[ and that is a fact. doesn't matter what that want is, if the claws are in, he's working an angle. in this case, it's also just the handicap of the game they're still sort of technically playing, although he can feel those rules giving at the seams the longer this goes on—that shift of Roche's hips against his being the most obvious signal that pretense is about to come crashing down. that suits him just fine, though. subtleties get real old, real fast, and while he's had a perfectly fine time laying himself out on the table, long and languid and absolutely lascivious, there are two factors coming into play here: one, his goddamn back is starting to hurt and two, the weight of Roche's body over his is making him crazy.
his fingers do come dangerously close to Roche's mouth, particularly his thumb, which rests right under his lower lip while he offers some casual support for his very handsome jaw to rest on in the palm of his hand like a master with their pup's head in their hand. too bad so sad, the petplay activity is in a different room. meanwhile, the action across the table now revolves around whether Miss Thang should put her dress back on or just leave it off, and such is the level of depravity this entire room has sunk to that the overwhelming majority seem to agree that she should just leave it off. she all but falls drunkenly back into her chair, breathless with the dice in her hand, and Reno levels an upside-down little smile her way when he realizes he's obviously the next target. ]
Y'know, I thought we were playing for chips here, but I'm getting a funny feeling like this might be nothin' but foreplay. You think we'll even get four whole rounds before this turns into an orgy?
[ by now he's pretty sure that's the whole point and he sure ain't complaining, but man if there isn't an intensity in the room that wasn't there before, now. he can feel it too, and it's not just because he's urging Roche in close again with a squeeze of his legs or because this lady's looking at him like a whole ass meal as she rolls the dice. ]
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[ and that is a fact. doesn't matter what that want is, if the claws are in, he's working an angle. in this case, it's also just the handicap of the game they're still sort of technically playing, although he can feel those rules giving at the seams the longer this goes on—that shift of Roche's hips against his being the most obvious signal that pretense is about to come crashing down. that suits him just fine, though. subtleties get real old, real fast, and while he's had a perfectly fine time laying himself out on the table, long and languid and absolutely lascivious, there are two factors coming into play here: one, his goddamn back is starting to hurt and two, the weight of Roche's body over his is making him crazy.
his fingers do come dangerously close to Roche's mouth, particularly his thumb, which rests right under his lower lip while he offers some casual support for his very handsome jaw to rest on in the palm of his hand like a master with their pup's head in their hand. too bad so sad, the petplay activity is in a different room. meanwhile, the action across the table now revolves around whether Miss Thang should put her dress back on or just leave it off, and such is the level of depravity this entire room has sunk to that the overwhelming majority seem to agree that she should just leave it off. she all but falls drunkenly back into her chair, breathless with the dice in her hand, and Reno levels an upside-down little smile her way when he realizes he's obviously the next target. ]
Y'know, I thought we were playing for chips here, but I'm getting a funny feeling like this might be nothin' but foreplay. You think we'll even get four whole rounds before this turns into an orgy?
[ by now he's pretty sure that's the whole point and he sure ain't complaining, but man if there isn't an intensity in the room that wasn't there before, now. he can feel it too, and it's not just because he's urging Roche in close again with a squeeze of his legs or because this lady's looking at him like a whole ass meal as she rolls the dice. ]