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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[ 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?

Overrated. But ... you've probably got a point. [ and he will reach down to yank everything back up in place and fasten his pants and belt once more ] And I suppose you've got some rounds to make first.

Yes, they are... [ Allowing her gaze to dip to where he's now adjusting his belt with just a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

What? He doesn't have the monopoly on being that person. ]

A few. [ Dragging her gaze back up to his face as she fights the smile that wants to work its way across her lips. She's an idiot... she is and she knows it but maybe, just maybe... that isn't the worst thing in the world.

She lets out a slow, barely steady breath as she tries to shake those thoughts from her head, her smile pushing onto her lips regardless of any internal protests. ]

Probably a few fires to put out as well. Peace to be negotiated. Bar tabs to settle. [ I mean... she came with Rocket, Drax and Groot and Paige is drunk. These are legit concerns. ]

[ idk were you listing things because he just crit failed another will save when she smiled at him and his hand moves to her waist as he leans in to give her a long kiss again, with some very tender and sensual appreciation. he doesn't really seem inclined to let her go, but when the kiss breaks, his eyes open a bit to meet hers as he says: ] Nothing you can't handle quickly, right?

[ She... oh, hello. This. Yes.

There's a moment where her hands flail uselessly in the air as if her body has completely forgotten how to function. Her head and heart careening in opposite directions as she falls into the kiss and its another one of those blissful moments where she's no longer thinking too much. Her arms tucked to her body as his encircle her.

When he does break free, it's over too quickly and it takes her a second to be able to meet his gaze, Kenzi still lost in that moment and the sudden surge of feeling that's wrapping around her. ]

That depends... [ Sounding a little dazed as the hint of a grin touches her lips once more. ] What am I handling again?

[ a sound gets pulled from somewhere in his chest as he abruptly pivots around her so that he can press her against the wall again, one hand slipping up the side of her neck as he kisses her again (second crit fail in a row ahoy), his mouth plying hers open, unable to get enough. his forehead presses to hers this time, his mouth drawing back bare centimeters as he huskily admits: ] If the answer's not 'me', not sure I care right now. [ the dice have decreed that he is sexually obsessed with you. you poor thing. ]

[ Never Be The Same - Camila Cabello

Her back hits the wall and a needy groan catches in her throat, Kenzi's hands already sliding up his chest as she surrenders herself too willingly to the kiss. A hand slips free, moving around his body and gathering up a fistful of material and when he breaks to speak again, a very audible sound of complaint spills over as she struggles to catch her breath, nevermind her senses. ]

What are you doing to me? [ The soft lilt of laughter in her words and this time, she's fully aware that she's said that out loud. All too aware of the fact that she doesn't want to walk away from him, any more than he does from her. ]

[ with a 39 charm check, he's doing a lot, i guess. ] Surprising you. [ there's a very teasing edge to the words that is really kind of incorrigible. but she's not the only one who remembers. and not the only one who is a brat. she's still close enough to feel the heat of his breath as he fixes her with that favorite grin of hers, one that seems softened and full of a lot of new shades now ] Is it working?

[ It's really not fair... that she just Crit Failed against that Charm check. But she did... and it earns him, the dumbest grin that Kenzi can't seem to keep from her face no matter how much she might like to. She feels like everything she's feeling is written there for him to read and it's enough to turn her cheeks the slightest shade of pink as, like a five-year-old, she tries to close her eyes against that smile of his... only to open them a second later because she doesn't want to miss it.

She shifts ever so slightly, her lips ghosting past his as the grip on his shirt tightens. Kenzi's fingers dancing up his neck then teasing along his jaw as she allows herself this stolen moment to just be with him. ]

It really is.

[ Then it's her turn to succumb to the need to kiss him as her hand slips back through his hair. Her fingers pressing into his scalp as her lips part beneath his in surrender, not just to his proximity but to the stupid wriggly sensations wreaking havoc on her insides.]

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

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