some nasty librarian shit

[cagedinflesh]

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[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?"

[cagedinflesh]

"Will you? It's hard to say no to that..." He grins again, picking himself up enough to rub his bare dick on her thigh.

"I'll be so good, an absolute angel."

[gehennawind]

He took less convincing than he ought to have, she thinks. Privately. Given the agility and suddenness with which he found himself taken down...

"Right. Good. Okay." She scoots out from under him and his questing erection, fixing her hair and lifting onto the seat of her chair. "I'm gonna act like nothing's wrong, and you're gonna lie back in front of me."

[cagedinflesh]

"Oh?" It sounds interesting and different, he likes that more than a little. So of course he does as he's told, but not before pulling his pants down and off to sit bare assed on the carpet.

[gehennawind]

The "Hyde" persona can be obedient if it suits him. Lucky her, stumbling onto another thing to make him curious and willing. It's a preferable outcome that doesn't involve someone catching him masturbating in a private box.

First, she ensures that she is all in order. Breasts firmly in the top, hair styled and neat, lipstick un-smeared-- aaand his pants are off. Paloma stares down his unfortunately impressive cock, and takes one stockinged foot out of its shoe.

"Can you keep quiet? For me?" With the train back on track, her voice is warmer, raspier.

[cagedinflesh]

To prove just how good he can be, he nods without uttering a word or noise. Sitting back, he watches her foot with eager anticipation. But he can't necessarily sit still with that wait, he's impatient.

[gehennawind]

The theatre is dark and resonant with notes of Mozart. Nobody in here with Paloma and the horny bastard on the floor have a clue what's happening above, or across from them. They don't know, they can't see, can't watch.

More's the pity if they would enjoy the sight. Gnawing her lip, she presses his dick between her toes and his navel. No pulse of blood goes undetected. God. She's starving.

[cagedinflesh]

He moans almost immediately, lifting his hips to build more pressure. She could leave her shoe in, as far as he's concerned... Just a bit of heel. Fuckin step on him. Although the stocking feels nice.

"Fuck yes..." At least it's just a mumble!

[gehennawind]

One shoe's still on, boyo.

The blood magic hasn't been dispersed in their brief conflict, and she experiences desire in the same physical way as him. Her cheeks even feel hot, whether that's part of the facade or her two combined hungers.

(These are no cheap, scratchy stockings to chafe on his cock; some other lover left her with these. Given how they match her underwear, two guesses as to which one.)

Her foot crushes him just shy of causing damage in a daring experiment with pressure. "Good boy, stay down."

[cagedinflesh]

It might be on the edge of danger, but that's exactly what turns him on about it. If she's going to go ahead and step on him hard, he doesn't need to push back, so he pulls back to show he won't jump up. The way he looks at her says he's hanging on every word, or movement as the case may be. Absolutely enraptured.