you two are doing the do, as you do - except, oh no, you're not in the safety of your own room! there's no risk of being discovered here, as you're already exposed. all eyes are on you and your boo.
can't help it - you're so (blegh) in love you can't control your emotions.
don't care - the two of you have been kept apart for so long, you don't mind who sees you together.
swingers/party - at the orgy, you're out of place if you're not having sex for all to see.
uncontained lust - hormones or sex pollen strikes!
forced - aliens making you breed? threat of death?
kink - you're just a exhibitionist.
possessive - what's yours is yours and you're going to show the world.
ritual - sex as a rite of passage or a ceremony that must be performed.
humiliation - one of you wants to shame the other.
[Kink for sure, possibly consensual/roleplayed humiliation? If you've got any fun ideas for a setting I'm all ears, all I can think of off the top of my head are the standard cliches like train, school roof, etc.]
[Dice has had a good day, for once, and he's hanging out waiting for a certain pink-haired leader while smoking a cigarette outside of a fancy apartment building. Money happened, not a lot, but enough to get him cigarettes, and he even found it in himself to find a place to shower, too. He's feeling great, overall. When Ramuda sent him the sudden message, he didn't think much of it. The guy was so erratic and prone to calling him up at a whim, it didn't really surprise Dice at all. So now he's waiting for Mr. Fashion Designer to come out and collect his stray.]
[Anybody who knew Komaeda well - and that list happened to be tragically quite small - would have worked out that he often spent his time in the library, a place which was nice and quiet and, for some reason, free from having people hurt by his talent. Sometimes, he met there with Hinata, the only person he could truly call a friend. Unfortunately, Hinata happened to be busy with other things and besides, Komaeda felt he annoyed the guy a lot anyway.
And so he sat in a small corner of the library, often missed by people who did not look hard enough, neck deep in a murder mystery book. Nobody else seemed to be in the library. The main librarian had gone into one of the back rooms for a - very long - coffee break.]
((OOC: See journal for general preferences. Ritual is definitely the top one, here, but I can make most of these work if you've got a fun idea. For "Ritual", someone reluctant but knowing it's necessary is fine, but enthusiastic partners preferred in general for this one-- though pre-negotiated humiliation is always on the table. Also always happy to have him on the losing end of one of his games.))
Krissy wove and swayed her way onto the crowded dance floor, bass pounding in her chest. The music was loud enough that it was hardly more than abstract noise in her ears, and the dancing was anything but sophisticated, but she didn't care. The louder it was, the easier she could forget about the world outside.
She wasn't a hunter's kid tonight. She was just a part of the crowd the crowd. Just another girl pressed up against a hot guy, undulating in a sea of bodies that met and parted and rejoined around them.
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