knightsoflegend | LAS VEGAS ♔ DON'T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME

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LAS VEGAS ♔ DON'T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME

One of The Drunks - Panic! At The Disco

WHO || Kenzi, Paige, Bo, Groot, Rocket, You? ~~Gatecrashers~~ Others welcome.
WHAT || Vegas Baby!
WHERE || Pandora in Vegas, Nevada.
WHEN || March, 2018
HOW || Action Spam.

[ Kenzi had threatened Paige with a ladies night and of course, if anyone needed a night out it was Bo. The fact that there's also a talking Tree, a drinking Raccoon and... Drax? It's Kenzi. Why is anyone shocked by the people that she spends time with? She has ideas and they spin out of control and you just sort of hang on for the ride. It's her way. She may have casually mentioned they were coming here to a few other people, so if you happen to show up as well? The more the merrier.

The location itself isn't exactly filled with the garish glitz and glamor that a person generally associates with Vegas. Pandora has a British Pub meets modern day speakeasy feel to it. It's known for its signature cocktails with names like Panty Dropper and the Hot Little Mess and you can always count on live entertainment in the form of dancers, magicians, a band and of course, a DJ. It also happens to be one of the few clubs that has an open door policy where Shadowkind are concerned. Whether they'll be rethinking said policy after tonight? We just don't know. ]

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[ When it's hot and heavy and careening ahead at a frantic pace, she doesn't have time to think or feel her way through it but this? This is different not just because she can savor the feel of his lips on her own or the way her body molds to his. It's that sudden surge of fluttering that rolls through her chest at the tenderness of the kiss, the erratic stammer of her heart that she can't entirely dismiss as hormones as his moan surrounds her, rolls through her and draws a whimper from her own lips.

She can feel the sway of her body as the kiss breaks, the bright, dancing lights from beyond their little hallway teasing her senses from beneath heavy lidded eyes and it's almost like she can feel his gaze on her as his breath skims past her lips. Kenzi lifting her chin enough to look at him just as that question passes his lips.

She sways into him, her grip on him tightening and there is no denying how turned on she is right now. Her lips parting and a groan escaping as she shifts into his touch, encouraging the path his hand is taking. ]

If you keep saying things like that I'm going to have to seriously rethink my answer on the Hotel. [ No Peter. You're quite safe... though she might kill you now if you don't follow through. ]

[ that brings some of that perma-smirk back, but then his lips are busy catching hers again as his fingers ghost up between her legs, dancing with deft precision of pressure across her center through the silky fabric there, and following the line of the band up so that he can start dragging her panties very slowly downwards. he breaks off the kiss to press his lips to the underside of her jaw again, and then her neck, and down the neckline of her dress towards her cleavage as his fingers continue to work her underwear off at a very deliberate pace. his tongue follows the swell of one breast as he sinks down onto his knees, his free hand moving up to fondle the other.

as his knees hit the cement floor, he pauses to look up at her, still with that damnable smile dancing in his eyes. ] Not too late. [ except yes it is, because this train ain't stopping. ]

[ Her eyes flutter closed once more and for once in all their encounters, she actually allows herself to let go. No overthinking what it means, whether it's a smart decision or not. It's just the way his lips brush over her skin, the tug of material as he drags her underwear down her body, the sudden loss of contact as he lowers himself down onto his knees and draws her gaze back to his face.

There's this look of quiet awe as she meets his gaze and it occurs to her, this is not something she usually allows. She's the one who likes to take control, who likes to give rather than receive but she can't even focus on that too long when he's looking at her like the only thing he needs to be fulfilled in life is to taste her right here in the hallway of this club. ]

Ask me again at the end of the night. [ Her voice made husky with desire as her hand moves out to run her fingers through his hair, Kenzi unwilling, or maybe even unable to look away from him right now. ]

[ he'll take it.

boy, will he take it.

there's a glint of victory in his eyes at even the possibility, whether it goes anywhere or not, and he moves back to press a few kisses down her stomach through her dress as his hand finishes pulling her panties down, letting them drop the rest of the distance to her ankles. his mouth continues its journey south, and he delivers a few teasing kisses right through her dress between her legs, before his hand comes up to push it up and out of the way.

his eyes lock on everything that's now exposed to the dim light, and there's a bit of awe there of his own as for a second he just looks her over in complete appreciation, his expression awash in lust. finally, he leans in to kiss the bare skin of her hip, up towards her stomach, where his tongue lazily circles her belly button. his right hand shifts down to give her a few talented strokes and he lets out a sound that's almost a growl of sexual frustration as he stops just long enough to murmur in a half-groan: ] You smell amazing, for the record. [ he doesn't give her long to chew on that before his fingers are slowly spreading her apart and his head dips so that his tongue can join the party. remember that great dex check he rolled earlier? still in effect.

the first few passes that his tongue makes are lighter, almost too light, to the point where that very sensitive bundle of nerves down there is probably screaming. but with another groan of pleasure, it doesn't take very long before he's picking up the pace. i mean, for a man, he seems to have a decent enough understanding of said pacing most of the time (wisdom 12) but with that technique of his, there's not a lot of room for complaints as he eats her out with what can only be described as uh... plentiful enthusiasm. ]

[ Oh she's already planning a conversation with Bo and if there's even a chance that she can wrangle their motley crew home for the night... Even if there's not? You'd be surprised what she can do with blankets on a Nevada night in March.

She doesn't fight the look of pleasure that pulls at her features as he carves a path down her body. A soft gasp making her fingers close around the length of his hair at the heat of his breath through the thin material of her dress and her face almost seems to glow from the light of the exit sign as she looks down at him, her hair creating a dark curtain that surrounds her as she drinks in the look on his face as he appreciates her, the way he looks to be worshiping her on his knees and it sends a surge of butterflies through her body. His gaze making her feel worthy of that kind of desire in a way she never has before.

Just one touch and her head is pressing back against the wall, Kenzi's fingers pushing through his hair but it's his words that threaten to bring her down right along with him as they go through her like a physical thing. Never in her life could she have imagined wanting to hear those words, but when he said it? The way he said it - dear god if he hadn't immediately distracted her with his mouth she would have been saying a lot of things she wouldn't be able to take back.

It's not enough, the teasing making her rock her hips forward. Chasing the friction her body craves and he reads her well enough to push her to the very brink, and then soothes the frustration with an experienced pass of his tongue. ]

Oh-my-god... Peter. [ It's almost amusing in how surprised she sounds as the words spill out, Kenzi lifting a hand to clamp over her mouth as if to keep her from crying out but it's not enough to silence the moans that rumble through her chest and there's nothing that can disguise the look of unabashed pleasure that twists her features.

The only thing she could complain about tonight, is the fact that it would be over far sooner than she'd like. (Fort 13)]

[ the way she cries out his name, and the way she has to resort to muffling her reactions causes him to smile right against her, even as he redoubles his efforts, his fingers, lips, and tongue working in tandem to bring her to a stunning climax sooner rather than later. he pulls away just enough to watch her writhing, glancing up to catch her expression as his fingers continue to gently pump in and out of her once, twice more, increasingly slowly as he winds her back down. the smile drops for a moment into a look of transfixed wonder at every little reaction her body evinces.

when he pulls his fingers fully out, she can hear how wet she is, and he traces his hands down her legs to grasp her panties and pull them slowly back up, getting to his feet as he raises them back into place, until he's right up in her grill again, drinking in her post-orgasm glow.

annd he lifts his fingers right up to mouth to get one final taste, his eyes holding hers in the smile that returns to his face, eminently pleased with all of that ] I could do that all day.

[ It's not just that he's capable of pulling her apart and making it look effortless... it's that he seems to get off on it almost as much as he had when he'd been buried inside of her and that, even more than the expert way his fingers twist and curl, even more than the flicker of his tongue and press of his lips is what has her crying out against the palm of her hand. Her body writhing, her features twisted, every nerve inside of her so overstimulated that she's ready to scream his name for anyone and everyone to hear.

Even after he's pushed her over the edge he doesn't stop, letting her ride out the euphoric high of her climax with his fingers still stroking her. Her legs trembling as she struggles to hold herself up, the wall he's pressed her against the only thing that allows her to remain vertical.

A whimper of a groan answers the withdrawal of his fingers, Kenzi's head dipping forward as he sets her to rights and then he's right there... pulling her out of that post-orgasmic haze as she somehow manages to focus on his face despite the cloud of lingering lust that hangs over her.]

Oh my god... [ How is anyone allowed to be this hot?! Oh my god, she is so screwed. She is so screwed. She is so screwed. ]

Oh - wow, you were... not kidding about the things you could do with your mouth. [ She's aware, that's probably something she should have kept to herself but he literally just, cleaned her off his fingers with his mouth so. She may have lost the ability to edit herself. Ever again. ]

Wait - wait a minute - [ Give her a second to process what just happen and then process the fact that her underwear is now back on. That would have been easier to achieve if she weren't looking into his eyes and now she just needs to breathe - breathing is good - breathing in and breathing out. ]

What about you?

[ he takes a half step back, settling one hand on the wall beside her head as he glances down at the way his pants are comically strained at the moment, before he looks back up at her ] Him? Oh, he's just... like that most of the time, honestly. [ the joke gives way to the actual truth quickly enough, his tone somewhere between sheepish, self-flagellating, and at least a little hopeful underneath it ] I didn't, uh... bring anything. I wasn't really expecting-- [ it's probably a good sign that he didn't have a condom with him when all he was planning to do was go race cars with his professed bff, but he's sure regretting it now ] But I mean, if you're-- [ the look he shoots her is almost furtive, trying to suss out what she's game for, without directly asking, and apparently can't get enough of a read to feel comfortable finishing that thought. ] I can always... deal with it. He just needs a minute.

[ For somebody who has just been told that the guy they really want to have sex with right now, didn't have a condom? She looks way too happy but he's right, it is a good sign and she's quick to do the math and for once? Draw a conclusion that works in his favor. While her Will Save might be saying fuck it, at least she has her sense to fall back on, breaking out a Nat 20 Wisdom Check to realize they can wait for most things until they've remedied that problem.

That doesn't mean she's going to leave him hanging... ]

What? You thought I was going to give you blue balls and be on my way? [ Amusement dancing in her eyes, not at his predicament but because Holy Shit, Peter Quill. The number of points you have scored this evening... ]

He doesn't need a minute. [ Hooking her fingers into the waist of his pants and tugging. ] He needs attention.

[ he lets his body be pulled obediently forward a bit by the action, as his lips curve back up with aroused delight. his fingers brush against her arm as he studies her expression and he does a nice job of masking his relief over here ]

I mean, definitely... not complaining about that option either.

[ Even if she notices, she won't begrudge him that relief. What counts is that he didn't even ask, that he must have realized before he even got on his knees that he wasn't going to be able to seal the deal completely and yet it didn't stop him. He was a hundred percent ready to walk away with nothing to show for it than a very, grateful Kenzi and that, perhaps more than his lack of condom, is exactly why the next words come out of her mouth. ]

I'm sure there'll be plenty of places to buy condoms on the way to the Hotel. [ She didn't fail that last Will Save for nothing, Peter.

That's not to say she's going to make him wait until then at least, Kenzi pushing off and maneuvering him back so that he's now the one pressed to the wall. Her eyes, never once leaving his as she manhandles him, despite their notable difference in height. The flutter of nerves that always seemed to be there when he was leading things, disappear now that she's in control. A quiet smile, dancing across her lips as she reaches to tug his belt loose.]

You are... full of surprises, huh.

[ Thinking back to her words to him in the training room. Surprise me, and maybe I'll stick around. She'd had no idea then, how fitting those words would end up being, or how much she might grow to mean them. She leans in to press her lips to his chest, exhaling a hot stream of air through his shirt. Her knuckle trailing the outline of his hardened length as deft fingers make quick work of his fly (you're appreciating that earlier dex check now, huh). Then she lifts her chin, her hand slipping past the folds of his pants to rub against him through the thin material of his boxer briefs, as she adds; ]

So am I.

[ victory for star-lord

as he's pushed back against the wall, still happily following her lead, his smile widens to a full on grin at basically everything that is happening right now. his head rolls back against the wall as she starts kissing his chest, and then he lets out what is a less than dignified groan of need as her hand finds its way into his pants and she gives him the first slightest dose of relief to his no doubt very hard and very needy dick. ] Hnn.

[ she's not the only one who gets compromised into saying things they probably shouldn't, as he breathily admits: ] I was really hoping you would say that.

[ Her teeth roll over her lower lip to try and stifle her answering grin, but nothing can conceal the light that dances in her eyes when those words pass his lips. She should be kind, do for him what he does for her by not commenting on it, but she can't help the teasing; ] Really? [ As she rubs against his length.

Her gaze flits over his features, tracing the curve of that grin and she tries to distract him from her need to withdraw her hand by pressing her mouth to his chest once more. His scent filling her head as she breathes him in and her hand moves to the waist of his pants, her teeth scraping against the material of his shirt as she carves a path down his body and pushing his pants down with her.

Just like he had with her, she allows herself the time to appreciate him fully. Openly drinking in his muscular frame as she lowers herself down onto her knees. Even the cold concrete against her bare skin can't distract her from what she wants and he needs, Kenzi drawing it out as she runs her hands up the outside of his legs, his thighs but not allowing herself to touch him again until she's sure he's about to lose his mind - and she will know when he gets to that point, reading every reaction he has to her touch like it's a set of simple instructions. (Wis 20 total)]

I could get used to seeing you like this... [ At her mercy? Eagerly waiting for her or just simply while she's on her knees. All three are honest answers as she looks up at him from her place on the ground.

Still, she doesn't touch him, not quite yet anyway. Kenzi instead leaning in to press an open mouth kiss against the bulge in his underwear. Exhaling another stream of hot air against him as her eyes rake over his face. It's those reactions she looks for, lives for, be they big or small and her gaze remains transfixed as her lips brush against his length, while her hands finally move to start guiding his boxer briefs down his body.]

I've wanted to do this ever since you kissed me. [ Not tonight, but in the training room when she'd demanded he do so. The image of her pulling him apart not one she'd been able to get rid of. ]

[ she is driving him absolutely insane. the noise he makes when she starts kissing him through his underwear should probably be illegal. much as it was for her, it's not just what she's doing down there, but the fact that she seems just as thrilled at the idea as he does that makes it so much hotter for him. his head droops again so that he can watch everything she's up to, one hand finding its way to her head so that his fingers can comb through her hair. the image of her between his legs admitting that she'd been fantasizing about this is one that's going to stay burned in his skull for awhile.

but man, it's making the wait absolutely agonizing, which is probably why the word drops from his lips, strained as it is. ] Please. Kenzi. [ his fingers curve a bit through her hair, signalling his ever increasing need for her touch ]

[ It's almost like she's rewarding him for that plea. No more drawing it out, no immediate teasing. Just the slightest turn of her head so that her warm breath skims along his sensitive length and then she's wrapping her fingers around his girth. A flicker of something close to triumph in her eyes as they remain locked on his face and she can't help herself - the ghost of a smile that plays on her lips as she gently pulls from base to tip leaving none of him untouched;

Better?

[ Her tongue slips past the barrier of her lips as she starts with almost painfully slow strokes, Kenzi hyperaware of every moan, ever twitch of his cock and filing away those reactions. It only takes her another moment to drag her gaze from his face to appreciate him fully. Taking him in without an ounce of shame as if she's been wanting to do this from the moment she'd freed him, or perhaps even longer. She doesn't need to sell it, no faking the admiration in her features as she finds an easy rhythm. He didn't get so sure of himself because he was overcompensating and that soft groan of appreciation is made sweeter by the hand that now grips his thigh.

As she leans in her eyes flicker back up towards his face, watching him intently as she presses her lips against his hip bone but then she's trailing a line of them along with his groin, her warm breath fanning over his length as she kisses her way from base to tip. It has to be close to torture, the relief of friction mingling with the desperate need for more and there's something dancing in her eyes that says she knows exactly what she's doing to him and is incredibly turned on by it.

Her thumb glides out to roll over the head of his cock, Kenzi sliding her tongue past her lips to tease him a moment before she's guiding him towards relief. There's the parting of lips, another teasing swipe of her tongue as she squeezes his leg but then she's taking him in her mouth. Just the tip - then a little more, a soft moan vibrating through his shaft as all the while her hand continues to work the rest of his length and those eyes he seems to like so much, remain fixed on his. ]

[ make you feel - alina baraz ft galimatias

he's immune to approximately 0% of what she's doing, and she's rewarded for her actions as his breaths become an audible thing, interspersed with hisses, tiny hums and louder moans, not to mention a sound as she takes him partially into her mouth and stares up at him that way that sounds almost like a whine, before transforming into: ]

Oh god, Kenzi, you look so fucking hot. [ his hand is slipping into an actual grip now on her hair, as if he needs it more for ballast than anything. his words are taut with the strain of desire, as if he's forgotten how to breathe entirely and has to squeeze each word out. ] That's the best thing I've ever seen. [ whether that's true or not, right now he seems to fully believe it and be utterly content with the sight of her with her hand, lips, tongue giving such incredible attention to his cock.

he breaks eye contact only to glance down the hall for the first time, suddenly very aware of what a vulnerable state he's in and how badly he just wants to be able to let loose when she really gets going, but paranoid that it's going to bring someone coming and put an abrupt end to this. but the coast is clear enough that his eyes squeeze closed again at the next sensation and draw another moan from his lips. ]

[ It's as if this is what she's been waiting for, the sight of him coming undone. Every touch, every moan all orchestrated to tear him apart at the seams and it doesn't matter whether there's any sincere truth in those words. He's too out of his mind to try and say things just because he thinks she wants to hear them and is far too incapable of pulling off smooth.

Right here, at this moment he means it and that more than anything else is what puts an end to the slow, drawn-out tease. Her gaze falls away as she sinks into the sounds of his pleasure, her nails dancing along his abdomen as her hand disappears beneath the material of his shirt and she begins to work his length with an enthusiasm that is only equal to his own when their positions had been reversed. She takes more of him with every bob of her head, her hand working the moisture down to the base of his cock and the two work in tandem now to drive him towards the edge, as every noise he makes is met with an answering moan.

You'd swear that the pleasure from her as real, that his responses give her a high in a way that's different, but not unlike what he could do with his hands and mouth and with that 22 Dex check from earlier? This might not be the sexual encounter they'd planned when they'd escaped to this hallway, but that hardly seems like a bad thing now as she increases the friction of her touch and the speed of her movements. He isn't the only one that could have gladly spent all day on their knees and he'd see proof of that in the hazy, lust-filled glances that come every so often as she seeks out that edge of pleasure and tries to push beyond it. ]

[ with his 21 fort save, i'm sorry about that sore jaw, kenzi, because he's just milking this moment for all its worth and while he crests closer and closer, gives no sign that he's about to climax anytime soon. but he is at least giving her everything she could ask for in terms of reactions, and eventually he crit fails a will save and uses that hand to help guide her head now and again to deliver just what he needs in any given moment, fingers digging through her hair. interspersed between the many gasps of pleasure that he's making are numerous running comments, some of which are barely discernible as actual intelligible words. eloquent things along the lines of "Fuck yes" "Oh, right there" "Please don't fucking stop" "God, that's good, that's perfect" as well as various and sundry exhalations of profanity and plenty of taking the Lord's name in vain. ]

[ This. Bitch. Never mind her jaw, you better be buying her some knee pads as a thank you for the head because she's wearing a dress and is kneeling on concrete as you beg her not to stop. At least be grateful she rolled a Fort 23. Yeah. You're welcome.

If she minds his helping hand, it certainly doesn't show. Kenzi allowing him to lead her before she takes back control and it's those barely intelligible utterances that seem to direct her the most. Like she wants nothing more than to hear him let go and say every filthy thing that rolls through his mind whenever she (finally because JFC Peter, why), brings him to climax.

Her own moans grow louder, echoing his, the vibrations rolling through him and the hand that greedily explores any part of him that she can reach, now moves to give him her complete attention. She takes him deeper, pushing to the point of discomfort and you bet your ass a rolled a Fort Save and once again Peter... you're fucking welcome because she just... Nat 20'd.

There better be gifts for how good this blowjob is.]

[ how about a ride in his spaceship kenz. is that a gift.

because being deepthroated right now sure as fuck is. good lord, the sound that rips out of his throat is almost animalistic and his free hand literally smacks the wall beside himself a few times as he starts giving her a rushed warning, probably only barely in time: ] Fuck, Kenz, I'm gonna cum. I'm so close-- [ what she does with that is entirely up to her but there is no stopping this train now. ]

[ ... Can she drive it?

Peter, please. She did not roll this well so far to gag on your shit at the last second. With her Sense Motive of 39, she knows what's coming (pun intended) before he even hits the wall, easing back just enough as his hips start to erratically jerk with the rise of his own climax. (Ref Save 35. Oh yeah. She got this.)

It's now that she looks up at him again, watching his face twist as he finally lets go and ya know, there is just no way to 'sexy answer' the does she spit or swallow question... so lets just say that both Peter and her dress can thank her that the answer to this is the former.

She rides out the motions of his orgasm with him, slowly easing her head back as her strokes slow to a gentle stop, leaning into him, both out of some desire for physical contact and to give her damn knees some relief. Her lips pressing against his groin, his inner thigh, his leg before she rests her chin against it, enjoying the view as he basks in that post-orgasm glow with a little smile playing across her lips. ]

[ well, that just made it all the better for him to be honest, and as she leans against him, he takes a moment to recover from just leaning back against the wall in complete bliss to say: ] Holy shit.

[ it's not long before he's reaching down to prop a hand on her arm and guide her back up off from the ground, pulling her against him. he should probably pull his pants up, but hold on, he just wants her close for a moment while his brain is still in this delicious hazed state. ] You-- [ he seems at a loss for where to go with that, as if he can't even put it in words, his eyes falling closed for a moment, eyebrows lifted in a state of total 'i can't' before he opens them again ] That was... [ finish your sentences, peter

his chest is still heaving a bit with slower but deep breaths, which isn't helping matters. ] Fuck.

[ There is just something about seeing the man who is never at a loss for a word or a smooth line... rendered incapable of stringing a sentence together and knowing that you did that. There's also just something about Kenzi that means she can't help the shit-eating grin on her face as he guides her to her feet and she leans into him. Her body acting as a shield for anyone who might look this way as she runs her hand up his still heaving chest. ]

You're welcome. [ Yep. This bitch too okay. This. Bitch. Too. ]

[ he's having a hard time pulling himself back together over here alright. be proud of yourself. in fact, he seems to just forget that he's not wearing pants in this public space. ]

So, uh... hotel?

[ Oh. She is. It's written all over her face as she grins wider still, having to bite the inside of her cheeks to keep from laughing. ]

Hotel... [ She echoes with a bounce of her eyebrows and then as if to help him focus, she dances her free hand down his side until she's grazing his bare leg. ]

Though maybe you should start with pants?

LAS VEGAS ♔ DON'T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME

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