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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[ 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.]

[ so much making out. they are not getting out of here ever. with a frustrated and almost pathetic sound, he finally manages to peel away to admit: ] Alright, if you don't go right now, I'm dragging you out this back door.

[ I mean... she just literally. Crit Failed. AGAIN. So... that's not really gonna work with the fact that there are threads that need to come after this moment so with a frustrated groan and a shake of her head, shes already pulling him back in as she manages a breathless;

Just five more minutes.

[ she's gonna be the death of him. he lets himself be pulled back for a few more delirious kisses, before he finally pulls his head away and keeps a hand on her shoulder to keep her from ... hooking him right back in again (str 18). ] I'm trying really hard not to look like the bad guy to all your friends right now. Mostly because a lot of Knights are terrifying. [ yes, that is his only reason, clearly. ] You should go. [ he cuts her protests off with an added: ] I'll make it up to you.

[ I mean, it was not a great Will Save... but it was enough and omg Peter are you seriously restraining her right now so she doesn't make out with you again???

He'd see a light shine in her eyes, a subtle shift in her features and then she's pressing her lips together to try and keep the grin from taking over because oh yes, it sure was a time to break out a Nat 20 Sense Motive. ]

I should. Yes. [ The smile pushing onto her lips all the same as she sidesteps away from him and resists the urge to give into one last anything because clearly, they have the restraint of a couple of horny teenagers with the house to themselves.

She pulls in a deep breath, not even trying to hide the fact that she's trying to shake off the remnants of her arousal, still allowing herself to take advantage of the view as she does so. ]

But I'm going to hold you to that... [ Gaze lingering on him as she starts to back away and then with a scrape of teeth over her lower lip? She forces herself to turn and walk back out that hallway like nothing just happened.

Oh yeah... anyone who happens to be looking at her face as she steps out of there? Totally knows what just happened.]

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