[M] The Deeper you go..

Strelein von Rosnete · 01-01-2011, 09:59 PM

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WARNING This thread contains: graphic sexual content , graphic violence, or extremely offensive material starting with the 1st post. Reader discretion is advised.

Continuation of The Higher You Go

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Rikka bit at his ear and the redhead raised his eyebrow at her, even if she was unlikely to see the gesture. Both brows rocketed up when he felt her roving hand rove rather low. The cocky grin on his face was something comical, considering the level of the state of inebriation he was in. He surpressed a slight chuckle at her hand, though he definitely thought it horribly amusing that she was making these kinds of moves. So she was experienced? That was good. If she had no idea what she were doing, Strel would have been bored out of his mind in a few minutes, having no mind to tolerate inexperience. Well, anymore. He was once very inexperienced. Now that would be the most hilarious lie to tell people. "Yes I'm a virgin" was probably the funniest thing Strel could even say. Really.

Strel was a virgin about as much as Rikka was. Neither were strangers to this and it was laughable to say that they knew little. Laughable. Granted, Strel had slept with mostly men, and once with a woman, but he did not remember it in the least. It had been another drunken chance encounter, and if there were any more, he would be damned to remember. That and it would scar him to the end of his days. He would remember it always, if he did not lose his mind in the process. Maybe was attracted to women, but sober, he was not, not really. He definitely loved men and the way men were. Strong, built, and with a penis. That was pretty much the key factor for him. But women, women had breasts and he just.. did not see the appeal of them.

Sober, that is.

"My, my," he slurred slightly, taking both of his hands to her breasts, squeezing them slightly. "What else do you got to show?" he asked her, nipping down her throat lightly, playing with her nipples, squeezing and pinching them. Giving a little bit of a rougher nip, he slid his hands down her sides, following the contours of her golden hued body as a man ought to have, but only drunken Strel would have ever even considered. Or not. He avoided her warmth, very carefully, knowing exactly what he was doing. It was as though the redhead had a persona that was not him when drunk. What other kinds of shenanigans had he ever gotten up to? What happened in Toronto? Oh who the fuck knew, he was enjoying himself.

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