welcome to the boner room [mature content]

LILY

oh, cover your crystal eyes
and let your colors bleed and blend with mine

I thought you’d never ask echoes in her ear, her head, in the depths of her belly, as they take their leave of the dance floor. She can imagine there are a few who are happy to see the pair leave - and some others who were enjoying the show. Once off, Lily absently takes Lucas’s hand and leads him through the crowd towards the houses. Her feet know the way. And though she has a smile on her face, she remains silent until she pushes her door open and pulls Lucas inside.

The first room is large, too big for one person. She’s done some sparse decorating but there is too much space to fill, which leaves her with a smallish living area and plenty of empty floor for… activities. Dancing, weaving, painting nudes, insert random activity here. He might recognize it (minus the trappings) as the former Church of Safrin - the place where they first met.

“This is me,” she says quietly, into the dimness of the room. And in a way, she is foolishly welcoming him into all of her. Despite his warning. Despite her own misgivings. Because she wants this, and sometimes gives her pretty little head a break and lets her cunt do the thinking.

Lucas might have imagined what others had thought of their dance, or he might have imagined the hundred, hundred delicious and debauched things that he and Lily could get up to now that they were no longer under the obligations of the crowd. You can imagine which of the two won out. That explained, perhaps, his compliance in allowing her to take him by the hand and to lead him away from the festival, through the winding depths of the streets and into the growing darkness. Lucas's eyes lit up at the sight of the place where he'd attended a very memorable masquerade, and he positively grinned when Lily led them right towards it. "Is it, now," he almost whispered as he stepped in through the door behind her, clicking it shut with his free hand and using the other to draw her close against him, even as green eyes flickered over the place. "You have decorated well," he said, for politeness, before smirking down at her. "This may be you, my dear, but we both know me all too well. Or are you hopeful that the particular back room from the masquerade will yield similar results?" LUCAS making work for idle hands

LILY

oh, cover your crystal eyes
and let your colors bleed and blend with mine

Tucked up against him with hands against his chest in front of her until she reaches up to cup his cheek, Lily pauses for a moment. To tell or not to tell… ?

She smirks, eyes full of mischief and secrets. “I sleep in that back room… if what happens when I’m alone is any indication that it still works, you’ve just been played, Mr. Copperhead.” Her fingers trail down his jawline until her thumb stops in the middle of his chin, pulling his lips to hers. And then she steps back, hands now around his torso, trying to pull him with her towards the back room (as if he isn’t ready to pick her up and cross the distance far more gracefully than her first-time stumbles would allow) while still trying to keep her tongue and lips on his.

Fuck it. Fuck it all. There’s a measured urgency in her movements - not quite frantic yet, but the possibilty is there. She wants Lucas. And she wants him now.

Something truly wicked lit up in Lucas's eyes as Lily let slip the secret about her back room, the Ascended arching an eyebrow as if trying to tell if she was serious. Then she drew him forward and he didn't care any more, his mouth capturing hers and his hands roaming hungrily over her curves even as she tried to guide them towards the room where she 'slept'. A brief, quiet laugh escaping his lips, Lucas found the curve of her backside and the backs of her thighs, hitching her up from the ground altogether in a smooth movement. With any luck she'd lock her legs around his waist, and their journey into the back room would be made a lot quicker. As he stumbled into it, the effect was immediate. Lucas had to reach out and grasp the doorframe, in fact, and whilst he didn't need to breathe a gasp still escaped his lips, the Ascended groaning a curse into Lily's mouth and relishing the body pressed up against his. More so, however, he relished the way his own body responded. LUCAS making work for idle hands

LILY

oh, cover your crystal eyes
and let your colors bleed and blend with mine

Lucas picks her up and she does, indeed lock her legs around him, one arm around his shoulder, the other outstretched to avoid hitting themselves on the doorframe. Lips pressed tightly against his, she laugh-squeals into his mouth as they move towards her room. But if Lily thinks their chemistry is lit now, it’s nothing compared to the sexual bowling ball she’s hit with when they cross the threshold.

Fuck. This is like, twice as strong as when she’s alone.

She grips him harder, hips rolling forward as she seeks some sort of leverage - a wall, her bed, anything - to use to grind against him. One hand holds tight to his neck and shoulders, while the other furiously tries to remove his shirt - which is, of course, impossible while he’s holding her. But don’t tell her that. Lily just wants his skin against hers, his teeth, his tongue, his cock. Devour her.

The wall seemed, at first, like a decent idea... if Lucas had been able to orient himself at all. But the rock hard arousal suddenly and insistently pressing against Lily made it very difficult to think or concentrate, and while she managed to stop them from clipping the doorframe, Lucas stumbled into the bed all the same. With a laugh that was half a growl of satisfaction, he let them both fall into the sheets, his mouth still capturing hers, heat roaring through blood that was no longer blood in his veins. And at least this way her tugging at his shirt meant she would succeed in relieving Lucas of the garment, the Ascended tossing it to the side and grasping her shirt in return. And while he might have thought about pausing and considering his next action, he'd already ripped the thing apart by the time his brain caught up. Oops. LUCAS making work for idle hands

LILY

oh, cover your crystal eyes
and let your colors bleed and blend with mine

As the fabric of her shirt rips open, she laughs into his mouth, a joyful, lusty sound that ends in a full groan as her hips seem to have a mind of their own. Clearly she doesn’t care about torn clothing or the marks they might leave on each other. Using the bed for leverage, she grinds against his hardness, hands exploring his chest, his abs, the cut v of his muscles that trail down into pants that most definitely should be off, off, off.  

And yet - she can wait a little longer. No one ever made sex better by rushing.

She moves to guide one of his hands to her ample breasts, to lick and squeeze and fondle, to play with her nipples before heading south. Unless he can multitask… Lily’s fingers dip and trace under the line of his pants, staying just beyond reach of his cock, because, well, who doesn’t like a little teasing?

Lucas

This. This was what he had given up, apparently for something better, according to his great lady the Voice. And whilst it had been a nice idea for a bit, to entertain ascension, to tease at the bigger picture and to discard those sinful little luxuries called living, Lucas wasn't buying anymore. Not at least until he left this room, anyway. Still, like the fiery haired vixen writhing beneath him, Lucas could also see the benefit in slowing down a bit, in savouring every touch and every sound they drew from each other. Allowing her to guide his eager hands to the soft curve of her breasts, Lucas bent to his task, squeezing and kissing and flicking his tongue playfully across one of her nipples, even as she teased her talented fingers beneath the waistband of his trousers. Not one to let that kind of thing go, Lucas held himself over Lily with one arm, his mouth still feasting upon her, while his free hand glided up her thigh to grip her hips. He tilted his hips to grind against her, even as his cock ached for more, and - very carefully and gently, he might add - nipped at the velvet skin of her breast enough to draw blood and fill them both with roaring ecstasy. LUCAS making work for idle hands

LILY

oh, cover your crystal eyes
and let your colors bleed and blend with mine

Writhing, indeed.

Between the magic and Lucas's touch, Lily soon becomes a hotbed of needy desire, going from teasing to accidentally touching his cock, to wrapping her hands almost possessively around it. Almost as if it were a reflex (which, to be fair, it might be). His attention on her breasts elicits mewls and hums of approval - up until he draws blood, and then it all comes rushing in and down and everywhere.

Lily gasps. Her back arches as she tries to push up and into her ravisher’s mouth, into the source of the toe-curling sensation. Her hand tightens around his hard length and oh god, she could swear, could swear, could swear she’s going to cum. Held precipitously on the edge of what seems like utter ecstasy, she manages to whimper-moan “Please…”

Either send her soaring or bring her back down, so they can do it again.

It took every ounce of willpower Lucas had not to let his arms buckle and his mouth suck Lily dry; every muscle held tense, he drew back from her bosom with blood on his lips and bliss clouding his thoughts. It surprised him every time, the sheer force of the ecstasy that came with sinking his fangs into someone. And oh, but it helped mightily that it happened to be Lily this time around. The Ascended would have been panting if he'd had breath, but as it was a broken groan escaped his lips instead. Her hips grinding against him, her hands around his cock - this was just getting silly. "No need to beg, love," he purred against her neck, his hand sliding further up her skirts to deftly move her underwear to the side. While he'd thoroughly enjoy more of this game of kiss-chase, of teasing them both, there is no stopping Lucas now. Squeezing her thigh, he nipped playfully at the side of her neck before thrusting forward and burying himself deep inside her. LUCAS making work for idle hands

LILY

oh, cover your crystal eyes
and let your colors bleed and blend with mine

She almost slaps him for that comment. Hasn’t he ever heard that women tend to babble shit while in the throes of ecstasy? One of her hands clenches, nearly coming off the bed, but she isnt sure if she wants to go there. A moment of hesitation while he’s preoccupied with her panties, and -oh! Lily hisses and he begins to slide inside, locking her legs around him and thrusting her hips up to meet his and hold him there for a moment.

It’s been too long since she’s properly fucked someone. She’s missed this. Enthusiastically, Lily groans and digs her nails into his back, feeling the need to try and flip so she can have more control...

{Fade to black}