where: Karaoke Bar, Pasela Resort
When: Day 433, evening

[ At the karaoke bar, the rooms are decorated in the style of LiliS, SensitIV, ☆Zrael, Wild City, Avante, and HSS as the "winners" of the latest horrifying game, dubious though the title is.  A group is gathering there in search of some mutual comfort after these recent, trying days, with plans for lots of drinks, songs, and plenty of cuddles for whoever wants them -- won't you join them? ]

[ A handwritten sign just at the entrance reads: ]

Rules: 
1. No brooding
2. Anyone wanting to engage in "improper behavior" must get permission from Suou Tsukasa

[ -- that last one is probably just a dig at the poor boy for attempting to moralize to immortals, but do with it as you like. ]

[ Everyone who was at Ideal Worlds endgame, knows the three party planners, is in their units, or just heard about this shindig through the robust hell grapevine should consider themselves invited!  In fact, you might have been dragged against your will -- they are a rather incorrigible bunch, after all. ]

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[ She's not entirely aware of being led backwards until her shoulders hit the wall and she gasps, more from his encouragement than surprise. Pinned like a butterfly spread for the mounting board, and clearly delighted about it, if a hint off-kilter since she's far more accustomed to being the provocateur in this scenario. Absolutely no complaints, however; she trusts him not to push too far (and if he tries, she's not incapable of pushing back, just -- she doesn't especially want to just now). ]

[ If there was any doubt about the state of her, the impatient whine she makes when he adds that cream to his mouth should neatly resolve it; or the greedy way she moves to get at it while sacrificing as little of his mouth as possible; or the way she clutches at his hair and shirt, wild at the fringes. ]

[ Damn but she likes when he gets a spark of confidence. With any luck he'll keep it up a while. ]

[ends]

[ he is nothing if not attentive to the needs of others, and he is confident in nothing if not that. she might feel him smile, the curve of his lips against hers sweet as the dessert between them. given her positive response, Kitsu leans over again to swipe more still of that dessert, trailing a clean finger down her neck only to switch it once he reaches her chest, trailing a curving line of cream and syrup.

giving her hair another tug, he speaks to her against her lips, moving to nudge a leg against her thighs. not a press, not a pin and not force, but the idle tease of implication. he's here, when she is. ]

I know the overseer likes a thorough job, but consider this my formal request to take down the decorations [ he hooks his pinky on her corset to tug at it, ] so that I can do that. [ he ends with another nip at her lips, leaving his hands where they are: one at her top, the other raking through her hair. ]

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[ Feeling him smile makes her do the same, but it's lost to a sharp gasp when he makes a sweet trail down her chest, tugs at her clothing. His boldness would be gratifying enough on it's own -- but her legs shift so his thigh is between hers, so there's definitely more she's after. A boned corset can't just be tugged down, the baleen is flexible enough to mold to her body, but it's far too structured to move like normal fabric. Fortunately for both of them there's no need to fiddle with the back lacings; the one she's wearing has a front busk that's easily opened. She flips open the top fastening to demonstrate, and grins at him between kisses, despite her breathlessness. ]

Granted. Now find better things to do with that mouth then ask silly questions. [ She's delaying her dessert for this (in a way), so make it worth it if you please. ]

[ Being Kitsu, he follows instructions very well, and because this isn't their first go-round, because of the other, less physical moments of intimacy they've shared, the way they connect is fascinating, and perfect, soft moans interspersed with laughter. Playing with the sweets and the half-dressed whirlwind don't hurt, either -- nothing is better than being so consumed in another person that the world shrinks down to just this one moment. After the game yesterday, it seems they both needed a moment of uncomplicated, unexpected joy. ]

[ When he at last sets her down, both of them ruffled and short-winded, she slides her arms around him and nuzzles against his neck. She'd like just a moment before they set their clothes right -- some things are worth delaying dessert for. ] You're just full of brilliant ideas tonight.

[ends]

[ the implication of his touch at her corset is enough, but her moving into him in this continued back-and-forth dance of bold forwardness and teasing has him coming forth to meet her without question. ]

And that's the command I was waiting for. [ he matches her grin against him, minding her expressions, intermixing sweet glazes with the playful friction between them and inevitably summoning a comfortable sheen of sweat. while the two of them have it, they can do nothing but leave behind the misery, the bitterness, the regrets of that game, if only for a while.

that too is valuable, a lifeline all its own.

turning his neck to accommodate her, he pulls her head against him and wraps an arm comfortably around her waist to hold her, to enjoy. ]

Some of them aren't so terrible, right? [ he follows up with a breathless little laugh, moving his thumb gently over her untidied hair. ] I trust the head of operations to shut down the really bad ones.

[ he finishes off with a gentle kiss to her forehead. ]

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[ Huffing a tiny laugh with what breath she has, she snuggles closer and adds a few kisses to his already thoroughly-kissed neck. It doesn't sit well that he has so little confidence mere moments after showing such delightful initiative, but that's Kitsu. She doesn't actually want to change him, just let him know he's appreciated for exactly who he is. ]

It's not just anything that could get me so distracted while surrounded by a bunch of desserts. [ Upgrade 'not so terrible' to 'incredibly fantastic' if you please, for accuracy's sake. ] I definitely needed that.

[ She was with Ren earlier, but even so. It's not even that she's insatiable (though she is), it's that being with the people she cares about is all that settles her tumbling feelings about certain other people she cares about needing time without her. Understanding it intellectually means exactly nothing to the rest of her. ]

[ Despite that thought, her mood is somewhere up in the rafters. She pulls back enough to kiss his mouth, sweet and lingering. ] Feel free to have this idea again, as often as possible.

[ends]

[ for whatever little it may be worth, if asked he'd insist that his swipes at himself here had been playful deference, in reclaiming an easy dynamic that they'd enjoyed. ]

Ah, huhhh, that's true, isn't it? [ though his tone almost implies he didn't already know, that he did not, in fact, understand perfectly well what he'd been trying to do by juxtaposing sweets with physical touch, with intimacy. if there is any doubt that this too is spoken for effect, to relish in the moment rather than earnest surprise, he's confident that the laughter that follows will clear it.

he pulls her head in against his chest, combing through her hair to straighten it back out. it may not be enough to do this to make either of them truly presentable again, but it's a start. ]

Maybe we both needed it. [ after all that misery, that game, he won't say, unwilling to risk welcoming the re-entry of guilt and regret so soon. her show, he rules. no brooding: he's trying.

he'll not only allow the kiss, he'll chase her lips and remain close, pulling away just enough to let either of them speak and no more. ]

With all that in mind, I uh. [ another little laugh, airy, pleasantly drowsy. ] I think I can commit to letting my imagination run wild on purpose. [ at current, he'd like to imagine they could stay like this a while longer, for all that he knows that they will have to piece themselves back together. ]

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[ She chuckles, warm and low, at his light teasing; of course he knew what he was doing, which makes it that much better. Being wanted is a salve for a great deal with her, it would seem they have that in common. She'll add it to the growing list (they need more that got on the "good stuff" side). ]

[ Resting her forehead against his, she does her best to keep him close, not that there seems to be much worry of him pulling away. For the most part she finds foreplay the more satisfying part of sex, a matter of her hunting instincts surely, except for kissing -- that, afterwards, she could do for hours if someone permitted her, lazy and aimless. They haven't that sort of time here and this isn't the locale if they had, but for another few moments if he'll indulge her, she'd keep him right where they are. ]

I'll look forward to that, then. [ Unsurprising to everyone she kisses him again, leveraging her hold on his shoulders to press against him, reluctant to give in to the world around them that will beckon them apart soon enough. What pieces of her skin he managed to bare before they lost themselves feel much warmer against him, despite his cooler temperature. ]

[ You have to be at least a little impressed that she hasn't made for the dessert plates yet. ]

[ends]

[ they certainly need more things to tip the scales in their favor in a world where so much exists completely out of their control. he tucks a few more strands of dark hair behind her ear, smoothing them into place to better view her eyes, his own still bleary and partially-lidded.

although he recognizes the need for motion eventually and knows the moment will come where he has to wear his tempered expression while trying to ward off the idle current of anxiety for that earring, that which turns his stomach, makes him sick and weary and feverish when it isn't impeding his movement, for now he'll indulge. he can grant himself this, and he can justify that it isn't for him alone.

he is in no hurry, trailing a hand from her bare shoulder to her neck. ]

Sure. Just give me five... [ five? he can allow himself more than that, can't he? ] Ahh, maybe ten more minutes to just... have this without it.

[ no thoughts, no plans, simply moving to meet her slow kisses with lazy, pleasantly sleepy ones of his own, laughing breathlessly again against her lips. ] I'm definitely not allowed to take a nap here... but I would if I could.

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[ Her eyes are bright and dancing behind the fringe of hair he pushes back, duly charmed by how indolent he is. Definitely in no hurry to rush to the edge of this tapering euphoria. ]

Curling up for a while would be nice. [ She's not quite tired, more like energized, but in a pleasantly idle way rather than her characteristic restlessness. Shedding the rest of these clothes and just resting with him sounds pretty great, but there are the matters of all these desserts and the other people she's planning to seduce tonight. ] But failing that, you can have as many minutes as you like. [ Rushing through afterglow is torment, in her humble opinion. ]

[ His kiss, his laugh, the short breath, it's all incredibly becoming; she offers him an approving, affectionate smile when they part enough to manage it. Her hands, never wanting to still for long, find the back of his neck and shoulders, aimlessly working out any tension they find. ]