some nasty librarian shit

[cagedinflesh]

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[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.

[gehennawind]

She feels the muscle twitch and breathes out in exultation.

Aches and heat centered in her belly force her to rethink depriving him of another pie slice, in accordance with their back-and-forth about how much is too much, too soon. She could fill that emptiness with him--

No, this is fine as is. Paloma squeezes his cock between her big toe and the rest, flattening him out with the use of her entire sole. Release. Step. Crush. Lift. And she smiles, little and secretive and confusingly innocent.

[cagedinflesh]

His hand travels up her leg to feel the silk stocking, and her warmth, while he gazes at her, half lidded. When finally he comes he has to grind his teeth to keep quiet, and immediately takes up her foot to lick it clean before being asked.

There might be a little on the carpet but whatever they won't notice.

[gehennawind]

Perks of not being ticklish anymore: Paloma gets to sit and let him lick his own mess away without squirming free. All the sensitivity, none of the kicking.

"You listened," she whispers. The foot still in its shoe taps over his stomach, where flecks of come dot the fabric. Her heel deftly picks up a few.

[cagedinflesh]

"Yeah, I'm a good boy." Except that look on his face says he's a nasty boy. The way he really gets in there to clean, too. Or that bite that he gives her toes when he's done.

[gehennawind]

Paloma tuts and flicks his nose with those toes he's been salivating over, making her question whether to hide her stockings in the clutch now that one is damp (and smells like semen).

Her instep drags down the side of his lovely throat. "Suits you," she tells him huskily.

[cagedinflesh]

"You think? I'd rather be bad." Bad dogs get attention, even if it's negative attention.

Once he pulls his pants back up, he slinks into his chair, not bothering to be anything but disheveled.

[gehennawind]

Affords them a chance to calm down. Paloma needs time to squelch her appetite in every aspect. Closing her eyes to experience only the orchestra's practiced notes anchors her to the present, where Jekyll has the whole of his blood and she doesn't open him. Doesn't open her cunt to him and damn the music.

"What're you on?" Her voice is too casual.

[cagedinflesh]

"Hm?" He looks over at her, having actually been paying attention to the music, more or less. He does like that it's decadent at least.

It hasn't really occured to him to explain what's going on. And even when she asks, it still doesn't.

[gehennawind]

The telltale red says she's still dealing with Jekyll's odd outburst-prone body snatcher. Hyde, he calls himself. Hello, Hyde.

God. What on earth?

She licks her lips. "What are you taking?"

[cagedinflesh]

"Nothing right now, you got anything?" He laughs, pulling himself up from the slouch he had going in his chair.

"This is just the way I am, is that so surprising?" She hasn't even seen anything yet, geez.