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 Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2019 1:13 pm
Lori was a good woman to know just exactly when to see herself out. Winter wasn't dumb enough to think she wasn't excusing herself exactly at this point on just a whim. Landry had a good sister.
Rising from his seat, he set his glass down with a clack on the table and made his way slowly around the table. "That's a good start, your highness. Royalty moves for no one after all."
His mains was muddled with a swirling concotion, swaying between drink and high to the point he was in ours impulse and whatever dumb idea seemed great at the time. It was also good that he used to drink so heavily back in the day but felt a bit more light in his tolerance from the months of being dry.
Speaking of dryspells, he slid himself against the wall in front of Landry and found himself having to look up into indigo violet eyes that reminded him of smoke at dusk. "You fill in all these right curved nicely." He said, raising a hand over the exposed slit of skin on Landry's upper thigh and letting his fingertips slid under the fabric back.
"Makes me wish I was your cameraman so I could look at every angle every day." He said, leaning himself up and against him as he looked up.
"I could worship a noble body like yours." He whispered.
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2019 1:26 pm
For what it was worth, Landry was most certainly in that 'queenly' mindset right now. He towered over Vivre, and his fogged mind couldn't help but be amused at how 'tiny' he seemed.
A tiny man approaching a god like himself. How dare he.
That roaming hand of his was met with a non forceful slap, and the words 'handslap!' could be heard muttered from Landry's lips, along side a soft laugh afterwards.
"Your compliments mean nothing to me, peasant. It takes more than a few words of flattery, and a sly tongue to earn a touch of this. Even more to earn a taste. It's far above any thing you could ever afford." He found himself even more amused with this, vaguely having the thought of trying acting out one of these days. Maybe he'd be good at it. The thought left just as quickly as it came, and instead, Landry took a half step back, only moving to lift his leg up and press it against Vivre's chest, pushing him backwards.
"If you say the words 'worship', I better see it. This 'royalty' before you will stand for nothing less." Despite his tipsy ways and the feeling of... Whatever it was that Lori slipped him taking over, Landry retained his balance on one foot. He was a professional after all.
And then came Lori's voice.
"Hmmm..." He looked down at Vivre, eyes surprisingly fierce in its gaze at the smaller man. "I don't know, is it, plebeian?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2019 6:43 pm
He jerked his hand back, shaking it and yet smiling. Leave it to a senshi to shout out their attack first. It was always surprising to feel his skin in his hand and yet he enjoyed the hot-red feeling warming the skin as it turned rosey.
Oh Landry. You'd do so well as a dominatrix. Someone classy and expensive, but not allowing a single touch. Velvet rooms. Very expensive liquor.
He got the air and the tone down. Someone dark like that inside that only liquor brought out? If he wished I'll on Landry, he'd keep him drunk more often.
Lori called out to them, but as he was pressed back, he glanced at the hallway and back. He really didn't like submitting to anyone and it was a dangerous game to play with him as he always went too far.
With the keg raised to his chest, he lifted one hand under his ankle and made sure to let his eyes run up the runway if his leg to the area between before looking up into Landry's eyes.
"If I'm only a common mutt to you, let me lap up any morsel that drops from your lips, Your highness." And he kissed the top of his foot gently.
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2019 3:12 pm
"If you are a common mutt, then you must be a deaf one, as you so very clearly did not answer my question." The kiss to his foot left the skin there tingling, his stomach doing a flip at the sensation, an he had half the mind to let him continue those kisses, to let them trail upwards and tend to him the way a royal should be tended to.
But Lori was right there, calling out to them, and he couldn't let those inhibitions he had go too quiet.
"A shame.. A shame really. You missed your reward for answering me." He pulled his leg away from Vivre and took another step back, smoothing out his dress and giving another good look of his hips and thighs to his friend.
"Oh well. Perhaps next time you'd figure it out properly rather than ignoring my words." Landry only smirked, pushing past Vivre and heading back to the couch where he sat down rather languidly, legs draping over the arm of it.
"Yes, Lori, it's safe, though I can't imagine why it wouldn't be."
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2020 8:24 am
Lori wasn't exactly the type to be embarrassed very easily, but she wasn't deaf either and this was her brother talking. If it weren't for the drugs in her system right now she'd probably run away from the situation entirely. So she cleared her throat before making a little crack with her fingers so she could peek into the hall. It was safe, Landry was not lying to her. Her hand dropped to her side and she did a little strut down the hall in her suit and then pulled the dress out from behind her back.
"Now Winter, we dress up for you. While I was in my room I found the perfect dress for you. I think it's only fair you allow me to make you look adorable as well." Lori wore a smirk on her face, one that said there was no way Winter was getting out of this.
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2020 7:56 am
He moved over, picking up his glass from the table and turned when Lori entered. She was wonderfully styled in her gorm-hugging tuxedo. A suit that opened like the frills if a bird on the top above her chest but buttoned low at the tightest point in the waist. The black slacks made a slender line down to her heels. While Laundry was playing Queen, Lori could very well rule a smoke-filled speakeasy. Somewhere where you bet more than money on games.
Her wicked lipstick smile was giddy as they squared on him. The dress was clearly not for Laundry, but was a shirt number with frills and, of all the colors in the world to torment him, pink.
He could imagine Bismuthite laughing as he ripped his hat to this moment.
"I suppose, but I'm not a model and won't fill that out as good as you two. Though can't imagine why you picked a tutu dress." And in pink of all things. He wasn't exactly a blushing maiden.
He moved in the back and took the dress.
It took time to figure it out, but after some lacing up and also trying the shoes Lori left out, he managed. Lori made sure to check in to help and after a while he came out feeling way more exposed than if he had just been naked. He didn't have their curves but was a lank, fit man. Lacking much in the way of body hair, the many scars and burn mark that was like a floating continent down his face to his shoulder stood out against his pale skin. The Negaverse had a severe lack of Sun and his nightly patrols didn't help his ghostly complexion either. His legs were shapely from running and squats, but also nicked from past scars. High heels in his uniform meant he could walk easily enough in the pink ballet-like shoes he was given.
He stepped out with the heavy buzz that at least helped him not feel too uncomfortable and turned.
It was looking to be a very long night.
FIN
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