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sayitwithpocky2012-03-31 04:39 pm
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The BIG DAMN OPEN POST
All the threads, all the time, for everyone! Even if we've never played together before! It's one big damn happy (or unhappy, depending which way you like your RP to swing) free for all. So if there're any set-ups you want to tag out then jump right in! (...Just please give me a scenario and set the scene well enough for me to know what we're doing, and tag the existing threads instead of adding new ones. Okay? Okay!).
OPENFOREVER UNTIL WE HIT MAX COMMENTS.
OPEN
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He allows the kiss to linger a little longer before reluctantly breaking it off and pulling away from Yako...just so that he can join her on the bed, of course — sitting or (preferably) lying down with Yako for kisses seems more productive than having one of the two of them standing. He stretches his long body out atop the duvet and pats the space next to him, signalling for Yako to come join him.]
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She takes a moment to just look at him, her smile growing soft and affectionate, before leaning up to press a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. It's a bit startling, how good it feels to finally act on these feelings.]
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But, inexperience aside, he must surely pass Yako's test when he catches her own upper lip, sucking on it gently before he tentatively presses his tongue into her mouth.]
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She keeps at it for a few more minutes, before she pulls back in order to get some much needed air. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes seem a bit glossed over.]
So...still okay?
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[Deoxys takes one look at Yako's flushed cheeks and glazed over eyes and frowns. He bring up a hand and presses the back of it lightly to the side of her face.]
Are you? You haven't suddenly come down with a sickness, have you?
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[It takes her a beat before she understands what he must be talking about. She laughs, a bit embarrassed, and her cheeks darken.]
Oh. Oh, no, that's... that's, um not sickness. It's a sign of...of arousal, in humans.
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[...
Oh.
It's Deoxys turn to take a puzzled moment while his brain whirrs — he knows (roughly) what arousal is, yet he's only seen her like this when she's been unwell. So were being sick and being aroused similar, or...? No, that wasn't right, was it? Eventually the cogs stop turning and he reaches the correct conclusion, breaking into laughter himself.]
Then that's all right! I'm relieved; I am sorry, Yako.
[Still grinning a little sheepishly he leans back in for more kisses — now, where were they?]
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[Still laughing lightly, she shakes her head and moves to press a few affectionate kisses to his cheeks.]
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He traces his palm over the soft curve before he presses his hand to it, squeezing it gently; there's something pleasing in the softness and how the shape yields to his touch.]
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[A small, vulnerable noise works its way out of her throat when he does that, and she arches up reflexively into his hand. It's strange, having larger, stronger hands on her like that, but good. Definitely, definitely good.
Her cheeks are red again, and her fingers curl against his neck. She doesn't want him to stop and worry over whether he hurt her or something, so she tries to communicate her approval by taking control of the kiss and deepening it.]
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Deoxys begins unbuttoning Yako's blouse, finding doing so one handedly to be terribly fiddly despite his nimble fingers. When the last button is finally undone he immediately spreads his hand over Yako's exposed skin, warm from the blouse and the impassioned contact between the two of them; again he's entranced by how soft she is.
Again he slides his hand up towards her breast, except this time his fingers can dip under her bra and he takes the warm mound directly in his palm, grasping almost needily.]
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Her hips buck up instinctively, and she immediately feels silly. Excellent as Deoxys's disguise may be, she doubts that it's that detailed. It's a little disheartening, remembering that he's a totally different species at a time like this.]
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Science lessons aside, Yako need not feel as disappointed for too long — Deoxys catches on to what she's trying to do. He breaks off from the kiss, leaning very close, his lips almost touching Yako's ear as he whispers his command to her.]
Keep your eyes closed, and don't peek.
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[Yako blinks, a bit confused by the sudden shift in gears on his end, but shudders pleasantly at his increased proximity. She bites her lip and complies, though her pulse definitely picks up in anticipation. As a show of good faith, or perhaps a throwback to those childhood games they played together, she even places her hands over her eyes.
She honestly isn't sure why he wants her to do this, but she trusts him.]
Okay, eyes are shut.
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Good girl.
[He shifts his head downward, kissing her jawline and neck. In one particularly bold move he drags his tongue across the fleshy part directly below the jawline before pressing his mouth there hard in a firm kiss. Meanwhile, his hand slides out from under her bra.
Unseen to Yako Deoxys holds his arm out, which in one almost instant motion splits into two thick, blue and orange tentacles. The tips of both alight briefly below Yako's collarbone to give her a hint as to what's happening before he begins to slide the serpentine appendages over her body. One tentacle curls around Yako's breast and dips back into her bra while the other continues its journey downward. It trails over Yako's stomach and over her hip before eventually slipping over her thigh and coiling around it tightly. Deoxys caresses Yako's inner thigh with teasing strokes while still kissing and sucking at her neck.]
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[Her hands are now fully twisted in the cover, but her eyes remain squeezed shut. It's not out of obedience, however; she would like very much to stare at him after this latest turn of events, but his ministrations leave her decidedly...incoherent at the moment.
It's not like she doesn't know what he's done. Embarrassing as it might be to admit (which she will never, ever do, ever) she had actually wondered about that, back in high school when she had been introduced to less than innocent shows. She's just surprised that he would think to do it. That doesn't stop her from rubbing up against him again, almost pleadingly.]
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Again Deoxys gives a pleased little shudder at Yako's insistent reaction, this time gasping a little as well and clutching her tighter to him. It's not a sexual reaction, but it's intense all the same. Having her so close makes his own heart pound and his head spin, and when she rubs against him it feels so validating.
He takes this as his cue to make the tentacle at Yako's thigh slip upward over her skin and under her skirt, snaking up over her abdomen and then downward. He feels the fabric of underwear against his own smooth and firm skin; in swift motion he hooks his tentacle around Yako, pressing firmly over all the areas he knows to be sensitive, with the tip curled snugly against where her opening lies under the fabric. This should give Yako something much better to grind against; he keeps the pressure steady, further attempting to tease her by rubbing her with firm but very slow movements.]
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