#pentele answer.

[monstyrigone]

@wihlted sent : [ grind ] sender straddles receiver’s lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional + "you're the one who told me to let off some steam." / pentele

he keeps his arms up, folded at the back of his head despite the fact that he desperately wants to touch her, to help her in her endeavor as she rocks her hips back and forth against his thigh. his legs are spread out, hips tilted up as he slouches in the plush lazy boy so that she has leeway to do as she pleases, but he's not helping at all. this is an exercise in restraint, whether she has deemed it to be or not.

the satiny pyjama shorts she wears - pink, with white lace on the edges that match her camisole - provide extra slip against his flannels, letting her drag herself in further strokes along his thickness, and though those layers exist, he can feel her heat and hear the way her fluid arousal quietly squishes against her flesh.

"i did, didn't i," he whispers, heady and almost breathless, watching as her chest heaves with her own stutters. her tits would barely come around his cock if he stuck it between them. he could fit both in one mighty palm. he could squeeze them, leave red trails of pressure marks.

small fang pulls at his lower lip, and as he lets out a long breath, her motions hiccup. "hit the spot?" he teases, sitting up just a hair so he can pull his arms out from behind himself, the right arm loosely wrapping around her waist as the left hand settles on her exposed thigh. no guidance, only anchoring.

"keep going. i want you to cum like this."

[monstyrious]

@wihlted sent : nibbles pen's neck

she gets about two seconds worth of a nibble in before he's lofting her up, into his lap from where she stands beside him. hands slide across her form, one tucking along the small of her back as the other goes up, up into her loose curls before coming forward to her jaw. it's brief, before his palm is shifting down to rest over the swell of her belly. "how are we feelin' today, mamí? no more nausea?"

he's leaning forward, brushing the tip of his nose against hers while biting his lower lip in a tug that is released rather quickly. that touch only leaves her middle when she starts to reach for his chest, bared and splattered with sunlight and freckles where ink does not overlay too harshly. he catches her hand in his own, preventing her from touching at the thick bandage over the freshly carved into pawprint on his left breast. "it's healing fine. don't worry."

[monstyrigone]

@ancgnorisis sent : you look so fucking good down there. (rogue for pen)

the way that tiffany gaze flicks up to meet hers, that his thumbs press a little deeper into the softs of her inner thighs where they have settled after pushing the leather of her skirt up, says enough. of course he looks good between her legs, where he belongs. his brows tighten and knit, tongue pushing deeper into her cunt before retracting to turn its attention to her clit.

pentele lingers in that limbo space where his good dog and prey drive instincts cannot decide which is more important, or which should be in control, and so he falls squarely in the position of glaring up at her, biting at her inner thigh after pulling his mouth from her core, only to dive back in immediately afterward.

he's on his knees - as he should be - with them spread on the black glitter tiles of the club's floor so he can be better aligned with her as she leans back against the wall near the dj's booth, the place empty aside from them and silent save for the way he feasts, loud and growling against her flesh with every slurp and suckle.

[monstyrious]

Bear n cat oh dear...

"triple bossy? i think we can work with that. is that a question mark over temporary markings? something like bites and bruises, where the permanent would be brands and scars. that a check, or no? i assume yes, based off the eagerness for permanence."

[monstyrious]

"i'm certain this would be some sort of... i don't know, masturbation dependent on which body you were in at the time? amusing, nonetheless. perhaps something could be worked out."

[monstyrious]

"I did it as a joke but oops-"

"two bingos is great, but unfortunately the most important ones are the ones you missed on, so if anything did happen, it'd be more like a temporary... a fling? at most. the things you checked off wouldn't even really be things i'd let you be privy to in that kinda thing."

[monstyrious]

i could have sworn @wihlted sent : you make me feel wanted. -> pentele

"because you are."

he won't dare mention the vampire that has all but jumped ship faster than an infected rat, nor the pyrokinetic he knows has been over more than just a few times since. none of that matters, because this is the moment pentele has been waiting almost a decade for.

the chance to make things right.

"all this time and all i could ever do was think about how much i want you. how much i need you." he reaches out to touch at her cheek lightly. "i don't even care if i get to have you the way we were before. i just want you in my life again. i can't not know you, serena. whether i get to love you or not."

[monstyrious]

from ella <3

"even after all this time, and all the changes ye must see in me, huh?" though really, it's just the feline things and immortality that are new, and that latter bit is the only reason he's not in full celebration mode. she's going to die. ida and marcus will die. he'll watch them all grow old and be gone before he's even able to get comfortable with them in a life that's passed him by in the background. the twins are already teenagers for fuck's sake. "i can work on the smoking."