[ the lady who has decided to mount her boy right there on the spot does not get to call him brazen. pot meet kettle! could he accept a reality where they are both brazen? of course, but it's always more fun to blame Lune for all of the trouble they have been getting into as of late.
this is fairly harmless, in the grand scheme of things. the train is far enough away from most of the foot traffic of the station, and the Grandis don't tend to move very far from their delegated spots anyway. there are windows, of course, but fortunately the doors were still functional and they were left to their own machinations in relative privacy.
how much sound may or may not travel through her is a different matter. there is a non-zero chance that the mountains are the last thing to be worried about now that their minds are drifting a certain direction. ]
I might not have much left to teach with how quick you are! Talented little thing, aren't you?
[ Gustave snickers as his arms release their coil around her waist. he knows she is secure now, and he can't let her be the only one stripping away at a moment's notice. he's pulling his scarf off from around his neck and dropping it lazily on the bar beside them, and his jacket is soon to follow when he manages to shrug it off. the cold becomes much more obvious as his body becomes more exposed to the elements, but he doesn't even have the time to process it. there are other pressing matters on the agenda β specifically, Lune's body pressing into his. ]
Though I suppose I can come up with a thing or two. You can start by unbuckling my belt... stuff your hand in there and fetch for my cock.
[ he'd remind her that this is exhibit A for how thermodynamics benefit them, but the nerd-talk can be shelved temporarily now that they're properly into this. ]
[ Lune can admit to being the instigator plenty of times in these sort of situations. And why not, when he always plays along so beautifully? Maybe they're still working on that backlog of repressed sexual and emotional desire they both have, not (just) for each other but in general; duty and responsibility outweighing personal needs for far longer than they should have. No longer having to repress every impulse and need is a rather wonderful thing. If they're taking full, unapologetic advantage of that, Lune doesn't see a problem. ]
What can I say? You're inspiring me.
[ With a low chuckle of her own, she pops the last button of her shirt while Gustave gets rid of some clothing of his own, the fabric gaping and baring her down to her navel, clinging to her shoulders as she's still wearing her coat. The nip of coldness makes her skin prickle and nipples perk, but she hardly feels it when the warmth of arousal is gathering deep between her hips.
The brazen instruction has her smirking, those quick, nimble hands now diving between them. She pulls her hips back, giving herself enough room to work open his belt buckle with an audible, metallic click. The button and fly of his trousers follow, made quick work ofβ her dominant hand slips beneath the waistband of both trousers and underwear, unerringly finding her prize like he'd told her to. A humming purr of approval escapes her when those slender fingers wrap around his cock without coyness. ]
Friction is good for keeping warm, isn't it?
[ Grinning outright, Lune pulls his cock out of his pants, shielded between their bodies. Without waiting for response, that hand begins to move, fisting him up and down. How about those thermodynamics, hm? ]
Glad my inspirational efforts yield such pretty rewards. And my, you're so very pretty.
[ he's never been shy about reminding Lune of his attraction to her. not since they allowed themselves to feel something that wasn't fear, dread or any other various curse gifted upon them during their first trip to the Continent. it's a very liberating feeling to embrace. Lune had always been easy on the eyes since he's known her β he's undoubtedly caught himself staring for too long during one of her public performances. whenever that happened, he had been sure to shrug it off. there was no reason or need to think about such matters back then. they weren't at an age where they could enjoy such distractions.
that was then. now? a different game with different rules altogether. they were in their prime with hopefully much life to be lived, and Gustave wasn't intent on letting things pass him by any longer. he has plenty of interest in the innards and machinations of this train, but he'd throw it all out the window for a half hour of generating heat with Lune. the train will still be here after. ]
Mmm... I don't know. Pretty chilly today. Just going to have to work my dick harder, aren't you?
[ brazen is the mindset right now; death to modesty and restraint. that's why he wasn't particularly gentle with the way he ripped his vest apart from its buttons. he can sew the one that popped off back on later. he's particularly motivated by the relief washing over him with Lune's hand stroking away at his length. the mere sight of tanned breasts spilling out from her shirt is enough to stop him from whatever task he had in mind. his flesh hand was immediately soothing its palm along the fullness of one of her cups, thumb working over a nipple that no doubt responded to the frigid air long before he started playing with it. ]
Just realized something. We've never... heh, properly taken advantage of your, ah, floaty... ness. How hard is it to stay in the air when you're being fucked senseless, I wonder.
[ The flattering compliment garners Gustave a fond smile from the woman clinging to him, tinged with playful amusement as it is, and Lune leans in to press her mouth back against his in another kissβ firm and hungry but appreciative, returning that earlier nip with a light bite of her own to his bottom lip. She's yet to tire of hearing him say such pretty things to her, nor is she planning on letting them float by without a reward.
But his counterargument pulls a low laugh from her, those slender fingers pausing for a brief moment to squeeze indulgently around his cock before picking up the smooth, eager strokes up and down, as always enjoying the generous handful that to her judgment seems to be filling and firming up quite admirably in spite of the adverse temperature. ]
It doesn't seem to be disadvantaging you very much. But, I am open toβ uh, mm...
[ His warm hand smooths over a soft breast, thumbing a pearled nipple that stiffens a little more at such treatment, and she sighs in delight at the sensation. ]
...Open to suggestions.
[ Not about to disappoint, her hand picks up the pace, stroking his awakening cock with more vigor. No matter how many times she's already had him since they've started carrying on with each other, Lune still can't wait to have him split her apart all over again, feeling herself grow more aroused at the mere thought. And speaking of arousing thoughts... the idea of using her pictos to float in the air while he fucks her is making her feel so warm the cold around is barely a tingle against her skin. ]
Sounds to me like an oversight we should correct, hm? Conduct an... experiment.
[ She grins a touch slyly. Not exactly what they came here to study, but hey. ]
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this is fairly harmless, in the grand scheme of things. the train is far enough away from most of the foot traffic of the station, and the Grandis don't tend to move very far from their delegated spots anyway. there are windows, of course, but fortunately the doors were still functional and they were left to their own machinations in relative privacy.
how much sound may or may not travel through her is a different matter. there is a non-zero chance that the mountains are the last thing to be worried about now that their minds are drifting a certain direction. ]
I might not have much left to teach with how quick you are! Talented little thing, aren't you?
[ Gustave snickers as his arms release their coil around her waist. he knows she is secure now, and he can't let her be the only one stripping away at a moment's notice. he's pulling his scarf off from around his neck and dropping it lazily on the bar beside them, and his jacket is soon to follow when he manages to shrug it off. the cold becomes much more obvious as his body becomes more exposed to the elements, but he doesn't even have the time to process it. there are other pressing matters on the agenda β specifically, Lune's body pressing into his. ]
Though I suppose I can come up with a thing or two. You can start by unbuckling my belt... stuff your hand in there and fetch for my cock.
[ he'd remind her that this is exhibit A for how thermodynamics benefit them, but the nerd-talk can be shelved temporarily now that they're properly into this. ]
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What can I say? You're inspiring me.
[ With a low chuckle of her own, she pops the last button of her shirt while Gustave gets rid of some clothing of his own, the fabric gaping and baring her down to her navel, clinging to her shoulders as she's still wearing her coat. The nip of coldness makes her skin prickle and nipples perk, but she hardly feels it when the warmth of arousal is gathering deep between her hips.
The brazen instruction has her smirking, those quick, nimble hands now diving between them. She pulls her hips back, giving herself enough room to work open his belt buckle with an audible, metallic click. The button and fly of his trousers follow, made quick work ofβ her dominant hand slips beneath the waistband of both trousers and underwear, unerringly finding her prize like he'd told her to. A humming purr of approval escapes her when those slender fingers wrap around his cock without coyness. ]
Friction is good for keeping warm, isn't it?
[ Grinning outright, Lune pulls his cock out of his pants, shielded between their bodies. Without waiting for response, that hand begins to move, fisting him up and down. How about those thermodynamics, hm? ]
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[ he's never been shy about reminding Lune of his attraction to her. not since they allowed themselves to feel something that wasn't fear, dread or any other various curse gifted upon them during their first trip to the Continent. it's a very liberating feeling to embrace. Lune had always been easy on the eyes since he's known her β he's undoubtedly caught himself staring for too long during one of her public performances. whenever that happened, he had been sure to shrug it off. there was no reason or need to think about such matters back then. they weren't at an age where they could enjoy such distractions.
that was then. now? a different game with different rules altogether. they were in their prime with hopefully much life to be lived, and Gustave wasn't intent on letting things pass him by any longer. he has plenty of interest in the innards and machinations of this train, but he'd throw it all out the window for a half hour of generating heat with Lune. the train will still be here after. ]
Mmm... I don't know. Pretty chilly today. Just going to have to work my dick harder, aren't you?
[ brazen is the mindset right now; death to modesty and restraint. that's why he wasn't particularly gentle with the way he ripped his vest apart from its buttons. he can sew the one that popped off back on later. he's particularly motivated by the relief washing over him with Lune's hand stroking away at his length. the mere sight of tanned breasts spilling out from her shirt is enough to stop him from whatever task he had in mind. his flesh hand was immediately soothing its palm along the fullness of one of her cups, thumb working over a nipple that no doubt responded to the frigid air long before he started playing with it. ]
Just realized something. We've never... heh, properly taken advantage of your, ah, floaty... ness. How hard is it to stay in the air when you're being fucked senseless, I wonder.
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But his counterargument pulls a low laugh from her, those slender fingers pausing for a brief moment to squeeze indulgently around his cock before picking up the smooth, eager strokes up and down, as always enjoying the generous handful that to her judgment seems to be filling and firming up quite admirably in spite of the adverse temperature. ]
It doesn't seem to be disadvantaging you very much. But, I am open toβ uh, mm...
[ His warm hand smooths over a soft breast, thumbing a pearled nipple that stiffens a little more at such treatment, and she sighs in delight at the sensation. ]
...Open to suggestions.
[ Not about to disappoint, her hand picks up the pace, stroking his awakening cock with more vigor. No matter how many times she's already had him since they've started carrying on with each other, Lune still can't wait to have him split her apart all over again, feeling herself grow more aroused at the mere thought. And speaking of arousing thoughts... the idea of using her pictos to float in the air while he fucks her is making her feel so warm the cold around is barely a tingle against her skin. ]
Sounds to me like an oversight we should correct, hm? Conduct an... experiment.
[ She grins a touch slyly. Not exactly what they came here to study, but hey. ]