davies; ROGER (rgrd) wrote in lazarustheic, @ 2017-05-07 11:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, character: daphne greengrass, character: roger davies |
who ? daphne greengrass and roger davies
when ? sunday afternoon, 7th may
where ? leeds castle
what ? a day out (mostly sex, though)
rating ? very nc-17
status ? complete
The castle trip had originally been planned for last weekend but on Saturday morning, both Roger and Daphne had realised that going to see a touristy place on a Bank Holiday weekend was probably going to be rather shit, so the trip had been postponed to this weekend. It turned out that going to a touristy place on a Sunday was still pretty busy, but Roger was sure it ought to have been less busy than last weekend. So far, they’d mostly just seen fancy rooms and whatever other touristy places were available for viewing. It was... castle-y. Roger wasn’t really sure how else to describe it.
“Are you having fun?” Roger asked as him and Daphne stopped at yet another painting. “This is oddly reminiscent of being home,” Roger commented because whilst he definitely hadn’t grown up in a castle, the Davies estate wasn’t too dissimilar in how it was all shiny and filled with ugly arse paintings. The only difference really was that this was bigger and the paintings didn’t move, which made them seem even more boring.
To one side of them there was a door open to the garden and Roger tugged on Daphne’s hand. “Let’s go look at some bushes,” he told her pulling her towards the door. At least it was a sunny day so if nothing else, they could be boring outdoors.
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Daphne found the castle quite interesting. The artwork was lovely, but she could see where Roger would think that it was similar to home. It was quite similar to her own in many ways. Mostly in ways that her mother had decorated in hopes of seeming more proper and worldly to everyone who came into their house. While her childhood home may not have been quite as large as Roger's, it certainly was no less flashy. A purposeful thing her mother had done.
When Roger spoke, she looked over at him. "I am," she said, but when he tugged her towards the door, she went very willingly because surely things outside would be less boring. Hopefully they could do more than look at some bushes. Once out the door, she moved closer to Roger. "I could be having more fun, though," she said. "I mean you could be making use of the fact that I left my knickers at home."
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The idea of finding a castle to have sex in had been excellent, Roger was still of very strong belief that that was true. What they had planned slightly better was the limited amount of spaces you could hide away at as a tourist on a day when everyone and their fucking mother had decided to see a castle (see ‘the weekend’). The garden, though, was big and also a lot less populated and then Daphne came in closer and told Roger how she had no underwear on and Roger groaned. “Where does all this wickedness come from,” he muttered but it was very far from a complaint.
Taking Daphne’s hand, Roger lead them down a path and then another, entering some sort of botanical maze as they walked. There were people there, but they seemed far more scarce and the maze was... well, maze-y and botanical, really. It took Roger approximately another six turns before he considered them lost, and thus tugged Daphne in closer, pulling her into a kiss as his hands strayed down her bare legs, one sliding up to her arse under the skirt. “Fuck,” Roger muttered realising that she really wasn’t lying (not that, honestly, he’d expected her to). “You’re so fucking hot,” he informed her grinding his hips forward to show her just how eagerly his body was already responding just to the fact that she was close (and wearing no fucking underwear).
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"Slytherin," she reminded him with a smirk. Even if he wasn't complaining, it was amusing to torment him a little here and there. Making him groan like that sent a shiver of approval down her spine and if she hadn't already been eager to have him hiking up her skirt, she certainly was more so now.
She let herself be tugged along into the maze, amused by the quickness that Roger had with getting them plenty lost before tugging her into a kiss. She hummed appreciatively against his lips, smirking into the kiss when he realized she hadn't been kidding about the knickers. "Mmm, so are you," she told him, snaking a hand between them and undoing his belt. "I think this is one of the best ideas we've had." Knowing that anyone could come around the corner and catch them at any moment was thrilling and dangerous in a way that just made Daphne all the more hot.
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“That you’ve had,” Roger corrected because it was Daphne’s idea. “I don’t have great ideas, that’s what I have you for,” he pointed out, running a line of kisses over her neck and simultaneously rocking his hips forward into her hands that were against his trousers. In terms of practicality, Roger had no real understanding of how they were going to do this, but it really didn’t stop him from hitching Daphne’s skirt higher up and squeezing her buttocks again. They were next to some sort of a loop, which seemed to just stop, so Roger pushed Daphne closer to it, pleased to discover that it became just secluded enough to probably not have someone see them.
Moving one of his hands away from Daphne’s ass, Roger pushed it up under her shirt, only to discover that she’d foregone the bra as well, which in turn made Roger give another low groan. Roger let his thumb brush over one of Daphne’s nipples, waiting until it elicited enough of a response for him to catch a moan in a kiss. Pushing the shirt up more, Roger easily replaced the material with his mouth, licking against the nipple before sucking it into his mouth. The way Daphne responded was so hot, that it was almost possible to forget where they were. But not quite, which really, just made it so much hotter.
Letting Daphne’s breast slip from his touch, Roger moved to kiss down her stomach, before the shirt fell to cover it again. Once on his knees, Roger let his hand settle against Daphne’s hip, the other still on her ass, as he looked up at her, smirking. “Think you can find an angle in which I can push my tongue in you without you falling into a bush?” He asked her in what was far too sexy of a way for the ridiculous sentence that had come out.
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Daphne smirked, feeling pleased with herself that Roger liked her ideas so. It was good to feel like she was capable of coming up with things that intrigued him, especially when those things resulted in him running his lips over her neck. She moaned softly at his touches, gently squeezing him through his trousers. Oh, yes, he thoroughly enjoyed her ideas. The air against her bare ass was just as thrilling as the thought of being caught and she moaned again as he squeezed her arse. Undoing the button on his trousers as he backed her closer to the loop, she bit her lower lip to keep from gasping out loud when his hand found her breast.
His thumb against her nipple though made it difficult to keep quiet, but he captured her response with his lips and she pressed herself more firmly against his touch. As if she needed to be any more turned on, his mouth quickly found her tit and she gasped, once more catching her lower lip between her teeth to try and keep at least a little quieter. She didn't want to draw attention and have to stop. Fuck, she didn't want anything to force them to stop.
As he slid lower and asked that question, Daphne thought it was unfairly sexy for being so ridiculous. She barely held back a laugh, releasing an amused breath instead. "I think I can give it a go," she told him. "Gives me a chance to work on my balancing skills," she smirked, reaching out to rest a hand on one of his shoulders to use for balance, while she draped her leg over the other.
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Roger moved his hand over from Daphne’s hip to the low of her back, ensuring to be at least remotely helpful with the balancing. His other hand slid over to the back of her thigh as she lifted her leg up to drape over his shoulder. It didn’t take Roger long to go from pressing kisses against her inner thigh to licking against her clit, tongue as promised darting into her mostly teasingly. She tasted amazing and Roger could feel her getting wetter with every touch, soft moans escaping her as Daphne evidently tried to stop them. That, too, was extremely hot, Roger thought as he pressed his tongue harder against her and then sucked just to see what the sounds Daphne would make were. He was certainly not disappointed.
It was, maybe more disappointingly for Daphne, also those sounds that made Roger pull back, a hand down his trousers before he’d gotten as far as standing up properly. “Turn around,” he instructed Daphne, half turning her already with his hand that had returned to Daphne’s hip. The moment she had, Roger pressed himself into her, really rather sure that she was wet enough. “Shh,” he muttered at the response, but did also thrust his hips forward to get her to make the sound again.
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It was difficult to focus on balancing herself when he was being so wicked with his tongue. Daphne was rather sure that he was toying with her just to pull every sound he could from her with his flicking and darting. Unfair, but so fucking good. She half expected her lower lip to be bruised from the way she'd kept biting it to stifle at least some of her appreciative responses to his lips and tongue. She wasn't able to stifle the sound of disappointment when he pulled away, though, but the disappointment was short lived.
She gladly turned, leaning forward enough to make the alignment easier for him. She was plenty wet enough and as he filled her, Daphne forgot to stifle her approval. "Fuck," she whispered, hissing the word out through clenched teeth as she tried to keep quiet. "Easier said than done," she muttered, reaching back with a hand to rest against his hip, pulling him closer while the other slipped up behind her head to card through his hair. "Keep fucking me like that and they're all going to hear me," she warned. "Maybe I need to invest in a gag."
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The way she felt hot and tight around Roger and the way her fingers slid through his hair, made him push harder into her, teeth coming to graze against the skin on Daphne’s neck, only to almost accidentally give her an actual bite at the mention of a gag. “Fuck,” Roger groaned, a hand tightening against Daphne’s hip, before he slipped his other hand back under her shirt, seeking out her breast, fingers pinching her nipple as if in punishment for being so fucking hot. Not that it really in any way was a punishment, not when she responded so fucking pleasantly.
“You are so fucking hot,” Roger repeated, each word punctuated with another thrust. Somewhere in the distance - but probably not so distant that they could afford to be loud - there were people talking, having a jolly fun day out at the Leeds castle. “The louder you are, the more likely I’ll have to stop,” Roger informed Daphne and then literally fucked her harder to in every which way make her be louder. Because what would be the point otherwise.
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Fuck, he was devious. Every little pinch, every thrust, it was all to make her louder and then he warned her that he'd have to stop if someone heard her. The bastard. But fuck if she didn't love every second of it. Sliding her hand out of his hair, she moved it to cover his hand at her breast. Daphne tugged it away from her chest and moved it to her mouth, pressing a kiss to his palm. "Then keep me quiet," she demanded. "And fuck me harder."
Two could play at their little game. It was all part of the fun. Already her brain rolled through other possible excursions and Daphne was eager to fuck Roger across the entirety of the map if she got the chance. Maybe they could make a little board and stick push-pins in it to denote all the places they'd fucked. Differing the colors on a scale of how close they'd come to being caught or how populated the area had been.
The thoughts alone coupled with the way he fucked her made it difficult to keep quiet and she was sure that someone was going to hear them. Still, she was eager to push him over the edge and so she pushed back against his every thrust, deliberately tightening her muscles around him.
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When Daphne brought his hand up to her lips, Roger eagerly pushed a finger into her mouth, groaning when her tongue darted over it. In response, he did push harder, though it hardly served to in any way keep her quiet. Unwillingly, but probably necessarily, Roger pulled his finger back to carefully cover Daphne’s mouth, the ability to restrict the sounds she made somehow managing to make the whole thing even hotter, despite the fact that Roger really hadn’t expected it to be possible.
To stop the sounds he made, Roger bit Daphne’s shoulder lightly, leaving a mark against the shirt she was wearing. His hand tightened against Daphne’s hip almost to a point of leaving bruises when he felt her muscles contract around him. It didn’t really take Daphne long before she made him come, just the heat and tightness having been enough, but the way she also carried on making sounds despite Roger’s hand against her mouth was just too hot not to let himself fall over the edge. Finally, once he’d come, Roger pulled back enough to turn Daphne around and catch her lips into a kiss, as he hitched her leg up, only to replace himself with his fingers, a thumb tightly pressing against Daphne’s clit. “Come for me,” he urged, fingers moving against her wetness.
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Daphne whined when he pulled out of her, even if he did spin her around and push his fingers into her. She moaned, her head falling back from the kiss only briefly before she stole another one just to keep herself quiet. If he wanted her to come, he was going about it in the right way. Especially with the unfair press of his thumb against her clit. She used her leg as a means to pull him closer, her arms winding around his neck as she ground herself against his fingertips, desperately seeking out more and more pressure until she was certain she was going to spiral right over the edge.
When she came, she buried her face against his neck, biting down on the curve where it met his shoulder in an attempt to muffle the sound of her climax. It helped a little, but she wasn't so sure that no one had heard her. Trembling, she released the hold her teeth had on his skin, tongue sliding over the space she'd just bitten to soothe away any pain she'd caused. "Fuck," she breathed out, kissing her way to his ear as she rocked gently against his hand. "Just when I think you've fucked me as hotly as possible, you go and fuck me hotter."
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Daphne’s teeth against Roger’s shoulder were almost definitely going to leave a mark how hard she bit him, but she was also coming against his fingers, so Roger hardly felt the need to complain. If anything, he was the reason for those marks and that felt a lot more hot than it did in any way painful. Her words made Roger laugh almost breathlessly. “That sounds like both a compliment and a challenge all in one,” he pointed out leading down to pull his trousers back up properly, as Daphne straightened her own clothes. No sooner than they were decent, an elderly couple walked past.
“Lovely day, isn’t it?” The woman commented and Roger nodded energetically, trying very hard not to laugh. Once they’d left, though, he didn’t stop the laugh that escaped. “You really do have the best ideas,” he informed Daphne, leaning in closer to kiss her again, but much more gently this time. “Shall we see if we can actually find our way out of the maze?” Roger suggested taking her hand.