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[not toooo distracted by the table breaking. Though a little breath catching is in order. ....bites Gil's jaw. Laughing roughly. ]

That was... the sturdy furniture.

[originalhipster]

That's bad news . . .

[shifting underneath Slick, debating the idea of flipping them over. Mostly distracted by the bite, though, turning his head to catch Slick's mouth, biting at his lip before kissing him properly]

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[groans into the kiss. Mmm. Pace has totally been lost, but doesn't exactly seem to mind. Running his hands up Gil's nails with somewhat less nail than before. ]

[originalhipster]

[... yep, shifts to flip them over.]

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[well okay. Flipped. Laughs. ]

[originalhipster]

[smirks. settles down fully onto Slick, sliding down onto him and taking a long breath in, before beginning to grind down in a pretty maddening way. PACE CHANGES WHEN THE KING SAYS SO]

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[fff that quickly ramps him back up and the laugh turns breathless, curling his legs up so he can get some leverage to rock up into Gil andddd pushes down on his hips, grinding right the hell back]

[originalhipster]

[ffffff okay. Curses under his breath, still grinning, and leans his head back, breathing deeply, making another shameless noise. Flexing his hips against Slick's grip, sliding one hand forward and down onto Slick's chest, scratching down from the base of his neck to his stomach.]

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[arrrches up against Gil's nails with a groan and the sound of Gil's name and god you are so pretty and sound so sexy and we should do this all the time. Bites his lip and curls his nonclawed hand Gil's cock and slowly drags his thumbnail firmly up the underside]

[originalhipster]

[brain has pretty much entirely short-circuited at this point. Noisiness will continue until we are done here. Just quickens the pace of his hips, thrusting back and grinding in what is mostly a rhythm, though he is not really braining right and he is sooo close and gosh. Just. Attempting to shift forward into Slick's hand with a growl that approaches feral, at that.]

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[gosh gosh just....gosh. soooooooooootempted to pull you up short again. in fact if slick could keep you just on the edge of your control all day he would do that.

The grip on Gil's cock briefly increases to the point where he might just force you to hold off, but then relaxes again, stroking him fast and hard while his clawhand digs into Gil's ass and pulls him down hard]

[originalhipster]

[godddd there was immediately such a frustrated look on his face when Slick started to grip -- like an I will actually bite your face off look -- but it relaxes immediately into something far more pleasured. Grinds down against Slick a few more times, and then bites out Slick's name, like it was wrung from his throat. And then climaxes hard, fingers dropping down to Slick's biceps and clenching, his whole body tightening.]

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['-' sopretty

nts: next time push him until he actually tries to bite your face off.

But watching Gil climax is enough to bring Slick right up along the edge himself and from there it's just a breathless flex upward, desperately trying to push in further when it's really not possible, and as he comes Gil's name is broken and strangled, and his clawed hand drags one more thoughtless set of bleeding cuts down Gil's thigh]

[originalhipster]

[mnnnggg that was hot

after Slick comes Gil just ... slowly flops forward onto him. In the wreckage of this table. Gosh.]

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[yes. yes it was.

takes a kind of shivering, shuddering second to remember how to inhale, and once he has that working fully curls an arm lightly around Gil]

[originalhipster]

[yeah just. breathing heavily against Slick's neck. for a minute.]

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[k

not going anywhere in the near future]

[originalhipster]

[yeah we kind of

wrecked each other

huh]

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[it was awesome. wreck me more often.

sliiides hand into your hair, petpet

ugh here comes the stupid amounts of dere '-';]

[originalhipster]

[mhmmm doesn't move, but smiles against Slick's neck.

Gosh. Kind of huffed the mud a little there. Eventually lifts his head just enough to ... look at the table bits ... and chuckles.]

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[immm not moving any part of my body except for the fingers dedicated to petting rn]

It was a fine death.

[originalhipster]

I'm not sure it could even be repaired. It's ruined.

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Hmmm.... the time goddess can probably fix it.

[originalhipster]

Haha . . . perhaps. Unless it would be cheaper to get a new one ... ?

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Who knows? Though maybe Misty has something sturdier...