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[allgotrabies]

Hey, it's Annie, you know what to do.

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[brushoff]

"You wouldn't be the first person looking for a quick fuck who'd fall in love with me afterwards," Dorian teases. But okay, he can at least answer this question. Dorian can play nice—especially considering that he can see the rope and knife out of the corner of his eye.

"Normally I'm the one who ends up taking charge in situations like this. I'd like to be on the receiving end for once. Beat me up, boss me around, make me suffer and I'll enjoy the hell out of it. That rope's a good enough start."

[madaboutit]

There's a moment where Sweeney wonders if Annie might fall in love with him. Stranger things have happened, and even with all her growth, he suspects that capacity is still there. Even if she does, at least it won't be what Dorian's commenting on. Then again, perhaps that's how he and Godric fell into each other. This kind of love is weird as fuck.

"Ya let me know if there's anythin' else yer lookin' fer."

He pulls down his cigarette and fishes out his lighter. His gaze lingers on her with a dimple tucked up, before he turns back to his chair. Maybe there'll be blood. She looks so fucking hot in red.

First he takes a drag, then he takes a seat.

[allgotrabies]

"Well I'm usually the one being told what to do," she offers. "So we're in a good place to play around." She climbs off him and points to a spot on the floor. "Kneel."

[brushoff]

There's a devilish grin on Dorian's face as he pushes himself off of the bed and kneels on the ground. He's appreciating this already and remains quiet as he watches Annie, waiting for her to say something next.

[madaboutit]

Good.

Not too much of a fuss on either side. Maybe they all can get what they want.

Sweeney picks up his glass and sips his rum, his eyes just as keen as when Dorian was taking Rose. He knows if things work out, it'll be all the sweeter this go round.

[allgotrabies]

She watches him, half-lidded, stroking his hair. "Kiss my foot," she says, with a bit of a giggle because of all the things she's asked anyone to do? That's not on the list. She isn't even sure he will.

[brushoff]

Dorian does take a moment to give a looksee at Annie's feet. If they're blatantly dirty and disgusting, he's not going to do anything. But otherwise? He's fine playing chicken. He gives her a grin before leaning down to kiss the place where her foot meets her ankle—not entirely her foot, that's kind of gross, but close enough that it hopefully counts.

[madaboutit]

It's nice to see her stretch her legs. Something different. Something new.

Sweeney's content to watch them both ease into things. They have all night, after all. He pulls another drag and runs his tongue over his teeth.

[allgotrabies]

She's gotten away from being barefoot all the time, so they're clean enough--for feet. She has a hunch a real hardass dom might order him to give that foot a real kiss, but she isn't into humiliation. This was just a little nudge to see what he might do.

"Good boy," she teases, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "Rub my calves, they're tired from dancing last night. And tell me the craziest thing you ever asked someone to do to you."

[brushoff]

Dorian starts to give Annie a foot massage. He's decent enough at it, but it's obvious that he doesn't do this sort of thing on a regular basis.

"There's a massive difference between 'the craziest thing sexually' and 'the craziest thing I've asked someone to do when we were grappling with cults or golems or other supernatural nonsense.' As for sexually...I had a roleplay session with someone that lasted literally all night once. We agreed on it beforehand, met at a bar, and then continued the charade for the next six hours or so, even through the sex."

[madaboutit]

An interesting proposal, admittedly. Sweeney would never have the patience for that shit, but Annie might. He acknowledges that he'd have to arrive later in the evening, if that was ever going to be a shared event.

He swirls his glass, but doesn't watch the surface of the liquid as he might normally. The image of the pair of them is far too lovely.

[allgotrabies]

"I feel like all the sex I had before this place was an act," she muses. "But I get the feeling if I said 'let's be daring' and we went all honest and true to ourselves, you'd put a hard stop to it."

She isn't sure she'd know how to be her honest self with him, regardless. Honesty is not something that tends to go well with sex, unless you're willing to let yourself be primal.

She sets one delicate foot on his shoulder, then slides it forward so her heel is against his back, coaxing him closer. "Did you ever read the Kama Sutra? You seem like a reader."

[brushoff]

"Of course I did," Dorian scoffs, like it's a stupid question. "You know, you can buy the Kama Sutra on Amazon these days."

Granted, and he's keeping this part to himself, Dorian was terribly hipster, finding a copy of the book to read before the advent of Jeff Bezos and mass-market shipping. But Annie doesn't need to know that.

He scoots forward, still massaging her feet as he does so. "Have anything particular in mind?"

[madaboutit]

The ‘before this place’ bit causes a flex in his jaw, and he cocks it to the side to ease the tension. He does his best not to take it personally, though it does make him think of grass and watches and so much fucking waiting.

This isn’t about him, he reminds himself. Besides, he knows that if she’s looking to be honest, she will be when she’s with him.

Sweeney takes a slow breath, refocusing on them, on the swell of her calf wrapped over Dorian. If they’re going to work through the Kama Sutra, he’s plenty confident she’s limber enough to do so.

Another drag, another swig. He’s already feeling better.

[allgotrabies]

"I haven't read it," she grins sheepishly. "The last thing I read was that book you gave me. I never could get myself to ask Jon to find a sex book for me."

As honest as she's planning to be, there are certain nights with a certain leprechaun she holds private and separate from all those night where she put on an act. As honest as she's planning to be, there is still a bit of a mask here, too.

"We brought a toy. Conmac, will you show him?"

[brushoff]

"If we ever get back to the Barge, I will absolutely ask Jon to find a sex book for you."

He says that, knowing full well they'll likely never get back to the Barge. But Dorian's eyes sparkle at the mention of a toy. He turns his attention towards Sweeney, very obviously interested in whatever the man's got to show.

[madaboutit]

The request brings a lift of muted surprise to his brow. Or we can cut to the chase. Works for him.

The name will always have an effect on him. One of his first, now one of his last. There will never be a time it won’t draw his shoulders back a little more and his chin a bit higher. It carries with it a regal air and an enhanced capacity for violence.

With a small smile and tip of his head to her, Sweeney sets his glass on the table and presses his cigarette between his lips. Pushing himself up, he pauses briefly with his hands raised at waist-level. Closed eyes and a moment of thought manifest a box of polished wood.

He crosses to them, and once he's at their sides, he opens it to Dorian in presentation. It's velvet lined and cradles a rose quartz phallus.

His gaze lingers on the man, though there no firm affect attached. He doesn't think Dorian will be surprised or intimidated or particularly excited. But it's plenty if it makes Annie smile.

[allgotrabies]

She folds over to wrap her arms around Dorian, absolutely delighted. "Isn't it pretty?"

And then, a coy sultriness to her tone, "What does the Kama Sutra say we can do with that? Any ideas or should I just surprise you?"

[brushoff]

Oh that is pretty. Dorian's eyes light up as he looks over at the phallus. He's already thinking of such wonderful ways that could be used.

"Surprise me," he says, without hesitation. "If I give you an idea that you don't like, you'll be rubbish at it. I want to see what you decide to do when you've got something like that in your hands."

[madaboutit]

Huh. Maybe it ain’t bad to have some lamb on the menu from time to time.

Sweeney’s eyes dart to her, and he takes a drag. He pinches the cigarette and holds it just far enough from his lips that the accompanying raise of his brow implies an offer, should she want to take one off of it for herself. His voice is soft.

“Ya want the rest of it now, or ya wanna play some first?” His gaze dips to the rope in fresh question. There’s no rush if she wants to take her time, but there are a lot of options, and he doesn’t want her to feel like he’s pushing in any particular direction. He’s confident he’ll get what he wants, in the end.

[allgotrabies]

She hums, then puts her free foot on Dorian's chest and pushes--firmly but gently--to urge him onto his back on the floor. "You want to earn your way onto the bed?"

[brushoff]

Dorian moves back to the floor, back to a kneeling position, as he looks up at Annie with blatant lust in his eyes.

"What do I need to do?" So yes, he does want to earn his way back onto the bed.

[madaboutit]

Sweeney closes the lid and takes a step back to allow them to figure out how the next bit is going to go. He tucks the box under his arm for safekeeping and keeps mindful of where he might be called on. He'll go back and sit, but he wants to make sure he isn't needed first.

If he is, he's quite ready to offer a helping hand, as desired.

[allgotrabies]

"Say please," she smiles, one hand caressing his cheek. "Let's start with that."

[brushoff]

"Please fuck me with that dildo," he grins, leaning in to Annie's touch.