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Risky Rendezvous

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PROMPTS

petplay: All good pets need to be trained. Of course, they naturally want to please master or mistress, so taking to the leash and collar is in their blood. You may want to give them a helping hand, though, and keep those temptations like acting like a human out of their sights.

daddy/baby girl: Or something more gender neutral. Whatever the case, you love taking care of your little one and spoiling them...unless they need punished for being a brat. They may be too young, but you can't help yourself.

medical play: The doctor will see you now.

bondage: Whips and chains excite you. Ropes aren't too bad, either.

religious: Forgive me father, for I have sinned. And now, I'll have to confess it all.

let go: You've got all your shit together in life. In your private life, though, you like to let go and lose yourself - either by being rough and controlling someone else or being controlled.

student/teacher: Young teacher, the subject of school girl fantasies. You know the drill. Somebody's staying after class.

non-con: They say no, but you know they mean yes.

master/servant: Maid or butler uniform optional.

newlyweds: There's nothing like your wedding night.

cheating: Your cheatin' heart may or may not be in the right place.

robbery: Give up all your goods and give up something else, too.

incest: It's all relative.

crossdressing: Girls will be girls and boys will be girls.

police: Ready for a game of good cop, bad cop?

wanton: Oe of you has all the trappings of a slut, with all that ill-repute, and the other has to put them in their "place." Dirty talk, sexy clothing, toys, maybe even glory holes, oh my! The more perverse, the better.

strangers: You'd never do this with someone you just met! Good thing you've really known each other forever.

prostitution: All the naughtiness of an appointment between a prostitute and a John.

nurturing: We know all of you love a mother or father figure.

someone else: Usually, a lover calling out someone else's name is anathema, but now, it's apropos..

RUSSIAN ROULETTE

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He's sinfully good at kissing, and Mira holds onto him as her lips work against his. She regrets not making a move earlier, if he was going to kiss her this soundly, if he was going to kiss her breathless like he's doing now. Idly, she's glad he's holding onto her, because if she were standing, she's pretty sure she'd have fallen over.

Just for a moment, she pulls away from the kiss to murmur his name--not his full name, nor is it the title she insists on attaching to his name--against his lips, and then she's kissing him again. She kisses him like she needs him, insistent and almost desperate. Her other arm slides around his neck, and her legs wrap around his waist, pulling him flush against her as her hand twists in his hair.

His name on her lips like this, finally after weeks, months of dancing around their mutual attraction, makes his next breath rumble in his chest, not quite a moan but something deeper. When her fingers curl in his hair, that's when he moans, breaking the kiss for a moment.

Her legs go around his waist and one hand immediately drops to her thigh, fingers pushing up past her skirt. Pinned to the desk as she is, bodies pressed together, it would be impossible for her not to feel how eager he is for her, already hardening in his shorts, hot and thick against her.

Gods, he's already hard, and it's because of her. That's what gets her to moan, to rock her hips against his. It's a fantasy she's had, him bending her over the desk and sliding into her, but this is so, so much better. It could be better, though, she thinks, so Mira presses her forehead against his and sets a hand on his cheek.

"This would be much more comfortable on the bed," she murmurs, before pressing her lips to his again.

He tips his head, nuzzling into her hand, kissing her palm, turning back to capture her lips. A soft hum of agreement against her mouth and he lifts her effortlessly from the desk. The hand on her thigh slipping up under her, bracing her as much as groping her ass. Gladio grins into the kiss, his other hand splaying across her back as he moves across the room.

The fact that the motion is so smooth, easy and effortless, is a testament to his strength. He trusts her to hold onto his neck and shoulders so he moves his hand away from hers when he reaches the bed. One knee up onto the edge, the opposite hand supporting his weight as he lays her out on his bed. Once he's not responsible for her weight the hand on her ass slides down, fingers teasing under the edge of her panties.

Hold on she does--but she takes advantage of the fact that she can touch him. Her nails drag along his shoulders, down his back. Her other hand pushes into his hair, and she breaks the kiss so she can fasten her mouth to his neck. She's careful not to bite too hard, mindful of any marks she could leave. A part of her wants to leave her marks on him, but she knows that won't do.

Gods, she wants him so bad. Mira shudders under his touch, a wet spot already formed on the front of her panties. She imagines him sliding inside her, thick and hot and hard, and Mira pulls him in for another kiss. Not gently, she bites at his lower lip, then pushes her tongue into his mouth.

Fingers in his hair, mouth on his throat and he groans, low and deep, the sound vibrating through his chest. However he might have wanted to tease that alone has his fingers curling twisting around the damp fabric of her panties. There's a fleeting moment where he thinks of propriety and then he dismisses it, yanking hard, delicate fabric giving under his fingers. The idea of her having to leave his room later, no panties left under her uniform, his seed dripping down her thighs drags another desperate moan from him.

He meets her mouth, lets her control the kiss, simply savoring the taste of her. As he falls into the kiss large, thick fingers dip between her folds, spreading slickness to make sure the only friction is pleasant, teasing a fleeting touch over her clit before delving a finger inside in one smooth motion, crooking his finger as he goes to settle firm pressure just inside of her at first.

She's about to comment on the fact that he's ruined her underwear, but then his fingers are spreading her, inside her. Her breath catches, and she moans into his mouth. It's good--better than her own damn hand, and Mira wants more already. But she's willing to let him have his way for now.

Besides, she's starting to lose herself in how fucking amazing it feels. Mira breaks the kiss, her mouth seeking the side of his neck. She doesn't bother stilling her hips; she rocks them against his hand, wordlessly asking him to drive them in deeper. And against his neck, she breathes out his name, stuttering and whispered.

The insistent press of her hips sends the message loud and clear and he wastes no time sliding out, pushing back in, letting his finger slide in deep and swift, feeling her tightness, already wondering if she'd really be able to take him. She kisses at his neck and he couldn't care less about the marks she may or may not leave, his own mouth trailing over shoulder and collarbone.

He works his finger in and out, slow and firm, easing her open so he can press back in with two. At the same time he's fumbling behind her, searching out the zipper of her dress, the clasp of her bra. It takes a moment and a level of deftness he's too impatient for the first time, but as soon as the fabric gives, settling loosely around her torso he's shifting down. Her dress yanked down enough to expose her chest, his mouth falling immediately to her breast, drawing her nipple into his mouth as he settles into a steadier pace with his fingers now without the distraction of her clothing.

Mira tries not to think too hard that if she does leave a mark, it might be seen as a mark from someone else--Gladio's got a reputation between the maids, and Mira tells herself it doesn't bother her. She wants to claim them as hers, but even if she can't, they'll both always know. It's the reason why she sucks hard at his neck, his throat, her tongue brushing over the red marks left behind. She leaves a trail of them, and she's glad she at least can claim this part of him... even if nobody else will know.

His fingers are ridiculously distracting, and Mira moves with the motion of his fingers. The more he fucks her with his fingers, the easier it is for him to drive them in deeper. By now, she's breathless as she moans, his name slipping from her lips each time his fingers slide into her. She's getting impatient, biting at his neck, and she pulls his head up so she can kiss him.

"Need you," she groans out, before kissing him again and biting at his lip.

He allows the insistence of it, nods and kisses her once more before dragging himself away from her. His fingers slide free and, rather than wiping away her fluids, he sinks them deep into his mouth, groaning at her taste even as he sucks them clean. At least clean enough to feel confident taking her hand and hauling her up into a sitting position so he can help pull her dress over her head, the whole bundle of her clothing tossed carelessly aside.

Gladio has to shift back for a moment, has to step back from the bed so he can yank his shorts down and off. As soon as he's free from that last bit of clothing he's back on the bed, on top of her again, mouth on hers, claiming her in a hard, desperate kiss. Even as insistent as she is though he pauses, strokes her cheek, checks in one more time.

"You sure bout this, Mira?"

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