#pentele post.

[monstyrigone]

open // pentele -- closed.

-- "if you don't drink it, i'm going to be mildly upset. that's three thousand dollar whiskey. i'd take it off your hands, but you already sipped it."

[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]

@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."

[monstyrigone]

he's never been to an american ballet before, and frankly, walking in the door of the theatre, he's already unimpressed. pentele scans the ceilings, with their high vaults and poorly painted cherubim catering to the oddity of the american need to steal everything. tiffany gaze shifts to the upper level, curled staircases on either side leading up to the balconies and private booths. there are so many flaws, so many angles in which someone can take advantage of the structures in order to do something quite illegal. the man clicks his tongue, glancing over when he hears footsteps in the otherwise empty foyer, and despite the nitpicking flowing through his brain, he offers to the other person the faintest smile to seem polite. "i'm here to see august?"

@wihlted liked !!

[monstyrigone]

it's not unusual for him to find himself outside of the confines of moscow - of russia as a whole when there are things that others have proven incapable of handling. when one agent fails, pentele is sent in after them to clean up the mess left behind, and this is no different.

but it's absolute happenstance. every fragment of the universe aligning in a way that, for once, favors him. at least, that's the way that he'll see it after it settles. after it all connects that maybe, just maybe, there's a chance that something good is still in store for him, even it's, at first, just a glimpse of something so deeply familiar that it's visceral.

it's habit to, once he steps into a place, scan the people inside, and this café is no different, getting the once over that stutters in the corner where a woman - dark hair, bright eyes, faint pursing of her lips as she brings her mug up to them for a sip that strikes him deeply - sits on her own.

he stares, perhaps too long -- definitely too long. before forcing himself to keep moving. but she lingers, staying in every corner of his brain as he approaches the counter and places his order for something simple, something he doesn't even pay attention to but pays for regardless.

when he's eventually given his drink, he takes a chance.

not just a chance to see if maybe he's right, but a chance to cause even more damage. to himself, to a stranger, to whatever the universe has in store for each of them.

stepping up to the table the familiar faced woman is at, he clears his throat, adjusting the strap of his knapsack over his shoulder and almost mutters. "excuse me... ma'am? i'm sorry but..." and then nothing. nothing else can come, because even if it isn't her, that face that is now close enough to see intimately... it breaks him.

@etoilebleu ♥ !!

[monstyrigone]

@gviltys ♥'d for a valentine's starter !!

he's not really paying much attention, but who can really blame him when the club is starting to lose the vibrance of the night as people leave to go home, and there are still the five bouncers handling things on the floor so he doesn't have to? he's more engulfed in sitting at the back table, still able to see everything going on, but with his back to the wall and his laptop screen hidden so he can more privately go through the numbers for the evening to make sure things are on schedule. he doesn't notice her coming closer, regardless of the reason, even though he's occasionally glancing up just to make it look like he's scanning the floor.

[monstyrigone]

@handspike continued !!

[ TXT : REGGIE ] ;; i mean the mark on my chest goob [ TXT : REGGIE ] ;; you know, where i've got the ink and it always looks so gnarly? [ TXT : REGGIE ] ;; it feels like a constant paper cut, but like [ TXT : REGGIE ] ;; a really really big one

[monstyrious]

@bcmbsight wanted starters.

"no, no, trust me, if i were sent here to bring you in, we wouldn't be having a conversation. it would be a mix of flying fists and claws and fur." he chuffs a little, hands still in his pockets as a form of showing that he truly doesn't mean to cause any trouble. "no, i'm here to offer my aide, actually. i happen to be able to offer some assistance in keeping you hidden."