Theo Parrish ♠ Lord Byron (alilwicked) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-12-08 12:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 059, daniel, theo |
Who: Daniel & Theo.
When: Following the end of this.
Where: Theo's room.
Warning: NSFW.
Theo set the tequila about as gently as anyone who's drunk and horny might on the stack of water bottles situated on the elevator floor, pulling Daniel into the elevator with the motion. The doors closed behind them, and the whole thing grew still, awaiting orders on what floor to rise to. Once both of her hands were freed, she used them to press Daniel back against a wall, stretching her body up on her tiptoes to kiss him while fingers ran down his shirtfront.
Once they got to the waistband of his pants, she edged those same hands around the fabric and against his skin, thumbs sliding over the barest hint of his hip bones. Suddenly Theo remembered that one had to input a command for a machine to obey, and she swiped at the keypad a few times before hitting the foyer button. It would have been interesting for them to make a quick visit to the security floor, but Theo wasn't interested in a threesome -- at least, not in that moment.
Once the elevator began to rise, she turned her attentions back to the other party in the elevator, though she had never technically nor physically left his side.
He remembered the elevator ride being long, but on this trip it seemed like it took no time at all. One hand was still wrapped around his dwindling glass of bourbon. The other found her hip and pulled her hard against him. He tasted like smoke and peat and strong alcohol; his tongue traced her lower lip, his fingers mirroring the motion at the hard line of her hip.
"I gotta win Skee-Ball more often," he said, sucking in a sharp breath. He smiled against her lips, parting them with a forceful press of his tongue. Bourbon sloshed in his glass, licking up against the side, small droplets spilling on their clothes. Theo grinned against his mouth, her hands already back on his waistband and circling fingers toward his fly. Her nails traced along his underbelly, cutting ever so gently into his skin as her hands finally met at their horizontal zenith over his pants button. She popped it with a soft motion, her hands sliding deeper, palms facing his skin.
"Glad you think it's worth your while," she replied, then traced his teeth with her tongue, sucking his when it came into contact with her mouth. "Mmm, I don't know why people keep calling this place a murder house. It's anything but." Her hands slid around under his pants and underwear, grabbing at the aforementioned body part.
Daniel rolled his eyes, but he laughed all the same. He leaned back against the wall, pinning her grasping hands between his ass and the metal, its chill seeping through the worn fabric of his jeans. "Murder house," he mumbled. "Weird." He nipped at her jawline, the column of her throat, then pulled slightly away as the elevator doors opened. He stepped away, finishing his bourbon in one long pull. Then he left the elevator, leaving his empty glass in the car. His pants slipped down around his bony hips; he hitched them up as he reached for her hand.
Theo grabbed for his offered hand, starting to leave the elevator to only double back as she remembered the forgotten bottle of alcohol. She wiggled it in his face as they made a loose human conga line back out of the elevator and toward the stairs. She was glad they didn't have too much further to go; just one small flight, and they were on the second floor. It seemed like most of the others who dwelled on that level were down in the basement, leaving the space dark and empty of life. Theo didn't care one way or another, instead focused on getting Daniel to her room. The door was already open -- she'd left it that way, always had and likely always would, just another small habit of hers that lent credence to her inability or unwillingness to commit to anything -- but she shut it softly once they were inside.
Dropping Daniel's hand, she instead clutched at his shirt, then his pants, pulling them down again now that they were in as private of quarters as the mansion got. Theo pulled his mouth back down to hers, freeing her hands up long enough to displace the tequila bottle's cap, which she immediately dropped on the floor among a litany of clothes that she'd "borrowed" from other mansion tenants. She stepped away from him, taking a swig as she moved backward slowly toward the bed. Her free hand rose, crooking a finger at him, then dipped down to start pulling her shirt up to expose ink-stained white flesh.
He followed, a crooked grin spreading over his face, disappeared only an instant as he shucked his shirt over his head. He left a trail of clothes in his path to the bed: boots and socks toed off, jeans an inside-out tangle left where they were shed. He pulled the bottle from her hand, indelicate in his intoxication. He was still smiling when he tossed back a measure of tequila. It burned sharp and bright where it traced down his throat. He winced; it did not mix well with the dark liquor he'd enjoyed before, but it would do. Then the bottle was unceremoniously dropped onto the bedside table and his hands were on her, fitted to her ribs and skimming upward, dragging her shirt along with them. He threw it aside, not looking where it fell.
"Jesus, these are hot," he said. His eyes were on her right side, where rolling waves cascaded into flowers. Strands of black hair cut across the sight, and Theo shrugged them back as her spine bowed at his touch.
"Yeah?" She came up against the edge of the bed, hands going down to her own fly. "You wanna see how far down they go?" The garment didn't leave much to the imagination, torn as they were, but Theo unbuttoned and pushed them off all the same, revealing more ink -- this time in cascades of blue, orange, green, red -- all detailing down her right side. Bending each knee, she pulled off her boots, dropping her down an inch or two in front of him, but making her no lessy grabby as she stripped herself in front of him. A black-stained hand slid up his front, over abs and chest, around his throat to his nape where she could pull his mouth down to hers again. She thrust her tongue into and over his, teasing it into hers and sucking it again, her body straightening to press against his.
Daniel's groan against her mouth and the grasping of his hands at her hips was answer enough. Short nails dug into her skin to pull her tight against him. The difference in their height was pronounced; even bent down to kiss her, he felt them both strain to touch the other as they wanted. With a growl of frustration and a sharp bite at her lip, his hands slid down to cup her backside. He lifted her against him, wrapping her legs around him as his stirring length pressed against her faintly scarred thighs. He kissed her still, deep and hungry as they moved back to the bed, keeping close over her as he lay her down. His hands squeezed her tight as his tongue plunged over hers, and again as his mouth moved to the column of her throat.
Her neck arched as he traced pathways down her neck, her body writhing softly beneath his touch. Theo spread her legs wide, ankles tracing over his backside to land on the suddenly familiar feeling of the comforter. She'd been bundled up in it nearly every day since the snow started to fall, but there were better ways to stay warm. One hand threaded through his dark hair, teasing at it until she was pressing his mouth down toward her breasts. The other bunched the blanket enough behind her head to prop herself up more comfortably so she could watch him play with her body.
He seemed to like her eyes on him. His gaze swept slowly up her body until it met her own. He watched her as he pressed his mouth to her breasts, his tongue tracing over their swell to dip beneath the line of her bra. Her mouth opened shallowly, breath sucked in before she brought teeth down on her lower lip. His hands moved up her back, skimming over thick scars before unfastening her bra and shoving it carelessly aside. Then they returned, touching her tattoos and the hard marks he dimly felt he recognized.
"Is that… are those what I think they are?" he said, his voice muffled by her skin. His lips closed over one taut nipple. His hands returned to her hips, pushing her underwear down at he sucked at her skin. She writhed again, her fingers on his shoulders. Theo arched a brow and smiled, answering a question with a question.
"And what do you think they are?" Nails slid over and around the muscle and bone she could feel beneath his flesh, her right hand threading through his hair gently.
"From hooks," he said. His teeth worried at her nipple. He watched her, smiling, as he moved to her sternum, then down the flat of her belly, trailing little biting kisses all the while. "Suspension. Right?" He paused at her pelvis. His breath was warm over her skin, his mouth soft where he kissed old, narrow scars on her thighs. "Are you a troubled girl, Theo?" With an impish grin he kissed the joining of hip and thigh, outlining that hard ridge of bone. "Or just trouble?"
The smile on her face widened, the teeth displayed both a promise and a warning. Theo slid a foot up, bending her knee, wiggling her behind a little against the tickling sensation his touch was putting through her. She pulled her arms up, propping her head but knitting her fingers behind her crown. It was easy to watch him from that vantage point.
"I like to get into trouble," she replied. She laid her other leg down flat, exposing herself even more than she was already to however he chose to touch her -- fingers, mouth, tongue. "I like it when trouble gets into me."
His soft laugh rumbled through her where his lips pressed to her skin. "Don't we all," he said. The tip of his tongue wrote every word on her body. He pressed it close against her, tracing her shape, his fingers sliding in the wake of his mouth. Beneath the metallic tang of the liquor he could taste something distinctly her. At last he turned his eyes from hers, his own falling shut as he buried his tongue in her. Theo moaned lightly, her eyes falling half-lidded, but still she watched him with a rapt gaze. He slipped first one finger beneath its warm, wet length, then a second. He pushed deeper as his mouth withdrew for an instant; then he turned his focus to that tight bundle of nerves, working her with softly sucking kisses and the press of his thumb.
Theo bit her lip again, stifling more sounds, but they escaped all the same through her half-tried obstruction. Her hips bounced up to meet him, the motion encouraging in itself. Her own nails bit hard into her scalp, cutting crescent-shaped wells into the back of her head as he worked her.
"God, yes." The words were a whisper, punctuated by moans growing louder by the moment. "Fuck, yes." Her hands came down from her head and twined strands of his black hair around her fingers, pressing his mouth tight to her clit. She let her head fall back against the comforter, eyes slipping closed as she basked in the sensation of his nearly vibrating tongue over her vulva. "Fuck, was your nickname cunning linguist?" She leaned up to grin down at him, very aware of the lame joke she'd made and not caring one whit.
"Mmm." He chuckled; laughter shone in his eyes when he looked up at her. He tipped his head into her hand, letting her move him where she wanted. "Close." He dragged the flat of his tongue over her, licking the taste of her from his own fingers. He laughed aloud, and once he'd begun, he could not stop. He nuzzled between her legs, slick fingers curling around her thighs as he spread them wide. "It's Sin, actually." His fingers slid into her again. He nipped lightly at her clit, smiling up at her as he did.
"Seriously?" She half laughed, the sound giving way to a whimpering moan. "Fuck, you earned it. Just like that, Christ." Theo pulled his head down harder, pressing his mouth to her slit as she could feel herself starting to mount. She couldn't stop her hips from thrusting against his tongue and fingers, her orgasm blossoming from her genitals outward. The sensation curled her spine, her free hand digging into the comforter underneath her. Once it had completely passed, with only a few aftershocks still pinging from edge to edge through her body, she leaned up again.
"OK, my turn, Sin," she replied, giving a light tug to his scalp, encouraging him to switch places.
He lapped at her one last time before moving where her hand directed. He pressed his fingers to his lips, licking them clean. Then he flopped down onto the bed and pushed himself up toward the mound of pillows, settling in with a roll of his shoulders. He was smiling and satisfied, already more pleased with himself than he had any right to be. He started to reach for the tequila, but found himself preoccupied with watching her move down his body. Again his gaze skimmed over her tattoos, flicking restlessly from one pattern to another.
"I think I could get used to this house," he said, his voice drowsy and thick with lust.
"Right?" She grinned at him as she found a comfortable position on her belly by his groin. Her hands slid up his inner thighs, her right the first to brush up against his swelling member. She took it in a careful grip, squeezing gently as she pumped once up and down its length. "Sex, parties, your own bed and bathroom... Still not seeing the downside to this place." Theo scooted up enough to bring her mouth closer to his thickness, running the flat of her tongue up and down the length of his member. As she pulled back, the Cheshire cat grin never abating, she stroked him again and looked back up to his face. "So where does one get a nickname like Sin?" Before he could answer, her mouth was back on his cock.
Intoxication already rendered him slow to respond; the press of hands and mouth to his body only worsened matters. He sucked in a breath, a lazy grin spreading from one corner of his mouth. "Mostly," he began, his breath hitching with a touch of her tongue, "people not knowin' how to pronounce Ciin." His hand moved to her hair, sweeping fallen locks away with the pad of his thumb. His eyes met hers, lust and laughter gleaming in his black gaze. "But then you could say I started earnin' it."
"Oh?" Her tongue slipped over the tip of his member, followed by her mouth. One hand gently kneaded his sac, and she propped herself up on one elbow high enough to take half of him down her throat, coming up for air, and then back down again to the hilt, suppressing her gag reflex. She could feel him hardening further underneath her tongue, the sensation always pushing her to do more. Theo took him once, twice more, saliva and sucking noises loud in the darkness of her otherwise empty room. Only his low, ragged moans otherwise broke the silence, and he tried to keep them in check to better hear her. She came up gasping, licking and chewing at her lips where her hand took over for her throat. "Earning it how?"
"I, uh." His hand twisted in a thick, sweat-damp lock of her hair. "Sex, drugs, and rock'n'roll." He laughed unsteadily, lifting his hips up toward her mouth and into her hand. "And fights," he said. "Lotta fights." His grip tightened suddenly as her hand turned on him. His free hand balled up in already mussed sheets. "Jesus, Theo. You better have condoms in here or I might literally die."
She grinned again, leaning forward to take his sac gently into her mouth. Her hooded eyes flicked up to watch his face as she sucked it for a few long seconds, finding just as much enjoyment in teasing him as she would have in penetration.
"I have a couple," she replied, a long line of spittle trailing from her mouth as she brought her lips to his member, tracing a wiggling line up its length. "You sure you don't just want me to suck you off?" Her mouth edged over the tip of his member, pulling him in again.
"You are really makin' me not care either way," he mumbled. He pressed his hand to the back of her head, pushing her farther down onto him. Slowly he reopened sleepy eyes to watch her work him, a low moan breaking free as he rolled his hips up to her. The room seemed to spin lazily around him. "So whatever you want. Anything."
Theo gagged on him for a moment, going up and down, and finally decided she didn't want to sit this one out. Pulling back, she kissed the tip of his member, wiping her mouth off with the back of her hand as she crawled forward to the nightstand on the left side of her massive bed. She'd found a handful in her bathroom, which she'd relocated to the bedroom, wondering if and when she'd get to use them. Ripping one open, she moved back to straddle Sin, the simple combination of his nickname and what they were about to do tickling her far too much.
"You know, I've done a lot of sinnin' in my time," she said, sliding the condom snugly over his member, "but I can't say that I've ever straight up just fucked sin before." With a firm grip, she brought his tip to her entrance, sliding down over it until he was fully encased within her. Her hands went palm-flat on his belly, hips bouncing a little as she got her bearings.
His hands wrapped around her hips, biting into her skin with a sharp press of his nails. "First time for everything," he said. He gasped aloud as she moved on him. Impatient, ever hungry for more, he raised his hips beneath her again, rolling them as he pushed deeper still into her. Theo's breath caught in her throat, a whimpering moan escaping her lips. He slid one hand around to her front, nails dragging red lines on her pale skin. His fingers found her slick and ready. He followed the line of her body where it fitted to his; touched her clit, stroking it with increasing insistence.
"Fuck." She drew the word out, elongating it as he thrust up and into her. Theo pressed down as he withdrew, keeping him tight inside her. She leaned into his caress, one hand sliding up to grab at his wrist. Her hips increased in speed, slick skin moving against one another in the dark. "Fuck, no, do that thing again. With your nails." She tugged at his hand, pulling it up over her stomach again, to her sides. "Hurt me."
A shudder coursed through him; he moaned aloud, and readily obliged. He pressed harder, cautious at first, but spurred on by her motions. His drunken state and the tight clench of her body on his soon broke down whatever reservations he may have had. He felt blood well beneath his nails. Then his hands softened for an instant, the pads of his fingers pressing into each red crescent, hard enough to bruise. When his nails found her again, he bucked hard up into her, rocking her atop him.
"Yes! Oh, fuck, yes," she moaned, writhing atop him as she rode him harder into the bed. Her spine curled, own hands driving into his stomach and punching through his skin with black-painted nails. He sucked in a sharp breath through clenched teeth, but did not move away. Warmth started to curl in her belly, rounding her pelvis, the beginnings of an orgasm. She gasped, leaning into her perch on his belly, grinding her hips harder and harder against his cock. "God, that feels amazing," she encouraged, the grabbed his wrists to move his hands around to her back. "Harder, oh God, I'm so close. Do it harder!"
He dug his hands into the small of her back, clutching hard each time he drove up into her. Every word, every motion, pulled him closer to the edge. He growled a curse under his breath. The thin rivulets of blood she drew on his belly trickled slowly downward, tracking onto her thighs as she rode him. He moved more roughly into her, thrusting deep until he felt his own hips begin to bruise. "Jesus, fuck," he groaned, pulling her down to meet his next vicious thrust. His toes curled into her sheets as his orgasm ripped through him. His body curved to meet hers, lips and teeth seeking out her skin, his face pressed to her breasts as he came.
Hers overlapped his, the orgasm at first blossoming slowly through her groin before exploding throughout the entirety of her body, rippling across muscle. Theo's body bucked against his even in the throes of her passion, her hands lighting on his shoulders, nails digging deep to cut him anew. Then she slowed, calming, even as her heart still raced. Her body and mind were floating on cloud nine in the aftermath of their intercourse, and she had no desire to extract herself from the mess of sweat and skin she was currently entwined with.
"Sounds like it was good for you," she half laughed, half whispered out, freeing her nails from his flesh to lightly run her fingertips over the cuts. "I think there's a nurse, if you want these looked at. Don't think you're gonna need stitches though."
"Fuck that," he panted. He laughed, falling back to the bed with her wrapped in his arms. He kissed her throat, her shoulder, the sharp line of her collar bone. "I like goin' home with a little reminder of a fun time. And damn, you are fun."
He rolled his hips to pull himself from her, stroking the curve of her ass as he moved to reach between them. Briefly he considered being considerate and actually taking pains to clean up his mess, but sleep and the afterglow of pleasure overwhelmed him. He stripped the condom off and dropped it to the floor, wiggling his hips a bit as he settled back beneath her. His arms slid around her, fingers tracing over old scars. "You're not gonna kick me out yet are you?" he asked, yawning even while he nuzzled into her neck.
Theo stretched out the column of her throat, rolling to her back. She hummed softly, sinking back into the pillows and blankets and the warmth of the body next to her. "Hmm, as long as you don't steal my blankets, you can stay. You've been a good boy so far." One hand brushed through his dark hair; Theo reached over to the side of the bed for a blanket to throw over both their bodies. She never heard a reply from Sin, the alcohol and afterglow rocking him to sleep without issue. Theo grinned, folded her body into his, and let sleep break over her and carry her off into the darkness.