He was just bored, and curious, and maybe feeling a little defiant, wanting to explore one of the few places he was instructed to avoid -- because if there's no Vought here, then there's no reason for him to be taking orders, right? Not from anyone. Even Billy.
But maybe he should have listened, because right now, he feels like he's drowning, having breathed in too much of that thickly perfumed drug they've pumped into the air. His skin is burning hot, his shirt open, red lipstick and claw marks painting his chest, a beautiful woman that smells older than she looks pressed up against him. He's painfully hard, not enough oxygen supplied to his brain as he struggles to form a thought in the warm noodle soup his mind has turned to.]
W-wait--please, I--
[Her tongue swirls around his nipple, and he squirms and moans, head thumping back against the wall, eyes fluttering shut. Fuck.]
I--I should, uh... I think I need to... go home...
[His barely lucid stammering doesn't seem to convince her of anything -- it doesn't even convince him. He could just push her off, fly the hell away from here and take care of the emergency situation in his pants himself, but he can't seem to gather the will to move except to grind helplessly against her, his lower lip trembling as he tries to hold back a whimper.
Club Penance Adventures
He was just bored, and curious, and maybe feeling a little defiant, wanting to explore one of the few places he was instructed to avoid -- because if there's no Vought here, then there's no reason for him to be taking orders, right? Not from anyone. Even Billy.
But maybe he should have listened, because right now, he feels like he's drowning, having breathed in too much of that thickly perfumed drug they've pumped into the air. His skin is burning hot, his shirt open, red lipstick and claw marks painting his chest, a beautiful woman that smells older than she looks pressed up against him. He's painfully hard, not enough oxygen supplied to his brain as he struggles to form a thought in the warm noodle soup his mind has turned to.]
W-wait--please, I--
[Her tongue swirls around his nipple, and he squirms and moans, head thumping back against the wall, eyes fluttering shut. Fuck.]
I--I should, uh... I think I need to... go home...
[His barely lucid stammering doesn't seem to convince her of anything -- it doesn't even convince him. He could just push her off, fly the hell away from here and take care of the emergency situation in his pants himself, but he can't seem to gather the will to move except to grind helplessly against her, his lower lip trembling as he tries to hold back a whimper.
No luck there.]