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A warrior and a rogue walk into a bar

WHO: Sciel and Vax
WHEN: after Sciel does some tarot readings
WHERE: The Maximum
WHAT: Drinkin’.
NOTES\WARNINGS: DRINKIN’. (Edit: and nsfw lol)

Sciel’s there, as promised.

The novel thing about a world populated only by these merry world-savers is that there is no bartender for the bar. That’s alright by Sciel, who relishes an opportunity to jump into something feet-first.

So she’s there, now behind the bar instead of a deck of cards. There’s those same braided bracelets, stacked all the way up to her elbow, and that same hand wrapped around the neck of a bottle. Her eyelashes are dark and her striped blouse is unbuttoned to the sternum, revealing a sprawling tattoo of interlocking brushstrokes. She’s smiling.

“You didn’t give me your name,” she says. It’s a playful scold.

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If she expects he'll be a wizard, she'll be disappointed. A rogue may have some tools at his disposal, but he won't be casting spells or waving a wand around. They're more like tricks than real magic, after all, but he's glad she likes it. Testing the belt, she finds it's secure enough, but there's some space there if she wants to wiggle out of it, which is on purpose.

"I wish you could spend a day in my world. You'd have many stories to tell." If she could see the magic of Exandria and all the different races of people in it, she might find Vax unremarkable in comparison. Handsome, but unremarkable.

He leans down to press a kiss to her lips, then moves his mouth to her neck as his hands guide her bound wrists to rest above her head. From there, his fingers slide their way down her arms, a slow tickling feeling until they sweep their way to her breasts.

Sciel, mercifully, has no expectations of magic; the life forces that govern her world are kind enough to let her and her people conjure things from thin air and wield the elements, so the things they cannot do feel fantastical, no matter how humble their origin.

“If only,” she murmurs, just before he kisses her, and she settles into this new position comfortably, breasts heaved high and back arched. She hums against his mouth as his fingers coast over sensitive skin, her nipples hard.

Though her arms are bound, she can still move her arms, allowing her some freedom in all of this. Vax will take note if she does and whether she approves of his actions or not.

Vax's hands feel her breasts and the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes. His fingers teasing her nipples between them as he kisses and nips at her neck.

Then his kisses trail down her neck to her collar and further still until he has his mouth at the tip of one of her breasts. He flicks his tongue against the peak, then lavishes it with more attention from his mouth.

A perk of modest breasts is how sensitive they are. Sciel feels just one swirl of his tongue around her nipple and she keens and arches her back a little more, feeling that good stretch in her shoulders for it and a shot of pleasure that goes right to her groin. With her legs splayed around him and him a little too low for her to grind up against him, she feels delightfully pinned, even without her wrists belted together. She looks down at the top of his dark head, at the line of his nose bowed to her skin, and she brings her hands down together, laying where they cross over the back of his neck.

“That’s a good boy…”

Vax smiles against her skin when she gives him such a favorable response. It's fun to learn what someone likes. What turns them on. Spending the night with someone new can be awkward, but it can also be exhilarating, and Sciel is definitely the latter.

The praise gets more enthusiasm out of Vax, who relishes the taste of her smooth skin. He suckles her breast a little harder, adding a soft nip of his teeth along with the heat of his breath. The other breast will be paid similar attention. Wouldn't want it to look like he had a favorite.

Her hands at the back of his neck sift into his soft, silky dark hair. She feels something else, too, on the back of his neck. The skin is ridged, like a scar, but not from a cut. There’s a curved shape with a line down the center and horizontally across. A symbol of some sort is there. Not a tattoo, judging by the raised skin, but a brand, which would normally never be spotted under the collar of his shirt or beneath his long hair.

For a moment, it’s more than enough to just exist in the warmth of this space, the heat of him spreading through her and stoking the fires that had been burning low since the moment he slipped out of her. Her body feels soft, languid, like it could just melt into him. She itches to touch him too, but with her hands bound, all she can do is play with his hair, rake her fingers through what she can reach.

The moment a fingertip glides over a small ridge on the back of his neck, a part of her drifts out of the moment, curious. What, she wonders, is that? She runs her thumb back over it, more deliberately.

A pass of her hand would be dismissed, but when her touch on that spot becomes more deliberate, Vax can tell. There's a soft puff of his breath against her breast, then a soft huff as he kisses his way up her body until he's peppering kisses along her jaw on his way to her ear.

"What are you playing with there?" His voice is deep, soft and teasing. He's not mad about it; her curiosity is amusing.

As though to distract her from answering his own question, he presses his hips down against hers where she can feel his hardening cock on the inside of her thigh.

“I don’t know,” she says, almost singsong, and the moment he rubs his length against her, she suddenly doesn’t particularly care. She hums a drawn-out sound, pleased with the rumble of his voice as much as the friction of a brand new hard-on, and she manages to string together a real answer: “I think I’m playing with every inch of you.”

"You are." She's toyed with him in so many ways, and he's sure this is just the beginning of what she's capable of. Not enough time to see it all in one night.

The sounds she makes are tempting, and a little shift of his hips has the tip of his cock rubbing against the soft folds of her sex, stimulating the outside, which sends a shiver down his spine.

His voices murmurs in her ear, "I'm yours to play with."

The impatient part of her would love to reach down and put him exactly where she wants him, but that would be clumsy, bound as she is, so she endures. Her eyelashes flutter, thighs bracketing his sides tighter, as if she could draw him in.

But it’s not going to stop her from playing. Sciel chuckles, low in her chest. She tugs at the back of his neck, using the belt to gently guide his face back to hers, where she can kiss the side of his mouth and purr, right off his lips:

“And if I play hard, toy?”

It's tempting to slide the head of his cock into her. Already, he can practically feel her heat, but he resists the urge.

Vax's face is tipped away from her ear so it's closer to hers. The press of her lips makes him crave another, and the words from her sultry voice sends a blush rushing through him.

"You'll find I'm not easy to break." He's not afraid of things getting a little rough. Of course, holding out while a guard is beating him is a different kind of strength than the sort he'll need against her.

“I love a challenge.”

She tilts her hips up, far as she can get them, just to rub against the head of his cock in turn, already wet with his spend. She almost laughs again, giddy, her fingers winding into his hair and gently tugging, scruffing him like an unruly kitten. She may be belted up, but not enough to really wrest control out of her hands.

“Do you think you can tease me longer than you can hold out yourself?”

Vax laughs a little as she messes up his hair. A bit of tugging is nice, too.

"Of course I can." He sounds confident, but should he? "Teasing you is also satisfying." Knowing she feels good because of him is enough to distract him from his own needs.

“We’ll see about that,” she says, slyly, voice still low, peppering him with kisses along his jaw. “I can feel how hard you are.”

"I am," he admits, allowing himself a gentle push of his hips to feel the tip of his cock at her entrance without pushing in.

"Are you sure you only want me to tease you?" He asks, moving his hips back before he's far too tempted. Maybe she's the one who won't be able to resist having more.

It’s difficult to control how well she can grind against him while pinned under him, but it does leave her cunt flexing and clenching down on nothing, as if she could possibly coax him in. When he pulls back, she hums.

“Oh, you are going to do your very best to please me,” she says, amused. “I just don’t think you’ll be able to resist chasing your own pleasure now that you’ve had a taste, but you’re welcome to prove me wrong.”

Vax is certain he's never been so tempted by anything in his entire life. Every time he glances down to the place between her legs, glistening and inviting, he wants nothing more than to take her. But no, he must resist for a little while, at least.

"Fuck." After taking a moment to control his shuddering breath, he lifts his hand and licks his own thumb, then lowers his hand to tease his fingers against her, while his moist thumb finds her clit. He can't fuck her if his hand is down there, right? But maybe this is a double-edged sword.

"Does this please you?"

A filthy whine slips out of her as he presses his thumb to her clit, and her fingers reflexively curl tighter into his hair, her bound wrists still snug against the back of his neck.

“You really do have such nice hands,” she purrs. “I thought about having your fingers in me from the first time we touched.”

The sound of that whine is so enticing, it makes him want to break. As his hair is clenched, Vax tilts his chin back slightly, looking down at her with a smile.

"Just my fingers?" But if she thought about it, he'll oblige her by sliding one of his fingers inside of her. Feeling her clench around it makes him want to replace it with something else.

Sciel is right, he thinks. He's going to lose this contest. It's just a matter of time.

Oh, relief; her eyes flutter shut for a moment, mouth open in an O. She wants more, she’ll always take more. She laughs, writhing under him.

“I hadn’t seen your cock yet,” she teases.

Vax wants her to want more, but he only gives her one finger. "You can have it, if you want." But if she asks for it, he didn't break first, right?

There's a playful nip of his lips against her chin, and he kisses his way down to her chest again.

If she wants. She chuckles, head falling to the side as he works his way down, opening up the long column of her neck to him more.

“And you’ll just give it to me, hmm? Just like that?”

Vax likes kissing her neck and following the trails of her tattoos along chest. Breathing in the scent of her skin and listening to her teasing voice has him incredibly turned on.

"Haven't I offered you everything, tonight?" Vax punctuates his words with a flick of his tongue against her nipple. "If it's mine to give to you, I will." His finger moves slowly. Enough to be enjoyed but not enough to be satisfying. She'll need more than that this time.

The demanding parts of her that would invite a man drinking just because he was a little contrary is loving this, the way he can limit how much friction he’ll give her until she asks for it. The part of her that likes men who are just as forward as her is loving it even more. Anything she wants on a silver platter? Oh, she could gorge herself.

“So give it, then. Fill me again.”

There's nothing like knowing you're wanted. Navigating this sort of thing can be tricky, but once he's got the green light, Vax can be forward about it, too. It's been a lot of fun, playing these games with her tonight. It's also refreshing to meet someone so bold and sure of herself. It's highly attractive.

"Glad to." Vax slips his finger out and uses that hand to position himself until the head of his cock is rubbing against her entrance, coating him with her arousal. A gentle nudge is all it takes to move into her. He takes it slow to make sure she's comfortable, though it'll be easier during the second round.

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