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╰xx1╮[video]

[ ...oh, hi. Finally, after what feels like forever - and boy, does he really know about that one - he's managed to access the video function of the device. He's thinking about naming it, but that's neither here nor there. For the most part, he's stretched out on his bed and panning it around the room to give everyone a nice view of his, otherwise, not so great accommodations. ]

Soooo. [ Give him a sec. He's trying to sound serious. ] I've definitely lived in worse, but this is all kinds of lame. I mean, what Circle of Hell did I crawl into? Not like it's real important or anything. Just, uh, curious...

[ Then, the video centers on him. He's somehow twisted the uniform around so it doesn't seem as restricting around the arms, and his hair is a wild mess of blond and bits of red. But the important thing is that he's grinning. Possibly a little strung out. Who knows for sure? ]

I've always been pretty bad about this sort of thing, but I guess I should state my name and all that. In case someone's keeping track. Name's Beleth. Well, no. That's not too accurate now. It was Beleth a looong time ago.

Bells is fine. B, E, uh. Whatever. Just Bells, and only Bells. Good? Good.

Now that we've straightened that out, I've got two questions for anyone willing to answer 'em. Number one: if I need to find a little lost lamb, just where am I supposed to look? Annnd. [ A smirk. ] Two: what's a guy to do for fun around here? Staring at the same stuff is bound to get boring after a while, and I'm already pretty bored.

[ He ends the feed with a yawn. ]

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[ He likes that and so she does it again, wants him to buck up into her harder -- she could really do without gentle, could do with an ache to remind her of this and distract her from everything else further. It's easy to encourage him, nails in the right spot as she flexes, tightens around him while his teeth dig into her shoulder. ]

Fuck, come on- [ She's not entirely sure what she's asking for but that doesn't really matter, as long as he delivers something. ]

[ A louder groan, something deep in his chest at the way she uses her hands to torment him. To be fair, though, he's doing the same to her. With his fingers, his mouth and teeth. His breath is almost a little too quick by then, and he can't take the pace they're moving at now. Bells wants the control wants to drive her crazy and leave her with something she hopefully won't forget for a while.

Using one hand as a balance and the other to hold her against him, he maneuvers so she ends up on his back. As long as she works with him anyway. On his knees, it's such a better view of her body sprawled out, all sexy and his to take. ]

What was that? [ He draws in a breath, making sure he's still inside her after that little movement. ] I don't think they heard you across the hall.

[ Everyone's got their erogenous zones and Jaye is not at all above using them, especially when she's riding his dick and he has his fingers on her clit. Still, it's not hard to tell when she's pushed past what he can take, and Bells moving suddenly is a pretty damn good sign. Sometimes she'd want to stop him, push him back because this is her show, because she is riding him, but she doesn't mind too much right now.

This is a distraction for the both of them, and nothing does that quite so well as letting some strange guy fuck her into the nearest flat surface. They both need this and so she stretches out for him, moves her hands off his back just to make the stretch really work -- she's got long limbs and though she's paler from being stuck on the ship, has a curved scar over one hip, she's definitely of the opinion that she's still got it. ]

I said [ and there's that leg again, hooking around him ] come on, Bells.

[ There will be more opportunities for her to show him just who's boss later. The next time, the time after that. Bells isn't going to bother counting them because he's sure it's going to happen; he's too distracted and turned on to pinpoint the specifics. ]

Okay, okay. [ He laughs, shifting his hips and thrusting hard. Even harder the next motion through. Bells closes his eyes, head thrown back as he moans. ] I like this side of you.

[ Of course he did. People like the blonde who shows her skin, who goes home with them and doesn't expect them to call in the morning. People like her much less when she's thinking about heavy shit, her brother or her job or the people who aren't here. Jaye likes herself less then, would rather be the blonde who fights and fucks and doesn't care.

But she laughs, moaning midway through as he thrusts into her even harder. ] Yeah you do. [ Her hand moves to rub at her clit this time; if Bells keeps up that pace, it won't be long for her. ]

[ This is why he doesn't think at all, why he doesn't bother getting too close to anyone anymore. They always expect too much, want things he just can't (or won't) deliver. It's frustrating, but he finds that it's a better way to deal with things; wearing his emotions and feelings on his sleeves is redundant. ]

Jaye. [ His hands are on her hips, eyes focused on the way she touches herself, and he pulls her against him when he pushes forward. ] Fuck. I might actually learn to like - [ A ragged breath. ] - a lot of you.

[ The noise she makes this time is high-pitched, her free hand fisting in his sheets. ] Oh fuck. Just keep doing that.

[ No thinking, no talking about how much they might get along in the future. She just wants to come now, to let everything blank out for a while. ]

[ Just a low grunt of acknowledgement, and he bows his head, kissing her mouth as he draws her into him each time he thrusts. That's all she's going to get from him now, focused on how close he is. But he's a gentleman here, a remarkably unselfish bed partner; he wants to see her come before he does. His fingers dig into her sides, squeezing hard enough to leave marks, and he arches his back, entering her as far as he can without consciously hurting her. ]

[ Jaye tries to kiss back and succeeds, mostly. Still, Bells moving faster, leaving marks -- she likes things rough, and she moans his name again, fingers rubbing faster and harder until she really can't do much else. Her hand leaves the sheets and goes to his back again, nails scratching down as she arches up against him. She comes loud and hard, eyes wide but not actually taking in much. ]

[ Sex with her is fun, he thinks, and that's about all he gets out of his own brain because she's scratching at him and coming and fuck that's not really good for his stamina. He could go longer, he knows, but there's just something almost perfect about the way she looks in the throes of her own orgasm that helps get him off. A few more thrusts, and he growls a curse through clenched teeth, fingers gripping even harder at her hips when he comes. ]

[ It's easy not to move for a while, to catch her breath. Her leg is still hooked around him and that has to change after a bit, Jaye shifting and nudging him with her toes. ] Mm. Gotta deal with the condom and then you can collapse.

[ As much as he doesn't like the idea, he nods and slowly withdraws from her. Just a glance down at it, kind of scowling, and he manages to work it off with one hand. Saves some of the mess, at least. But he still thinks it's weird. ]

What am I supposed to do with it now?

Tie it off and throw it away. [ Excuse her while she makes herself comfortable in your bed, Bells. ] Your junk probably smells like berries right now.

[ Even as she talks, he's already doing that. But there's not any place he can really toss it, so he rolls a little and drops it over the edge of the bed to be properly disposed of later. ] There's worse things for it to smell like. [ A grin, and he moves to drop next to her. ] Thanks.

Ew. [ She really doesn't want to think about what else your junk could smell like, Bells. ] But you're welcome. [ Which is her own sort of thank you, really. ]

[ He laughs. ] I never said it has. Just that it could. [ And then, a sigh. ] Are you in a hurry? You could stay a while.

Mmm, not really. Don't have anything to do, remember? [ She'll just poke his arm. ] Does this mean you're a cuddler?

Depends on what I feel like doing. [ He just casually sticks his tongue out at her. ] Do you want cuddled?

I'm flexible. [ And apparently five, because she's sticking her tongue out right back. ]

[ He just rolls his eyes and settles next to her—not quite a cuddle really. Close enough though. ] Maybe I'll find out just how true that is next time.

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