[Closed; Mushverse Past] Basco/Marvelous voice testing/history sharing.

[captainmarvelous]

It still feels like I'm inside a dream as the startlingly red captain takes me onto his ship. I have the image of it first coming into view still burned to my eyelids; when I blink I still see it as it rose in the sky behind him, as red and bold as its captain. I haven't felt so drawn to something in my life, its call as strong to me as the song of the stars. It's as if even the blood in my veins longs for it; I don't think I could have refused the captain's offer to join his crew, even with how strong my pride can be.

He shows me the engine room, the impressive inner mechanisms that keep the ship airborne, keep it humming with life. And it does have life, more than any ship I've been on before. I can feel it humming under my touch as I grip a railing. This ship has a voice, has a story to tell me, or maybe one to make with me.

The brief yet concise tour eventually comes to the main living room, what I can feel just with my first steps is the heart of the ship. It's sparsely furnished, a small table with a pair of chairs, a tiny couch with coffee table, the main controls for the computer screen on the far wall. And of course the captain's chair.

I hover at AkaRed's elbow for a moment, drinking in my surroundings as he points out the stairs that lead down toward the crew quarters, the doorway that leads to the galley, and the other stairs that lead up to the crow's nest.

It already feels like home. Like I've lived here all my life.

AkaRed moves to sit in his chair, tells me to make myself at home, pick out a room for myself. I shoulder the small pack I brought with me, all I usually travel with, and spin around, drinking the room in all over again.

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[captainmarvelous]

I snort, and roll my eyes a little, because really. He's so dramatic all the time.

"I know you'll do whatever you damn well please. It was just a question, not a request."

The teasing continues, the taunting, little stings and glancing touches. A bit of pain with the pleasure, enough to draw a few winces from me, though they're mostly just for show. Just to make him feel satisfied with himself.

...Not too satisfied with himself though.

I do groan when he lays out what he has planned, because it's quite a promising scenario, and I'm not going to outright lie when I want something as much as he does.

I know how to pick my snippy battles with him.

"I just fucking want you inside me already." I answer him, a small challenge in my voice and in my gaze. I lift my hips a bit, and clutch at the pillows behind me, licking my lips and holding his gaze.

[curryjolokia]

He dares me back, shoving me just as hard as I'm shoving him. I can try all I want to intimidate him; I won't make a dent in that confidence of his, that cool surety he's got that things are never outside his control.

I wouldn't have him any other way.

I thrust forward, sinking deep inside him in one long push. He's impossible in every way, maddening sometimes, and at others he warms me, lights something hidden deep inside my body, behind shields of spiny bone. Something I don't like to look at.

So I don't, just pushing deep, til he bows beneath me, til my strongly braced posture over him finally sags. I'm slumped down over him; one hand's still holding me up, one hand's still hovering near where we're joined, and my thumb's started rubbing slow circles on the tendon of his inner thigh, thoughtlessly fond.

And my shoulders are bowed, head hanging low, and his temple's in range as I draw a hard breath and jerk my hips forward, just in case there was another bit of space inside him for a bit more of me.

My lips graze his skin, tasting the sweat gathered at his hairline, pressing a gentle kiss there as his body clenches around me, as we settle into place together, with each other. I kiss his hairline again, his temple, and then I realize I'm doing it and I pull back, baring my teeth in a silent snarl. I didn't even really think about it, just...did it. Kissing his mouth's one thing, because I get something from that, but...

So I bite the crest of his ear, my fangs sharp enough that even a little nip like that draws a bit of blood, to change the subject.

"You feel me?" I ask, a growl seated firmly in my throat, roughing up my speech. "Feel good?"

[captainmarvelous]

Oh I feel him. I feel him deep inside me, felt him slide all the way in in one smooth thrust. My body takes little time to adjust, welcomes him even.

I feel him as he pushes forward more, trying to get every last bit of his length inside me. I feel the way he reacts when I clench around him, drawing him further in as he jerks.

And I feel him as he kisses my hairline, then again, them my temple. Gentle and sweet. Something he's never done before.

I don't react, since that would probably make this awkward, knowing him. I don't mind the kisses, the tiny and new signs of affection.

Affection.

He seems too mind, not that I dislike the sharp sting of his fangs as he bites at my ear.

Yes. I feel him.

I nod, and gift him with a throaty groan. I reach up for the headboard, reaching for something to grip as I lift my hips, up and forward, wrapping one leg around him to move him to a better angle inside me.

[curryjolokia]

He shifts under me, folds his leg around me; I'm still distracted by my own small gesture of - of affection - so it startles me, catches my breath on my teeth sharply as he rocks us together, changes the angle.

That'll make a guy focus for sure, though, and with my teeth bared I snicker, rolling my hips forward sharply. It jerks us both forward, and his grip on the headboard's suddenly really valuable.

"Hold. Hold on." I didn't my voice to catch so sharply, or for it to be so rough with want.

I can feel I'm still growing within him, still swelling. And the way he's looking at me, the way he's got...

I shake my head, close my teeth on a growl, and thrust forward, gripping his shoulder with one hand and pulling toward myself. Don't want to shove him away when I start pounding him.

[captainmarvelous]

Like I wouldn't hold on anyway. I know how he fucks, I know if I didn't hold on to something he's have my head slamming into the headboard hard enough to possibly almost knock me out.

I can feel him swelling inside me, filling me up, stretching me. It's not a new experience, and it's certainly not one I mind, but it's still exciting when it happens.

He grabs my shoulder and pulls me closer, and my arms strain slightly above my head. Muscles taught, hands holding fast to the headboard.

I groan, and let out a growl to meet his. Not quite as animalistic as his, but damn well close.

[curryjolokia]

If he's tense, he's ready, and I'm off to the fucking races. No need to pussyfoot around with Mabe; he can handle me, and that's saying a lot.

I can't bend closer to him in this position, not really, but that's okay - all that needs to meet is his ass to my hips, hard as I can manage it. Over and over, long as he can bear it and a bit longer if I'm not done by then. The pace quickens as I start to feel myself unravel, though the end's a fair pace off still. Still got time for adding plenty of bruises to the both of us yet.

"Know something, Mabe?" My speech is punchy, syllables chopped up into the groupings that fit into each of my harsh-drawn breaths as I slam into him. "Not nothing I've ever fucked turns me on like you do. Never met an ass like you before."

You, not 'yours'. I grin, crooked, a warm spark of light in my eye as I hold his gaze and fuck him raw.

[captainmarvelous]

That's good, I think to myself, a lustful smirk on my lips, because I've never met anyone else that fucks me like you do.

I snort at the ass comment, and bless him with a little eye roll. I'm breathing too hard to form words properly now, beyond curses, but I still want him to know that I caught that.

I meet his thrusts with small jerks of my hips, the most I can manage with the position I'm in. The fire builds in my gut, and not a slow burn either. Like a match to paper.

My dick is hard between us, already weeping, but I'm not really focusing on that ache, I'm much more interested in every single fucking time his dick drives in deep and sends sparks so bright through my I see fucking stars.