some nasty librarian shit

[cagedinflesh]

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[gehennawind]

Working under her dress smothers some of the wetter noises his lips make in their movement over her cunt. Her clever follow-up hitches and dies a shivery death. She opens her thighs wide, wider.

Mozart would applaud them, if she remembers her art history. Head tipping back, she stiffens to alertness and scans their box for cameras. Finding none, she's free to hook a knee behind his neck.

[cagedinflesh]

The way he's diving in there seems like he's ready to suffocate himself on pussy. And honestly yes, he would be. It's a good thing they're away from other patrons and surrounded by music too because he doesn't try to hide anything, certainly not any enthusiastic moans.

Especially when he feels her leg move around him. That's the first time he pulls back at all, though still his tongue doesn't stop. It's just enough to manage to see her face, and in doing so flash those reds.

[gehennawind]

He'll have to check those moans, lovely as they are. He may not know about the staff stationed mere meters from their box's curtained entrance, but she can smell them. Intending to reprimand him, her head lifts, hazy and fangs poking down past her upper lip.

His eyes are a shocking switch. She starts, inadvertently thrusting her pelvis hard into his mouth and suffocating him.

[cagedinflesh]

He doesn't mind the sudden suffocation! But the fangs surprise him - are her teeth just long? That's the only thing that makes sense, right? At least they're both surprised.

"Just that enthusiastic, huh?" He grins, flashing his own teeth.

[gehennawind]

Her lips clamp tightly together to muffle an unladylike grunt. Sharp pinpricks let Paloma know who's come out to say hello, and the next time her mouth opens those pointed flashes of white are gone, as if they were never there. His eyes haven't changed, though. They remain violently, greedily red.

"Ssssh!" Paloma thrusts a tad belligerently, constricting her thigh to force him down.

[cagedinflesh]

Hyde bites in retaliation, on the soft flesh of her inner thigh.

"Nobody's gonna hear. We've got a private box for a reason!" But he's still intent on lapping at her clit, despite the momentary distraction. He might be a bad dog, but he's a good dog, you know?

[gehennawind]

She is perhaps less moved by pain than he may assume, yet that little bite is felt more than a punchy would be. That leg jumps, and squeezes near enough to asphyxiate...

"Sssst-- voice down, please!" With a heel planted into the plush carpet and half-strangling him out of any possible escape, Paloma shoves her hips up and out rhythmically in a vigorous riding of Hyde's loud mouth. And his chin. And his nose, and she leaves glistening streaks of arousal over all of it.

[cagedinflesh]

Okay but maybe don't just half strangle? The way he moans and his heart races should work together well in letting her know how much he likes it. The surge of bloodflow is far from simply shortness of breath. He certainly doesn't mind basically being face fucked either. It's new and exciting, it's rare that anyone would actually get him at a disadvantage and not just one that he allows for fun. The public space limits his options.

He hooks his arms around her legs and rolls with it. If he could shove any more of his face against her or into her, he absolutely would.

[gehennawind]

Their joined effort brings Paloma to climax faster than her own fingers have ever managed. The bumps and hard ridges of his face, his doggedly tunneling tongue and the up-down slide of her pussy over everything takes her by storm.

She forgets her strength in the middle of that lightning strike orgasm and cuts his air off completely. She gives a few more jerky thrusts before going still, hanging in perfect aftershock. "Holy God."

[cagedinflesh]

Being a dog, naturally his tongue swirls around his lips and tries to reach further still to clean himself. What he can't reach, he scrubs with the heel of his palm. Once he can pull back, that is. And when he's finished, he grins at her, all teeth. "Better than the music."

[gehennawind]

He missed some spots and probably won't be totally clean until they find a washroom. Paloma laughs, lowly and with more breath than a woman has any right to after coming like a hurricane. The rise and fall of her chest is even, almost practiced.

"Honestly, did you plan this?" She slips her bitten thigh past his cheek.

[cagedinflesh]

"What, eating you out right here and now? Nah. I just felt like it." He grins at her, still sitting on the floor as he leans his chin on her thigh.

[gehennawind]

She wonders what bizarre new drug he's on to transform so drastically, worrying for him underneath the satiated haze.

"Spontaneous... " The length of her nails makes for pleasant scratches through his mussed hair, raking down Hyde's scalp. "We could've been thrown out. Even if it's dark, even if you're good." More than, truthfully.

[cagedinflesh]

"That'd be fine!" He laughs, "This crap is fucking boring."

His grin could stretch on for ever, and those eyes stay fixed on hers.

[gehennawind]

Toreador or no, his disrespect of the art catches her off guard and pulls down her brow in displeasure. Her petting stops accordingly.

"Why take me here if you can't appreciate the music?" Paloma's fingers begin sliding back to herself, more impactful without the wide spread of her thighs before him.

[cagedinflesh]

"That wasn't my choice." Does she really still think it's Jekyll? Well, he supposes he can't blame her. Even if he's acting entirely different, and even with his eyes, what else could it be. "I didn't bring you here. Hell, I didn't bring me here. This shit is so pretentious, it can eat my ass. Just because it's old these people think it makes them cultured and impressive to go listen to it."

[gehennawind]

The change even affects his patterns of speech, on top of lowered inhibitions and-- what is apparently an internal conflict? But man, did he pick the wrong time for a snide outburst. His opinions are fast ruining the mood.

Yep. Gone. Very disappointed in this turnout, her leg drops off of him. "Uh huh. You can leave, if you want."

[cagedinflesh]

"It's fine, you have my attention, even if the show doesn't." So she shouldn't take her legs away??

"Somewhere like this is the best, when anyone could see or hear, but they're totally oblivious... Is that what you had in mind for the park later...?" It's a knowing, shitty smile he flashes.

[gehennawind]

"Nope," she says readily and without compunction or stressing about his ego. Something must be done about how bared and open to him she is, but he's situated between her knees. Paloma keeps half an ear on the Mozart and frowns dejectedly.

"Maybe you should sit in your chair?"

[cagedinflesh]

"What, don't tell me you're put off now!" He laughs, maybe too loud, "I promise I'm even better with my cock."

[gehennawind]

Harder for guests across the way in opposite boxes to see them in the dark, with a brightly lit stage to draw their eye. His laughter turns some heads, and an embarrassed Paloma pretends to be enraptured by the performance. Her fingers dig into her spread thighs.

"I really," she hisses, "really doubt it. Please don't ruin this!"

[cagedinflesh]

"Well, alright then." He says it as if he's done, almost apologetic even, and goes to sit in his seat again.

Except he only wants a moment before opening up his pants and pulling his dick out. Why would he sit there with a hard-on without taking care of it!

[gehennawind]

Paloma bends over to slip her panties back up from her ankles, sits up, and sees the dick in his hands. Her face whips toward the other boxes, to him, back and forth as panic blankets her mind.

"Henry," she screams in a whisper. "Please get down if you're gonna do that!" This first date took a... nightmarish turn. He is not at all the good boy she'd thought.

[cagedinflesh]

He looks over at her, frowning a little, and sticks his feet up on the edge of the box to get more comfortable before continuing.

"Don't call me that. It's Hyde."

[gehennawind]

She looks past the jacking and the feet attached to his long legs, scanning around them for signs of consternation in the stadium.

Next thing Hyde knows they're falling from his chair to hit the carpet, Paloma cushioning his fall with her own body. Her hand claps over his mouth, just in case. "I'll-- help you, but please don't get us banned. Hyde?"