OPEN RP PART II: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

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Open RP (smutty version)

 

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[dickshots]

Thankless work bein' a tyrant. [Her free hand slinks back down to his scalp, thumb sinking lower underneath the edge of his collar - nothing salacious about it.] Thankless, hard work.

You know the drill.

[Still, rough as she is, rewarding good behavior's all part of the fun. Loving the feeling of a jolt of pain doesn't mean that like anything else it doesn't get old if it's all a constant. Suspense, tension, climax-- satisfaction: has to work hand-in-hand.]

[pandornah]

Uh-uh.

[The reply is incredibly petulant, and his uninjured arm is swung over to lay across his own eyes. As far as he's concerned, this is an injustice.]

Tell you what. You have my permission to thank the hell out of me, OK?

[dickshots]

[And she laughs at that, all genuine amusement as the scratching at his scalp goes sharp behind an ear, right where it'll do its magic on a particularly sensitive nerve. Handsome Jack never was one to skimp on the self-gratitude front.

She just also doesn't expect him to go easy on the martyrdom front when things get hard, either.] You saying I don't already?

[pandornah]

[He goes sharp in her lap and makes a groaning noise when then tension aggitates his arm. Jack's face stays pressed against her stomach as he inhales to fight the sensation. If she keeps up that pressure, he'll pass out in short order.]

You can never thank me enough. Don't forget that.

[dickshots]

Jack? [Her head tilts, shadowing him while her fingers ride down along the base of his neck. The hand at his chest is entirely still where it'd been left.]

[pandornah]

What.

[Its said into her stomach and the fabric of her shirt. Its the only way he's willing to admit defeat. He's still tense, but whether that's a result of her or its because he's still upset, its impossible to tell.]

[dickshots]

[It's the hand she's kept at his neck that makes bracing him easy, giving her enough room to dip down and set her mouth to the base of his throat where he's curled against her (a kiss that's all easy affection despite his hemming and hawing) nose scuffing across delicate skin as an afterthought. A nod from one feral creature to another that signifies a certain fondness beyond the familiar.

When she finally speaks up, it's muttered against the muscle of his neck:] Shut the hell up.

[pandornah]

[Whether its the kiss, the scuff, or the comment that gets Jack to lift his face out of her stomach and fix her with the absolute most unimpressed stare ever is hard to say. But it sticks there for a few long moments before he complies and turns his head again to rest. He might even smile for just a brief moment because god damn she's hot when she tries to order him around.

He'll plan the kitten cookout later.]