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ANY CAR IN A STORM
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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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[ Heathcliff didn't get much of anything im that mansion, never mind practical experience, but if he dwells in what he lost, in what he can't do, he'll end up even worse than Hindley. Fuck that.
Which is why Heathcliff focuses harder than he has in his life, listens to Ishmael and follows along in a way he's never followed along with one of her pamphlet tirades. This is practical, is the thing: rules don't mean much to him, getting his hands dirty is how he learns.
Dirty, huh. Heathcliff's eyebrows pinch and he looks as though he's either reading a very difficult book or threading a very tiny needle, but he's being gentle, inasmuch as he can be gentle. It's a bit fumbly, but when he hears her breath catch and her folds tense — and isn't that actually batshit, that he's pleasuring anyone, much less Ishmael — he pauses, frowns, but does the same motion again, and again, adjusting and massaging until he can feel his fingers slip a bit too much to realistically keep going. Is this dirty? Probably, if he can figure out how to get her going...
And then she puts his hand on her breast and he nearly snatches it away, a reflex from years and years of being a dirty Backstreets mongrel, but like, not a completely rubbish human being, relatively. He scowls. Of course he's allowed to touch there now, he just... he just needs a second to adjust. ]
Fuck. Warn a chap, why don't you.
[ He continues to grumble, but he doesn't make eye contact, much too busy finding out that holy fucking Wings her chest is soft. He cannot multitask at the moment, so he takes a break from fingering her to squish her boob slightly, watching the way her freckles stretch and squish.
Don't think about it too much. Go by instinct. Heathcliff, being an actual animal, thinks: I wonder how this would feel in my mouth. And because he's decided to take her lead, for once, this means he tries it. Granted, it's a very gentle thing, just under the nipple, more out of curiosity than any deliberate plan to catch her off guard, but he does lick, and he does suck, and there are teeth. He makes a thoughtful noise, releases her, then does it again, this time directly over her nipple. That should be different, right...? The relative stiffness of her nipple is an interesting difference on his tongue, so naturally, he licks it again.
As he figures out the boob situation, his cock swells with his interest where it lays just on top of her clit. Unintentionally, he rolls his hips, pressing against her slit, more rocking than grinding, but it's still enough to work his cock between her folds, even if the tip is nowhere near inside. At least it's very rigid and hot, slicking easily from the wet between Ishmael's legs. It should be nice, even if it's only pressed against her instead of all the way inside. He'll get around to it as soon as he's done with sucking at her breasts, promise. ]
[ it's dirty, but nobody said that sex is going to be clean and pristine. with heathcliff's clumsy, exploratory movements, it's bound to get messy from here. it does help that heathcliff's hands are big, warm, and calloused -- very nice to hold in her own equally rough hands and to have right up her cunt. so when he snaps at her as a kneejerk reaction, ishmael frowns right back because what the fuck. they were really about to get right into it.
her annoyance doesn't last long, however -- not when his mouth latches hungrily onto her boob like that. her frown gives way to a soft sigh escaping unbidden from her lips, eyes closing as her head falls back in instinct. she holds onto his shoulders, her neck and collarbone in full display, deep breaths undulating her chest up to him. normally she would've preferred an experienced partner -- a fact she'll soon discover once she checks in the resort -- but what heathcliff lacks in skill, he makes up for his enthusiasm. and ishmael, unfortunately, is not immune to that.
especially when his cock lay heavy against her slick cunt, teasing his tip inside without actually going all in. this alone is driving ishmael crazy, to the point that she's subconsciously angling her hips every which way to nudge his dick inside somehow, drawing more sultry noises from her throat with each movement. ]
Fuck, Heathcliff-- [ she moans, almost crying. almost. ] Just... get it over with, please...
[ her hand slides down from his shoulder and wraps around his length, carefully guiding him inside. don't make her beg even more for it, bro, she's dying here. unless he still feels vindictive enough to deny her pleasure? that's fine too. ]
[ He was in the middle of giving her nipple an experimental suck when Ishmael decides to take matters and Heathcliff's cock into her own hands. He gasps, his lips popping off her nipple, as his tip sinks into hot, silky warmth... Oh Wings, that is so much more than he thought it would be. The way she was squirming and making those soft sounds was already more arousing than he thought he was prepared for. His head drops to her sternum, between her breasts, and he shakes with the effort of not just slamming right in. He's pretty sure he can hear her heartbeat from how close he is. ]
Fuck, holy... Fuck. Ah.
[ He gasps, takes her by the hips, takes another breath where he is, and then she tells him to get it over with it and he makes a high, thin noise he has only made one other time, when he was too huge and too sad and fur and teeth and claws and so much anger that everything hurt.
He licks a line up her chest before he realizes it might be strange, noses at the dip of her collarbones, and rolls his hips forward, only as fast as Ishmael's cunt makes room for him, and fuck fuck fuck he's gone mad, he's lost his damned mind, it's tight and wet and warm and without thinking he slams in again, and again, and his hips stutter as he lets out another gravelly noise where his face stopped at her neck, where she smells a bit like coffee and a bit like toast and very overpoweringly like herself, the scent he's always associated with her but never bothered to identify. ]
Shite, fuck. Wings. Fuck.
[ He comes to rest on his elbows at her shoulders, pushing hair aside to hold her by the jaw with one hand and by the scalp with the other. When he sinks in again, his eyes squeeze shut and his lips clamp to the meat of her neck, sucking hard and groaning as he tries not to thrust so desperately, but it's so difficult when her skin is so soft and she smells so good and her cunt is so hot and wet and she keeps making those damned noises— ]
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Which is why Heathcliff focuses harder than he has in his life, listens to Ishmael and follows along in a way he's never followed along with one of her pamphlet tirades. This is practical, is the thing: rules don't mean much to him, getting his hands dirty is how he learns.
Dirty, huh. Heathcliff's eyebrows pinch and he looks as though he's either reading a very difficult book or threading a very tiny needle, but he's being gentle, inasmuch as he can be gentle. It's a bit fumbly, but when he hears her breath catch and her folds tense — and isn't that actually batshit, that he's pleasuring anyone, much less Ishmael — he pauses, frowns, but does the same motion again, and again, adjusting and massaging until he can feel his fingers slip a bit too much to realistically keep going. Is this dirty? Probably, if he can figure out how to get her going...
And then she puts his hand on her breast and he nearly snatches it away, a reflex from years and years of being a dirty Backstreets mongrel, but like, not a completely rubbish human being, relatively. He scowls. Of course he's allowed to touch there now, he just... he just needs a second to adjust. ]
Fuck. Warn a chap, why don't you.
[ He continues to grumble, but he doesn't make eye contact, much too busy finding out that holy fucking Wings her chest is soft. He cannot multitask at the moment, so he takes a break from fingering her to squish her boob slightly, watching the way her freckles stretch and squish.
Don't think about it too much. Go by instinct. Heathcliff, being an actual animal, thinks: I wonder how this would feel in my mouth. And because he's decided to take her lead, for once, this means he tries it. Granted, it's a very gentle thing, just under the nipple, more out of curiosity than any deliberate plan to catch her off guard, but he does lick, and he does suck, and there are teeth. He makes a thoughtful noise, releases her, then does it again, this time directly over her nipple. That should be different, right...? The relative stiffness of her nipple is an interesting difference on his tongue, so naturally, he licks it again.
As he figures out the boob situation, his cock swells with his interest where it lays just on top of her clit. Unintentionally, he rolls his hips, pressing against her slit, more rocking than grinding, but it's still enough to work his cock between her folds, even if the tip is nowhere near inside. At least it's very rigid and hot, slicking easily from the wet between Ishmael's legs. It should be nice, even if it's only pressed against her instead of all the way inside. He'll get around to it as soon as he's done with sucking at her breasts, promise. ]
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her annoyance doesn't last long, however -- not when his mouth latches hungrily onto her boob like that. her frown gives way to a soft sigh escaping unbidden from her lips, eyes closing as her head falls back in instinct. she holds onto his shoulders, her neck and collarbone in full display, deep breaths undulating her chest up to him. normally she would've preferred an experienced partner -- a fact she'll soon discover once she checks in the resort -- but what heathcliff lacks in skill, he makes up for his enthusiasm. and ishmael, unfortunately, is not immune to that.
especially when his cock lay heavy against her slick cunt, teasing his tip inside without actually going all in. this alone is driving ishmael crazy, to the point that she's subconsciously angling her hips every which way to nudge his dick inside somehow, drawing more sultry noises from her throat with each movement. ]
Fuck, Heathcliff-- [ she moans, almost crying. almost. ] Just... get it over with, please...
[ her hand slides down from his shoulder and wraps around his length, carefully guiding him inside. don't make her beg even more for it, bro, she's dying here. unless he still feels vindictive enough to deny her pleasure? that's fine too. ]
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Fuck, holy... Fuck. Ah.
[ He gasps, takes her by the hips, takes another breath where he is, and then she tells him to get it over with it and he makes a high, thin noise he has only made one other time, when he was too huge and too sad and fur and teeth and claws and so much anger that everything hurt.
He licks a line up her chest before he realizes it might be strange, noses at the dip of her collarbones, and rolls his hips forward, only as fast as Ishmael's cunt makes room for him, and fuck fuck fuck he's gone mad, he's lost his damned mind, it's tight and wet and warm and without thinking he slams in again, and again, and his hips stutter as he lets out another gravelly noise where his face stopped at her neck, where she smells a bit like coffee and a bit like toast and very overpoweringly like herself, the scent he's always associated with her but never bothered to identify. ]
Shite, fuck. Wings. Fuck.
[ He comes to rest on his elbows at her shoulders, pushing hair aside to hold her by the jaw with one hand and by the scalp with the other. When he sinks in again, his eyes squeeze shut and his lips clamp to the meat of her neck, sucking hard and groaning as he tries not to thrust so desperately, but it's so difficult when her skin is so soft and she smells so good and her cunt is so hot and wet and she keeps making those damned noises— ]