[ It sure does, doesn't it? She's enjoying this a lot more than when they were in the Wilde. It's nicer, knowing that they both want this for real, and she's happy to kiss him back. It's nice that, like this, the skirt of her dress is...covering all the appropriate bits for this, too.
She moans into the kiss. It's stifled, but it's needy and she wants more of him. She decides to pick up the pace and moves faster, harder on top of him. ]
( it's a very conveniently cut dress, short enough in the front to make everything easy without having to get fully undressed, but long enough in the back to look elegant. Steak would almost wonder if this isn't why such fashion cuts exist, but Steak knows nothing about fashion (a fact which is all too obvious if you look at his usual choice in "armour").
gods, he loves that noise she makes, breaking the kiss only to gasp in a breath and tug at her lip with his teeth while his hand slides away from her head and finds the curve of her breast once more, squeezing it before his finger skirts around the edges of her nipple, teasing her as she moves, as each shift of her hips is rewarded with soft, low moans from him. )
[ The way he touches her is perfect, even if it's teasing, and Sylvia's lips crash into his again. She moans, hungry for more, and the way her hips thrust down onto him is clear indication of that, too. She's definitely picking up the pace now, more and more with every second that passes...
It's getting to be too much to bear. She lets out a stifled moan into the kiss before she pulls away, just slightly, and growls: ]
Close, Steak --
[ God. God. She's so desperate for release, and it shows in the way she moves, in how she kisses him again with so much heat and passion. ]
( her movements earn gasps, moans, a breathless swear which gets lost in Sylvia's mouth. everything tips closer with every rock of her hips, his own grinding up to meet hers, desperately seeking that final something which will get him there.
but most important of all is getting her there, to that peak she's asking for. his touches aren't so teasing, his thumb and forefinger pinching her nipple, tweaking it more firmly as his teeth grip her lower lip and tug. )
[ That's more than enough to tip her over the edge. Sylvia hits her climax with a gasp and arches her back; she comes hard, because there's something arousing about doing this at a party and being on top. She's finding that she really likes sex with Steak, too. It's nice and he makes her feel pretty special.
After she's done riding it out (and making sure he finishes, too) she leans in for one more kiss. ]
( he comes soon after her, in a gasping, shuddering motion, head pressed against her shoulder. this... he never really understood what made humans - and many food souls - so feral for this particular activity. even after the pollen subsided, he could have wrote it off as a hiccup, a result of that particular plant, but--
well. damn. accepting her invitation wasn't a bad decision at all. it'sas though all the tension in his body has seeped out of him, and the only thing that matters for now is the two of them. not the party, not the souls inside it, but just this space in the garden and nothing more. )
[ She grins at him, though, while she rolls off of him and pulls her dress up. She sits on the grass, legs off to the side and makes an attempt to smooth out her hair. ]
So...what did you think? Just as good as the Wilde?
[ She really would. Asking Steak for this was a really good idea, and she starts to get ready to rise to her feet -- then, the shoulder clap.
She can't help but giggle a little. Normally this sort of thing would result in...some kind of romantic gesture, but their relationship is anything but that, so it seems pretty fitting to have a brosis moment anyway.
She holds out her hand for...a fistbump....... ]
You can call me anytime for this, okay? I wasn't sure how this was gonna go, but it went waaaaaay better than I thought it would.
( look, there's no rules that say they can't fistbump after an orgasm or two, and even if there were, no one has told them to Steak so he's just going to roll with it, bumping their fists together with a laugh. )
Of course. ( ugh, he supposes he should stand up. it's surprising, just how intense this is, physically. Food Souls may not technically need to eat, but he can understand why someone would reach for snacks after this.
or bed. though perhaps that's just the hour of the night getting to him. ) You can also call me if you ever need help with anything.
( whether that's in fighting off something, lifting heavy things, or anything else. just give him a ring and he'll do what he can. )
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Date: 2020-12-02 11:24 pm (UTC)She moans into the kiss. It's stifled, but it's needy and she wants more of him. She decides to pick up the pace and moves faster, harder on top of him. ]
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Date: 2020-12-12 06:07 pm (UTC)gods, he loves that noise she makes, breaking the kiss only to gasp in a breath and tug at her lip with his teeth while his hand slides away from her head and finds the curve of her breast once more, squeezing it before his finger skirts around the edges of her nipple, teasing her as she moves, as each shift of her hips is rewarded with soft, low moans from him. )
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Date: 2020-12-16 12:25 am (UTC)It's getting to be too much to bear. She lets out a stifled moan into the kiss before she pulls away, just slightly, and growls: ]
Close, Steak --
[ God. God. She's so desperate for release, and it shows in the way she moves, in how she kisses him again with so much heat and passion. ]
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Date: 2020-12-16 12:32 am (UTC)but most important of all is getting her there, to that peak she's asking for. his touches aren't so teasing, his thumb and forefinger pinching her nipple, tweaking it more firmly as his teeth grip her lower lip and tug. )
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Date: 2020-12-16 12:35 am (UTC)After she's done riding it out (and making sure he finishes, too) she leans in for one more kiss. ]
Hah...geez, Steak...
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Date: 2020-12-16 12:44 am (UTC)well. damn. accepting her invitation wasn't a bad decision at all. it'sas though all the tension in his body has seeped out of him, and the only thing that matters for now is the two of them. not the party, not the souls inside it, but just this space in the garden and nothing more. )
What did I do?
( he knows what he did, let's be honest. )
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Date: 2020-12-16 12:46 am (UTC)[ She grins at him, though, while she rolls off of him and pulls her dress up. She sits on the grass, legs off to the side and makes an attempt to smooth out her hair. ]
So...what did you think? Just as good as the Wilde?
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Date: 2020-12-16 12:50 am (UTC)as she moves away from him, he takes a moment to zip himself back up and smooths out his clothes before running a hand through his hair. )
... Better. ( it was nicer, not having his mind clouded by the pollen. just having fun for the sake of having fun.
Steak yawns, stretching before he reaches a hand out and... claps her on the shoulder. good show, brosis. )
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Date: 2020-12-16 01:01 am (UTC)[ She really would. Asking Steak for this was a really good idea, and she starts to get ready to rise to her feet -- then, the shoulder clap.
She can't help but giggle a little. Normally this sort of thing would result in...some kind of romantic gesture, but their relationship is anything but that, so it seems pretty fitting to have a brosis moment anyway.
She holds out her hand for...a fistbump....... ]
You can call me anytime for this, okay? I wasn't sure how this was gonna go, but it went waaaaaay better than I thought it would.
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Date: 2020-12-20 02:39 pm (UTC)Of course. ( ugh, he supposes he should stand up. it's surprising, just how intense this is, physically. Food Souls may not technically need to eat, but he can understand why someone would reach for snacks after this.
or bed. though perhaps that's just the hour of the night getting to him. ) You can also call me if you ever need help with anything.
( whether that's in fighting off something, lifting heavy things, or anything else. just give him a ring and he'll do what he can. )