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MINGLE 001

MINGLE 001: FOOD, FUN, FUCKING

Guests are 'gently encouraged' by enforcer robots to gather into what appears to be a central gathering place in the middle of the settlement area. Attendance is quite mandatory. Once everyone has gathered, holographic emitters kick on and display... static. Loudspeakers tell the captive audience to prepare for an important announcement, and moments later a proper but mechanical voice chimes in:

Greetings, organisms! R̷e̶j̸o̴i̴c̷e̸, for the portents foresee a time of glorious providence! We have recorded your actions a̵n̸d̵ ̴o̸u̶r̵ ̵c̶a̵p̸a̷b̷i̴l̸i̷t̵i̶e̸s̶ ̴have upgraded accordingly! The fabricator general automata grant you a boon, and shall provide much glamorous f̷i̶x̴t̶u̶r̶e̴s̷ ̴to aid in your future acts. Frolic and make merrily, all!

To honor your contributions and celebrate your arrival, you will be invited to attend our first sultry salacious soiree. Join your fellow chosen and f̵u̶l̵f̴i̵l̸l̵ ̵y̸o̷u̶r̷ ̷f̸u̴n̴c̷t̷i̶o̶n̶!

And with that, the display ends and characters are allowed to go as they please.

Upon returning, characters now find that dormant manufacturing robots have been reactivated, and will accept requests to build certain household fixtures, i.e., bedding, couches, loveseats. Because who wants to bang on a dusty cot, right? The quality will not be high. Imagine low-end IKEA. Build quality also varies dramatically and seems to depend on how old and corrupted the machine is. (As with all things in this world, quality is improved with intimate acts.)

But what is this celebration you've been invited to? That much is simple as sin. It's a mechanically sponsored party. Of particular note to hungry newcomers will be a fully stocked banquet ample spirits and naturally, a dedicated area for an all-out orgy. It's a good old-fashioned party, Roman style!

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These are no hospital rations. This is a full-fledged feast. It's no less dangerous, though.
Naturally, the robots have seen fit to add a little bit "extra." Some offerings are entirely innocuous, while others have bevy of effects that you'll soon discover.

You may find yourself only able to speak the truth, or maybe after one bite you find yourself instantly smitten with the next person you see. Some foods incite obedience, others rebellion. And some... well, you can't have an orgy without some good, old-fashioned aphrodisiac.

The music has been modulated to change the way you think. Of course it's electro-synth, what else would robots play?

Slower music induces sleep; maybe you fall into a cuddle-puddle with some of your fellow kidnappees. Faster music encourages you to dance. And some music? That's what upstairs is for.

Speaking of upstairs, what's an orgy without the orgy? You may find yourself auspiciously able to fill your decadent A5 squares. In a large room that seems unusually renovated, as if the robots had given it special attention just for this day, a floor covered in pillows awaits the beast with two backs. No one is turned away, and those attending will get a notification from their devices that they have received... additional credits? What could this mean?

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[ So that's what a moan sounds like coming from her lips. It's quiet, but it gives him some idea of how a moan with abandon would sound if he really got her going.

He's going to have so much fun with this girl, he can tell. He's going to make it his mission to find a way home - to get her home too - but sometimes you have to let off steam at the end of a long day and the fact that this girl is close by? It excites him. He's excited to figure out what turns her on (he already knows she's got a thing for biting).

And as if her encouragement by his ear wasn't enough to make his breathing heavier, he feels her tongue somewhere that's surprisingly never had that much attention before - and he likes it, that much is obvious from the low moan that slips from his lips and the way his thigh pushes down harder between hers. ]

I already know how to make you say it again. [ His abs are visible until he pulls his shirt back down again, probably confusing her at first while Bellamy just smirks down at her. ] I'm gonna ask you a question and you can't say yes or no. Do you want me to take my shirt off?

[ While she decides what the right answer is, he ducks his face into the curve of her neck, the tattooed side, pressing an open-mouthed kiss there. His next move is to drag his tongue against the shape of the rune, licking the path of the design. ]

[ Considering how well they seemed to jive during their first conversation here, it's unsurprising that they seem to work just as well together now. And though tonight holds the promise of a lot of fun, Clary already finds herself greatly looking forward to spending more time with Bellamy, whether they use that time to make out or otherwise. (Making out definitely better happen, but she also would enjoy getting to know him more with conversation.)

But right now, all she wants is to hear his moan again because the sound sends a shiver of excitement up her spine. His thigh pressing against her has her gasping, body instinctively arching up into and against his. She'll have to remember that reaction and come back to his ear; for the time being, she's distracted by her hands suddenly being trapped by his shirt as he tugs it back down his body.

And that confusion is obvious on her face — did she do something wrong? — until Bellamy explains and then she laughs. ] You think that's... [ His mouth is on her neck before she has a chance to finish, however, his tongue pulling another quiet sound from her as she turns her head, giving him better access to the rune there. For a moment it seems as though she's not going to say anything at all, distracted as she is by Bellamy's attention.

Then: ] You really think that's all it's going to take? [ There's amusement and playfullness in her tone, but perhaps even a bit of challenge; she's curious to see what else Bellamy might do to get that word out of her again. ]

Oh, now you're playing hard to get? [ He laughs into her neck, liking some of that resistance she has to do what he wants right away. ]

All right. [ He says as though he's accepting her challenge. Until she says the magic word though, he's not going to allow her hands anywhere near his chest. In fact, he pulls both of them out from under his shirt and pins them either side of her head against the bed.

He's going to have to go lower than her neck. His gaze focuses on the rune above her breast. At some point while they were kissing, one strap of her dress moved further along her shoulder to expose the rune even more to him. Time to trail his tongue over that tattoo as well...

His mouth is so close to her breast, it's tempting to just pull down both straps of her dress and give her chest the attention it deserves. But doing that without her saying please first? No, he'll save his mouth on her breasts for when she says please. So he keeps her hands pinned, swirling his tongue against her with an energy he hopes will make her wonder what it would feel like between her thighs. ]

[ She likes that Bellamy's willing to laugh with her while they're fooling around because some people end up far too serious and while admittedly that's called for sometimes, she wants tonight to be fun. Things have been stressful for her back home, let alone being kidnapped and brought to some deserted island, and she wants a night where she can just blow off some steam. Something tells her he's looking for the same thing, too, and though neither of them wants their friendship to be just this, it's still nice that they can lend one another a hand.

Or a mouth, which he is unbelievably talented with. Since he's got her hands pinned Clary can't really grab onto him, so she settles for pressing her fingers into her palms and squirming beneath him, definitely wanting his tongue and teeth lower than her rune. ] God, Bellamy. [ She imagined his mouth on her when he mentioned counting her runes with it earlier, but the reality of it is so much better.

Her wrists move beneath his hands, testing how strong of a hold he's got. Maybe it's stupid of her but she's fairly certain if she protested or really tried to get her hands free he'd let it happen, but this attempt is just for show. Well, mostly just for show; she definitely wants to get her hands back onto his body. ]

What are you going to do if I don't say it? Hmm? [ It's difficult to sound defiant when you're flushed and a little breathless already, but she tries anyway. Honestly, though, it'll only take a little more of this before she caves. ]

[ Bellamy is the kind of guy - or at least he is at the age he's at now - who knows when to be serious and when to have a laugh. It's healthy to strike a balance between the two. It would be dangerous for him to take anything about tonight with Clary too seriously because the last thing he wants is to get attached to her when she has to go home one day and so does he. Tonight can't be about anything other than making each other feel good; about sex, or however far they get, or about deepening their friendship physically (he wants to deepen it on an intellectual level too - but for now, let them focus on being physical).

He likes the way she says his name, too. What hasn't he liked about her so far? Well, maybe the fact that she hasn't said please again yet, but even by not doing that she's making it more fun for Bellamy to get it out of her.

His hold on her isn't too tight - he'll even let her hands lift up a few inches from the bed, before pressing them back down again. If she really wanted him to let her wrists go, he's sure she'd tell him and not be looking up at him with that look on her face. ]

Maybe I'll leave. [ He's bluffing. He wouldn't do that. They've come too far for him to leave her. His body needs her too much to go. ] And once I'm gone, I guess you could get yourself off. I can picture it... [ Dress off, back arched off the bed, legs spread with her fingers between them. ] But wouldn't you rather say one word for me and be rewarded for it?

[ He leans down, delivering another biting kiss which he ends too quickly - on purpose - for her to truly enjoy it. ] Come on, Clary, I know it's on the tip of that teasing tongue of yours...

[ The repinning of her hands makes her let out an amused huff, pleased that he's not letting her go just yet. Though she imagines she could turn the tides easy enough (despite the small bed, she's been trained some in how to flip someone over from a position similar to this, though admittedly for other reasons) she does like his hold on her. It's playful but still incredibly hot. Which feels like a good description of their relationship thus far.

But the idea of him leaving, a bluff or not, sits poorly with her. Yes, she could most definitely get herself off, but she'd much rather him or his fingers be inside of her than her own. That quick, biting kiss just drives home how much she doesn't want him to go, too, and is exactly what he needs for her to finally say it. ]

I'd hate for you to go get yourself off, too. [ Because let's face it, Bellamy would be on his own as well and it definitely wouldn't be as much fun.

With her wrists still held to the bed, Clary lifts up enough that she can kiss him and right before their lips touch she says, in a low and seductive tone, ] Please. [ Then she kiss him, her teeth catching his lower lip to give him a bite in return. ]

Good point. [ A very good point, in fact. Obviously if she wanted him to leave, he'd go, but if all this anticipation led to the night ending with just him and his hand, he'd be pretty disappointed. Probably more so than Clary.

He was preparing to tell her to say the word like she means it - just in case she decided to defy him by saying it like she was bored - but she goes ahead and says it exactly how he wants her to. Not only that, she stretches up to kiss him and she's more than earned him releasing her. The only way he can respond to her seductive display is by groaning, letting go of her wrists to slip his hands under her back. ] You really know how to say that word.

[ He sits up on his knees and scoops her up with him, so she's straddling his thighs, her dress bunched up around her waist. He figures by having her sat upright with him, it'll be easier for her to remove her dress than it would be if she were lying down (he's someone who likes to think ahead).

But if anyone is going to be taking off their clothes first, it should be Bellamy, having promised he would after she said the magic word. He pulls his shirt up over his head with one hand, discarding it over the side of the bed, then focuses on her again. He can't remember the last time a girl's beauty had this effect on him, taking as much of her in with his eyes, his gaze roaming over her. ]

I'm glad you asked me to dance with you... I probably would have just spent the night watching you dance instead. [ And one thing he's learnt is dancing - at least with her - is much more fun. ]

[ The moment her hands are free they're at his sides, pushing beneath his shirt again, feeling the heat of his skin. It's as intoxicating as the sound he made and honestly, that alone might've been enough to get her to say whatever he wanted. ] Yeah, well, your mouth is pretty convincing. [ She's really hoping to experience his skill elsewhere on her body, too.

Clary settles easily - happily - in his lap and since he's got the shirt handled, she lets her hands move up his body, trailing after the fabric. Teasing him was fun but finally giving in? So worth it. She looks over his newly revealed body, bottom lip caught between her teeth, and then trails her fingers and palms up along the same path, taking her time with his abs and pecs. She was absolutely right earlier, too: getting a peek on the dancefloor wouldn't have been nearly as good as this. ]

As much as I would've enjoyed that— [ because the way he's looking at her, the desire obvious in his eyes, is thrilling ] —I definitely prefer being in your arms. [ Her hands circle around to Bellamy's back, exploring the muscles there as she leans down to press light, teasing kisses along his clavicle. ]

It's just getting started. [ He has a range of skills involving his mouth, all of which she might not discover tonight, but will learn over time.

Her hands against his stomach isn't anything new after all her touching before, but there's something about watching her admire his exposed skin, feeling over every muscle, that makes his cock twitch from beneath her. He's glad she didn't get a peek either because it's like her fingers have to explore every inch of him now he's no longer covered up. ]

I'm sure you would have, teasing me with your moves from across the room... [ Maybe that's something they can try if there's another party. Clary dancing for him - or with another girl, because god knows how hot that would be - for however long it would take for Bellamy to drag her off the dancefloor and have his way with her. ]

You can stay in them however long you like. [ Even though he's holding her with every intention of it going somewhere more sexual - he has to admit, he feels comfortable holding her, like they could stay in this position for hours, just kissing.

A hand gravitates to her ass, another reason why he made her sit upright with him, having better access to it than when she was lying down. ] So what do you plan on making me say, so your dress comes off next? [ His forefinger follows a path down her throat, trailing down her chest and into the space between her breasts. ] Or are you not a payback type of girl?

[ Clary's mind goes to the same place, (well, not exactly the same place because she doesn't include another girl) imagining dancing for him and him finally having enough of it, stalking across the room and kissing her passionately right then and there. How they may not be able to make it back to where either of them is staying and instead find a private room or area there... ]

Good; I wasn't really planning on leaving them anytime soon. [ Her words are murmured against his skin, peppered between kisses and the occasional nip before her tongue trails up along the side of his neck. Bellamy's hands on her, especially that finger teasing between her breasts, has her letting out another quiet sound of pleasure near his ear. Her hips shift, pressing herself closer against him, as she considers his questions for a moment. ]

You could tell me how badly you want it off, or what you'll do once I remove it. [ She remembers how easily he teased her about counting her runes with his mouth; surely a little more dirty talk won't be too much to ask of him. Especially with a little encouragement, which she offers by way of taking Bellamy's earlobe between her teeth to nibble on, soothing the same spot with her tongue just a moment later. ]

[ Her little encouragement threatens to wipe every coherent thought from his brain. It's easy to focus on the pleasure from her mouth on his ear, to roll his hips up against hers to generate friction between them, his clothed cock rubbing up against her center. ]

Hard to string a sentence together when you're doing that... [ He chuckles breathily - but he's not willing to give up without trying first. Besides, if he's not afraid to make a speech to a crowd, of course he isn't afraid of dirty talk. He has just the amount of confidence to pull it off. ]

I want your dress off so badly, I probably won't wait until you take it off - I'll do it myself. I just can't decide if I want to pull it up over your head so I can lay you back down, spread your legs and taste you... Or, if I should get a hold of those straps, drag them down your shoulders so your chest is as exposed as mine, then show my appreciation for your breasts with my tongue and my teeth.

[ Really though, it doesn't have to be Option A or Option B. It can be Option C: give her all the above. Give her everything. ]

You want it all, Clary? [ He settles a hand on one of her breasts, teasing at it with his thumb through the fabric where he knows her nipple is underneath. He'd give her his cock too if she wanted it, giving her one round with his mouth before finishing her off with her legs wrapped around his waist. ]

[ She inhales sharply when Bellamy's hips move and, desperate for more of that friction he created, Clary rolls her hips right back against his. Her hands slide down his arms, pausing for a moment to grip his biceps. And since he doesn't seem to really be having that much trouble putting words together, she continues to tease his ear as he speaks, her mouth eventually moving down the curve of his neck.

Although her mouth is busy, it doesn't stop her from letting out quiet, pleased noises at his ideas, her fingers digging into his arms. It's not hard for her to imagine how much she would enjoy all of it, considering the way his mouth teased her earlier. In fact, since the moment Bellamy's tongue traced the rune on her neck, she's been thinking about his face buried between her thighs.

Her back arches into his touch and it's certainly not hard for him to find her nipple; they're both hard, straining against the fabric of her dress, and it's not as though she has a bra beneath it creating another barrier. The question gets a slight nod as her mouth moves to his jaw. ]

I do. [ The words are mumbled against his skin before she nips lightly at the same spot. ] I want you, Bellamy. I want your mouth. [ That, she punctuates with a kiss. ] I want your hands. [ As she says that, she takes Bellamy's free hand and guides it between their bodies, beneath the bunched fabric at her thighs to press it against her center to let him feel how wet she is beneath her panties. Her other hand moves between them as well, grasping his erection through his pants to drive home the last thing she says: ] And I want you inside of me.

[ Something Bellamy really finds attractive in a girl is when she tells him exactly what she wants. The more direct, the better. He doesn't mind having to guess or figure out what a girl needs from him, but it just seems more straightforward to lay your cards on the table. There's less chance of anyone being disappointed if both parties are clear what they need from each other, right? So when Clary shares with him what her desires are, it's like icing on the cake for him.

He was wondering how wet she could be, as arrogant as that sounds. The way he sees it is, if he's hard from what they've done so far, it must be having some physical effect on her too since nothing has felt one-sided. So it's more than satisfying when she guides his hand under his dress and he discovers that she is as wet as he was hoping she'd be, maybe even wetter. It's enough to pull a moan of approval out of him, rubbing his fingers against the damp patch he feels, holding back from nudging it aside to slide them into wet heat he knows is waiting for him.

In terms of talking dirty, he thinks he's found his match. And the way she seizes his erection through his pants makes his hips jerk. With how much his cock has grown for her, his pants feel so tight he's going to have to undo them. ]

Don't get overexcited, I'm just giving my dick room to breathe... [ He laughs under his breath as he undoes the button on his pants and pulls the zipper down, giving her a glimpse of his underwear that's covering a significant bulge. He lets out an audible sigh like that's so much more comfortable for him. ]

It'd be so easy for me to skip to that last part... [ She's probably wet enough and he's definitely hard enough. His pants are already open. All he'd have to do is pull himself out, drag her underwear to one side and slip inside her. He could have her riding his lap in seconds... ]

Another time. [ Slow still feels like the best option tonight. ] Come here... [ He pulls her in for another much-needed kiss, before his hands get to work pulling both straps of her dress down her shoulders. At the sight of her peaked nipples, he wets his lips. ] Shit, I wish I could draw you right now... You're gorgeous.

[ Clary tries to be straightforward generally, not only in matters of sex, but she also appreciates Bellamy's dirty talk and wants to reciprocate. It's almost as good as actually having him touch and kiss her. It also makes her want to revisit the concept of sexting with him later because if he's this good in person, she can imagine he'd be even better over text where he's reliant solely on his words.

His moan is met with one of her own as his fingers start moving against her. That brief touch is nowhere near enough and when he pulls his hand away to deal with his pants, Clary very nearly replaces his fingers with her own. ] Tease, [ she laughs against his lips, though she does take the opportunity to get a glimpse of his erection straining against his underwear. ]

Another time had better be sometime tonight, [ she manages as he pulls her close again, her gaze flicking up to catch his in the brief seconds before they're kissing. Although it's tempting to grab his cock again and get a better feel through the thinner fabric, Clary opts for lacing the fingers of one hand through his hair instead. It leaves more room for her hips to press down into his again. She doesn't grind against him as she just wants to feel him pressed against her, but it'd be easy enough to get some friction.

The kiss doesn't last nearly long enough, but it's only fair he gets a good look at her topless like she'd gotten of him earlier. And though it may be a little crazy to get bashful at this point, Clary lets out a shy, quiet laugh, her hand dragging through her hair, pulling it over one shoulder. It blocks the rune on the side of her neck, though it's completely unintentional. ]

Thanks. [ Both arms settle around his neck, though she doesn't lean in to kiss him again just yet. He should get another moment to look her over. ] I'm in good company because you're gorgeous, too, Bellamy. [ Unfairly so, really. ] I'm going to have a hard time concentrating when I finally get around to sketching you.

[ Shit, that's a cute laugh. It's funny how he finds things cute about her, but she's also so many levels of hot at the same time. And he's glad she takes the compliment, rather than tell him he's wrong. He knows he's not wrong. He isn't blind. She's stunning. Anyone can see it, especially him now, lucky enough to have her on his lap with her dress pooled around her waist. ]

Thanks. [ He accepts the compliment because he knows he's not ugly and he didn't work on his abs for nothing, so it's nice to hear a girl appreciate his body. ] I wonder how many times you're gonna attempt to sketch me and we're gonna end up doing this...

[ He grins at her before leaning in for another kiss. He can picture her starting a drawing of him, adding a little more detail every session, but ultimately it taking a while to finish because drawing leads to fooling around every time.

What might surprise her is despite her being topless - which would make you think he'd touch her breasts post-haste - instead he slides a hand back under her dress. He knows what he's doing. He has a plan. Nudging the strip of her panties aside, he soaks his fingers by pressing them into her wet heat, well and truly coating them. The idea is he wants them as wet as possible.

His hand comes back out from under dress and settles against one of her breasts. He rubs his wet fingers against the nipple, spreading her moisture around it until the tip is glistening. ] Mmm, that's better. [ And so he ducks his head, his hand cupped around her breast as he opens his mouth, stretching out his tongue to lick her nipple, to taste her. He swirls his tongue around it, catches the nipple between his lips in a kiss, drags his teeth against it... ]

[ Clary has no doubt that most of their sessions will end up with them at least hardcore making out before they part ways. She can't really imagine it ending up any other way considering it's their first night here and they're already topless in one another's arms. Not that you'll find her complaining at all.

Their kiss once again muffles the sound of her moan as his fingers dip inside of her, a shudder of pleasure rippling through her. Her own fingers move to his shoulders, gripping them for a moment. Foolishly she'd thought Bellamy was going to keep his hand there so when his fingers disappear, leaving her feeling unbelievably empty, she lets out a surprised and frustrated noise. ] Bellamy...

[ Then his fingers are on her breast and while it's not as good, it's still enjoyable - and leads to something even more enjoyable. The sound she lets out this time is part moan and part laugh. ] You're evil, you know that? [ But she hardly seems to mind. The graze of his teeth has her gasping, fingers knotting once more in his hair. She drops her head back and though her hips press down into his again, keeping them close, she just surrenders herself for the time being to his mouth. ]

[ He can definitely picture saying goodbye to her being hard (emphasis on the word 'hard'). And it might take up to half an hour to actually separate because kissing is fun and there's only so long you can kiss someone before it leads to something else. He'd be interested in knowing how many minutes of kissing from him it would take to change her mind about leaving him at all.

He doesn't want to think about her leaving right now, not when he has her for the next few hours... Damn, an hour hasn't even passed yet and they're having so much fun already. She'll feel the vibrations from his chuckle while his mouth is still on her breast. His lips are shiny and red when he pulls back. ] This is evil to you? [ Well, maybe it is a little, seeing as he's tasting her but not the most traditional way, the way she'd feel the most pleasure. But he'll get to that later. He has to tease her first for her orgasm to feel all the more satisfying later. That's how foreplay works. ]

I'm just making sure these - [ he pinches a nipple between his thumb and forefinger ] - are hydrated. [ He smirks at her, his hand slipping back under her dress so he can moisten his fingers again. He repeats the process on her other breast, so both have been given equal attention, groaning against the flesh in his mouth when her fingers tighten his hair. The third time he wets his fingers, he rubs them against a tattoo near her wrist, holding it up to his mouth so he can swipe his tongue against it. ]

I can't wait to taste you properly... [ Soon. Just let him look one minute longer at her in his lap, both her breasts rosy pink from his teasing. ]

Oh! [ She can't help the sound of surprise when he pinches her nipple like that, though it quickly devolves into another laugh. ] Sure— [ She sucks in a breath when his fingers dip into her again, though this time she's expecting it a little more and isn't as disappointed when they disappear a moment later. ] And teasing me isn't at all an intended part of the process...

[ Although if Clary were really bothered by it, she wouldn't be letting him continue. She's actually enjoying it, which is quite obvious based on the quiet noises she's making and the way her body reacts instinctually, arching into him as though seeking out more attention. And as much as she greatly enjoyed his mouth on her breasts, when Bellamy changes it up that third time and instead goes for her wrist, she opens her eyes again to watch him.

There's something oddly intimate about watching him lick the rune there and it makes a fresh wave of heat rush through her, pooling between her legs as a dull, throbbing ache. ]

I can't, either. [ Yet the hand in his hair tugs his head back from her wrist so she can kiss him instead, her tongue moving against his to taste the faint traces of herself in his mouth. She's fairly certain that she'll never get tired of kissing Bellamy, though it is frustrating because while she wants to continue this, she also really wants to see if his tongue can get her off as easily as she imagines it can. ]

I want to taste you at your wettest, Clary. [ He recognizes something in her eyes when she watches him lick the tattoo near her wrist. It almost feels like a special spot, an area he might reach for in the future during intimate moments between them, seizing hold of her hand to kiss the inside of her wrist.

(He's sure she'll fuck others here - so will he, they have to - but maybe the spot on her wrist will be just for him. Maybe she won't let anyone else's mouth go there because that's Bellamy's spot, an area of skin reserved only for him. She's his first here. That's always going to make her special to him.)

She isn't afraid to taste herself on his mouth, pausing his teasing antics to allow her the pleasure of more heated kissing. It's the kind of kissing that's so tongue-filled, it would make anyone in the same room blush from hearing the noises alone. He can sense her frustration though and takes pity on her, his hands settling against her back so he can guide her back down again. ]

Lift your hips for me. [ He instructs her once she's lying on her back, so he'll be able to slide down her dress - and her panties too. He wants nothing in the way for when he goes down on her. ]

[ If that's what he wants, that's definitely what he's going to get. She's fairly certain, especially after that kiss, that she's never been this wet in her entire life. Though it's hard to gauge when all she can think about is him between her legs and the warmth of his chest against her own as they kiss.

As for that spot on her wrist - reserving it specifically for him won't necessarily be something she thinks of until someone else goes for it. But it's incredibly likely she'll stop them without even fully realizing it. Just like for him, the fact that he's her first here will make their connection unique. Of course, Bellamy just being Bellamy would accomplish that, she thinks.

Settling on the bed, Clary takes a long moment to look over his body again. Only after she gets her fill does she lift her hips, helping to push her clothing off. ] I want you naked, too, Bellamy. [ They'll get to it, she knows but: ] I want to see how hard you are before you show me just how good you are with your mouth.

[ He's just managed to pull her dress down her legs and is about to start on her underwear next when he hears her request. It's a fair one. He should have at least taken his boots off a while ago. ]

All right. [ It's not like his dick doesn't look like it's straining to get out of his pants anyway, which is probably all the more reason she wants to see all of him. He sits with his legs over one side of the bed to unlace his boots and pull off his socks, glancing over at her to see if she's watching. He stands up to let his pants fall, stepping out of them, and all she'll be able to see from her position is his ass covered by black boxer briefs. Then his bare ass is on show once his underwear gets pushed down his legs, stepping out of those too.

He finally turns around, kneeling back on the bed, wrapping his hand around his erection not just to emphasize to her how hard he is, but because it needs something, just a brief touch, then he'll be able to focus on Clary. ]

Happy now?

[ Oh, Clary is definitely watching. The moment he pulls away from her, she lifts up onto her elbows for a better view. More than that, she lifts a leg and brushes her foot and calf across his back as he works on his boots because apparently she just can't quite get enough of touching him.

When he stands, she actually pushes up into a more seated position, one hand on the bed to keep her up. The other idly pulls her hair over one shoulder and then ends up at her mouth so she can bite the edge of her thumb while he undresses. Yeah, there's absolutely no way she would've been able to sketch him tonight without getting completely distracted.

Her eyes roam unabashedly and oh so slowly over his body, taking her time before she meets his gaze. And then she grins, wide and pleased. ] Very happy, thank you. It's even better than I imagined. [ Does she specifically mean his dick, or just him being naked? Both, probably.

She pushes herself up the rest of the way to close the distance between them for a kiss. Her hands move to Bellamy's thighs, dragging slowly up until she could easily reach out and touch his dick. But she doesn't. Not yet, anyway, because she has a feeling that if she did, he wouldn't finish what he started when he took her dress off. ]

[ Her reaction to him in his naked glory earns a chuckle from him. It's that smile of hers that's both flattering and endearing to him. ]

Good. I don't know what I would have done if you'd said no. [ He jokes but the reality is he probably would had to avoid her out of embarrassment. Thankfully she likes what she sees. And what she'll inevitably end up feeling as well...

But for the moment she wants another kiss, which he indulges her with, even if it does delay his plans for her. The feeling of her hands against his thighs encourages him to get back on track though, pulling apart from the kiss so he can move down her body and tuck his fingers into the waistband of her underwear. They get dragged down her legs and once they're free from her feet, he tosses them aside and admires Clary lying in front of him. ]

I could get used to this view. [ His hands moves up her calves and if she isn't letting her legs fall open for him, he's spreading them himself. ] Especially this view... [ He gets comfortable on his stomach, leaning on bent elbows. Grabbing hold of a thigh, he licks a path up the inside of it, watching her face. ]

[ Though she's admittedly sad for the kiss to end, Clary knows it's for a good reason, so she doesn't protest. Her hips lift to help him with her underwear, another somewhat bashful smile spread across her face as he looks her over. ]

Good. [ Her legs fall open easily for him - she'd be crazy to keep them together after all that teasing earlier. ] I could get used to it, too. [ As Bellamy gets settled, Clary keeps her gaze on him. As much as she enjoyed seeing him naked, she's fairly certain she prefers this view.

Which is why it's torture for her eyes to fall shut as his tongue passes over her thigh, but she can't stop it. ] That tickles, [ she says, though her voice sounds far more turned on than amused. Her hand moves to his head, fingers finding a home in his hair once more as she shifts somewhat beneath him. ] Why do I have a feeling you're going to tease me again?

Maybe I wouldn't tease you so much if I didn't see how well it works on you.

[ He's not exactly being subtle with what he thinks is a clear indication that she likes being teased - how wet she is - by glancing down at her center and back up at her face again. He kisses down the other side of her thigh, so both are glistening from his tongue. ]

Have you ever rode a guy's face before? [ It's not on the agenda tonight but it's certainly something they should consider in the future. Whether she's done it before or not, he thinks it'd be very fun for her to experience from him. ] You should ride mine sometime...

[ Finally, his face ducks down into the area she needs it the most, using the flat of his tongue to slowly drag against her folds. Fingers of one hand spread her flesh for his mouth while the fingers from his other clench into her thigh. She'll feel breaths from his nose and mouth tickling her but it can't be helped when what he's doing makes his breathing heavy. He thought tasting her from wherever his wet fingers touched tasted good, but this? This is where his meal is at. This is where he can really go to town on her and it's not long before his tongue explores her in greedy strokes. ]

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