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Valentine "Ryder" Black nineteen The Brooder An angry, Scottish, self-proclaimed queen of anarchy and former street urchin.

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He would have pulled out, deposited his excitement somewhere other than her lips.  It was, after all, the gentlemanly thing to do when receiving the greatest blowjob of your recent life.  But Ryder Black operated under her own rules in all things and so it didn’t surprise Leo that she didn’t allow him the chance.  There was only so much warning you could give standing on the edge as he’d been and he wasn’t going to complain about it, of course.   He let go, leaning back into the mattress for a moment of flushed satisfaction, breath heavier than he was used to from a simple fellatio.

“Told you so,” he said, smiling like the five year old quip he presented and stealing the vodka.  He swigged, looping an arm around her shoulder and laughing.  “If it wasn’t clear, your mouths fucking insane. We’re a damn perfect match.”  Propping up beside her instead, Leo’s eyes lightened with something almost excited and he swept her body quickly.  “You gonna let me reciprocate now?” 

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“Are we, Leo?” Valentine’s lips spread into a smile, but let her eyes drift close as his eyes traced her body. He’d have to prove their perfect match later. She wasn’t interested in what he could do with that smart mouth quite yet. “Nae, I dinnae think so. I already broke my rule with tha’ blowjob, an’ I’m no’ lettin’ myself slip jus’ because ya offered t’ go down on me for wha’ I’m sure would be a wonderful experience.” 

She placed her hands behind her head and opened her eyes back up, looking at him and realizing that he probably had no idea what her rule was. “I’ve made a rule with myself tha’ I’m no’ sleepin’ with any o’ your wee threesome for a while.” She just made due with the members of the hockey team who were not Luke. “Ya all already have a decent amount o’ power over the rest o’ the school. I cannae let myself fall tha’ easily into obscurity in this place.”

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Each moan enhanced both the feel of her around his cock and the eroticism of the moment.  He pulled her hair tighter in response, tugging the long copper locks like a rope to his pleasure as she moved.  The closer he came the less words the German could drudge up.  His leg moved beneath her core in rhythmic shifts, applying a tight pressure against the dip between her body, pressing the black, cotton covered limb more insistently against her with purpose.  Deep throating wasn’t a skill you often stumbled upon in college - rare enough in the grown women he’d managed to seduce with a lifetime of experience sucking dick.  No it wasn’t a pleasure he often experienced and Ryder was young to have perfected the trick the way she had.  It was a moment he wanted to thank in kind and so his leg bent, and he aimed to angle a hard knee where his friend would appreciate it most.

Pull after pull brought Leo closer to his finish and he knew the moment was approaching faster than normal, faster than he’d prefer.  His stomach tightened, abs flexing against writhing skin as he staved off an orgasm that had been long coming where the Scot was concerned.  The moans he’d been quelling grew louder and eventually he was forced to words. “Ry I’m….fuck,” he choked on another moan but forced his head back with the words of good manner. “I’m gonna come…” he grunted, barely containing himself until she could decide where exactly she wanted the hated release to go.

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In response to his muddled English, Ryder only sucked harder. The spit dribbling down her chin from the sloppy blow job became lubrication for her hands to keep stroking his cock. She pushed her tongue into the back of her mouth to stop from being forced to swallow. When he did come, she had to repress the urge to gag. Never sexy. Instead, she pulled her mouth off his cock and spat into a tissue that went swiftly into the garbage. Next into her mouth was a mouthful of vodka that she promptly gargled and swallowed. 

She released his soft cock and dropped back onto the bed, laying beside her now pleased friend. “Ya have a lovely cock, Leo.” She dragged her arm across her mouth wiping away any residual spit or semen. “Not tha’ ya need your ego t’ get any bigger.”

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He was lost in her ministrations, his hand playing along her hair with a jagged sort of tremble as he held back the more carnal needs of a male.  Attention like this was not easily forgotten and Leo found himself praying for a repeat before the first had even finished. 

The blue eyes found hers upon the demand, darker with a number of emotions prevailed by a dirty happiness.  He practically growled his approval, the normally flippant and carefree Leo replaced by the basic model - the one ruled by simpler things.  Dull nails scraped against her forehead, a tease before seizing the locks as he was asked.  Leo’s grip was almost cat like, tight on moments where she held him deep and releasing on the brief respites. His moans had become heavy breaths, lifting his chest, audible only in the choked way between pleasure and pain with each grip of hers against the sensitive hip.  

“Shit…”  There was nothing more on his tongue but the exclamations and her name, which he rarely used in its base form.  Through the quick build of pleasure Leo had a thought.  She was too far for his fingers, so the boy lifted his leg just slightly, bringing the limb between her legs and applying a very bare pressure for her own sex.  “This …getting you wet, Black?” he asked between his paints, the sound hoarse and tense as he forced the words.  Muscles strained in his biceps, his neck, flexing against the pressure as he curbed his own orgasm.  He was eager to come but more eager to give.

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A moan, a real moan – deep and heavy, escaped her lips as his fingers finally pulled her roots taught. Yes, Leo, let go. So long as he didn’t force her to choke on his cock, she was happy to see a man like Leo giving in to his carnal and base needs because of what she did to him.

She squeezed him gently at the base and moaned around him again as his thigh created just the hint of friction between hers. If blowjobs didn’t make her jaw hurt, she could do this all day. Just listen to the sound of Leo moaning her name, totally lost in her. Not a bad nickname to be heard. Saliva clinging to her lips and blue eyes bright with residual tears from deep-throating, Ryder lifted her head off him to take a moment to catch her breath and watch him. The break only lasted a few seconds before her lips were back around him, this time detaching clawed fingers to reach between his legs and cup his balls. 

Ryder never swallowed unless she was forced to (via lost bets or agreements made beforehand) but a man finishing in her mouth was so much better than finishing on her in a place she would later have to try to clean. Like her hair. Fuck, she hated that. But right now, she wanted to see Leo finish. She wanted to see the man otherwise dripping with arrogance completely and totally helpless to her.

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The vodka’s bite was barely felt, Leo’s attention far more focused on the prospect presented along his crotch instead.  He’d grown used to the cock teasing cruelties of the ginger and had a difficult time believing his braggadocios speech had magically swayed her in this moment.  However, as he was more than used to, Leo decided quickly not to think too hard on it. Thinking was not his strong suit after all.  From the back of his throat he laughed, a husky sound. “Learnin so much about you tonight, Black,” he said with a smile.  “Got a lot of the same shit going on, don’t you think?  We both fuck old fucks, like flirting with the idea of a tetanus shot, and enjoy this top shelf vodka.”  He reached for the bottle for a pointed swig, eyes closing with a pleased flutter as his cock was exposed.

Air nipped at the sensitive skin, already engorged with blood from what felt like hours of a plush Scottish ass teasing the area.    The bottle aside, Leo took note of her reaction with the smuggest of smirks, knowing he’d proved a fair point about his cock.  It wasn’t the biggest but it was nowhere near what could be called small, fair in both shape and width.  “And we both like oral sex.” He’d almost said sucking cock but it felt respectively to bring up other penises with his in the room, eager for all attention.  She ran a hand over him once more and he extension of himself twitched, Leo working to keep his lust silent.  He reached to brush the hair from her face hunched some to watch what he considered a momentous moment between them.  Again, he smiled, like she was about to perform a miracle.

She had him with the first dip of her head, abs tightening for a moment as Leonard Raske let out a moan of both surprise and satisfaction.  The sound drew slow from his lips, leaning back against the pillow with his arm gripping his own hair.  “Fuck,” the sound burst from his nose, his entire body personifying the word as Ryder Black sucked his cock in a way he was sure he’d never experienced before her.    His hand was in her hair more desperate now, forcing the digits to pet rather than grasp her hair tight, completely unprepared for the skill despite the senior having bragged such since they’d first met. “F…fuck,” he repeated, hips flexing unintentional which he excused with a quick apology and an ease of encouraging fingers in her hair.  “Jesus, Ryder…” he trailed, losing himself between her lips with a new resolve to return the favor burning far in his mind.

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There were moments where Ryder absolutely adored cock, and this was one of them. His taste, his scent, the way he was clearly struggling to not thrust into her mouth... It was like a damn drug and she just wanted more of him. 

Her lips detatched from his cock with an audible pop and she looked up at him, eyes heady with lust. Hands still forcing friction on his shaft, she ordered him to, “Pull my fucking hair, Leo Raske.” She licked up the shaft again and murmured, “You know you want t’.” Ryder swiped her tongue against the head of his cock before dropping her head low on his shaft, swallowing to send his cock to the back of her throat. She let a low moan gravel in the back of her throat, vibrating around the head of his dick in a way that had done very well amongst her clientele in the past. With her nails embedded in his hips as metaphorical anchors she pulled up slightly, allowing for a better angle from which to suck. Fuck, she loved the sound of his moaning. He could barely, it seemed, remember her name. She was half tempted to reach down and play with her clit, but that had too high a chance of distracting from her task at hand. That was, pleasing Leo. 

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He sighed, momentarily upset at his lack of knowledge, or if not truly upset he had the decency to look so. “Always get those artists confused,” he said, excusing himself and hoping she’d do the same.   “Arts best when its trippy but I’m hard fucked to remember what belongs to what with all that.”

The soft exhale was tempered, quietly, by a small moan and he smiled at her through eyes that would have preferred being closed.  “You’re judging me,” he spoke with a smirk, voice hungry with unspent desire.  “She was my first, Ms. Valentine.  The woman to corrupt an innocent thirteen-year-old boy.” Leo laughed, though he knew this particular story brought Freddie to frown. “’sides she wasn’t cheating.  The Missus did everything with her Mister.”

A douse of plain mixed with pleasure was his favorite and for a moment Leo wondered how Ryder had known – if she had known, or simply was trying to rile him.  He nodded but said nothing.  They’d have to fuck or he’d have to leave, at this point.  A man could only take so much teasing on a swollen member.  

Already his breathing was heavy, catching at the sudden tug of his chin.  He met blue eyes, brows dipping with question. “What?”  he asked, not annoyed but intrigued.  And then, as if divinely sent, Ryder Black took up a body language he knew all too well and he grinned wide. His cock practically twitched beneath his sweats at the prospect, and certainly at the touch.  He smiled, surprise tempered by his eagerness.  “No throat fucking, got it.” He went to reach for her hair – proving his intent with a gentle caress of the red locks.

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Valentine quickly picked up the bottle of vodka and poured a bit of the liquid over his fresh tattoo before covering the now ink spotted area with a bandaid she pulled from her back pocket. Perhaps this wasn’t the best method of cleaning him, but it did disinfect, and she didn’t want to make him sick.

Thirteen. Fuck, and she thought she was young. Granted, she was. Fourteen wasn’t much better than thirteen, and the circumstances surrounding the loss of her virginity were not something she liked to share. But fucking an older, married couple was not something that was generally suggested for a young, developing lad. Dark as it was, it did give the Scot some insight into the personality of her friend. “I’m no’ judgin’ ya,” she replied honestly. “I’ve fucked married couples before, too.”

If she was being honest, Ryder liked giving blow jobs. She liked hearing the sounds a man made when he was losing control, the way hips bucked and hands tugged. Going down on a girl was fun, too, but the carnal need a man felt could not often be matched by a woman. A red head tilted slightly into his touch, unconsciously eager for his approval. Her lips curled upwards slightly as he caressed her hair, but her eyes were turned downward. Fingers already curled in his pants, Ryder pulled the material back and “revealed the beast” that she had been so curious about. 

Leo actually had a very pretty cock. She shouldn’t have been surprised; his bravado couldn’t have been entirely false. She almost giggled when it popped out of his pants, but remembered that giggling at a man’s penis generally led to a very self-conscious man and she really didn’t really want to lose this chance. 

Her tongue, held thick and strong, pulled up his cock from base to head leaving behind a heavy trail of saliva. After a quick lick to her palm and a grip of the base, she finally surrounded the head of his cock and began sucking. Gently, at first, then gaining pressure as she got more comfortable. Her right hand gripped his hip tight, nails digging in slightly, as her left trailed down his chest, leaving behind angry red lines as further proof that she had been there. She wanted him to feel her touch for hours after she left his room. Tongue protruding slightly so as to avoid using teeth, Ryder began bobbing her head on him, dipping slightly lower with each movement with her hand covering the portion that her lips did not.

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Were he standing Leo would have shrugged but in lieu he merely hummed.  “Picasso was kinda nutty wasn’t he?  Chopping off his ear and all.” He smiled.  “Seems like the right impression to wear on your back to me.”  History was no strong point of his but already he enjoyed contemplating what brand he could leave on the Scott’s milky skin.

Cheeks sharpened with a pensive click of the lips, Leo fighting between a quip and a laugh. “Not if they let me, nah.”  He winked.  “Big believer in ‘sharing the wealth’ I am.  Seems only fair.”  The in a need to prove himself further, “Plus practice equals perfect.  I think every entity this side of the globe has made that clear,” He laughed.  “Mrs. Heinrich said, and I quote With a gift like that, Leonard, it seems only fair we perfect you.” He laughed harder, reaching around the concentrated red head to pat his Johnson. “Certified pleasure.”

“Witty?”  His surprise at the compliment was clear and almost juvenile in happiness.  Then his eyes narrowed in a smile, “ ‘think that means you like me more than you’re letting on, Ms. Ryder.”

“Not an artist, sorry crows.”  He sat at her mention, an arm around her hip as he leaned past the Ryder to have a look. The tattoo was bigger than he’d expected.  Already there was a pain searing along his hip that felt more like a throbbing bruise through the vodka Adderall cushion his mind sat on.  “That’s pretty fucking good!”  he was genuinely impressed and it showed.  “Hurts like a bitch but I think I like your brand.” He nudged her shoulder with his chin, pupils lustily dilated but admiring of her all the same.

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“I think tha’ was Van Gogh, love. Picasso was the guy with the geometric shapes.” She adjusted her hips, settling down so that she was positioned just over his cock again. Schrodinger’s cock, really. It both made up for his personality and was the reason for his personality at the same time. And she wouldn’t know what she was dealing with until she observed the thing with her own eyes.

She went back to grinding, albeit rather softly, against his hips, an eyebrow cocking at his quote. Jesus fuck she needed to get laid. She had fucked that Hockey player a week ago, but he had barely satiated her lust. “Fuckin’ a married woman, Leo? I have no room t’ judge, bu’ I woulda thought your scruples extended at least that far.”

Lithe fingers trailed down his chest, nails raking slightly as Ryder began testing the waters. “I’m glad ya like it,” she told him honestly. “Wouldn’t’ve changed anything if ya didnae, bu’ it does make this a little easier.” 

Her fingers had found home on the waist of his pants, and Ryder dipped a finger beneath the seam. Two fingers. Three. Then, with her other hand, she reached up and grabbed his sharp jar, forcing him to maintain eye contact with her. Fingers released his face and she crept backwards down his body knowing that he wouldn’t look away. “Leo,” she murmured, pulling back the band of his sweats. “I’m gonna suck your cock, now. Try not t’ throat fuck me. I kinda hate that.”

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For the first time since he’d known the red head, Leo raked her figure with something absent of lust.  Mischievous, yes, but not outright lust as he’d displayed every moment before.  There was an ocean of skin that whispered possibilities against a drug induced mind.  “You lettin’ me play Picasso today?” he asked, grinning as he settled on the infamous spot above ass, his hand trailing there with a tight grip.

“Humble isn’t me,” he laughed, “But are you disagreeing?  Cause I promise I can prove my claims.”  He mourned the loss of contact to his groin. Grinding his way through the pain had been as good as not-sex could be for that minute, at least.  Now it was simply watching her perfect behind, wagging the bone before a hungry dog.  The noise escaping his lips was almost a whimper, the deep tone just enough to save from that particular level of pity.  He smiled at her agreement, sweat beading on his skin from a tortured mix of pain and need, but his smile was undying.  “It’s obvious then, isn’t it.  I like givin’, you like takin.  We’re a match made in a California King.  Throw down the white flag, Braveheart, be selfish.”

His face was more amused then a laugh could have noted, brows so high they could have touched the sky. “A fucking chery pie?” he chuckled. “Brilliant.” The virginal metaphor was not lost.   The pointer finger tapped on her hip, spreading it aside to flash the faded birds on his middle finger, wedged between the web of skin.  “Crows were next.  Dunno if they’re actually crows but it’s what I see.  Done by yours truly on the roof at sunrise.  Mighta gotten infected the first week but it was raw.”

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“I’d prefer somethin’ less impressionist, but ya can do wha’ever ya’d like. I won’t even look.” If Ryder was capable of regret, giving Leo free reign would likely become something she regretted very much. As she finished some of the last spots on the small tattoo, his hand settled on her back. Fuck, she was going to end up with a Leo Raske Tramp Stamp. 

“I’m sure ya will, Leo. Ya dinnae seem the type t’ keep it in his trousers for long.” Now he actually had her curious about what he was packing. Was this all just false bravado? Compensation for the fact that he was actually very tiny and had found a way to make up for it with his fingers and mouth? Or did his confidence come from something real? One peek couldn’t hurt. Right? She could stop things if they got too out of control. It would have to wait for her to finish this tattoo, though. Otherwise nothing would get done, and she was interested to find out exactly what he would do to her. 

In response to his call for her to be selfish, she merely laughed. “You’re too witty for your own good.”

She glanced up at his hand, noticing the small tattoo for the first time. “I suppose I can see crows if I squint my eyes.” She did so, and tilted her head just slightly to the right. “Aye, I see it.” After a beat, her eyes turned back down to her work. A tissue wiped the left over ink and blood from his skin, and after just a few more pokes, she popped up on all fours, then pulled her hips up so that she was seated high up on his lap and admired her handy work. “There ya are. What d’ ya think?”

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“Can I?” Amused and eager, his smile spoke of nothing loose morals and sweet anticipation.  The Scottish transfer had made a show of teasing his prick for far too long.  Now that she was so close to the actual thing, Leo felt himself less keen on waiting like a flaccid gentleman. “My blood’s thick as…well blood,” he gave a light thump to his chest and took another generous sip of the contraband.

A heaved breath of overdone frustration burst from his lips,  tsking at her denial.  “Not right now, she says, hovering over the mans sizable and tortured semi.”  He shifted just barely beneath her, looking for that attention on his undercarriage, his smile shameless and flaunting. “I’m telling you black, I’d rock your world.  Only a few things I’m good at and I promise, this is one.”  For all his flaws and all his selfish needs, this part of the German was not present between a woman’s thighs. “I’m a giver.”

Leo shook his head, “Not shocked, I just didn’t know.”  The fool who would call Leo Raske observant would be just that -a fool and he knew Ryder’s lack of such understanding was merely a lack of care.  Wild and fearless were her words, exactly what made her a presence he longed for. “I get it man, sex is sex.” Hi eyes trained on her lips, “Guy or Girl, your parts don’t make it much better or worse alone.” He shrugged, a hand moving from behind his neck to the side of the bed, flexing his fingers in a pained curl.  “You go ahead and tell me, yeah.  I’ll find a way to see ‘em later.” A hand fell beside her thigh, brushing the jean material, still but not without intent.

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“O’ course ya can,” she replied. “I wouldn’t hurt ya like this without lettin’ ya do a little damage t’ me, too.” She half wondered what the younger Raske would do if he were given free range of her body. Aside from trying to fuck it, of course. Would she end up with his name tattooed on her arse? He seemed above that, but she wouldn’t know for sure. Not until she gave him the free reign. 

“Sizable?” she repeated. “An’ here I thought ya might take the chance t’ be a wee bit humble.” She could feel his cock against her chest, rock hard already. It was possible, though, to turn him on more. It had to be. Ever the tease, Valentine was happy to help. Adjusting her weight slightly, she pulled her knees up so that her ass was in the air and her back was curved. It actually did give her a better look at the tattoo outline she was nearly finished with. 

“Oh, are ya now? Well, I suppose that’s a good thing. I like takin’.” She lifted her head and looked at Leo, a light frown on her face. “Is it bein’ given to? What’s the proper phrase for tha’? Lazy?” She smirked and dropped her eyes back down to her work. 

“Nah, no’ parts. It’s up t’ the person t’ be good in bed. Even if ya look like a Ken doll down there, a person still has their hands an’ mouth. A lot can be done with jus’ a tongue.” Pencil between her index and middle finger, Ryder reached up and grabbed the vodka bottle from him. “Tha’s enough for ya.” She set the bottle on the ground beside her and begin filling in the small illustration.

There were a lot of tattoo’s covering the body of the young Scottish lass, many of which had a stupid sentimental story behind them. “The firs’ tattoo I ever got was a piece o’ pie. Cherry. It’s on my right ribcage. The work isn’t all tha’ great, bu’ it’s actually one o’ my favourites.” The corner of her mouth shifted just barely as she flashed back to the memory that was the reason for the tattoo. “I was stoned out o’ my mind when I got it. I dinnae think I’ve been tha’ high since then.”

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The sudden prick earned a sharp hiss from the boy beneath her, Leo’s lips raising as he muffled the sound of pain with a twisted smirk.  “I’m beginning to think that I should be sticking you, firecrotch.  I’m bound to be more gentle,” he ground out, though the pain was not so bad as he made it seem.  Vodka was his best sensory duller and he took another long swig, feeling the familiar haze sweep over his mind.  A smarter man would realize he had a problem with these things; sex, drugs, booze - but Leo had never claimed to be smart.

“What?  Can’ handle it,” Leo asked, though her didn’t fight her as she stopped his roam, letting her set the limb where she liked and eventually linking his fingers behind his head.  He’d grown quieter, he only show he was uncomfortable in the tight flex of his biceps, the casual rigidness of his body.  Indeed, the hip was a sensitive area, especially on him.  There was no fat to dull the blow, all bone and skin.  

“Doesn’t seem like such a bad idea when you’re also high. I didn’t feel anything,  I was so gone.”  He smiled at the memory like it was sugar and cream, then glanced down at her hands - the pinpricks of blood smearing with ink as she went about her shape. “Plus the match looks cool, don’t ya think?  Way better than my shitty designs.” He waved a finger in front of her. Despite what others might think, he had plans for the ink on his body.  Vague ones, but still.  “She?” his brows lifted in amusement. “Didn’t know you played in my league, Black!” But his attention flickered to the apex of her thigh, every lustful thought on his mind clear through blue eyes.  “Maybe we should be playing show and tell?” 

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“Ya can do tha’ la’er,” she replied. She reached up over his shoulder and grabbed a tissue to wipe up the blood she had drawn from poking him too hard. Eyes lifted from her work as she noticed movement above her. “Dinnae drink too much. You’ll thin your blood an’ make this much harder on me.”

“I can handle it,” she retorted, “I just dinnae want i’ right now.” Truth be told, if his hands continued to roam, she’d probably just give in to his wants and she had really been hoping to make the “unholy trinity” wait to fuck her. Pencil positioned between her fingers, Ryder placed her hands on his hips and positioned her body far lower on his. She laid back down so that the majority of her torso was on his legs. Propped up on her left elbow, her right arm was laid over his lower stomach so that she would have a better view of the spot she was tattooing.

Ryder let out a bark of a laugh at his realization of her bisexuality. “Aye, she. I’s no’ some groundbreaking concept for a women to be in to other women. I’m sure ya ge’ off on lesbian porn all the time.” His reaction was more entertaining than anything. It wasn’t common knowledge around Greene or anything, but there were some people you could just smell bisexuality on. Like Harry. That boy had future threesome written across his forehead in neon lights. Maybe foursome if she could get Luke to play along. She would have assumed that people could tell that she liked girls. Especially with the way she had been looking at Sophie recently. That girl was going to be a fun conquest.

“Tha’ would be a bad idea,” she replied, suddenly solemn. And not just because taking off her clothes for him would likely result in sex that she did not want to have in this very moment. The majority of her tattoos were on her torso, alongside the ridiculous amount of scars littering her body. And in this intimate setting with Leo not being able to take his eyes off her form, questions were bound to follow that she definitely did not want to answer. “Bu’ I can tell ya ‘bout ‘em. An’ ya can le’ your mind make up the rest o’ the... intimate details.”

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He laughed at the shove and refute, catching himself on a forearms and clutching her so as not to fall back completely.  “Not tense, babe, just horny.” A strong grip tugged her over him, a slightly forceful grind paired with a tempting raise of chin. “Very simple fix.”

The look in his eyes was incredulous and mocking, staring at the needle with a sudden gasp? “What? But if a needle in my side feels bad  I…. well what ever shall I do.”  The accent slipping over his words was poor, a reflection of his good humor as he fully eased down.  His back needed to rest fully on the bed for her, allowing for the cut muscles of his middle to pull taut and flat.  “Have at, Macallan.  My body equals your canvas….and anything else you’re interested in,” he grinned, his thumb playing with the button of her jeans. “Special offer for tonight only.”

While his right hand moved against the front of Ryder’s black jeans, curious of her limits, Leo brought the other arm to a bend behind his head. “This one, “ he nodded towards the match on his bicep, starting his story suddenly. “That was done by one of the art geeks on campus.  We were off our ass on K and he went at it before I knew left from right.  Hardly remember it at all tbh, but its a shit ton better than what I did to myself.”

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She had forgotten how difficult teenage boys could be when they thought they might get laid. Fuck. She’d just have to ignore him and move along like she hadn’t been doing anything to him to deserve this reaction. 

She stuck him, very hard, in retort to his sarcastic comment. Rude. He may have already had stick and poke tattoos, but hips were sensitive. As evidenced by the fact that his rough grip on her hips was turning her on more. “That isn’t a special offer for tonight only,” she replied, continuing to poke him – though not so hard – with the needle. “Ya know ya’d give yourself to’ally t’ me if I asked.”

Ryder took a moment and wrapped her fingers around the wrist of the hand currently rubbing wonderfully against her and pushed his hand to the top of the bed, beside his other one. “Tha’s kinda cool. Bu’ I dinnae ken if I would trust a high art kid t’ give me a tattoo.” As she said that, she continued to poke him with her needle, leaving behind a not too bad outline of what she would be coloring in soon.  “I have a crown tattooed on the inside o’ my right thigh, jus’ at the apex. My ex an’ I go’ tattoos together. I go’ a crown for her, an’ she go’ a lion for me.” 

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Black Knights and Vodka

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“Not how I’d say it but…fuck…kinda?” the admission seemed to cause him actual pain but his friends wasn’t the kind of relation Leo would deny. He shook his head, gaze darting. “It’s….complicated.  We’re equal but..something you just don’t share.”  When the three fought it was in jest, a test of strength but Leo wouldn’t doubt that some things - people- would get between.  

He was shamelessly aroused,  far more focused on the dry hump Ryder’d made an activity than her work with the needle and thread.  The meticulous movements were just that - movements caught out the corner of his eye.  Instead he was stuck, turned on by dry humping.  If he had a moment to self reflect (which he would never allow himself) the self pity would be high.  Instead he was an addict to the pressure, the thrill of the great perhaps.  Will they won’t they. God, did he need a ‘will’

While her hands reached to lift the thermal covering his midriff, his played further with her skin, ghosting beneath the white t-shirt, just a shade lighter than her skin.  Leo’s fingers didn’t travel up, of course.  His curiosities lay below the dark jeans and his own mind wondered how far she’d let him tease.  Alcohol might have been the only thing to distract him with such a goal in mind, the lust darkened eyes flitting to the clear bottle with a grin.  “Thanks,” he smiled, taking a swig that would have weaker man choking.

He sipped it down like water, holding onto the bottle with his non-wandering hand, watching her a minute as she worked. “Tension?” His hips moved beneath her again, enjoying the idea that he might be affecting her as well. “I don’t feel tense-do you?”  He raised a brow at her, shit eating grin plastered on his lips, leaning forward slightly towards the girl on his crotch.

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She took careful note of his tone as he replied to her comment on his relationship with Harry. Her comment upset him, but for reasons she could not yet understand. At this point she would’ve figured that the three of them knew their places in the world, but perhaps not. 

The hint of a smile turned to a smirk as she watched him slurp down the vodka. And she had thought that she drank a lot. Kids at this school put even her father to shame. Jesus.

His cocky grin almost pulled a laugh from her. She had been fingered under tables at restaurants and managed to hold a conversation. Soft movements of one boy’s fingers against her hips would not be enough to get a metaphorical rise out of her. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. The warmth spreading through her core exposed the lie in that thought. But she would be able to keep her face, voice, and breath from reacting. Couldn’t have Mr. Raske’s ego getting any bigger than absolutely necessary.

“Nope,” she replied, promptly shoving his chest down onto the bed. “Ya might want t’ have a consultation with your trousers, though. They’re definitely tense. I think I can heard your zipper protesting.”

Ryder pulled herself up on her knees and leaned forward to the bedside table, where she poured ink from the dark bottle into the cap from the vodka bottle still in Leo’s hand. She probably could have drawn the tattoo on his skin with a pen or something, but free-handing it was more authentic and would leave the shape more interesting. After dipping the needle in the ink, the girl gently placed herself back down on his lap, though slightly lower this time so that she would have better access to his hip. “This won’ feel good, Leo. Last chance t’ back out.”

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Black Knights and Vodka

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He bristled at the thought of anything sexual with Sophia.  There were boundaries there that he was well aware of.  The Raske boy may have been lacking in more morals then you’re brains but even he understood the simple bro code. “Nah.  Been there done that…literally.  Way more trouble then it would ever be worth.”  The words came out a little too cold, thoughtless. “Don’t really want a beat down from Harry.”  He was bigger than the triumvirate’s ring leader but he wouldn’t fight back either.  He let the thoughts die, glancing back with a chuckle. “Who says I’m shit at chess?  Gimme names.  I’ll show them who’s crap.” 

God, just the mention of his dick had his cock stirring. Clearly too much time had past since he’d last been laid - these were some shitty withdrawl symptoms. There was the quietest of groans as she shifted, a sound that sat deep in his chest between pleasured and pain.  He was done laying pliant beneath her, his grip against her suddenly a shade too tight for casual, more insistent than earlier.  “Either sit still or…” he felt his words trail as the girl leaned closer.  Leo readied himself to swallow his words and collect a long awaited reward. 

When she passed him, his second groan was very audible. “You’re a fucking terror, checkers.” He flexed beneath her in pure frustration, sliding his arms back just to sit up, forcing her to fall just the slightest bit more on his aching piece. “Dunno that I feel like telling you much, tease.”  His own fingers brushed the sliver of skin between top and pants, nail grazing the flesh tentative. “Obvious stories as it is.” he muttered, sour.

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“Ah, so you’re Harry’s bitch, then,” she murmured, a teasing smile on her lips. “Interestin’. I would’ve thought everythin’ was equal between you three.” The dynamic between the triumvirate had interested her ever since she found out that the boy who had bragged about omelet making skills was best friends with the boy who had gotten ahold of a gram of Girl Scout Cookies who was best friends with the boy who had told her to split her tongue. The three of them interested her separately, but all the more so together.

She noted the change in his grip on her hips and very suddenly realized that she was reacting to this interaction as well. She had been so focused on getting him hard that she hadn’t even realized that she was wet. Oops. Oh, well. At least she had control over the rest of her physical reactions. 

“I know I am,” she replied, a cheeky grin on her face. Ryder leaned back slightly and pulled a spool of thread and a zippo from her too-tight-jeans pocket. Her face fell as she focused on getting the needle prepped (sterilizing it with the lighter and wrapping the string around the whole thing) before placing it on the bedside table and grabbing the bottle of Vodka and some tissues. Her stomach tightened slightly and a smile ghosted across her lips as his fingers trailed along the patch of skin showing on her hips. Slender fingers lifted his own shirt high enough that she would have decent access to his hip and she poured a little vodka out on a tissue. “Here, drink,” she said, handing the bottle to him. 

Using the vodka soaked tissue, Ryder disinfected the skin where she was going to place the tattoo and tossed it in the garbage can while waiting for the now clean area to try. “Well if ya aren’t gonna tell me about the tattoos,” she said, finally making eye contact again, “Then talk abou’ somethin’ else. We need t’ fill this... tension with something, aye?”

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Black Knights and Vodka

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The junior gave a few clucks of his tongue against his teeth, shaking his head the slightest. “No such thing, Wallace.  There’s always somethin’ life has yet to teach us.”  His nod was less than sage, diminished by the slang in his words and the growing erection in his jeans.

When he’d asked, Leo hadn’t expected a serious answer, though her reasoning didn’t surprise him. Henry had said she was clever and Leo had never had reason to disagree. “Ms. Black, are you tryin’ to lay a claim on me?” His brows rose high, faking a poor show of shock with a quick shake of his hair, a dark lock falling out of place and across his forehead. “Without so much as a cheeky hand job?”  his eyes shut in mock pain, “Seems a lil’ out of order to me.” His fingers thrummed against her hips, shifting just the slightest beneath her, cheeky himself in his blatant search for friction.

In the end he shrugged, “Yeah, alright, I could see the appeal.  Little reminder that a crazy Scot was here.” he was poor at playing flippant and the grin that spoke of his lover for mischief returned. She knew the game she played, he was sure.  Her hands wandered too purposeful, the touch of someone prepared and in control.  They were in the same league, in Leo’s mind, though her plays far more effective, his chest rising just the slightest with each cruel shift of her frame.

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“If ya wan’ a hand job, ya can go find Sophie, I’m sure she’d love the affection,” Ryder offered, knowing the slight cruelty to her words. Sophie was a good girl, but all too easy a target. News of the girl’s escapades with the trio had reached the Scot’s ears long ago and Ryder found her a good scapegoat for this situation. Even if it was an unkind thing to say about someone she could see herself considering a friend. Despite the words, her voice was soft, though. It held no malice and almost sounded as if she was speaking to a lover. She brushed the hair that had fallen to his forehead back into place and smiled softly. “I wouldn’t say it’s so much a claim. More a note. Somethin’ you, an’ every girl – or guy – ya get with in the future, can see. You’d know wha’ it meant, an’ everyone else would be left t’ wonder why a man with no apparent skills in chess have a chess piece tattooed so close t’ his dick.” 

Leaning down, the girl placed her hands on either side of his shoulders, long red hair falling to the side as a sort of curtain beside them. Her spine curved inward and she adjusted her hips so she was positioned lower on his body, hips against his now very hard cock. She was being so cruel to him right now. With only three pieces of fabric separating him from his release (she had long since forgone wearing underwear), she knew that the control she had over him was incredible. Eventually she would throw him a bone, but for a while she was going to have to torment him. This was more fun than actual sex.

Slowly, she leaned her head down further, as if going in for a kiss, but at the last second unlocked her elbow and lay flat against him, reaching down to the ground beside his bed where she had left what she had come in with. The vodka, needles, and ink went on his bedside table, and she sat up – again positioned on his hips – with the pencil between her fingers. “So tell me abou’ the tattoos on your fingers,” she said as she set up what would be their makeshift needle for the evening. Her voice was as nonchalant as could be, as if she had not spent the last five minutes trying to make him hard.

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Black Knights and Vodka

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A long thumb brushed the bottom of his lip, contemplative as he hid a smile, caught. “Fair enough. Do you take credit, cause we could be cooking with fire there.” Fool hardy words, considering he’d made too many questionable purchases.  It was all a joke, of course, but he wasn’t the kind to say things he didn’t mean  no matter how asinine.  As it was, his spending was monitored both by his anal retentive brother and his mothers accountant.  “Why bother with money anyway.” He leaned forward, full lips pulling up, incredulous.  “Could just look at it like an educational opportunity.  Swap some tips and tricks?” 

He knew she was a wild thing but he hadn’t expected the sudden switch to flip, the throw back against his mattress.  Not a bone in his body complained, least of which being his cock.  Too young and eager, his member stirred at the mere brush of her ass against his crotch.  The surprise was in his blue eyes for barely a second, grabbing her hip with a large hand instead and laughing.  “There we go,” he murmured, something darker than anticipation in the blue eyes, focused on her lips rather than her eyes. “A knight?” a brow quirked. “Don’t wanna burst any bubbles but I’m pretty fucking shit at chess, so if there’s a metaphor in that one you must enlighten me.”

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For a second time, Ryder rolled her eyes at him. No, she did not take credit. She had only ever worked off of credit once in her life, and that had led to one of her weirder interactions. “If ya are as experienced as ya claim t’ be, ya dinnae need any tips an’ tricks. Ya should already be a master of all things sexual.” 

She smiled too wide as she felt his physical reaction against her. Boys were so easy to play. “No metaphor,” she replied. “Jus’ representative o’ me. Ya know, ‘cause ya adore me an’ all.” Her fingers continued to trace the line of his hips nonchalantly as she spoke. “Ryder li’erally means knight, an’ my surname is Black. So you’d be gettin’ a little representation o’ the awesome girl who blew through your life and changed everythin’.” She cocked an eyebrow playfully and giggled. Though she was almost certain that she would not make a real lasting impression on his psyche, she did like to leave her mark on people. In this case, she would be doing it literally. He would, of course, be asked to give her one as well. It was only fair. 

“What d’ ya think?” she questioned. “Can we ge’ this show on the road, or d’ ya have... other things t’ worry abou’ now?” The redhead adjusted her hips on him once again, for added emphasis of her comment and just to be a dick.

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Black Knights and Vodka

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The German laughed at his senior, offering her a disbelieving smile as she entered his room.  “Dunno what kind of prices your charging but I’d be shocked if my trust fund didn’t cover it.”  The tattooed fingers patted his breast pocket, “The Raske legacy comes with at least eight zero’s behind the surname.” Dark brows wagged in suggestion, raising a particularly ostentatious flask towards her in offer.  

There wasn’t any hesitance as Ryder situated herself about his room, another refreshment to girls like Sophia or Alex who hovered awkwardly in the space.  He flopped onto a space beside her, head resting against a palm in curious wonder.  “I think we’re up for some debate there, braveheart, but that’s here nor there.” He shrugged, trying only vaguely to channel Freddie.  His brother was a prick but that seemed to get girls wet – the mystery.  Breaking easily, he gave a white smile, glancing to her things. “Ooh, what a proposition!”  he wiggled into a straighter position, biceps flexing as he turned towards the lanky Scottish lass. “Where you plannin’ to stick me, pretty lady?  Got a lot of blank skin right now – which definitely needs rectifying, I’m sure you understand.” 

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“As far as I know, rich kids dinnae have access t’ their trust funds until they hit at least eighteen. An’ if I remember correctly, ya haven’ yet hit tha’ age.” Her eyes rolled, almost dramatically, at his little brag and she took the flask from his outstretched fingers. “Money stopped impressin’ me long ago, Raske. When your family owns a good eighty percent of Scotland...” Her voice trailed off, lost in her own thoughts. She really didn’t have to worry about money ever again. How strange the idea was. A literal castle awaited her back home, and access to all the resources anyone could ever want. It was an odd train of thought for someone who formerly had to scrap together pocket change to feed herself. 

The presence of another body in the bed pulled her from the slow decent into maddening reflection on her past, and a wide smile broke across her face. He was not going to let this go anytime soon, was he. Cute. Might as well give him something to play with. The redheaded girl sat up on the bed and took only a moment to readjust herself, before pushing Leo full on his back and setting herself on his hips, essentially mounting him. She knew he would get hard and frustrated very fast and wiggled her lips slightly to add to said frustration. “I was thinkin’ ya could use a little chess piece righ’ here,” she said, trailing a finger down the line that his hips made. “A little black knight. What d’ ya think?”

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Black Knights and Vodka

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leo-raske:

The scottish brogue was unmistakable from behind the door.  Fearless and insistent were two things Leo enjoyed more than most things in life, enough to pop him off the bed where he was spending a rare moment attempting schoolwork. 

“How literally are we taking the fuck part of my title there, Loch Ness?” he smiled, leaning on the door frame before catching the empty vodka glass beneath her arm and widening the expression. “Really need to know…for science?”  Lanky arms spread the door wide, making a bridge with the limb in a silent gesture to enter his mess of a room.

This boy and his goddamn nicknames. Ryder tilted her head back slightly in an amused annoyance and rolled her eyes. “Leo, listen t’ me as I say this t’ ya, and know tha’ I mean it with all my heart.” She ducked under his arm and walked to the center of his room, turning on her toes to face him. “Ya cannae afford me.”

The girl offered a clearly sarcastic shrug and placed herself on his bed. The prostitution jokes she threw around were more funny for her than anyone else, as she doubted that anyone around here actually knew what she had done for money before finally stowing her pride and going back to her grandmother. She had a bad feeling that Harry had an idea, but she doubted that he knew everything. No one knew everything. “Now come on. I didn’t come here t’ discus the fact tha’ you’re never gonna fuck me. I’m here t’ give ya another permanently altering DIY project. What d’ ya say? I mean, yaa dinnae really have a choice in the matter, bu’ i’s polite t’ ask.”

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Black Knights and Vodka

Needles, ink, a pencil, and a fifth of vodka under her arm, Ryder knocked loudly on Leo’s wooden door. “Open up, fuckboy!” she shouted. “I’s Bravehear’!”

Yelling in a hallway that anyone could walk through with clearly illegal substances was probably not a brilliant idea, but students at the academy didn’t care and teachers never bothered to roam the student’s hall. Plus, she still doubted that alcohol would get her kicked out. She’d probably have to do something like burn down a building before they even started to think about expelled. 

// leo-raske