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Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
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[His own hands are calloused in certain spots, and his knuckles are almost constantly bruised even though he wears gloves religiously. Whatever she does with those hands, he knows she does it well.]
It's something like a nickname.
[He explains as an afterthought, smirking a little bit. It's not his real name, but it's the only one he goes by.]
I'm sure you must hear that all the time. [Rude finds the way Yasha turns so red endearing, even reaching out to brush a few stray hairs out of her face, his brown eyes flickering over her features up close as he studies them, noticing her eyes first. ] Am I? I think you're definitely the looker between the two of us.
[Hmm... probably moving in similar job circles. She can appreciate a man who can properly punch back (both physically and figuratively). ]
I don't know if the nickname suits you. You're quite gentlemanly towards me, [she chuckles, trying to keep the mood light with a joke.]
Here- from time to time. [It makes her smile, the small, simple gesture of moving her hair out of her face. She makes 0 moves to stop him.] Oh, yes you are. I'm not always a first pick for men, some like more gentle, petite women. But almost all women would say you're hot.
[That remark makes him smile, and he doesn't expect her to to smile back. Rude doesn't think himself unattractive, he just doesn't tend to have the freedom to consider himself from that angle. Always busy. Dedicated to work.
He has an endless supply of excuses that he uses constantly to avoid social situations where anyone would have to comment on his hotness. So hearing it from a beautiful woman does things to his brain chemistry.]
I doubt that. Don't women prefer more hair up here? [He takes her hand to put it on his head. It's not cleanly shaved like it might be if he were home, there's a fine amount of stubble, but not enough that would show without someone being this close.]
I like women I can spar with. [He says eventually, leaning in when she's distracted to to kiss her cheek, then her lips if she allows it.] I find you gorgeous.
[Her fingers go idly, slowly over the scalp of his head, all the way to the back and finally resting on the nape of his neck.]
I think it suits you, [her head tilts a little as she answers, the kiss on her cheek making her skin flush with warmth,] and if that's your preference, then I think I'll suit you too.
[She doesn't push him away or pull away from the kiss, on the contrary- with her hand placed on the nape of his neck, she pulls him in for a firmer, heated kiss, her body turning to him to accommodate it.]
[He matches her intensity as they kiss, moving closer to pull one of her thighs over his lap to straddle him, only remembering the instant they make contact that the both of them are entirely undressed.
Rude tries not to look as he pulls her close so that her soft chest meets his firm one. His hands settle against her lower back, running up and down slowly, appreciating the muscle tone he feels under his fingertips, and the curves of her body feel dangerous.]
[Yasha hikes up the sheet she's had herself covered with, which is the only thing that's now between them. It only needs one swift movement and it will be gone. She doesn't hesitate to place herself in his lap after that little encouragement.
And he can definitively look because Yasha's not going to ban herself from looking if they are going this way. Her fingers dig into the back of his neck and shoulder, inviting him in for a deeper kiss with a soft moan when his digs into her lower back. She does a remarkable job of holding her hips back and herself from pushing him back on the bed.
They might not remember what happened last night, but she sure as hell wouldn't mind a reminder.]
[Rude reasons with himself about the situation. If they did it once before, then doing it again shouldn't do any harm. Right? Unless she's sore, or not in the mood for it--and the latter doesn't seem to be the case. But Rude doesn't want to presume.]
Would you like to? Again. With me..
[It's a full coherent thought in his mind, but for whatever reason when he tries to make a complete sentence out of it, his words come out stuttered and shy. More shy than the arousal growing the longer they kiss. He savors the taste of her tongue while his hands feel up her sides, thumbs seeking out her nipples to tease if she'll allow him.]
[She pulls from the kiss for a brief moment to look at him- she has nothing to consider, she thought climbing in his lap so obscenely was a good clue. But he's a gentleman, of course, and she can't help a small smile curving on the corner of her lip.]
I would like to, yes. [Without being blackout drunk.
She reaches with her hand between them and pulls away the single sheet that's been covering her up (mostly lower half now) to get it out of the way. With his hands sending shivers down her back and eliciting a soft gasp from her when they find her breasts, she dives in for another deep kiss. This time she pushes him to lay back on the bed, and her hips roll forward slowly, teasingly against him.]
[When his back hits the mattress he chuckles, his hands moving to rest on her thighs, squeezing affectionately. He groans softly when she rolls her hips, unable to stop himself from not so subtly pushing his own up to meet that friction.
Without the sheet in the way he rocks his hips up, biting his lower lip to slide his cock back and forth along her center. Rude can feel his heart beating loudly in his chest every time she moves, equally as fixated on the movements of her body as the expression on her face.]
[She doesn't want him to hold himself back, she loves knowing that she's being wanted. The slow roll of his hips earns a soft moan into the kiss they are sharing and a bite on his lower lip.
Running her hand down his chest, she uses it to leverage herself to sit up slightly, gasping airily when he slides his cock just right against her, making Yasha shiver and making her arousal impossible to hide with how wet she's become.]
Flattery will get you everywhere right now, [she's flushed, eyes locked on his face. Masked as a playful tease, it's a pretty sincere thing too- if he wants her to ride him, she is more than eager to do so.]
[Feeling how wet she is makes him groan entirely out of anticipation. He makes another sound against her lips as they kiss, drawing away just to allow her time to speak.
The corners of his mouths lift up in a little smile, shyly using one of his hands to guide his cock inside her, while the other rests at the point where her hip meets her thigh to pull down gently once he has his tip in. She feels so good around him that he bites her neck playfully to hide a moan.]
[It takes her but a moment to adjust, her fingers digging even harder into his shoulders now; this is probably how he got the scratch marks on his back, to begin with. She feels no shame or regret about it, however.
Her head tilts low, with a soft moan as he pushes into her, as she slowly lowers her hips in return, her knees tightening around his hips. The pace they start with is slow, almost inquisitive, but Yasha is not shy to pick it up, especially since she's been given 'the reins' from being on top.]
Liking the view...? [She asks airily, sitting up more so he can take a good look at her as she moves.]
[At the moment his mind can't quite comprehend being in this situation the night before and not being able to remember it. He grunts softly at the scratch, struck by the warm wetness of her around him. And from this angle she's a sight to behold.
Rude leans back a little, staring at her with his hands moving over her hips and thighs appreciatively. One reaching upward to take one of her breasts, thumbing over her nipple as she moves, his own hips pushing up to meet her movements.]
Not just the view. [He wants to tell her that she feels divine, but the words don't quite make it out of his mouth.]
[They don't need to- she can see it from his expression, and she's drinking it all in. And meets the thrust of his hips in the perfect rhythm they set up, her hands grasping onto his. She doesn't mind bolder, rougher touches- feeling fingers dig into her skin sends a different type of pleasure down her spine.
Her breathing quickens when she moves slightly, changing the angle she moves at, a low moan slipping past her lips, and she picks up the pace of her movements, wanting more. Playfully, looking him straight in the eyes, she takes his hand from her breast and brings it to her mouth, giving them a kiss, then taking them between her lips. A visual for, perhaps, something they can do at a later date.]
I can-- ah, take it- [she murmurs against his fingers,] no need to be, mm- so gentle with me...
[She's truly captivating, and even though Rude is new to all of this, he finds it impossible to look away from her as she rides him and maintains eye contact like that. He groans when she picks up the pace, playfully swiping his fingers over her tongue, watching as she sucks them.
Her words make him eager and desperate all of a sudden. His free hand holds onto her while his hips buck upwards hard, fucking into her almost recklessly as he chases his release, watching hypnotized as her chest bounces with the movements.]
[She curses when his thrusts find that perfect angle in her, making her reel and gasp for air, almost falling over as she loses a bit of feeling in her knees. But she doesn't, catching herself, especially with Rude's hands holding her hips, the other on her mouth and neck.
He doesn't need to ask her twice, Yasha happily complies, running both of her hands down her body, over her breasts, giving her nipples a soft pinch that almost overstimulates her and makes her come right then. But she manages to hold it back, just for a while longer, and moves one of her hands even lower, over her abs and lower stomach, between her legs- only an inch away from teasing her clit because she knows she'll come instantly.]
[Rude is transfixed by the way she moves, how she feels, even the way she swears holds a certain charm. He trails one of his fingers down the marking down her lip to her chin, admiring silently even in the heat of the moment.
He's unsure just how long he'll be able to hold out, the main thing keeping him going is his desire to see her reach climax first. Although he's no expert in these matters, he does notice how she shies away from lingering too long or even contacting particular spots. Hopefully it means she's close too.
In a smooth movement, Rude sits up, pushing forward until he has her repositioned on her back. Her thighs still on the outside of his hips as he changes the angle. His movements are slower, deliberately teasing, stretching out the last bit of what they have left for a moment. It's indulgent, maybe selfish, even. Perhaps subconsciously he's making up for lost time being so work-oriented back home, but here he has no such obligations.
His desperation pulls him out of his thoughts, and Rude thrusts harder again, just one hand settling where their bodies join to rub teasing circles around her clit, only directly rubbing over it when he feels his own release is imminent. He groans the moment it happens, torn between staying put and pulling out, but it's far too late for the latter.]
[Yasha gasps when he suddenly sits up, both of her hands wrapping around his shoulders as he switches their positions. He is not wrong in his assumption- she's way too close to be teasing herself too much. She didn't want to climax way before him, she could hold out for a bit longer.
And it pays off wonderfully because with the switch of the positions, his thrusts are way harder than the tempo she held on top she moans loudly, one of her hands grasping at the sheets above her head, the other having fingers digging into his shoulders, close to mimicking the marks he already had there from last night (most likely).
With the fingers rubbing her clit, matching the pace of the thrusts, Yasha groans loudly as orgasm rushes through her, her vision going blank for a brief moment. Her legs wrap around tightly around him, so even if he had other plans, she may have changed them, her hold on him tight and refusing to let go.]
[Rude finds himself unable to move when she locks him up between her legs, and all he can do is grind into her as he fills her up with his release, groaning as he gives in, lowering onto her after. There's a little smile on his lips at just how strong her thighs are, and his hands move over them appreciatively.
He finally feels the sting where her nails were just scraping against the back of his shoulders, but he can't bring himself to move--even if he wasn't held in place by Yasha's legs. Rude presses his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply as he just lets himself enjoy the lingering pleasure a while longer.]
Yasha.. [Rude tries her name out again. Not having anything important to say, just wanting to say it.]
[She's catching her breath slowly, hands now wrapped loosely around his shoulders as he rests his head in the crook of her neck, and finally letting up the hold she has on him with her legs. She got... carried away.
But she doesn't move, enjoying the warmth and weight pressed against her in the best way possible. When he calls her name, she turns her head to look at him, pressing a small kiss on his high cheekbone.]
Hmm...? [He doesn't have to say anything, she's just acknowledging she heard him. In case he DOES ask something.]
[Her legs are strong enough that if she truly didn't want him going anywhere, it would give him a true challenge to dislodge himself, but as it turns out, Rude really wants to stay.
Whatever happened between them the night before seems a lot less important now that they've reenacted it in some way just now. ]
Nothing. [He considers saying thank you, but that would be weird, so he laughs instead, without warning.] I've never done anything like that before. With a stranger. [Rude doesn't know the first thing about one night stands, or proper etiquette afterward. If he's overstaying his welcome, he'll apologize for it later, but for now is quite content just like this.] You're a very impressive woman.
[They'll end up thanking each other so yes, it would've been weird. Yasha would probably laugh, which would make things awkward. She too isn't the best at after-sex-chit-chats with people she spends a short time with. But if he were overstaying his welcome, she would've said so by now.
Though, perhaps, she might look for him after he's all settled in.]
It's par for the course here, [she says sincerely. She won't be the first, second, or last unknown woman (or man) he'll go to bed with at the Hotel. She runs her hands up and down his arms idly,] As are you. [...] Very impressive man, not woman. [...and she's back at being weird and awkward. Great.]
[Rude stays still as he lets the aftereffect of his orgasm do it's thing, calming him down and clearing his mind.]
I see. How long have you been here? [He asks, smiling because he's sure they both know that he isn't a woman, but her awkwardness is very endearing. He gets very quiet afterward though, suddenly serious.] Is it possible to leave?
[Oh boy, she really doesn't like thinking about the fact that she's been here for-]
-a year. Give or take. [She sighs heavily and just gently shakes her head,] There have been people disappearing and it was always assumed they went back home, but never been proven. Other than those rumors- no one has actively been able to go back.
Rude settles his head onto the closest pillow as he contemplates what that must mean. If it's been a year, then that's enough time to have tried and failed more than a couple times over.]
But disappearing could also mean.. [He doesn't want to be morbid, so he shakes his head.] It's fine. I'm not willing to risk trying to find out. [All things considered, the resort isn't awful with the number and suit he was assigned.]
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It's something like a nickname.
[He explains as an afterthought, smirking a little bit. It's not his real name, but it's the only one he goes by.]
I'm sure you must hear that all the time. [Rude finds the way Yasha turns so red endearing, even reaching out to brush a few stray hairs out of her face, his brown eyes flickering over her features up close as he studies them, noticing her eyes first. ] Am I? I think you're definitely the looker between the two of us.
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I don't know if the nickname suits you. You're quite gentlemanly towards me, [she chuckles, trying to keep the mood light with a joke.]
Here- from time to time. [It makes her smile, the small, simple gesture of moving her hair out of her face. She makes 0 moves to stop him.] Oh, yes you are. I'm not always a first pick for men, some like more gentle, petite women. But almost all women would say you're hot.
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He has an endless supply of excuses that he uses constantly to avoid social situations where anyone would have to comment on his hotness. So hearing it from a beautiful woman does things to his brain chemistry.]
I doubt that. Don't women prefer more hair up here? [He takes her hand to put it on his head. It's not cleanly shaved like it might be if he were home, there's a fine amount of stubble, but not enough that would show without someone being this close.]
I like women I can spar with. [He says eventually, leaning in when she's distracted to to kiss her cheek, then her lips if she allows it.] I find you gorgeous.
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I think it suits you, [her head tilts a little as she answers, the kiss on her cheek making her skin flush with warmth,] and if that's your preference, then I think I'll suit you too.
[She doesn't push him away or pull away from the kiss, on the contrary- with her hand placed on the nape of his neck, she pulls him in for a firmer, heated kiss, her body turning to him to accommodate it.]
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Rude tries not to look as he pulls her close so that her soft chest meets his firm one. His hands settle against her lower back, running up and down slowly, appreciating the muscle tone he feels under his fingertips, and the curves of her body feel dangerous.]
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And he can definitively look because Yasha's not going to ban herself from looking if they are going this way. Her fingers dig into the back of his neck and shoulder, inviting him in for a deeper kiss with a soft moan when his digs into her lower back. She does a remarkable job of holding her hips back and herself from pushing him back on the bed.
They might not remember what happened last night, but she sure as hell wouldn't mind a reminder.]
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Would you like to? Again. With me..
[It's a full coherent thought in his mind, but for whatever reason when he tries to make a complete sentence out of it, his words come out stuttered and shy. More shy than the arousal growing the longer they kiss. He savors the taste of her tongue while his hands feel up her sides, thumbs seeking out her nipples to tease if she'll allow him.]
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I would like to, yes. [Without being blackout drunk.
She reaches with her hand between them and pulls away the single sheet that's been covering her up (mostly lower half now) to get it out of the way. With his hands sending shivers down her back and eliciting a soft gasp from her when they find her breasts, she dives in for another deep kiss. This time she pushes him to lay back on the bed, and her hips roll forward slowly, teasingly against him.]
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Without the sheet in the way he rocks his hips up, biting his lower lip to slide his cock back and forth along her center. Rude can feel his heart beating loudly in his chest every time she moves, equally as fixated on the movements of her body as the expression on her face.]
You're so beautiful..
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Running her hand down his chest, she uses it to leverage herself to sit up slightly, gasping airily when he slides his cock just right against her, making Yasha shiver and making her arousal impossible to hide with how wet she's become.]
Flattery will get you everywhere right now, [she's flushed, eyes locked on his face. Masked as a playful tease, it's a pretty sincere thing too- if he wants her to ride him, she is more than eager to do so.]
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The corners of his mouths lift up in a little smile, shyly using one of his hands to guide his cock inside her, while the other rests at the point where her hip meets her thigh to pull down gently once he has his tip in. She feels so good around him that he bites her neck playfully to hide a moan.]
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Her head tilts low, with a soft moan as he pushes into her, as she slowly lowers her hips in return, her knees tightening around his hips. The pace they start with is slow, almost inquisitive, but Yasha is not shy to pick it up, especially since she's been given 'the reins' from being on top.]
Liking the view...? [She asks airily, sitting up more so he can take a good look at her as she moves.]
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Rude leans back a little, staring at her with his hands moving over her hips and thighs appreciatively. One reaching upward to take one of her breasts, thumbing over her nipple as she moves, his own hips pushing up to meet her movements.]
Not just the view. [He wants to tell her that she feels divine, but the words don't quite make it out of his mouth.]
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Her breathing quickens when she moves slightly, changing the angle she moves at, a low moan slipping past her lips, and she picks up the pace of her movements, wanting more. Playfully, looking him straight in the eyes, she takes his hand from her breast and brings it to her mouth, giving them a kiss, then taking them between her lips. A visual for, perhaps, something they can do at a later date.]
I can-- ah, take it- [she murmurs against his fingers,] no need to be, mm- so gentle with me...
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Her words make him eager and desperate all of a sudden. His free hand holds onto her while his hips buck upwards hard, fucking into her almost recklessly as he chases his release, watching hypnotized as her chest bounces with the movements.]
Can you touch yourself for me, beautiful?
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He doesn't need to ask her twice, Yasha happily complies, running both of her hands down her body, over her breasts, giving her nipples a soft pinch that almost overstimulates her and makes her come right then. But she manages to hold it back, just for a while longer, and moves one of her hands even lower, over her abs and lower stomach, between her legs- only an inch away from teasing her clit because she knows she'll come instantly.]
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He's unsure just how long he'll be able to hold out, the main thing keeping him going is his desire to see her reach climax first. Although he's no expert in these matters, he does notice how she shies away from lingering too long or even contacting particular spots. Hopefully it means she's close too.
In a smooth movement, Rude sits up, pushing forward until he has her repositioned on her back. Her thighs still on the outside of his hips as he changes the angle. His movements are slower, deliberately teasing, stretching out the last bit of what they have left for a moment. It's indulgent, maybe selfish, even. Perhaps subconsciously he's making up for lost time being so work-oriented back home, but here he has no such obligations.
His desperation pulls him out of his thoughts, and Rude thrusts harder again, just one hand settling where their bodies join to rub teasing circles around her clit, only directly rubbing over it when he feels his own release is imminent. He groans the moment it happens, torn between staying put and pulling out, but it's far too late for the latter.]
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And it pays off wonderfully because with the switch of the positions, his thrusts are way harder than the tempo she held on top she moans loudly, one of her hands grasping at the sheets above her head, the other having fingers digging into his shoulders, close to mimicking the marks he already had there from last night (most likely).
With the fingers rubbing her clit, matching the pace of the thrusts, Yasha groans loudly as orgasm rushes through her, her vision going blank for a brief moment. Her legs wrap around tightly around him, so even if he had other plans, she may have changed them, her hold on him tight and refusing to let go.]
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He finally feels the sting where her nails were just scraping against the back of his shoulders, but he can't bring himself to move--even if he wasn't held in place by Yasha's legs. Rude presses his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply as he just lets himself enjoy the lingering pleasure a while longer.]
Yasha.. [Rude tries her name out again. Not having anything important to say, just wanting to say it.]
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But she doesn't move, enjoying the warmth and weight pressed against her in the best way possible. When he calls her name, she turns her head to look at him, pressing a small kiss on his high cheekbone.]
Hmm...? [He doesn't have to say anything, she's just acknowledging she heard him. In case he DOES ask something.]
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Whatever happened between them the night before seems a lot less important now that they've reenacted it in some way just now. ]
Nothing. [He considers saying thank you, but that would be weird, so he laughs instead, without warning.] I've never done anything like that before. With a stranger. [Rude doesn't know the first thing about one night stands, or proper etiquette afterward. If he's overstaying his welcome, he'll apologize for it later, but for now is quite content just like this.] You're a very impressive woman.
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Though, perhaps, she might look for him after he's all settled in.]
It's par for the course here, [she says sincerely. She won't be the first, second, or last unknown woman (or man) he'll go to bed with at the Hotel. She runs her hands up and down his arms idly,] As are you. [...] Very impressive man, not woman. [...and she's back at being weird and awkward. Great.]
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I see. How long have you been here? [He asks, smiling because he's sure they both know that he isn't a woman, but her awkwardness is very endearing. He gets very quiet afterward though, suddenly serious.] Is it possible to leave?
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-a year. Give or take. [She sighs heavily and just gently shakes her head,] There have been people disappearing and it was always assumed they went back home, but never been proven. Other than those rumors- no one has actively been able to go back.
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Rude settles his head onto the closest pillow as he contemplates what that must mean. If it's been a year, then that's enough time to have tried and failed more than a couple times over.]
But disappearing could also mean.. [He doesn't want to be morbid, so he shakes his head.] It's fine. I'm not willing to risk trying to find out. [All things considered, the resort isn't awful with the number and suit he was assigned.]
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