[ Hunk has no issue staying close. Kissing itself is fun and uncomplicated, and Hunk's partially gotten into the habit of blocking out factors of reason in pursuit of company and chroma. So long and nobody's rounding the corner, he can semi-ignore that they're in a public place.
Not that that's—It's not an active fantasy of his, really, being a person who's particularly prone to nervousness, but it's kind of fun, maybe, to wonder how far they'll be able to push it before stopping.
So it escalates, naturally. Hunk uses his hands on her to shift her positioning slightly, nudging one of his legs between hers. He squeezes lightly and tilts his posture, angling himself to accommodate any pleasant grinding she may feel like carrying out.
A rapid descent into heavy petting, basically. Cool, cool, cool. Definitely rad and normal for a museum visit. ]
[ For Re-L, every little bit of it is a thrill. After all, anything like this, where she was from, perhaps even in the privacy of one's home, wasn't really agreeable. The whole narrative of emotions being a useless thing, and the death of the need for physical contact for reproduction all in one fell swoop led to a very repressed population.
Thankfully she's already had a little time to loosen up prior to showing up here. Vincent.
There is not an ounce of opposition in her as Hunk adjusts them, in fact making a little, pleased mewl as Hunk's leg positions itself between hers. Naturally, life by the horns as she is, Re-L doesn't wait long before her hips give a calculated rotation against Hunk's thigh, and she pulls away just barely to huff out a breath, very barely holding down something louder.
Heavy petting in a museum may not be usual fare, but carefully held control was still very much Re-L's forte. The blue of her eyes is almost obscured by mascaraed lashes as she comes back in to take Hunk's lip between her teeth, the light pressure both a 'damn you' as much as a 'thank you' as she angles herself for optimum pressure in the right places.
... Electing to wear a dress tonight had paid off after all. Her usual clothing had so many layers it might have made this a thousand times more frustrating. ]
[ Hunk lets out a noise that's somewhere between surprised and a pleased grunt when Re-L sucks his lip between her teeth again. The metaphorical path home is pretty clear now, at least so far as he's able to plan ahead, which... Isn't far, really, but oh well.
Once she seems to find an optimal spot, he grips one of her thighs to help keep her there, squirming occasionally as he attempts to apply pressure to where she's grinding on him. ]
Uh. I gotta-- [ He'd been trying to find his own ideal angle, but it's caused a slight snap back into reality. He's hard, now. Like... hard. They can still snap apart if someone rounds the corner, but it's not going to fix much.
He considers suggesting they find a utility closet or a suspiciously clean washroom or something, but... There just happens to be a darkened enclave a little ways down the hall, where a door sits partially hidden behind a curtain, 'Employees Only.'
So it's not totally isolated, but it's less exposed than their current position. Right now, it feels serendipitous. ]
Ooh, here. C'mon. [ And he gives her another hard kiss and grab-ass before he moves to lead her by the hand to the darkened, little aside-space. And there, feeling a little safer, he undoes his pants and breaths a sigh of relief. He holds his arms open to her, inviting her to just climb back in. ] That's so much better.
[ For the moment Re-L isn't thinking about much of anything other than what they're in to right here and now. Of course, at the first hint of another person, she'll more than likely go right back to the stone-faced young woman she always was, but for the moment this is all about enjoyment. Especially with Hunk gripping her thigh, feeding into the neediness of the moment as he humors her with pressure where she wants it.
Blue eyes open just slightly as Hunk speaks, hazed with neediness as he speaks, curious but also hoping he isn't clamming up on her now of all times.
She, of course, hasn't really had time to scope out places for them to go that may even be marginally more private. Thankfully one of them is on his toes, though her brows knit as he kisses her hard as if thinking that he's putting a hard stop to everything. Thankfully that doesn't come to be as she's lead to the little side-space, giving a huff of a laugh as he undoes his pants and opens his arms.
Re-L obliges, of course, coming back into his hold, though she doesn't lean back into a kiss before posing a possibility to him : ]
[ Hunk's eyes fix on Re-L's dress at her words, wandering down the hemline and the bare thighs emerging from it. The full weight of her suggestion hits him straight in the groin, so close to an actual, physical sensation that he lets out a snort of laugher reflexively.
Right now, he realizes, he absolutely would fuck behind this curtain in this museum display. Cool. ]
You're so smart. [ Actual fondness in the compliment. He figured he'd get a handy out of this, tops, and potentially have to spend an uncomfortable little while in soiled clothes, but… Gosh, the thought of sinking into her is now overwhelming whatever good sense he'd had left. Whatever they've got running through the vents, if that assumption is correct (which seems pretty likely), it's got him hook, line, and sinker.
He moves to kiss her again, nice and lingering, a moment of nice softness before he plunges straight into reckless abandon. ]
[ Some part of Re-L knows she's got Hunk hook, line and sinker right now. Of course, she can't be 100% sure, either, but if he's as turned on as she is at the moment, then she's fairly sure he's going to take her up on this deal to fuck behind a curtain in the middle of this museum.
It's her turn to snort a little laugh and roll her eyes as he compliments her intelligence, only offering a little snark in return before he's kissing her. ]
Someone has to use the blood left in their brain. [ It's all in jest, though. She's definitely not faulting him for wanting what she wants at the same time. She hums, lowly, as he kisses her, a hand lingering at his chest before they pull away and Hunk makes his request.
Re-L complies easily, for once, though not before she's hiking up that skirt to reveal a little show for Hunk's eyes only, a haughty little glance tossed his way before she turns and asks - ]
[ Of course, she's wearing elaborate underwear. He'd have assumed a day out would call for something more casual, but… Well, Re-L's just like that, huh? Presentable and polished at all times.
Anyway..! He spares a quick glance back into the hall, then steps closer again, wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning forward to peck her on the cheek. Then, swaying slightly, grinding against her gently, he nuzzles his face into the curve of her neck. Nothing like a minor slow dance break. ]
I was gonna get my hands down your panties, but now I'm not sure if I can get around all these extra straps. [ Which isn't a wholly serious claim. He can manage easily enough with a slight shift in tactics. Like, so slight.
He smooths his hands over her belly, thumbs hooking into the straps as he goes, and he's just… gonna go ahead and slide the garment down. Once he's got the exposure necessary, he presses two fingers into her folds, canting his hand against her.
He also lets out a happy, little hum over it, just in case Re-L needs any reminding about the kind of dope Hunk is. ]
Should I go ahead, or…?
[ They're slightly pressed for time, sure, but he doesn't wanna be rude. ]
[ There is no such thing as being unprepared, so far as Re-L is concerned. And after so long of dealing with the same old styles season in and season out, Re-L was all too happy to see what kinds of lingerie were available here in Lunatia, and quickly built up a little storehouse of items. Confidence came just as much from dressing as your attitude, and the base layers were just as important as far as she's concerned.
She hums as he kisses her cheek, though admittedly a bit confused by the break to press and sway. Granted, it's a good bit of a tease, but since they've already been grinding out in the hallway... ]
I'm sure you can figure it out, Hunk. [ Equal parts assured in his ability as she is impatient, which means she's helpful in swaying to get the offending garment downward, at this point so affected by whatever it was in that tunnel that she'd do whatever Hunk asked, just about, though in the usual form he doesn't really ask for much that would stretch their bounds.
His hand slips down, and Re-L's back blooms in to little goosebumps, a slight shiver rolling up her back even as she adjusts, bowing ever so slightly. Hunk's fingers will find her more than ready, already wet from her grinding earlier.
An eager nod meets Hunk's question, now, though she goes ahead and speaks too just in case that isn't clear enough. ]
Right. [ As if he'd forgotten. She probably can't see it, but he grins quickly and then... Down to business!
He tries to make it quick business, too, withdrawing briefly to re-adjust his clothes, pulling out his cock and giving himself a couple of encouraging pumps before moving to re-align himself with her. He rubs the tip along her entrance before he starts to push in, setting a hand on her hip to rock her back and forth slightly until she's cradled again him once more.
He wraps one arm around her, sliding up under her dress to cup a breast and support her weight if need-be. The other hand slips back down, fingers against her clit. Then he starts moving in earnest, quick and shallow pumps that should provide the friction without the noise.
And, gosh, she's so good. He's got a lingering anxiety about expressing that, about whether someone like Re-L wants to hear how much someone else might enjoy being with her, sex or no. So he'll just... Keep enjoying the company, keep making sure she's happy with it. ]
Did you forget that quickly? [ She can't not tease him - come on. Just because they're about to have sex in a closet doesn't mean that she can't rib him a little, even if she's only catching a moment of that grin as she turns to give him a fleeting glance.
Typically the quiet type, Re-L does little more than give a shiver of a sigh and a bite of her lip as Hunk presses into her now, though she does offer a rare show of affection as they come to be cradled together again, turning her face toward his to press in if he's close enough. Here in this closet, it's a good thing she's not typically a loud lover, though the aphrodisiacs may have had their way with that too, even if it's only slightly. Her hand moves to grip the arm wrapped around her, bolstering holding her weight so that she doesn't have to focus so much on holding herself up as she whines, shuddering in a breath as Hunk pumps into her in earnest now.
He's learned quickly, she has to give him every bit of credit there. They've gone from fumbling on a couch to smoothly fucking in a closet and honestly, she's thrilled. Thrilled to the core, it would seem, as she's quickly trying to suppress shuddering breaths. ]
Yes - [ She pauses, but only for a moment to shake in a breath, a lilt in her voice that makes it sweeter as she sighs out. ] Like that.
Mmn. [ He hums in acknowledgement, happy to meet with her approval. While he's generally the more talkative of the pair, by a lot, particularly prone to babbling… He's mostly got less to say once he actually gets into things, even if the location is more private.
Mostly. He does have a question that he should get an answer to before a particular point. He nuzzles the curve of her ear for a moment before speaking, voice low a little harsher in quality than usual, breath hitching slightly. ]
So, uh… What's our coming policy here? [ And he's being a little jokey about it, sorry. At least he's managing this without stopping. ] Where, I mean?
[ Again, it might just be good manners for the sake of it. There's not much risk involved in Prismatica (or so they're assured), so it may just come down to personal preference and the potential to make an uncomfortable mess. ]
[ before all of this, she might have found even little movements like ear nuzzling almost perplexing. Sue her - she came from a place where emotions and physical interaction were very strictly reserved. She showed the most emotion to Daedalus and Donov, and most of it was fake to achieve her means, after a certain point.
But being as genuine as he is, Hunk has somehow warmed her up to even little affections. More than that, there’s a certain craving for touch, now, every so often, that doesn’t even coincide with the moons more often than not. The warm buzz of Chroma helps too, sending shudders through the muscles of her thighs as Hunk continues. No one here touches with the reverence like she is untouchable, and somehow that is a draw like a moth to flame.
Which is exactly why she leans her weight in to Hunk’s thrusts once she comes in time with his pace, breath catching for a long moment even as his words settle in to her mind. ]
I don’t - [ her breath catches, and then she sucks in a harsh breath. ] - just not on the dress.
[ anything else wasn’t quite so obvious, and besides all of Lunatia’s protections shes also very (possibly falsely) assured it doesn’t matter anyway.
A combination of their hallway foreplay and their pace is working against Re-L anyway, building that tight, pleasant sensation low in her gut. ]
Mm. [ Easy enough. Or, at least, given the answer he's been given, Hunk's going to pick the mostly efficient route. Reaching a conclusion on that doesn't hurt in spurring him further forward, either.
He shifts forward just slightly, adjusting his hold on her just slightly so that he can help rock her weight against him. It's maybe slightly sloppier, slightly rougher, than what's typical for him, but… That kind of describes this whole situation.
It's not too much longer before he comes, escalated as everything feels right now. His hips buck forward fiercely a couple of times before his stance freezes for a moment, clinging and tucking into his face into her shoulder as he lets out a low, bit-back noise despite biting his lip against it.
So, like… Hopefully 'inside' was one of the assumed options. ]
[ Re-L doesn't begrudge the change in pace and force - not by a long shot. Her breathing shudders in short order, and if they hadn't been in a hallway in the middle of a museum she wouldn't have put her opposite hand over her mouth to muffle herself. Mentally, there's a note there to goad him a little next time for something a little rougher, but right now this is more than enough.
Paired with the aphrodisiacs, and all this lead up? It doesn't take much more before a shudder starts in the muscle of her thighs and roils up through her body, a soft, breathless little noise making it past her hand as the coiled tightness in her gut finally reaches a peak and releases. Re-L shivers as Hunk clings into her, tucking his face into her shoulder, still actively reminding herself to keep quiet enough for a few moments longer.
Then it's just the blood in her ears and her own breathing to hear, for the moment, soaking it in for as long as they could.
... Inside doesn't seem to phase her. Sure, it'll be some clean up later but it's much better than a possibly awkward stain on her clothing that others could see. And, either way, it doesn't matter much.
Soon, though, she's beginning to nudge Hunk to move so that they can detangle some. ]
[ He draws in his own deep breath as Re-L tenses and trembles, smoothing his hands up and down her torso with another little hum. Once it starts to subside, he lets out a breathless, little laugh and a quiet: ] Nice.
[ Then there's the inevitable and very reasonable call for a return to reality. He shifts and steps back, biting his lip again as he slips out of her. Re-dressing is quick easy enough, at least. Once his pants are fastened, he starts digging around in his pockets.
After a moment, he holds out a tissue towards her, fresh out of the portable mini-pack. See? He's helping! He's smiling pretty widely, too. Caper completed!? ]
[ At the very least they've managed not to make getting out of here all that difficult. Granted, Re-L's choice in clothing hadn't really been specifically to allow for easy access like this, but like hell if it wasn't convenient anyway. This all sort of seemed like the strangest 180 her life could have taken, but as Hunk slips out of her and she straightens up a little... she's not at all annoyed about the change.
In fact, she's anything but as she primly adjusts her skirt, beginning to shuffle her panties back up before Hunk offers her a tissue. Re-L pauses a moment, debating what he's offering and why before it clicks. Thankfully this little back area seems to be a break spot for prismals, trash can and all. And, in the long run.. it would be good to clean up so she isn't uncomfortable later on. She takes the tissue with a little kiss of appreciation for him.
Thankfully there's a place to throw away the evidence and move along, at least, and soon she's got everything back in to place as if nothing happened.
Re-L turns to Hunk, then, a little smile playing on her face as she asks. ]
[ He answers affirmatively, with a quick grin. Business as usual, right? Nothing to see here! Though they might want to try and make quick time through the rest of this particular exhibit.
And Hunk's just... gonna go ahead and try to hold her hand as they start walking again, too, if she'll let him, threading his fingers through hers. Again, very casual, cool business for casual, cool people. He's just a little touchy-feeling by nature, and especially so when his brain's swimming in oxytocin and the like. ]
[ Re-L might chalk it up to the feel-good chemicals going on for her as well, but she doesn't nudge Hunk away from holding her hand. Instead, she wraps her fingers back around Hunk's in a gesture of fondness as they proceed back into the exhibit area.
It strikes her rather quickly that they ought to proceed through here with at least some small level of haste, though she does finally observe one thing as they're walking through, though her tone sounds almost annoyed. ]
[ Okay Hunk, that gets something like a snort out of amusement from Re-L. They literally just had sex in a closet and now he's shy and tugging her out of here? Forgive her for laughing but it's all a little too amusing to ignore at the moment.
Thankfully she has tame news for him right now. ] Right now they're tame and holding hands.
- Who knows about before. [ And then destroying the calm in that chaotic neutral way she tends to. ]
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[ Hunk has no issue staying close. Kissing itself is fun and uncomplicated, and Hunk's partially gotten into the habit of blocking out factors of reason in pursuit of company and chroma. So long and nobody's rounding the corner, he can semi-ignore that they're in a public place.
Not that that's—It's not an active fantasy of his, really, being a person who's particularly prone to nervousness, but it's kind of fun, maybe, to wonder how far they'll be able to push it before stopping.
So it escalates, naturally. Hunk uses his hands on her to shift her positioning slightly, nudging one of his legs between hers. He squeezes lightly and tilts his posture, angling himself to accommodate any pleasant grinding she may feel like carrying out.
A rapid descent into heavy petting, basically. Cool, cool, cool. Definitely rad and normal for a museum visit. ]
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[ For Re-L, every little bit of it is a thrill. After all, anything like this, where she was from, perhaps even in the privacy of one's home, wasn't really agreeable. The whole narrative of emotions being a useless thing, and the death of the need for physical contact for reproduction all in one fell swoop led to a very repressed population.
Thankfully she's already had a little time to loosen up prior to showing up here.
Vincent.There is not an ounce of opposition in her as Hunk adjusts them, in fact making a little, pleased mewl as Hunk's leg positions itself between hers. Naturally, life by the horns as she is, Re-L doesn't wait long before her hips give a calculated rotation against Hunk's thigh, and she pulls away just barely to huff out a breath, very barely holding down something louder.
Heavy petting in a museum may not be usual fare, but carefully held control was still very much Re-L's forte. The blue of her eyes is almost obscured by mascaraed lashes as she comes back in to take Hunk's lip between her teeth, the light pressure both a 'damn you' as much as a 'thank you' as she angles herself for optimum pressure in the right places.
... Electing to wear a dress tonight had paid off after all. Her usual clothing had so many layers it might have made this a thousand times more frustrating. ]
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Once she seems to find an optimal spot, he grips one of her thighs to help keep her there, squirming occasionally as he attempts to apply pressure to where she's grinding on him. ]
Uh. I gotta-- [ He'd been trying to find his own ideal angle, but it's caused a slight snap back into reality. He's hard, now. Like... hard. They can still snap apart if someone rounds the corner, but it's not going to fix much.
He considers suggesting they find a utility closet or a suspiciously clean washroom or something, but... There just happens to be a darkened enclave a little ways down the hall, where a door sits partially hidden behind a curtain, 'Employees Only.'
So it's not totally isolated, but it's less exposed than their current position. Right now, it feels serendipitous. ]
Ooh, here. C'mon. [ And he gives her another hard kiss and grab-ass before he moves to lead her by the hand to the darkened, little aside-space. And there, feeling a little safer, he undoes his pants and breaths a sigh of relief. He holds his arms open to her, inviting her to just climb back in. ] That's so much better.
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[ For the moment Re-L isn't thinking about much of anything other than what they're in to right here and now. Of course, at the first hint of another person, she'll more than likely go right back to the stone-faced young woman she always was, but for the moment this is all about enjoyment. Especially with Hunk gripping her thigh, feeding into the neediness of the moment as he humors her with pressure where she wants it.
Blue eyes open just slightly as Hunk speaks, hazed with neediness as he speaks, curious but also hoping he isn't clamming up on her now of all times.
She, of course, hasn't really had time to scope out places for them to go that may even be marginally more private. Thankfully one of them is on his toes, though her brows knit as he kisses her hard as if thinking that he's putting a hard stop to everything. Thankfully that doesn't come to be as she's lead to the little side-space, giving a huff of a laugh as he undoes his pants and opens his arms.
Re-L obliges, of course, coming back into his hold, though she doesn't lean back into a kiss before posing a possibility to him : ]
I am in a dress..
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Right now, he realizes, he absolutely would fuck behind this curtain in this museum display. Cool. ]
You're so smart. [ Actual fondness in the compliment. He figured he'd get a handy out of this, tops, and potentially have to spend an uncomfortable little while in soiled clothes, but… Gosh, the thought of sinking into her is now overwhelming whatever good sense he'd had left. Whatever they've got running through the vents, if that assumption is correct (which seems pretty likely), it's got him hook, line, and sinker.
He moves to kiss her again, nice and lingering, a moment of nice softness before he plunges straight into reckless abandon. ]
Turn around?
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[ Some part of Re-L knows she's got Hunk hook, line and sinker right now. Of course, she can't be 100% sure, either, but if he's as turned on as she is at the moment, then she's fairly sure he's going to take her up on this deal to fuck behind a curtain in the middle of this museum.
It's her turn to snort a little laugh and roll her eyes as he compliments her intelligence, only offering a little snark in return before he's kissing her. ]
Someone has to use the blood left in their brain. [ It's all in jest, though. She's definitely not faulting him for wanting what she wants at the same time. She hums, lowly, as he kisses her, a hand lingering at his chest before they pull away and Hunk makes his request.
Re-L complies easily, for once, though not before she's hiking up that skirt to reveal a little show for Hunk's eyes only, a haughty little glance tossed his way before she turns and asks - ]
And, next?
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Anyway..! He spares a quick glance back into the hall, then steps closer again, wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning forward to peck her on the cheek. Then, swaying slightly, grinding against her gently, he nuzzles his face into the curve of her neck. Nothing like a minor slow dance break. ]
I was gonna get my hands down your panties, but now I'm not sure if I can get around all these extra straps. [ Which isn't a wholly serious claim. He can manage easily enough with a slight shift in tactics. Like, so slight.
He smooths his hands over her belly, thumbs hooking into the straps as he goes, and he's just… gonna go ahead and slide the garment down. Once he's got the exposure necessary, he presses two fingers into her folds, canting his hand against her.
He also lets out a happy, little hum over it, just in case Re-L needs any reminding about the kind of dope Hunk is. ]
Should I go ahead, or…?
[ They're slightly pressed for time, sure, but he doesn't wanna be rude. ]
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[ There is no such thing as being unprepared, so far as Re-L is concerned. And after so long of dealing with the same old styles season in and season out, Re-L was all too happy to see what kinds of lingerie were available here in Lunatia, and quickly built up a little storehouse of items. Confidence came just as much from dressing as your attitude, and the base layers were just as important as far as she's concerned.
She hums as he kisses her cheek, though admittedly a bit confused by the break to press and sway. Granted, it's a good bit of a tease, but since they've already been grinding out in the hallway... ]
I'm sure you can figure it out, Hunk. [ Equal parts assured in his ability as she is impatient, which means she's helpful in swaying to get the offending garment downward, at this point so affected by whatever it was in that tunnel that she'd do whatever Hunk asked, just about, though in the usual form he doesn't really ask for much that would stretch their bounds.
His hand slips down, and Re-L's back blooms in to little goosebumps, a slight shiver rolling up her back even as she adjusts, bowing ever so slightly. Hunk's fingers will find her more than ready, already wet from her grinding earlier.
An eager nod meets Hunk's question, now, though she goes ahead and speaks too just in case that isn't clear enough. ]
Yes, before someone needs in here..
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He tries to make it quick business, too, withdrawing briefly to re-adjust his clothes, pulling out his cock and giving himself a couple of encouraging pumps before moving to re-align himself with her. He rubs the tip along her entrance before he starts to push in, setting a hand on her hip to rock her back and forth slightly until she's cradled again him once more.
He wraps one arm around her, sliding up under her dress to cup a breast and support her weight if need-be. The other hand slips back down, fingers against her clit. Then he starts moving in earnest, quick and shallow pumps that should provide the friction without the noise.
And, gosh, she's so good. He's got a lingering anxiety about expressing that, about whether someone like Re-L wants to hear how much someone else might enjoy being with her, sex or no. So he'll just... Keep enjoying the company, keep making sure she's happy with it. ]
That good?
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Did you forget that quickly? [ She can't not tease him - come on. Just because they're about to have sex in a closet doesn't mean that she can't rib him a little, even if she's only catching a moment of that grin as she turns to give him a fleeting glance.
Typically the quiet type, Re-L does little more than give a shiver of a sigh and a bite of her lip as Hunk presses into her now, though she does offer a rare show of affection as they come to be cradled together again, turning her face toward his to press in if he's close enough. Here in this closet, it's a good thing she's not typically a loud lover, though the aphrodisiacs may have had their way with that too, even if it's only slightly. Her hand moves to grip the arm wrapped around her, bolstering holding her weight so that she doesn't have to focus so much on holding herself up as she whines, shuddering in a breath as Hunk pumps into her in earnest now.
He's learned quickly, she has to give him every bit of credit there. They've gone from fumbling on a couch to smoothly fucking in a closet and honestly, she's thrilled. Thrilled to the core, it would seem, as she's quickly trying to suppress shuddering breaths. ]
Yes - [ She pauses, but only for a moment to shake in a breath, a lilt in her voice that makes it sweeter as she sighs out. ] Like that.
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Mostly. He does have a question that he should get an answer to before a particular point. He nuzzles the curve of her ear for a moment before speaking, voice low a little harsher in quality than usual, breath hitching slightly. ]
So, uh… What's our coming policy here? [ And he's being a little jokey about it, sorry. At least he's managing this without stopping. ] Where, I mean?
[ Again, it might just be good manners for the sake of it. There's not much risk involved in Prismatica (or so they're assured), so it may just come down to personal preference and the potential to make an uncomfortable mess. ]
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[ before all of this, she might have found even little movements like ear nuzzling almost perplexing. Sue her - she came from a place where emotions and physical interaction were very strictly reserved. She showed the most emotion to Daedalus and Donov, and most of it was fake to achieve her means, after a certain point.
But being as genuine as he is, Hunk has somehow warmed her up to even little affections. More than that, there’s a certain craving for touch, now, every so often, that doesn’t even coincide with the moons more often than not. The warm buzz of Chroma helps too, sending shudders through the muscles of her thighs as Hunk continues. No one here touches with the reverence like she is untouchable, and somehow that is a draw like a moth to flame.
Which is exactly why she leans her weight in to Hunk’s thrusts once she comes in time with his pace, breath catching for a long moment even as his words settle in to her mind. ]
I don’t - [ her breath catches, and then she sucks in a harsh breath. ] - just not on the dress.
[ anything else wasn’t quite so obvious, and besides all of Lunatia’s protections shes also very (possibly falsely) assured it doesn’t matter anyway.
A combination of their hallway foreplay and their pace is working against Re-L anyway, building that tight, pleasant sensation low in her gut. ]
Where ever you want ..
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He shifts forward just slightly, adjusting his hold on her just slightly so that he can help rock her weight against him. It's maybe slightly sloppier, slightly rougher, than what's typical for him, but… That kind of describes this whole situation.
It's not too much longer before he comes, escalated as everything feels right now. His hips buck forward fiercely a couple of times before his stance freezes for a moment, clinging and tucking into his face into her shoulder as he lets out a low, bit-back noise despite biting his lip against it.
So, like… Hopefully 'inside' was one of the assumed options. ]
that icon... i wheezed so loud
[ Re-L doesn't begrudge the change in pace and force - not by a long shot. Her breathing shudders in short order, and if they hadn't been in a hallway in the middle of a museum she wouldn't have put her opposite hand over her mouth to muffle herself. Mentally, there's a note there to goad him a little next time for something a little rougher, but right now this is more than enough.
Paired with the aphrodisiacs, and all this lead up? It doesn't take much more before a shudder starts in the muscle of her thighs and roils up through her body, a soft, breathless little noise making it past her hand as the coiled tightness in her gut finally reaches a peak and releases. Re-L shivers as Hunk clings into her, tucking his face into her shoulder, still actively reminding herself to keep quiet enough for a few moments longer.
Then it's just the blood in her ears and her own breathing to hear, for the moment, soaking it in for as long as they could.
... Inside doesn't seem to phase her. Sure, it'll be some clean up later but it's much better than a possibly awkward stain on her clothing that others could see. And, either way, it doesn't matter much.
Soon, though, she's beginning to nudge Hunk to move so that they can detangle some. ]
We probably shouldn't linger too long...
GOOD.
[ Then there's the inevitable and very reasonable call for a return to reality. He shifts and steps back, biting his lip again as he slips out of her. Re-dressing is quick easy enough, at least. Once his pants are fastened, he starts digging around in his pockets.
After a moment, he holds out a tissue towards her, fresh out of the portable mini-pack. See? He's helping! He's smiling pretty widely, too. Caper completed!? ]
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[ At the very least they've managed not to make getting out of here all that difficult. Granted, Re-L's choice in clothing hadn't really been specifically to allow for easy access like this, but like hell if it wasn't convenient anyway. This all sort of seemed like the strangest 180 her life could have taken, but as Hunk slips out of her and she straightens up a little... she's not at all annoyed about the change.
In fact, she's anything but as she primly adjusts her skirt, beginning to shuffle her panties back up before Hunk offers her a tissue. Re-L pauses a moment, debating what he's offering and why before it clicks. Thankfully this little back area seems to be a break spot for prismals, trash can and all. And, in the long run.. it would be good to clean up so she isn't uncomfortable later on. She takes the tissue with a little kiss of appreciation for him.
Thankfully there's a place to throw away the evidence and move along, at least, and soon she's got everything back in to place as if nothing happened.
Re-L turns to Hunk, then, a little smile playing on her face as she asks. ]
So... back to the museum?
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[ He answers affirmatively, with a quick grin. Business as usual, right? Nothing to see here! Though they might want to try and make quick time through the rest of this particular exhibit.
And Hunk's just... gonna go ahead and try to hold her hand as they start walking again, too, if she'll let him, threading his fingers through hers. Again, very casual, cool business for casual, cool people. He's just a little touchy-feeling by nature, and especially so when his brain's swimming in oxytocin and the like. ]
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[ Re-L might chalk it up to the feel-good chemicals going on for her as well, but she doesn't nudge Hunk away from holding her hand. Instead, she wraps her fingers back around Hunk's in a gesture of fondness as they proceed back into the exhibit area.
It strikes her rather quickly that they ought to proceed through here with at least some small level of haste, though she does finally observe one thing as they're walking through, though her tone sounds almost annoyed. ]
Hm. The figures mimic you as you walk through.
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Did they see us? Or are they just, like, holding hands?
[ He starts to turn around to look, but honestly? Too scared. He just picks up the pace. ]
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[ Okay Hunk, that gets something like a snort out of amusement from Re-L. They literally just had sex in a closet and now he's shy and tugging her out of here? Forgive her for laughing but it's all a little too amusing to ignore at the moment.
Thankfully she has tame news for him right now. ] Right now they're tame and holding hands.
- Who knows about before. [ And then destroying the calm in that chaotic neutral way she tends to. ]