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[8nin]

Picture this: window open + pouring rain + slow, passionate, and raw sex with you

[green-x-reaper]

[special-delivery-in-blue]

The skintight black mesh Tom usually wears under his clothes adds protection. Think of it built like the uniform motorbike racers use.

[glass-seven]

He also attempts to keep it on even in intimate moments. Something something taking it off him is like physically removing the shell he hides himself in.

[special-delivery-in-blue]

Love Traits

Tom has decided to reserve any comments or thoughts about the verdict. Which is the corpo way of saying yes, this was, for the most part, true.

(He does genuinely care too much to the point of seeing to a partner's needs over his own. He obviously likes good looks as much as everyone else, and honesty is ironic since he himself is trained to lie. Surprisingly, loyalty IS something he tends to overlook, along red flags, which was what killed his last relationship. And the fact that they might not be as romantic as he is.)

[glass-seven]

Yes, that includes the Horny trait. Though more so in the meaning that he is very sexually repressed due to him constantly ignoring those needs. Side effect of constantly keeping his intimate self behind a shell.

Having a feral side to him that he also puts down does not help either. Tom starts out gentle and remains so, but when the order is given, he becomes the titled sugar powered love machine.

[zesty-alt]

Post of all time to me

[glass-seven]

cont from here @tyrannicalshiv

The uninvited man in the room politely accepted the offer. Tom was not the kind to like alcohol, but he was willing to indulge on special occasions. The ferret laid on the desk also perked up in interest. Luckily, both men already knew how horrible of an idea it was to give Sir Stinky Longcat alcohol. At least the ferret had a taste for the expensive.

Jack was correct in not needing to feel intimidated by whoever it is that is paying Tom to be here. They have not done anything of importance with him before. Keeping the 'order of things' and all that. Which usually meant just letting him do whatever he wanted.

A gloved hand holds the glass, now that Tom was done doing his best impression of an office lamp and was now sat at the other side of the desk. "Espionage, mostly. But I do still oversee deliveries. Keeps me active."

[tyrannicalshiv]

"Removing evidence, huh?" You asked, chuckling. "Ya mean lickin' yer jizz off'a my cheek or hidin' bodies?"

You were in private, there was no need for Tom to be all... Subtle. You knew it was a strong habit thanks to all his training, but you like to break him out of it when you're alone with him.

[glass-seven]

"Both." The cat man responds, directly for once, confirming his fondness of taking care of pent up stress with the retired crime lord. And the disposal of bodies with him. Tom was definitively in need of more hobbies.

One ear periscopes towards a different direction, away from Jack. Heard something from the streets outside. Then returns to focus on the dersite that owned this office. It was nothing of importance, but did show that Tom was seemingly unable to not be constantly aware of his surroundings.

[tyrannicalshiv]

"So tell me Tom," you say, setting your glass down and tapping a claw against it with a gently tnk-tnk-tnk. "Did ya really come here just because I set off some kinda extra-dimensional alarm just steppin' inta my office an' you wanted to have a finger in the pie a' my next criminal enterprise, or did ya come here because ya wanted ta get bent over this desk an' railed by yer favorite criminal cock?"

[glass-seven]

"I was sent here with the explicit purpose of surveillance in the case of your return to the business. But I would be lying if I did not admit I was also intending to simply talk to you again." Tail behind him swishes. And a singular, low purr could be heard.

"I must also admit that I do find the offer alluring. And I would not be opposed to ensuring the structural integrity of the desk." With that, he confirms it. Tom is indeed still not immune to the dersite's plump shape and, tool of preference.

[forest-prince-nsft]

What if we got really drunk and made out and fucked all sloppy and desperate and needy 😵‍💫

[pvtaaaa]

i’m fixing him [wet squelching noises]

[glass-seven]

cont from here @tyrannicalshiv

The uninvited man in the room politely accepted the offer. Tom was not the kind to like alcohol, but he was willing to indulge on special occasions. The ferret laid on the desk also perked up in interest. Luckily, both men already knew how horrible of an idea it was to give Sir Stinky Longcat alcohol. At least the ferret had a taste for the expensive.

Jack was correct in not needing to feel intimidated by whoever it is that is paying Tom to be here. They have not done anything of importance with him before. Keeping the 'order of things' and all that. Which usually meant just letting him do whatever he wanted.

A gloved hand holds the glass, now that Tom was done doing his best impression of an office lamp and was now sat at the other side of the desk. "Espionage, mostly. But I do still oversee deliveries. Keeps me active."

[tyrannicalshiv]

"Removing evidence, huh?" You asked, chuckling. "Ya mean lickin' yer jizz off'a my cheek or hidin' bodies?"

You were in private, there was no need for Tom to be all... Subtle. You knew it was a strong habit thanks to all his training, but you like to break him out of it when you're alone with him.

[glass-seven]

"Both." The cat man responds, directly for once, confirming his fondness of taking care of pent up stress with the retired crime lord. And the disposal of bodies with him. Tom was definitively in need of more hobbies.

One ear periscopes towards a different direction, away from Jack. Heard something from the streets outside. Then returns to focus on the dersite that owned this office. It was nothing of importance, but did show that Tom was seemingly unable to not be constantly aware of his surroundings.

[glass-seven]

cont from here @tyrannicalshiv

The uninvited man in the room politely accepted the offer. Tom was not the kind to like alcohol, but he was willing to indulge on special occasions. The ferret laid on the desk also perked up in interest. Luckily, both men already knew how horrible of an idea it was to give Sir Stinky Longcat alcohol. At least the ferret had a taste for the expensive.

Jack was correct in not needing to feel intimidated by whoever it is that is paying Tom to be here. They have not done anything of importance with him before. Keeping the 'order of things' and all that. Which usually meant just letting him do whatever he wanted.

A gloved hand holds the glass, now that Tom was done doing his best impression of an office lamp and was now sat at the other side of the desk. "Espionage, mostly. But I do still oversee deliveries. Keeps me active."

[tyrannicalshiv]

"An' what are ya espionage-in' in my old office?" you ask, reclining in your chair and making sure both your glass and the bottle were away from the ferret.

"I only came back fer nostalgia," you explain, eyeing Tom's cat ears. He didn't usually have those, as far as you recalled. Huh. "Not like I was plannin' on startin' anythin' up again."

[glass-seven]

The ferret goes back to laying down flat on the desk. But still staring at Jack, almost as if attempting to mind control him into giving him a glass.

"We are simply wanting to ensure that is the case." Tom replies while the ferret receives petting from Tom's gloved hand.

"And of course be aware of the case in which you do decide to start investing again." Said cat ears were aimed at Jack, all attention on him. Black and white, like a tuxedo cat. This also included a tail with the same fur colors. It stood behind Tom in the friendly position. Raised and curled like a question mark. Even if the cat man had barely any facial expression, his other traits easily told on him.

[tyrannicalshiv]

You made eye-contact with the ferret. And then put the bottle back in its drawer. No booze for him.

"If I do start 'investin' it won't be in the same markets," you answer, sipping your glass and watching the Cat Man again. "I don't have the connections I used to, can't pull together that kind of network again. I'll let ya know if anythin' comes along, but right now? I'm just in here to feel nostalgic over a Rolodex and drink scotch."

[glass-seven]

The ferret looks away from Jack once the booze is hidden from him, continuing to lie flat on the desk and be scritched by the cat man. Foiled again.

"It is nice to remain well informed. Nowadays it is what I am tasked to do. Collect information." Then Tom took a sip of his own borrowed glass. Sir Stinky Longcat slowly falling asleep as the two men continue to chat. "It is always worth remembering the past. Obviously as long as they are good memories. Luckily, this office has witnessed plenty of good ones." Tom's feline traits remain friendly, with tail swishing a little. It doesn't take much to figure out he meant the discussions that have taken place at the desk. And on the desk.

[tyrannicalshiv]

You think about the things this office has witnessed. The drugs, the booze, the murders, the violence, the casual disregard for the innate dignity of a sapient being.

And the sloppy, nasty, disgusting amounts of sex.

You've had to replace and upgrade this desk so many times just because you kept fucking on and against it until it broke.

Your eyes focus on Tom, remembering the many times you had him on the desk. And he had you. And also his clone/sister, Tammy.

Truly, for being an agent of a shadowy multidimensional organization, Tom was usually just. A guy. And for you, specifically, a very horny guy.

"An' how often do ya remember the things that went on in this office, huh?" you ask with a knowing smirk, taking a sip of your scotch.

[glass-seven]

Out of the two clones, Tammy was the one with the lack of shame and the easy to disregard professionalism. Total opposite to the cat man sitting on the other side of the dusty desk. But Jack was one of the few individuals to find out Tammy did take her willingness to indulge from Tom. The agent of order turned out to be, extremely, sexually repressed. Unlike Tammy, Tom never took no care to those needs.

All it took was intimate tension in the room, some teasing, and Jack's word for confidentiality. So when both had the privilege of time to waste, all that pent up lust went on and in the now retired crime lord. A sentient industrial grade fuck machine that may or may not have contributed to said replacements of this desk.

"Every so often. When I am tasked to be in the area. Remembering the simplier times of meeting here and removing evidence from our dealings." Tom continued with his specific way of speaking. Very, clean. Corporate. Constantly avoiding outside ears from picking up what is intended to be understood. At least in private Tom was capable of being very, very direct.

[glass-seven]

cont from here @tyrannicalshiv

The uninvited man in the room politely accepted the offer. Tom was not the kind to like alcohol, but he was willing to indulge on special occasions. The ferret laid on the desk also perked up in interest. Luckily, both men already knew how horrible of an idea it was to give Sir Stinky Longcat alcohol. At least the ferret had a taste for the expensive.

Jack was correct in not needing to feel intimidated by whoever it is that is paying Tom to be here. They have not done anything of importance with him before. Keeping the 'order of things' and all that. Which usually meant just letting him do whatever he wanted.

A gloved hand holds the glass, now that Tom was done doing his best impression of an office lamp and was now sat at the other side of the desk. "Espionage, mostly. But I do still oversee deliveries. Keeps me active."

[tyrannicalshiv]

"An' what are ya espionage-in' in my old office?" you ask, reclining in your chair and making sure both your glass and the bottle were away from the ferret.

"I only came back fer nostalgia," you explain, eyeing Tom's cat ears. He didn't usually have those, as far as you recalled. Huh. "Not like I was plannin' on startin' anythin' up again."

[glass-seven]

The ferret goes back to laying down flat on the desk. But still staring at Jack, almost as if attempting to mind control him into giving him a glass.

"We are simply wanting to ensure that is the case." Tom replies while the ferret receives petting from Tom's gloved hand.

"And of course be aware of the case in which you do decide to start investing again." Said cat ears were aimed at Jack, all attention on him. Black and white, like a tuxedo cat. This also included a tail with the same fur colors. It stood behind Tom in the friendly position. Raised and curled like a question mark. Even if the cat man had barely any facial expression, his other traits easily told on him.

[tyrannicalshiv]

You made eye-contact with the ferret. And then put the bottle back in its drawer. No booze for him.

"If I do start 'investin' it won't be in the same markets," you answer, sipping your glass and watching the Cat Man again. "I don't have the connections I used to, can't pull together that kind of network again. I'll let ya know if anythin' comes along, but right now? I'm just in here to feel nostalgic over a Rolodex and drink scotch."

[glass-seven]

The ferret looks away from Jack once the booze is hidden from him, continuing to lie flat on the desk and be scritched by the cat man. Foiled again.

"It is nice to remain well informed. Nowadays it is what I am tasked to do. Collect information." Then Tom took a sip of his own borrowed glass. Sir Stinky Longcat slowly falling asleep as the two men continue to chat. "It is always worth remembering the past. Obviously as long as they are good memories. Luckily, this office has witnessed plenty of good ones." Tom's feline traits remain friendly, with tail swishing a little. It doesn't take much to figure out he meant the discussions that have taken place at the desk. And on the desk.

[valtsv]

sorry for thinking fully clothed sex is hot. sorry for thinking that making someone ruin multiple layers of valuable fabric separating them from me because they're so desperate for my touch is attractive. i'm so fucking sorry alright.

[valtsv]

put your clothes back on. no i didn't lie we're still having sex just have some faith in me on this. can you do that.

[glass-seven]

cont from here @tyrannicalshiv

The uninvited man in the room politely accepted the offer. Tom was not the kind to like alcohol, but he was willing to indulge on special occasions. The ferret laid on the desk also perked up in interest. Luckily, both men already knew how horrible of an idea it was to give Sir Stinky Longcat alcohol. At least the ferret had a taste for the expensive.

Jack was correct in not needing to feel intimidated by whoever it is that is paying Tom to be here. They have not done anything of importance with him before. Keeping the 'order of things' and all that. Which usually meant just letting him do whatever he wanted.

A gloved hand holds the glass, now that Tom was done doing his best impression of an office lamp and was now sat at the other side of the desk. "Espionage, mostly. But I do still oversee deliveries. Keeps me active."

[tyrannicalshiv]

"An' what are ya espionage-in' in my old office?" you ask, reclining in your chair and making sure both your glass and the bottle were away from the ferret.

"I only came back fer nostalgia," you explain, eyeing Tom's cat ears. He didn't usually have those, as far as you recalled. Huh. "Not like I was plannin' on startin' anythin' up again."

[glass-seven]

The ferret goes back to laying down flat on the desk. But still staring at Jack, almost as if attempting to mind control him into giving him a glass.

"We are simply wanting to ensure that is the case." Tom replies while the ferret receives petting from Tom's gloved hand.

"And of course be aware of the case in which you do decide to start investing again." Said cat ears were aimed at Jack, all attention on him. Black and white, like a tuxedo cat. This also included a tail with the same fur colors. It stood behind Tom in the friendly position. Raised and curled like a question mark. Even if the cat man had barely any facial expression, his other traits easily told on him.

[glass-seven]

cont from here @tyrannicalshiv

The uninvited man in the room politely accepted the offer. Tom was not the kind to like alcohol, but he was willing to indulge on special occasions. The ferret laid on the desk also perked up in interest. Luckily, both men already knew how horrible of an idea it was to give Sir Stinky Longcat alcohol. At least the ferret had a taste for the expensive.

Jack was correct in not needing to feel intimidated by whoever it is that is paying Tom to be here. They have not done anything of importance with him before. Keeping the 'order of things' and all that. Which usually meant just letting him do whatever he wanted.

A gloved hand holds the glass, now that Tom was done doing his best impression of an office lamp and was now sat at the other side of the desk. "Espionage, mostly. But I do still oversee deliveries. Keeps me active."

[shootingxxxstardust]

@special-delivery-in-blue liked for a starter.

"Oh hey, it's my Itty bitty titty solidarity friend!" Rose immediately glomps Tammy.

[shootingxxxstardust]

Her grin widened a little as Tammy lifted her off her feet, she enjoyed the feeling of Tammy grabbing her butt. Her chest may be flat, but her butt definitely wasn't. Her eyes just stared at the clone's wondering what she'd do next.

Hearing the question got Rose to chuckle. "Ya could steal me as long as ya like, and no one would notice.~" Rose truly believed this too. She believed no one cared enough to notice if she was gone. She also had zero self preservation, so for her no matter what happened, it would be entertaining. However, hopefully all that was happening was she was about to have some fun with this cute clone of Tom's.

[glass-seven]

"That is all I needed to know." Tammy responds, with her own glass covered gaze staring back into Rose's. The eyes of a otherself are very pretty, turns out. Even if there was violence behind them.

Tammy leans back a little, and gets a good grip of Rose and her butt, making sure she has Rose's weight supported by her arms and torso. "Do close your eyes for a second. This only works when out of sight. You will open them to somewhere more... Fitting, for us to have our girl's night."

[shootingxxxstardust]

Another chuckle left the otherself as she was held by Tammy, feeling the grip on her butt. While her chest was a bit lacking, her butt was quite nice. Rose was proud of it.

Upon being told to close her eyes, Rose actually listened and closed them "Alright. How long do I have to keep em closed for? Should I count to 5?" She teased, but she was actually following directions for once in her life.

[glass-seven]

By the time Rose finished her question, it was possible for her to feel a change in the enviroment. "Noooo, you can open your eyes now." Tammy told the other woman still in her hold, keeping her close, chest to chest, so she can see Rose's eyes again when she opens them to the new location.

It was something akin to a hotel bedroom. All comodities required to stay a decent amount of time. Including a king sized bed in the middle of the room, the place where Tammy gently lays Rose on, before crawling on top of her herself. "So, what do you think?"

[gratuitousauxiliatrix]

Kanaya sits in the middle of the wide open yard of her manor, or rather her physical form does. Her legs crossed, her hefty rear placed onto a blanket for comfort while her eyes were left closed as if she was sleeping, most curiously of all a sign was left hung on her neck and read as such in her own handwriting

'Went On A Spirit Quest, Please Use My Material Form Responsibly~' Sincerely Kanaya

And right below that written in bright pink.

'nah be wierd weird and kinky as hell with her, she still response to verbal commands and stuff lmao' -rox

[glass-seven]

What could be heard was a vehicle of sorts approaching. It was, an interesting machine. It looked like a motorbike, with an oversized motor making it its owner fly right into the yard in a reckless manner. The owner being Equius, who managed to stop right before crashing into the larger jadeblood. Only then the vehicle's comically large engine finally stops. "I must apologize Maryam! I noticed I was running late, so I had to set my steed to full power." Equius jumps off the overly tuned bike and lifts a box from its back, (attempting to) gently set it down next to Kanaya. Just now Equius figures out something was off.

Kanaya has not reacted to him at all, which made sense after reading the sign hanging from her neck. Including Roxy's additions. And an extra slip of paper attached to a corner of the sign. It was pertaining to another box that was set near Kanaya at some point before Equius arrived, telling the rainbowdrinker to handle the contents with care once she returns to physical conscience. A name wasn't given, but Equius recognized the logo in the corner of the note, making it obvious it was that human they all had for common acquaintance. Another note and Kanaya's self would look like a community board. She did have the surface for it after all.

With everything explained, Kanaya being sat down made it possible for Equius to put a hand on her shoulder and give her a bit of a shake to confirm the written statements. Kanaya's own at least. To make sure Roxy was not trying to mess with him (or anyone else that came across Kanaya), the indigo clears his throat and gives her a simple command.

"Maryam, rise both of your hands... Please?" He spoke. Unsure if that was how her material self hears as a valid command.

[gratuitousauxiliatrix]

Kanaya's ears flicked as they heard Equius' command and just like that her hands raised up from her lap and stuck them out right before her limply. The combined with her eyes glowing behind her eyelids quite easily gave the impression of a zombie or even a thrall of some vampire or witch. It seems like Roxy wasn't lying, this time at least.

[glass-seven]

The jadeblood looking like a supernatural entity (more than usual atleast) made Equius tense up for a moment, but was quick to calm down once it was now confirmed the note left by Roxy was not a prank. Equius was already aware of such spiritual journeys, but this was the first time he has seen someone during it. Equius orders her to return her arms to their original position, her looking like a thrall was genuinely slowly psyching him out.

Kanaya still being sat down gave Equius enough reach for him to take the sign and notes hanging from her neck, to make sure she was more comfortable. This did inevitably give the indigo a full view of her ample bust, something he was also aware of but never seen as close as now. He stays frozen for a solid moment, with intrusive thoughts flooding the thinkpan. By the time he returns to ground after figuring out what to do, his hands were already serving themselves a good feel of the Maryam bossom. As much as strong hands could hold at least.

Equius is frozen in place. Again. Anxiety spiked, face wet with sweat, and eyes staring at the jadeblood that is twice the size and whose chest he is shamelessly digging his digits into. He waits for a reaction... Until he finally remembers her current state. He immediately removes his hands off her chest upon regaining his posture. And stands here. Thinking some more. Equius could just add yet another note to the bulletin board. Hang it back on her neck and leave to not speak of this ever again. Or he could...

"Maryam, could you expose your chest in its entirety? Please?"