When Max leans forward to get rid of the pen and paper, Rowan leans back with him, taking their place against his chest. They draw his hands around him again, cuddling into him. "Problem is, I ain't going to stop fucking you if they do decide to stop holding my tech over my head." Rowan laughs. "But they did give me my phone, eventually, and if I need to fuck around even more for my laptop, that ain't the worst.
And he said..." They rub their cheek, as they try to remember. "'Please don't.' As in, please don't rally protests. Which, to be fair, I ain't. How about you and yours?"
The eager hitch of his hips might be all the answer she needs. But he adds a little purr of appreciation too. That feels very nice.
He answer it by catching her nipples between his thumb and forefingers and starting to pinch lightly.
His grip, however, is starting to falter the longer she kisses his neck. Until he's having trouble coordinating his hands and has to opt for just holding onto her as his head tips back, exposing more of his throat to her sweet torment.
"Oooh," he whines, "Chell, mmm!" His cock gives a mighty throb in her hand and his hips thrust forward involuntarily. "Oh, fuck."
Fuck that's hot. Chell can feel an answering throb between her legs, just hearing the noises makes, and the way he's losing coordination.
With some effort herself, she stills her hand on his cock and pulls back so she can sign with both hands.
More? she signs, and then makes a handjob gesture. Or -- she holds up her thumb and forefinger in a circle and inserts her other finger in and out rapidly.
"Yeah," Max snuggles into them, "that's not a boycott I can condone. I'd miss you too much. And I might get carpal tunnel." He gives a self-deprecating laugh. Without Rowan around, he might break his hand off trying to replace the satisfaction they give him. Can't have that.
"Heh. Well, at least he knew what he might be getting into. So, he can't say he's surprised."
Max sighs against their shoulder. "It was Queen Mab. Mostly she smirked at me and said she was happy to have me here. But she also warned that there were dangerous things in the forest. Things that might try to eat me. That's why I've stayed the hell out of there. I've had enough of that, thanks."
Bringing one of Max's hands up to their lips, Rowan kisses it with a small chuckle of their own. "Nah, you'd still have Lucas to take care of you. But I'd never be able to hold back."
They snort, tilting their head. "I spend a fair amount of time in the woods, and I wouldn't mind eating you up." They comment, playfully, glancing back at him over their shoulder again. "'s probably for the best though. Aside from all the weird arse flowers in there, there's plenty of other dangers too. Unless you want a wolf bodyguard or three."
Shifting their shoulders, they turn a little more, struggling to kiss Max. "Love, if we ain't going to go for another round, I think I'm going to shift so I can see you proper. It's nice to keep contact and all, but I'd like to be able to kiss you too."
His eyebrows go up and his mouth tugs into a sly sideways smile when she makes that second motion. She can probably already tell which one he wants. But he'll say it anyway.
"Oh, I really wanna fuck you, Chell. Do I need to get a condom first, or you good without?"
To the condom question, she shrugs and shakes her head. Prophylactics are a purely academic concept to her.
Now, as to positioning ... she steals a kiss from him, then puts her hands on his shoulders and gives him a gentle push, to encourage him to lie back. He remembers she likes riding, right?
"True, but then he'd get sore too from dating double duty." You're irreplaceable Rowan, just admit it.
"You're the one thing out there I wouldn't mind letting eat me." The idea of a wolf bodyguard does get him thinking. Hm. That could work.
"Maybe I will give the pack a call whenever I get curious enough. I promised I'd take Lucas out to the ruins sometime too. That might be a good time for some back-up."
He laughs and nods his head. "I think I want you to turn around even if we do go for another. If we do this again, I want you to face me right from the start. God knows it didn't help me slow down any."
With a little sigh of relief, Rowan finally dismounts from Max and leans over to give him a well deserved kiss, sweet and tender. "Next time we want to stay in a position for a while, lets not do it from behind." They agree. Then they peck his cheek and pull away for long enough to find their underwear and pull them on at least, so they don't make a mess of Max' nice trousers, before reclaiming his lap.
Smiling at him, they snuggle back into him. "And yeah, anytime you want an escort, call me, okay? Or one of the other two." Keeping him safe was the whole reason to claim him as mate, after all.
"And now that your blood's back in your head, lets do some more planning." They declare with another kiss, leading Max back into firmer plans about what they might do with their birthday boy, and arranging a time to meet for shopping.
Under different conditions, a shrug might have prompted Max to ask some follow-ups. But considering where they are, they don't really seem necessary. And Max is happy enough to go without.
He grins and falls back for her with only the slightest of pushes. Hell, yes, he remembers. And he was really hoping for this.
The short answer to the long story would be "Chell cannot remember ever being in a situation where she had to worry about STIs or pregnancy," so. Probably easiest to move on.
She grins down at him as she throws a leg over to straddle his stomach, and strikes a strongman pose, flexing a bicep. The business card did say he liked getting held down by strong people, right? He definitely outweighs her, but they can pretend.
I like pushing you around, she signs, using the sign for control, and pushing him on the chest for punctuation. You seem fun to bully.
Even if he doesn't know the signs, the smirk on her face speaks volumes. So does the way she shifts position and reaches between her legs, to guide his cock to her entrance and slowly start to sink down.
"Duly noted." Oh, there's so going to be a next time. He'll make sure.
But that answer goes for their second point too. If he does ever decide to venture into the forest, he will call them. He won't go alone. He nods his head with a solemn look, good as a promise.
"Heh. Okay. Yeah, let's get the rest of it down on paper. So I don't forget later when I'm too distracted."
They both know that is only a matter of time. But for now, he's happy to keep making those plans. They're going to have so much fun. Lucas will never know what hit him. Max can't wait.
[The cuffs are soft but secure around his wrists. He tugs on the chain - they definitely aren't coming off. He feels a pulse of anxiety and the thought enters his head that this could all be a joke, Max making fun of him.]
It feels... um, tight. You're, ah, not going to leave me here like this, are you?
[He doesn't really believe Max would. His mind just seems to pick up on the worst ideas and run with them.}
As nonchalant as she was when she first saw the size of him, it's a little different to actually get intimate with his dick like this. Chell braces her hands on his chest, biting her lip, and rocks her hips until she finally settles down fully.
Taking a second to breathe, she leans down to kiss Max, her eyes dark but sparkling. Thumbs up still?
[ Almost immediately after the incident with Quentin, Astarion swallows both fear and proud, finds his tome and pens a brief message to Max in formal, flowing script. ]
I was wrong. I need your help, if the offer stands.
[Max is gathering up a few things and then is immediately on his way to Winter wing. His handwriting will be a lot less precise on the following replies because he's walking and writing.]
He's taking a moment to breathe too, because she is amazingly tight around him. Every little move causes the most delicious friction. He might get worked up a little too quickly.
Once she breaks away from that kiss, he flashes a thumbs up. And then he signs more very enthusiastically.
After that, his hands settle on her hips, to hold them while she rides, and to give her a little extra assistance if she needs it.
That little moment of stillness is nice; it feels good just to be close for a second.
And it feels great to see that enthusiastic more. Smiling, Chell signs back Yes! and gets to work. Slow at first, pulling her hips back and then pushing down, and speeding up when she gets comfortable.
Fuck that's good. Her head drops forward, her hair falling around her face and her mouth open to take pleased, panting breaths. There's a particular shudder in her breathing sometimes, a silent version of a groan.
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Date: 2020-11-23 03:33 pm (UTC)And he said..." They rub their cheek, as they try to remember. "'Please don't.' As in, please don't rally protests. Which, to be fair, I ain't. How about you and yours?"
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Date: 2020-11-24 08:09 pm (UTC)He answer it by catching her nipples between his thumb and forefingers and starting to pinch lightly.
His grip, however, is starting to falter the longer she kisses his neck. Until he's having trouble coordinating his hands and has to opt for just holding onto her as his head tips back, exposing more of his throat to her sweet torment.
"Oooh," he whines, "Chell, mmm!" His cock gives a mighty throb in her hand and his hips thrust forward involuntarily. "Oh, fuck."
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Date: 2020-11-24 08:24 pm (UTC)With some effort herself, she stills her hand on his cock and pulls back so she can sign with both hands.
More? she signs, and then makes a handjob gesture. Or -- she holds up her thumb and forefinger in a circle and inserts her other finger in and out rapidly.
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Date: 2020-11-25 02:47 am (UTC)"Heh. Well, at least he knew what he might be getting into. So, he can't say he's surprised."
Max sighs against their shoulder. "It was Queen Mab. Mostly she smirked at me and said she was happy to have me here. But she also warned that there were dangerous things in the forest. Things that might try to eat me. That's why I've stayed the hell out of there. I've had enough of that, thanks."
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Date: 2020-11-25 05:45 pm (UTC)They snort, tilting their head. "I spend a fair amount of time in the woods, and I wouldn't mind eating you up." They comment, playfully, glancing back at him over their shoulder again. "'s probably for the best though. Aside from all the weird arse flowers in there, there's plenty of other dangers too. Unless you want a wolf bodyguard or three."
Shifting their shoulders, they turn a little more, struggling to kiss Max. "Love, if we ain't going to go for another round, I think I'm going to shift so I can see you proper. It's nice to keep contact and all, but I'd like to be able to kiss you too."
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Date: 2020-11-25 11:01 pm (UTC)"Oh, I really wanna fuck you, Chell. Do I need to get a condom first, or you good without?"
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Date: 2020-11-26 12:54 am (UTC)Now, as to positioning ... she steals a kiss from him, then puts her hands on his shoulders and gives him a gentle push, to encourage him to lie back. He remembers she likes riding, right?
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Date: 2020-11-26 04:46 am (UTC)"You're the one thing out there I wouldn't mind letting eat me." The idea of a wolf bodyguard does get him thinking. Hm. That could work.
"Maybe I will give the pack a call whenever I get curious enough. I promised I'd take Lucas out to the ruins sometime too. That might be a good time for some back-up."
He laughs and nods his head. "I think I want you to turn around even if we do go for another. If we do this again, I want you to face me right from the start. God knows it didn't help me slow down any."
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Date: 2020-11-26 08:49 pm (UTC)Smiling at him, they snuggle back into him. "And yeah, anytime you want an escort, call me, okay? Or one of the other two." Keeping him safe was the whole reason to claim him as mate, after all.
"And now that your blood's back in your head, lets do some more planning." They declare with another kiss, leading Max back into firmer plans about what they might do with their birthday boy, and arranging a time to meet for shopping.
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Date: 2020-11-28 04:28 am (UTC)He grins and falls back for her with only the slightest of pushes. Hell, yes, he remembers. And he was really hoping for this.
"I like when you push me around."
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Date: 2020-11-28 05:02 am (UTC)She grins down at him as she throws a leg over to straddle his stomach, and strikes a strongman pose, flexing a bicep. The business card did say he liked getting held down by strong people, right? He definitely outweighs her, but they can pretend.
I like pushing you around, she signs, using the sign for control, and pushing him on the chest for punctuation. You seem fun to bully.
Even if he doesn't know the signs, the smirk on her face speaks volumes. So does the way she shifts position and reaches between her legs, to guide his cock to her entrance and slowly start to sink down.
And done, this time for real!
Date: 2020-11-28 07:05 pm (UTC)But that answer goes for their second point too. If he does ever decide to venture into the forest, he will call them. He won't go alone. He nods his head with a solemn look, good as a promise.
"Heh. Okay. Yeah, let's get the rest of it down on paper. So I don't forget later when I'm too distracted."
They both know that is only a matter of time. But for now, he's happy to keep making those plans. They're going to have so much fun. Lucas will never know what hit him. Max can't wait.
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Date: 2020-11-29 03:55 am (UTC)It feels... um, tight. You're, ah, not going to leave me here like this, are you?
[He doesn't really believe Max would. His mind just seems to pick up on the worst ideas and run with them.}
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Date: 2020-11-29 04:10 am (UTC)"I have no idea what you just said, but you looked hot saying it?"
It's not going to matter what she says to him in a minute because the blood is all rushing away from his brain as she slowly sinks down over his cock.
"OoOoh! Fuck yesss," he hisses.
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Date: 2020-11-29 06:20 am (UTC)Taking a second to breathe, she leans down to kiss Max, her eyes dark but sparkling. Thumbs up still?
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Date: 2020-11-30 12:38 am (UTC)No. I would never do that. And if anyone ever does, I'd really like you to tell me or someone about it.
See, this is why I told you to remember Red Light. If you want out, that's all you need to say.
But as long as you're still enjoying it... you have nothing to worry about.
[Max lets his hands trail down Whyborne's chest slowly, tracing a line down to his belly and then back up again.]
I want you to have a good time.
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Date: 2020-11-30 01:04 am (UTC)I was wrong. I need your help, if the offer stands.
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Date: 2020-11-30 01:09 am (UTC)It does.
Where are you? Did something happen?
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Date: 2020-11-30 01:16 am (UTC)I was hunting, unsuccessfully. A young man happened across my path. [ There are ink dots, lines, and hesitation marks, before he finally confesses-- ]
I managed not to kill him, but I took too much. Hurt him more than was necessary.
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Date: 2020-11-30 03:42 am (UTC)Who was it?
[Max is gathering up a few things and then is immediately on his way to Winter wing. His handwriting will be a lot less precise on the following replies because he's walking and writing.]
Did you get him to a healer?
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Date: 2020-11-30 09:34 pm (UTC)Once she breaks away from that kiss, he flashes a thumbs up. And then he signs more very enthusiastically.
After that, his hands settle on her hips, to hold them while she rides, and to give her a little extra assistance if she needs it.
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Date: 2020-12-02 12:50 am (UTC)And it feels great to see that enthusiastic more. Smiling, Chell signs back Yes! and gets to work. Slow at first, pulling her hips back and then pushing down, and speeding up when she gets comfortable.
Fuck that's good. Her head drops forward, her hair falling around her face and her mouth open to take pleased, panting breaths. There's a particular shudder in her breathing sometimes, a silent version of a groan.
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Date: 2020-12-02 02:23 am (UTC)Yes. I was too afraid to stay, but he was conscious, talking. He should be fine.
Right? He should be fine?
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Date: 2020-12-02 02:30 am (UTC)Fuck.
[Followed by more.]
I know him. I... shit. Man, that really depends on how much you drank. How much did you drink?
[Wait. If he was talking when they got to the healer chances are it's fine. God, he really hopes so. Jesus.
Belatedly, he realizes maybe he should say something a little more comforting to keep Astarion from panicking more.]
No. I'm sure he'll be fine. If he was talking and awake. That's a good sign.
I'm almost there, I don't know which door is yours?
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Date: 2020-12-03 12:29 am (UTC)[ His own handwriting is a bit frantic, pen pressed harder into the parchment than is strictly necessary. ]
5th door past the baths. Western side.