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

[ as the door clicks closed, he follows her into the room as they back straight in the direction of the bed, and his fingers move to her hips, dancing lightly there while he unabashedly scopes her out. there's a look in his eyes like he just won the lottery, except the lottery is a girl who will finish his extended sexual metaphors with really terrible double entendres. it could be love, y'all. his dick is already in love, at least. which is probably where this comes from, as he slowly gets a growing terrible glint in his eyes: ] I'm just going to throw this out there [ ok ron burgundy ] but I think... that you and I [ he continues backing her in with each word, the hand at his hip a gentle guide ] should just get absolutely filthy tonight. I mean... the raunchiest things we can think of. I'm talking barely able to make eye contact in the morning, try anything once, dubious levels of legality free-for-all. [ charm 28 ] I mean. If you're into that kind of thing. [ did you think he was going to talk about his feelings right now when this was an option ]

[ It's that terrible glint that captures her attention and she can't seem to look away as he guides her back towards the bed. Kenzi slipping the ridiculously tall heels from her feet with a subtle finesse that was probably sorely lacking the last time they got naked in this room. (Dex 23). She hangs from every word that passes his lips, utterly drawn in by the way he can make each one sound like sin and perfection all rolled into one and she does a poor job of masking the way her breathing alters as the back of her legs hit the edge of the bed.

Her gaze glides from his face and down the length of his body. Taking a moment to fully appreciate him before a slow grin begins to play across her lips as she gathers up the material of his shirt while resisting the urge to start trying to get it off of him. (WS 20 Total.)]

Oh honey... [ That grin turns sly and one hand dips from his shirt to cup him through the front of his pants. ] I lived with a Succubus for years.

[ Instead of pulling his shirt off, she tugs at the material to drag him down to her level, her teeth running over her lower lip as her mouth hovers tantalizingly close to his. ]

I don't think you're prepared for what I consider raunchy.

[ I'm sorry, Peter. Did you think you or your dick were in control of this show? That's cute. ]

But let's find out....

[ Charm 50. Are you okay right now, Peter? ]

[ with a 14 will save? that's hardly the word for it. but in the best way possible, as he unleashes a groan of pure desire at those words, his eyes rolling back for just a moment before they go closed. his tongue swipes over his lips as if they've gone parched, before he looks at her again, everything but a cloud of lust, excitement, and gratitude banished from the dark green of his eyes. he doesn't offer any resistance to her grip where she has him drawn down to her, his hips straining into her hand and her touch in an obediently eager fashion. he can't seem to pry his eyes off her lips, as if he can't believe the words that just dripped off from them. ] Yes, please. [ the words are practically croaked out, his need broadcasted in an entirely undisguised fashion at this point. congrats, he'll literally do whatever you want, kenzi, and clearly love every minute of it. ]

[ His hips press into her touch and she has to fight the smile that wants to pull wide. A surge of confidence sweeping through her body as her hand molds to the hardening bulge and she watches him just as intently as he watches her mouth and loving everything about the way he responds to her. This was a man who had traveled the universe doing... god only knows what with whom and yet he responded to her like she's the most incredible thing he'd ever encountered and damn if that doesn't feel good. Especially because she's not having to be anything other than herself to render him this way. ]

Then take off your pants and give me your belt. [ Her lips brushing his as those words roll low and husky on her exhale of breath. ]

[ it takes all the will power he has, but he keeps himself from leaning in to kiss her, his hands dropping instead down to his belt to start undoing it with a few practiced and deliberate motions, eyes never once leaving hers. there's no effort to hide how intrigued he looks by this turn of events, only a soft clinking of metal, and then the distinctive and satisfying noise of him yanking his belt free of the loops with ease (dex 18).

he lifts it up to his mouth and bites down on the leather, letting the belt hang from between his teeth, where it swings slightly in entertaining fashion, as his hands drop to finish unzipping (a little faster now, his eagerness getting the better of him) and then he dramatically drops trou before reaching back up to grab the belt free. he folds it over once before extending it in the small space between them, one eyebrow lifted at her in a point perfectly fixed between being challenging and compliant. ] Yes, ma'am.

[ He has no idea how hard it is for her to keep this cool air of control, some part of her brain just screaming at her to jump his bones and fuck this little game they're playing but it's that excitement in his eyes that sees her committing to it. Kenzi swallowing a groan as he makes the simple act of removing a belt, far sexier than any person has a right to be. Maybe they just need to institute a no clothing policy so that self-control doesn't have to be such a painful thing?

Kenzi reaches for his belt but just holds there like that for a moment, close to a mirror image of that moment back in the training room when she'd almost walked away from him but this time the desire is swirling in her eyes as she reaches out to trail one long nail down the outside of his thigh. ]

This too. [ Taking the belt and tapping the loop against his abs, her eyes now shining with a mix of mischief and hunger that speaks to every dirty little thing that plays through her head about what she'd like to do with him. ]

And then be a good Star-Lord and get on the bed for me.

[ you just wanted to see the shirtless icon again, didn't you.

he lets out the tiniest hiss when her nail skates across his skin and his eyes drop to where she taps him with the belt, a half dazed grin riding the corner of his lips when he glances back up to see that look in her eyes. he exhales a half strangled soft sound when she orders him onto the bed, especially when she calls him that.

look, we're not going to bring up where he got that nickname from right now. we're just not delving into that part of his psyche. and we're definitely not getting into any psychological reasons why it apparently does it for him so damn much. the important part here is that it does - i mean really, really does - and he does not hesitate to reach down to yank the shirt over his head and toss it across the room where it lands perfectly on the chair with a really extra nat 20. he's not even looking, ok.

he makes sure to brush against her just enough as he climbs into the bed, which is still a tangle of sheets at this point, scooting up so that his head is on the slightly mangled pillows before he asks a very serious question. ] Is it weird if we make Kevin Bacon our safe word?

[ I don't know what you're talking about ~~yes I did thank you~~.

It doesn't matter where he got the name from, alright. All that matters right now is that she just broke out a Nat 20 Sense Motive to know exactly what that does for him and so there will be plenty of opportunities for us to ponder what it says because she is so going to be using it a lot from now on. The die are all about their kinky, questionable life choices.

That question may also be the most ridiculous thing that anyone has ever said - period - but as Kenzi follows him onto the bed with his belt still in hand and moves to straddle him so that her dress is riding up her thighs... we'd come to see that it's okay because they're the most ridiculous couple to ever exist as something akin to delight dances in her eyes despite her attempts to keep the sexy and in control demeanor in place.]

Mmmmm... [ She makes a show of considering it, however, reaching for his hands so that she can use his belt to properly secure them above his head. (Dex 20 Total) ] I don't know, Star-Lord... Have you earned Kevin Bacon as your safeword yet?

[ he doesn't resist whatsoever as she pushes his hands back up towards the headboard and starts tying them together, although he squirms a bit beneath her as she tightens the grip, although it's clearly because he's just getting more turned on by the moment. the question distracts him at least, and his gaze moves from what she's doing with his hands to search her face again as he protests: ] What exactly earns a guy Bacon honors around here?

I mean it is Kevin Bacon. [ Once again making a show of thinking about it as she grabs one of the discarded pillows and begins to casually... strip the pillowcase from it. ]

It's going to have to be something, really good. [ A small smile playing across her lips as the pillow gets tossed aside and she appears to be folding the case into a band of material. ]

It could even involve begging. [ Her voice pitches low as she leans closer, teases at kissing him but instead makes a move to blindfold him, her warm breath fanning across his face as she brushes her lips along his jaw and up to his ear. ]

You crying my name out so loud that he can actually hear it. [ Smiling against his ear as she gets that blindfold secured. (Dex 17). ]

[ hrngh. his head lifts up slightly when she comes close to kissing him, which gives her plenty of room to reach around behind his head and tie the blindfold on. for a moment, he looks hilariously huffy about that, but then she's whispering in his ear and she can feel his cock twitch between her legs with anticipation. he nods a few times, a little of the usual bluster removed by the breathlessness of his tone as he says: ] ... I can do that.

Hope he's not at church.

[ ... ]

Praise, be. [ Those words murmured against his ear before he'd feel the sudden absence of warmth. The shift of weight as she sits up and allows herself a moment to drink him in while he's lost to the darkness of his blindfold and... very much at her mercy.

It's very intentional, the way her hands hover over his chest as they run over his body and yet never quite make contact. The warmth of them just enough to tease at touch, but never breaching the barrier.

At first, it's a drag of nails as they roll across his abs, a brush of her hair as it spills over her shoulder and she lightly grazes him with her teeth but then she's climbing off of him so that he no longer has the weight of her body on top of his. The bed moving as she rids of herself of the dress and underwear he can't appreciate disappearing.

Then it's back, the warm breath at his ear as she grazes the outer shell with her teeth, the curve of one bare breast lightly brushing against his side. ]

Tell me who you want, Star-Lord. [ Charm 47. ]

[ wait! where did she go! he twists a bit in place when she dismounts from the bed, clearly made impatient for her touch already. waiting is not his strong suit, and his face turns towards hers when he feels her at his ear, his body straining a bit in the direction of where he just had contact with her skin.

he only gets a nat 20 will save here because he has to be a flippant child first about everything. ]

Maybe we should put him on speakerphone for this.

[ Just as quickly as she'd given him something... she takes it away and he's left there with only the ghostly memory of her breath against his ear and brush of her breast on his chest as she punishes him for that Will Save with this casual taunt. ]

I don't think you're ready for Kevin Bacon...

[ This Bitch. ]

Hey now, that's a little premature. [ fine, he will let the moment of pride go because wow that's unfair and rude even though he was totally asking for it. his expression is somewhere right between a grin and a grimace as his hips squirm in place and he acquiesces, still sounding short of breath as he sighs: ] You. Kenzi. I want you.

[ his words turn into an almost comical little growl of need as he admits: ] God, do I want you.

[ Probably best he's wearing a blindfold because he misses her shit-eating grin as in response, she reaches out and lightly skims the top of his thigh - a weight shifting the mattress at the end of the bed this time. ]

Me... huh? [ A light, playful edge to her tone as she uses her knees to part his legs and then her fingers are slowly walking up his inner thigh as she watches him intently. ]

I don't know... that wasn't very convincing. [ Liar. Total liar. Totally worth it... until you know. He gets out of those restraints. ]

[ his legs move obligingly apart, his head straining back against the pillow as his wrists twist in place, his breath catching as she gets closer to his junk, and the words coming with a sharper edge of need now, a steadily growing babble of increasingly delicious sounding pleas. ] Please, Kenzi. Please touch me. I-- [another hiss as she skates across his thigh ] fuck I need it. I need you right fucking now. Anywhere. Everywhere. Please just touch my dick. [ he seems to be growing harder by the second down there, which really only seems to speak to the effectiveness of her teasing on him ] I'll do whatever you want. I'll --

[ she creeps within inches and when her hand doesn't go any further, he lets out her name on a frustrated moan that's entirely uninhibited, his lower back lifting off the bed as he strains in vain for more. ]

KENZI. OhhhhmyGod KevinBaconyoubetterbelisteningrightnow.

[ The mischievous glint falls away as she watches his restraint quickly unravel, sheer will alone all that keeps her from mounting him - condom or no. It's not even about wanting him to beg, though it does do certain things for her ego. It's about watching him let go as he stops trying to be the smooth and ever in control player who she now knows he isn't. His confidence is sexy, no doubt, but it's those moments of vulnerability or better still, when he looks at her like he's a man dying of thirst and she's the only thing that could ever sate him, that really pulls her in.

It's entirely possible that he's the most ridiculous human being that she has ever met, but every time something idiotic falls past his lips like whatever the fresh hell that was? She falls for him just a little harder and she does him one better than a simple touch as she climbs up his body to straddle him again, feeling his dick brushing between her thighs as she drags her arousal over his full length. It's not the full relief that she's sure he wants but it has a different kind of appeal than before. No condom to shield him from the slick heat as she rolls her hips against him. ]

You are so incredibly sexy. [ Her words spill out on a breathless sigh as she skims her lips past his. The lightest brush before she pulls away while Kenzi makes the most of his inability to see what she's going to do next. ]

I could ride you all night. [ A hint of her smile comes through as she skims his jaw with her mouth, the slide of her body against his making it painfully obvious how much she wants him too.

Kenzi shifts against him, hardened nipples brushing against his chest as her hands come up to grip his secured wrists, her breath hot against his ear as a low moan vibrates inside her chest.]

And Kevin Bacon may be a God... [ She slows that roll, making sure every inch of him can feel how damn wet she is for him before she purrs these entirely unfair and yet... entirely sincere words for him. ]

But he's no Star-Lord.

[ Charm Nat 20 ]

[ so, another interesting tidbit about peter j. quill is that unlike a lot of people with big egos who get that way from being complimented their whole life, he's kind of exactly the polar opposite. if you think growing up with the ravagers led to a lot of positive reinforcement on any level, i've got some nice property to sell you on morag. as kenzi is no doubt fast figuring out, it's much more of a mask for his well of insecurities, an elaborate game of make believe that allows him to not just thrive in his own way, but just sort of function in general.

but it means that being praised in the bedroom on literally any level is just about the hottest thing in the world to him. especially when it sounds that damn sincere (and appealing, damn kenzi). something she would instantly pick up on with her insanely high sense motive, unlocking yet another kink achievement badge, as a primal sound issues from his chest while she drags herself across him, and says... all of that, his body practically twitching with desire at this point. he reflexively rolls his hips back up against her own, trying so hard to tease her back enough that she might just give up and slide onto him, safe sex be damned. she can feel his wrists pushing back against the bonds and her grip, wanting nothing more than to touch her in every way he can't right now as he groans: ]

You're gonna kill me. [ it doesn't sound like a complaint, at all. ] Please, Kenz, just-- just a little. I just [ another needy and almost pathetic moan as he admits in a rush: ] God, I just want to feel inside you. [ #justthetip? ]

[ Oh Peter. If you think she hadn't already figured that out for herself and that's not a major reason as to why she's with you at all? You wrong. While she might find the confidence sexy, it was only once she realized that his arrogance wasn't all that different to her own that she started to take him seriously. She appreciates his swagger, his cocky grin, even his egotistical banter in a way she never had before because he was no longer the guy looking to rack up notches so fast he couldn't even bother to learn a girls name. He was the one who looked sincerely disappointed, maybe even dejected when she'd shut him down for the billionth time. The guy who was capable of feeling far more than she suspected anyone, including herself until recently, had ever given him credit for. What they had wasn't just because he was really seeing her... it was because she was really seeing him as well.

Perhaps that's why every bit of sense immediately flies out of her head as she feels his body's desperate struggle beneath her, Kenzi's breaths coming harder as she rolls against him until he's practically begging for entry. She can feel him throb and twitch as she stills on top of him, his scent filling her head as she shifts ever so slightly and it would take just one raise of his hips or roll of her own for him to be buried between her thighs. ]

Oh God. [ He'd hear it now, the slip to her control. The near desperate need she'd been able to mask when she'd been ordering him around and it has to be maddening the way she hovers there. Teasing at more but not giving him what he wants right away. ]

I've never wanted anyone as much as I do you. [ An unexpected amount of sincerity in her voice and it's clearly not about stroking his ego or turning him on. It's just the truth and rather than try to keep it buried and pretend like it's not there at all she actually wants him to know.

There's no more words now, just her mouth dragging across his cheek as she seeks out his lips. Smothering a low, deep groan as in spite of herself, she lowers herself down on top of him.]

[ his mouth crashes against hers, and he moans into her own as he enters her, incredibly easily given how slick she is right now, practically shuddering at the relief of it as it seems like he's ready to devour her with needy, blind kisses. his hips don't hesitate, beginning to drive upwards again and again in a slowly increasing greedy rhythm. remember how he said he just wanted to do this "a little"? yeah, he forgot about that the second he got a taste of what it feels like to be inside her this way, with nothing in between them at all; all fucks and all sense are right out the window (he rolled a 2 on that will save). all he knows anymore is his need for more of her, and he pumps up inside of her as deeply as she'll allow him, gasping and groaning into the kiss and hoping she won't cut it off any time soon. she's effectively erased every thought from his head that's not just about how good it feels to be here and now with her, inside of her, under her, kissing her, all of it. ] Oh my god, you feel like heaven. [ it's half murmured in the second they have to break the kiss just to breathe ] How do you feel so good?

[ Maybe it's his response to her giving in to what they both want, or maybe it's just that 3 I rolled when I tried to give her a second chance to not be stupid but it quickly becomes clear by the unbidden moans that vibrate against his lips, that there's no stopping this train for either of them. Perhaps it's that added layer of risk that makes it different this time, or even the fact that she knows he's unable to witness how completely gone she is for him but the usual trepidation that comes with allowing herself to be completely open with somebody slips away as she loses all sense of where she ends and he begins.

Every moan, every thrust or erratic jerk of his hips lets her know exactly what he wants and she seems to once again find that perfect balance between teasing him by holding back before she soothes his body's need by taking him fully once again. (Wis 19) ]

Because I know you...

[ It was meant as cheeky, playful but there's more truth in that than either might realize in the moment. She no longer sees the Peter Quill that he chooses to show the world, not now she's peeked behind the curtain and it's that much easier to give a person what they long for when you know what it is that drives them. ]

I know what makes your toes curl. [ Intent on proving it as she changes the rhythm and uses his every reaction to read him like a book and it's more than just knowing what he likes and how he likes it, it's being able to make it memorable in every way. (Dex 17) ]

Oh god, baby - yes. [ Her words half-muffled by his lips, like she can't bear to break away even to shower him in compliments. ] You feel so fucking good.

[ She moves faster now, feeling what little control she had unravel as every touch becomes needier, her moans more desperate, every kiss a possessive claim that threatens to steal the air from his lungs and it's not his name but Star-Lord that falls from her lips like a prayer. Full of praise and need as compliments spill over between moans and heady kisses. ]

You're mine - [ Full of a possessive confidence as she all but growls that against his lips. Informing him rather than asking him to be as she slips her fingers beneath the edge of the blindfold so that she can lock her gaze on his and there's a challenge in her voice. A not so subtle push as she teases him with almost kisses and her hand drops back to grip his jaw and keep his focus on her as the roll of her body never ceases. ]

Now make me yours, Star-Lord.

[ every word that she says serves only to wind him up more, and he's trying so hard to respond to what she's doing here, but his own movements are limited to his mindlessly thrusting cock since he's tied up, held down, and now locked in place by the grip on his face. still, he tries to find a rhythm with own timing that will be equally satisfying for her, instead of just letting his own impatience get the better of both of them (wis 13). his body doesn't seem like it will ever tire of plunging into her again and again with his fort save of 26, even if the angle makes it difficult to keep a piston-like strength going for long (str 13). at this point, his usual attempts at being charming are gone (charm 21), blasted away entirely as he lies there exposed and raw and practically panting for her as she relays that order.

he still makes it look... really damn good, muttering her name in response to her words, as if it's the only word that makes sense to him anymore.

maybe she meant something else entirely - it really could be so many other things. but his stupid monkey-brain only takes that statement about marking his own possession of her in one direction, as fucking stupid as it is (wis 3) and he does not have the wherewithal to stop himself now, each thrust taking him further and further from sense, the bed creaking beneath them with each bounce as he holds her gaze as if his life depends on it ] Shit. Shit shit shit-- I'm gonna--

[ his face contorts as he draws closer to climax, his hips beginning to stutter against hers with sudden bursts of tension that signal he's about to lose it entirely. he at least starts to warn her, his voice tight as he struggles so hard to extend it long enough for her to roll off or protest or literally anything else. maybe if he were a better person, he would... stop himself, but apparently that's asking a lot. ]

[ Yeah, Peter. Like... maybe... she was challenging you... to get out of those restraints and take control? That would probably make, a lot more sense than where this is headed. Surely we can rely on Kenzi - she who is adamant that she should never be allowed to reproduce because she can't even keep a chia pet alive - to finally remember to be smart. So what if she's failed her last two Wisdom Checks on this matter?! She can't possibly...

Roll a 2. (Wis 6)

Really I'm blaming her own climax, the one that starts to crest as he tries to spit out that warning (Fort Save 24). She moves on top of him with an exquisite control that makes up for anything lacking in his own (Str 19), Kenzi seemingly trying to give him the worlds most memorable sex as she sinks down on top of him, again and again until her cries are drowning him out. ]

OhFuckyess - yes, oh god yes- Star-lord, yes.

[ And if you thought that the moment the rush of his release went through her would be the one that finally snapped her out of this haze of desperate need - you are sorely mistaken. (Wis 7) She is far too gone, riding the wave with him now as she buries her face in the crook of his neck, murmuring encouragement over and over and she keeps a perfect rhythm with him. ]

[ his 6 wisdom check is not doing him any favors either, especially not when she starts to cum moments before he's about to and starts screaming his name, thrashing and plunging onto him that way. it's too late, and she would feel the warmth spread through her as he cums in a series of long spurts inside of her. an animal noise rips free from his throat that transforms into her name as his hips continue to sputter against her own until he's completely emptied himself inside her. he's too busy feeling utterly satiated to give a crap about how that might be a bad call, his face nuzzling against her own where she's buried against him, as he tries in vain to regain control of his breath. ]

Jesus fucking Christ.

That was so hot. [ it's almost exhaled on a disbelieving laugh, as if he doesn't know what emotion to attach to it in his contented astonishment. ] You are insanely hot.

Edited 2019-05-05 12:30 (UTC)

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