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RE: meet me in the middle - Flora - 02-01-2025
Flora exhales sharply, rolling her eyes in playful exasperation. [say]"My first time wearing a cock, not my first time having sex,"[/say] she quips, voice dripping with amusement as he guides them toward the bed. [say]"Honestly, how hard could it be?"[/say] Winkwonk.
But the teasing fades into something sharper, hungrier, when he tugs the cord, and the drape falls away to reveal the mirror. Oh.
Her breath hitches slightly as she takes in the way Danta watches her through it; while she'd long ago forgone stretching out her body or emphasizing her curves for Jack's approval, Flora takes full advantage of the fact that the Maverick is limited to what he sees and hears. A pleased hum vibrates in her throat, her lips curving into a wicked grin as she trails her fingers up the lean muscles of her stomach before cupping her breasts against her palms. [say]"Now, this is more like it,"[/say] she purrs, eyes gleaming as she sweeps her gaze over his reflection. A window full of people watching might be better, but this? This will certainly do.
As Danta braces himself against the headboard, Flora moves smoothly onto her knees behind him, her hands trailing over the firm muscles of his back. She lets her nails scrape lightly down the channel of his spine, slow and teasing. The strap-on, still slick from earlier, presses against her palm as she grips it, adjusting her hold before teasing the head of it against him.
One hand grips his hip, fingers firm against the curve of his waist, her nails biting just enough to be felt. In the mirror, her gaze locks onto his, heavy-lidded, her lips parted ever so slightly. [say]"Ready?"[/say]
RE: meet me in the middle - Dantalion - 02-01-2025
[say]"We're about to find out, aren't we?"[/say] Danta grins, bouncing his eyebrows at her in the mirror and adjusting his grip on the headboard. He can only attest to himself - and he's very hard, as Flora has undoubtedly noticed - but then again, he's not the one doing the fucking today.
There might not be a window full of people to watch them (though if that's really what she's into, Danta can absolutely arrange for an audience), but the Maverick's gaze is all for Flora, greedy and appreciative of her clever fingers and abundant curves. [say]"I can only agree,"[/say] he purrs; even without all that's to come (winkwonk again), he could happily watch her touch herself for as long as she cares to do so.
But then that touch is on him instead, Danta inhaling a shivery breath to feel her hands and fingernails skitter down the length of his back. Her grip against his hip is so different and yet similar to what he's grown used to, the Maverick letting himself relax into it, his knees spreading further on the bed, his back arching ever so slightly. [say]"Ready as I'll ever be,"[/say] he says, flashing her a catlike smile in the mirror. [say]"Fuck me slow at first, won't you?"[/say]
RE: meet me in the middle - Flora - 02-01-2025
Flora smirks, her eyes gleaming as she meets Danta’s gaze in the mirror. [say]"Of course,"[/say] she purrs, though there’s a glint of mischief in her voice, a promise that while she’ll start slow, she’s certainly not stopping there.
Steadying her grip on his hip, she presses forward, inch by inch, her free hand trailing up the length of his spine as she goes. It’s strange, not being able to feel the heat of him, the way he clenches around her, nor to have anything more than phantom flushes of heat ripple against her thighs. Though Flora knows the sensations well enough from the other side, knows how to read the shifts in his body, the shudder of his breath, the way his fingers tighten against the headboard. And, perhaps not unlike the way Jack must feel, it'll be Danta's reactions that drive her, that will make this satisfying in a way that has nothing to do with physical sensation.
She exhales slowly as she sinks deeper, her nails dragging lightly over his back in a slow, teasing rhythm. [say]"That’s it,"[/say] she murmurs, her voice sultry but unhurried, letting him take the time he needs to adjust to the fullness of the cock he'd selected. In the mirror, she watches his expression with keen interest, waiting for that moment when the stretch turns from something to be endured into something far, far more pleasurable.
[say]"Any notes so far?"[/say] The Doubletake purrs, her grip firm against his hip, her nails pressing just a bit harder into his skin as she stills for a moment, giving him space to breathe before letting her hips slowly roll forward and back.
RE: meet me in the middle - Dantalion - 02-02-2025
His lips part in a breathless and silent moan as she enters him, Danta's head tipping forward for just a moment or so to enjoy the sensation of her nails down his back and the cock filling him completely. The play of muscles along his shoulders and back are enough of an indicator in the meantime, and with his fingers flexing against the headboard enough to make it creak, he glances back up to the mirrored surface of the wall.
With eyes dark and hazy with lust and cheeks already flush with the effort of maintaining any sort of composure, it's clear that this is a battle he's ready and happy to lose. As Flora will already be starting to understand, where some men might bite down against being caught in such a vulnerable position, the Maverick has no such qualms; probably a good thing, in retrospect, if she wants to really practice this newfound skill.
[say]"You're a very patient and-- nn, gentle top,"[/say] he pants, inclining his head ever so slightly in approval. [say]"Which anyone can appreciate in this position, I promise. Now fuck me, Flora."[/say] With a touch of wicked challenge sneaking into his expression, Danta braces himself against the thrust of her hips, greedily watching her efforts in their reflections.
RE: meet me in the middle - Flora - 02-03-2025
Flora grins at his challenge, aqua eyes gleaming with heat and something sharper—something distinctly competitive. Rolling her hips forward, she starts slow, adjusting her stance, testing the rhythm, before picking up speed, driving into him with a force that has her biting her lip to keep her exhales from growing too ragged. Despite how strong she is, how toned and honed her body has become, this is different; it’s work. Within moments, she can feel the burn in her lower back and thighs, an ache that speaks to the unfamiliarity of the position, to the different muscles being pushed to their limit.
Not wanting to disappoint, Flora reaches forward, sliding her hands down Danta’s arms, dragging them from the headboard and guiding them back until his wrists are linked behind him almost as if she planned on cuffing him that way. Grasping his lower arms firmly, she pulls, using the leverage to thrust into him harder, sharper, rolling her hips in a way that forces him to take all of her without her having to push herself forward.
She catches his gaze in the mirror, her grin wicked and knowing as she tilts her head. [say]"Oh,"[/say] she croons, faux innocence dripping from her voice as she lifts her chin as if to emphasize the clear view he'll have of her breasts in the mirror. [say]"Guess that means you can’t touch yourself this way."[/say] Her fingers tighten around his wrists, in a silent, playful taunt as she jerks him back onto the cock he'd chosen and begins to fuck him anew.
RE: meet me in the middle - Dantalion - 02-06-2025
It is work, though it's the sort of work Danta is pleased to say (and moan, and beg) that Flora takes to remarkably quickly, and as her pace grows harder and faster with her growing confidence, he's there to praise her at each and every thrust. [say]"Just like that,"[/say] he groans, his fingers biting into the headboard before he suddenly finds his hands drawn away.
Inhaling sharply - a mixture of surprise and pleasure, as it happens - to feel his arms pinned behind his back and his body used for Flora to properly fuck against, while the Maverick is as relaxed and flexible as he'd assured her he would be, there's a note of almost frustrated bliss in his expression as he flicks his gaze up to meet her own in the mirror. [say]"If only I had more hands--"[/say] he breathes, before her hips snap into him again and the words taper off into a needy moan.
Swearing under his breath and letting his head hang forward, Danta is happy to be used and fucked for as long as Flora wishes, but of course he knows she's not getting nearly the same pleasure out of it as Asta someone else would. As such, it's with the memory of what she likes echoing in his mind that he hisses out a curse and glances back up. [say]"Please, Flora,"[/say] he moans, fingers flexing in her grip, as if begging her to let him touch himself.
RE: meet me in the middle - Flora - 02-08-2025
Flora is nothing if not determined, and so when Danta moans for her to keep going just like that, she's more than happy to oblige. Her grip on his wrists is firm, a counterbalance that lets her fuck him as hard and fast as she can manage, the burn in her muscles only driving her forward rather than slowing her down. She feeds off of his pleasure, off the way he writhes beneath her, his body flexing as he braces himself against the headboard only to be denied the use of his hands entirely.
But gods, she doesn’t need him to touch himself to know how much he likes this. It’s written all over him, in the way his breath comes fast and ragged, in the way his shoulders tremble ever so slightly under her hands, in the way his moans pour out like honey, rich and thick with need. And gods, the way he watches her—his gaze heavy-lidded in the mirror, drinking her in, his pleasure-stunned expression only making her preen harder, pushing her to roll her hips sharper, faster, just to see how much further she can take him.
She knows she isn’t feeling this the way he is, but it doesn’t matter. The way his eyes roam over her body, the way his mouth parts on a breathless curse, the way he begs—it’s enough to make her smirk wickedly, her movements slowing for a teasing moment as she tilts her head, feigning thoughtfulness. [say]"So, when it’s like this,"[/say] she purrs, dragging her nails down his sides, letting the teasing bite of her touch contrast the ruthless thrust of her hips, [say]"do you usually get yourself off, or is that something I'm supposed to do?"[/say]
As she speaks, she shifts, pressing herself flush against his back, letting him feel the heat of her body, the soft swell of her breasts against his spine, even as she keeps her grip on his wrists firm. Her other hand slides around his hip, fingers wrapping around his cock in a slow, deliberate stroke. [say]"Because I could,"[/say] she murmurs against his ear, her breath hot, teasing, punctuated by the sharp snap of her hips.
RE: meet me in the middle - Dantalion - 02-09-2025
Biting back a shuddering moan as Flora slows her pace just enough for him to properly feel the press of her nails against his flesh, Danta's head tips back to lock his eyes on her reflection, his lips softly parting to respond as if they are doing little more than having a conversation. [say]"Depends on the occasion,"[/say] he murmurs, panting softly around the words and feeling every part of himself simultaneously tense and relax to feel her suddenly flush against his back.
[say]"I'm starting to feel like - gods... - like you don't need this practice at all. You're just fucking me for fun,"[/say] he whispers, tilting his head to welcome her against the side of his neck, her words ghosting across the shell of his ear at the same time as her hand reaches for him. [say]"Not that I'm complaining--"[/say]
Far from it, in fact, Danta lost for words as her fingers grip the length of him, his cock throbbing hard as she continues to thrust into him hard and fast. [say]"Would you?"[/say] he manages a moment later, the dark flush to his cheeks belying his casual tone. [say]"If it wouldn't be too much trouble."[/say]
RE: meet me in the middle - Flora - 02-13-2025
Flora hums, her lips curving into a slow, knowing smile against the curve of Danta’s neck. [SAY]"IIn a place like this of course I wouldn't do anything I don't find fun"[/say] she purrs, punctuating the words with a particularly sharp snap of her hips. [say]"But I do rather enjoy seeing you like this."[/say] Not least of all because of the way he'd promptly rejected her flirtatious advances years prior when they'd first met. Our girl holds a grudge, what can I say?
Her grip on Danta's wrists remains firm, a silent reminder of the control she’s claimed over him, though her other hand tightens around his cock, stroking him in perfect rhythm with her thrusts. It’s tricky, the angle forcing her to keep her balance as she moves, but she’s nothing if not determined. The challenge only makes her more eager, more relentless, her strokes firm and fast, rolling over him with the same teasing precision she’d want for herself.
Her breath comes quicker, hotter, as he makes his request a fresh plume of heat rises up from her core. [say]"Not too much trouble at all, babe."[/say] And gods, she means it. Because even if she can’t feel this the way he can, she can feel the way he shudders under her, the way his moans break into breathless gasps, the way he tenses when she flicks her wrist just so.
[say]"You look so fucking good like this,"[/say] she croons, her gaze locked onto the mirror, drinking in the sight of him writhing beneath her, all flushed skin and heaving breaths, his muscles flexing and trembling as she works him over. [say]"So good of you, letting me use you however I want."[/say]
Her hips snap forward again, her strokes quickening in tandem, fingers tightening around him. [say]"Come on, Danta,"[/say] she murmurs, her voice honey-sweet but wicked, coaxing, demanding. [say]"Let me feel you fall apart for me."[/say]
RE: meet me in the middle - Dantalion - 02-16-2025
Whether or not Danta is aware of the grudge Flora still holds (he's got a short memory and a shorter attention span when it comes to his own indiscretions, what can he say?), he absolutely isn't complaining about her choice of retribution. [say]"You're welcome to watch any time,"[/say] he manages - if she wants to see him like this more often, that is - though whatever else he wants to say dissolves into a sharp moan as her hips snap into him again.
Knowing himself well enough to know when he's fighting a losing battle against his own climax, as Flora takes him just how he likes it, her fingers firm around him and her pace brutal, he leaves nothing to her imagination. If she likes the way he looks, he's sure to give her as good a view as he can, throat bared and eyes fixed on her face, glazed with pleasure. The dark words she drips into his ear are enough to drag something like a whimper from his lips, his numb fingers flexing in her firm grip.
The demand is all it takes for that mounting pressure at the base of his spine to start erupting forth, and he resists the urge to hang his head if only so she might see what she's doing to him. [say]"Gods, I'm gonna-- fuck, Flora--"[/say]
Danta cums hard with her name on his lips, his expression flinching towards an exquisite sort of pain, one that she'll recognise and know well. Sinking hard back against her, only when he's well and truly spent does the Maverick drop his gaze from their reflections, panting hard and trying to scramble for his senses.
RE: meet me in the middle - Flora - 02-17-2025
Flora watches Danta fall apart with a delighted, victorious gleam in her eyes, drinking in every shudder, every moan, every flicker of exquisite pleasure that crosses his face. He’s putting on a show, and gods, she appreciates it—relishes it, even—in a way that makes her wonder why Jack has always been so opposed to her theatrics even when they are just for his benefit. As Danta cums, Flora grips the base of his cock tight, holding him against her as he rides out his climax.
The strangest part, though, is that she can’t feel it. Not in the way she’s used to. No rush of heat, no spark of pleasure humming through her, no physical gratification beyond the way her muscles burn from exertion. It’s an odd, almost dissociative experience—bringing someone to climax without feeling anything at all herself (BJs excluded)—but Flora focuses instead on the satisfaction curling low in her belly, the rush of excitement that comes from thinking about fucking Jack in this way.
Panting lightly, she straightens, withdrawing from him with slow, deliberate care. Her fingernails trace a featherlight path down his spine as she does, hoping to send aftershocks skittering through his nerves, teasing out the last tremors of his pleasure. [say]"Welllllll,"[/say] she drawls, grinning. [say]"How’d I do?"[/say] As if she doesn’t already know the answer.
RE: meet me in the middle - Dantalion - 02-18-2025
As Flora releases his hands, Danta is finally able to grasp the headboard in front of him to brace against it, goosebumps racing across his skin in the wake of her featherlight touch, his back arching automatically. [say]"You already know how you did,"[/say] he purrs, the sound rough and edged with the smile that curls across his lips. Glancing up at her reflection with the glazed bliss of post-orgasm still dancing in his eyes, the Maverick lets out a soft and breathless laugh.
[say]"I think you've got the hang of it, put it that way,"[/say] he adds, slowly straightening back up to sink back onto his knees, gazing at her properly over his shoulder. [say]"I do feel as though I ought to reciprocate now though,"[/say] he raised with a suggestive raise of his eyebrows. [say]"Letting a lady leave my brothel unsatisfied isn't going to give me the best reputation."[/say]
RE: meet me in the middle - Flora - 02-18-2025
Flora preens at Danta's praise, the knowing smirk on her lips widening as she watches him through the mirror. [SAY]"I do like hearing it, though,"[/say] she purrs, letting her hands wander over her own hips, stretching out with an exaggerated roll of her shoulders. The soreness is already settling in, a dull ache unfurling in her lower back, and she huffs a breath of laughter as she presses her palm against the muscles, rubbing at the tension she can feel forming. [say]"Gods, that’s a workout. No one warns you about that part."[/say] Removing the clips of the strap-on, she lets it fall onto the bed.
Her aqua gaze flickers back to Danta as he turns to face her, and though heat still hums low in her belly, the weight of his offer makes her hesitate. It’s not that she doesn’t want it—gods, she's more than just a little turned on by now—but something about it feels… different. This was supposed to be practice, a lesson, and what they’d done had felt, if not impersonal, then at least detached enough that she could justify it. But this? Letting him between her thighs, feeling the full weight of pleasure that he could give her, not the other way around?
That, she thought, might actually be cheating.
So, instead, she grins, tilting her head as she reaches out, trailing her fingers over Danta’s cheek in an affectionate, teasing caress before tapping a single finger against the tip of his nose. [say]"Tempting,"[/say] she muses, voice a little huskier than before, a little less steady. [say]"But I think I got what I came for."[/say] A slow, wicked smirk tugs at the corner of her lips. [say]"Not that I don’t appreciate the offer, babe."[/say]
With that, she stretches languidly before slipping from the bed to grab for her discarded clothes. [say]"But gods, I need a drink after that. Maybe a massage."[/say]
RE: meet me in the middle - Dantalion - 02-18-2025
[say]"Good. I like letting people hear that they're doing a good job, so if you ever want to come back for more practice, my door is always open."[/say] Laughing darkly, Danta slowly shifts to sit among the silk sheets, leaning back on one hand. [say]"They don't,"[/say] he agrees. [say]"Hopefully you'll take pity on your captain when he's getting his next workout in."[/say] Winking, he watches with a gentle tilt of his head as his question - quite an easy one given that his own answer would have been a resounding yes - causes quite the dilemma to flicker across Flora's face.
Leaning into the touch she brushes across his cheek, he can sense the refusal even before it leaves her lips, Danta inclining his head in understanding and rolling to his feet to grab his own clothes. [say]"The offer will still be there for the rest of the night,"[/say] he says - you know, in case she changes her mind.
[say]"Stay here for a bit,"[/say] he invites. [say]"I'll make myself scarce, and you can treat yourself to some self-care to unwind. I'll have some wine sent up - and I know the best masseuse. You'll be a brand new queen when you leave."[/say]
Blowing her a kiss, Danta slinks to the door without another word, clicking it shut behind him when he departs.
~FIN