Well then. Rowan watches intently as Penny licks his thumb, grey eyes darkening for a moment, before they tilt their head, adjusting their stance until they're leaning forward slightly.
"Couple of ways. Look in the cupboard in your room - should be some there. There'll be some changes too, if you want to get out of that shirt and into something clean. Leave the old one lying around and the fae'll clean it for you. That'll get rid of the sticker and all.
"Second way," they lift a hand, index finger extended, and add their middle finger to it, "get a job. Plenty of us've got shops and shit here, and 'cos people go in and out, there's always places what need an extra hand or two. Max's always looking for help if you got any experience in cafes." They gesture down the road towards the French Kiss, not that it's particularly obvious which shop they're gesturing towards.
And as they bring their hand back, they lift their ring finger, adorned with a gold band of three different colours of gold interwoven, to match the other two. "Third way, fuck for it." And with that they lean in closer, a flirty smirk once again spread across their lips. Two can play this game.
Penny grins. He can't believe his fucking luck. "First two sound boring. I hate boredom," he informs them slowly. He glances obviously up and down their body. "You don't look boring at all." He takes another slow bite of the cupcake, eyes twinkling with good humor as he stands slightly aloof and nonchalant, letting Rowan lean in.
Fuck, he loves the short ones, and how they have to go up on tiptoe to get near him.
Funnily enough, Rowan's thinking how nice it is to have another tree to climb. If they'd known they were going to get lucky on the way home they might have put their heels on.
"I'd bloody well hope not, I got a reputation to keep." Taking a step in closer, into Penny's personal space, they reach out with the finger they'd just indicated with, pinching a scoop of icing from the cake. "But the proof's in the pudding, and all." They lick it clean with grey eyes fixed on Penny's, pink tongue visible, before they pop their finger in their mouth. Their gaze breaks from his for a moment as their eyelashes flutter, a suggestive moan filling the air between them.
"Mmm, you sound good licking my things," Penny croons softly, his eyes darkening as his pupils dilate, watching the other suck on their fingertip with an avid attention for every small detail as if he's committing the moment to memory. "Makes me wonder what other noises I could get out of you. Bet it wouldn't be boring. For either of us."
Rowan smirks, licking the last trace of icing from their finger and dropping their hand to Penny's hip unashamedly. "Want to find out? I can give you a tour of my bedroom, if you want." Just as well it's not too much of a trek back, since Rowan does have a couple of limits, and fucking somewhere that people could walk in on them in one of them. "Give you a proper welcome and all."
"You know, I just had my to-do calendar cleared for me yesterday? I've got nothing but free time," Penny told them, grinning. He took the last bites of the cupcake, sighed happily, and licked his fingers quickly. "Lead the way, sweet thing. Can't wait to see if you're more lemon sherbert or black mossy in flavor."
"I reckon you won't be wanting for things to do soon enough." Rowan returns, putting a little intone on 'things' that implies that they might well also mean people. No one this forward has an empty bed for long in this place.
They tuck their arm around his, tugging on him to follow them back towards the castle. It's a journey they know well enough to do with their eyes closed now, which is just as well because their attention has definitely been stolen by the man beside them. Soft fingers trace a teasing pattern on the inside of his wrist, a delicate touch intended to leave him thinking of more. "'Sides you said you was starving. I wouldn't mind something to gobble up myself neither."
Penny grins- this sprite is his favorite flavor of sassy and confident, and the tiny little gentle touches they trace on his forearm make him think of how much he wants them to clutch there later, seeking self-control. He lets the other lead them both as he says pointedly, "Sure, we can start there, let you get a taste. You've been so generous, I'll let you have what you want. But I'll be damned if I don't get what I want, too, and that includes every one of those sighs and moans you showed off earlier." He looks down at them with a steady gaze as they walk, hoping to see the same excitement for adventure rushing to their head, too.
Rowan is definitely looking eager, and pretty pleased with themself as well. Their eyes are dark with lust, their hold on him firm in a way that suggests they'd like to be holding harder, but are holding off for now. It's been a while since they just picked someone up, and it's fun. Almost as fun as Penny promises to be later.
"I'm sure we can find a compromise that leaves you well satisfied." They offer. Not that they're intending to leave unsatisfied themself. They don't have time for bad sex, if Penny doesn't walk as good as he talks, they'll take charge and take their own pleasure, with all the experience of someone who's spent most of their adult life picking people up for one night stands. Return visits are something they've only really had a chance to play around with here.
As they reach the castle door, Rowan untangles themself briefly to push it open. "Spring's this way. But I'm normally in autumn, these days." They add, pointing to the other side of the castle. They're not going to bring a hook up to the room they share with their partners, though.
"I'm in autumn- the room with the squirrels and nuts carved around the door? It's about the only way I can fucking find it, drives me nuts," laughs Penny easily, his heartbeat starting to tick up with excitement. There's something about a first time that just does it for him, every time. It's the thrill of discovery, of learning what makes someone else tick, of trying old tricks between new thighs and learning all new ways to make someone else come undone. "I think I got lost in Spring- yesterday? Wandering around. A little butterfly-looking chick guided me back to the Autumn baths, took fucking forever."
It's been just as hard to keep himself to this little one's pace, as they guide him through turns and twists. The way the smirk keeps playing on their lips is maddening and suddenly Penny can't find any reasons for self-denial. "Hey, wait up," he says, stopping them both, sliding his hands to grip their elbows. "You got objections to PDAs?" he asks lowly, looking around the empty corridor before fastening his gaze on their lips, his intent made obvious when he bites his own bottom lip. "Because I know we're close but I want a free sample, if you don't mind- just enough to tide me over until we're there?"
Funnily enough, 'butterfly-looking chick' could be a number of the ladies here that Rowan knows. They chuckle at the story, but make a note of Penny's room. They might want to find it some other time.
They let themself be turned to face him, then let out a low, pleased hum. Draping their slim arms around his neck, they push themself up on their toes to reach him, their chest against his. Padded as it is by the layers between them, there's no hint of breasts there, though there's nothing pushing against his hip either. "I ain't got no issues, no. No clothes off, though, you don't get to see nothing until we're behind locked doors." And more importantly, neither does anyone else who might happen to be passing. But with that warning given, they lean in to seal the deal, claiming his lips with enthusiasm and no small amount of experience. It's a kiss designed to tease, a promise of more hidden in hungry moans and little laps of their tongue against his lips, their fingers winding into the hair at the base of his skull.
God, he's missed this, missed the feel of soft lips against his own, it's been weeks. He loves the ones that try to climb him, the ones he could throw over his shoulder and toss into the bed. He can't wait to get this one alone and find out what they like, what they'll do for him, but they're already showing good, giving, and game, and honestly, that's all he needs for a good time. He hums into the kiss, a pleased, interested sound, deepening the kiss just to see if they'll follow him into something less playful. After a few strained heartbeats of discovery, he pulls back just far enough to brush their lips together as he whispers, teasing and just a little smug, "Well, well, here I was thinking I was seducing you, but you're more than a match for me, look at you."
Allowing him to deepen the kiss, Rowan opens up to Penny, giving him a long moment to explore, before they attempt to return the favour. They push against him more, gently tugging on the hair they've woven their fingers into him to try and get him to part his lips in turn, always giving as good as they get.
When the kiss parts, their eyes are bright, lips red, and they lick them eagerly, lapping up the last tastes of Penny there. "Ain't the first to make that mistake." They smirk back, with a light wiggle against him that has them writhing lightly against his crotch. "It's all good, I got other ways to make things interesting." After all, with a full year to sharpen their already well established skills, they should be able to find something that strikes his fancy.
And with that thought, they lean in again for another kiss, pressing their arms down on his shoulders to give him a moment's warning, and then jumping up to wrap their legs around his waist. While they expect him to catch them, they trust their own ability to make the jump, showing off a bit of their natural athleticism. They just won't be able to hold their own weight there for long, as light as they are. Very flexible, but very weak.
Penny tries not to grin into the kiss as he quickly shifts his arms to hold them in place, showing off a little of the lean muscles he works so hard to maintain. They're a fun package and they're really doing it for him, giving him everything that makes joy and urgency boil beneath his skin. But no one likes kissing teeth and if he smiles too hard, that's all they'll be kissing. "Mm," he hums, instead, appreciatively, pulling back to give them a delighted smile and hard eye contact. "You think you can guide me backwards, and I'll just carry you the whole way?" he says, bouncing them a little, to show off that he's good with the carry. "Or we'll have to stop, now, and walk a little faster because you are exactly the dessert I was hoping to find, and now that I've had a taste, I want more."
Ooops. It came out a little growly there, at the end. But, he's pretty sure they're not going to be intimidated by a little gruffness.
"It ain't too far." Rowan promises, with a little wiggle to encourage him. Only a little one, because being dropped isn't sexy (unless it's onto a bed or something else soft). "Just don't drop me on the stairs, and we're all good. Or anywhere else, obviously, but 'specially not on the stairs." They'd heal, but it's always awkward explaining how quickly they do so.
"And then you can eat me all up." They add, leaning in so their breath ghosts over Penny's ear. They follow it up with a little nibble over the curve of it, their body pressed against his to do so. "Go up the stairs at the end of the corridor, then left on the first floor."
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Well then. Rowan watches intently as Penny licks his thumb, grey eyes darkening for a moment, before they tilt their head, adjusting their stance until they're leaning forward slightly.
"Couple of ways. Look in the cupboard in your room - should be some there. There'll be some changes too, if you want to get out of that shirt and into something clean. Leave the old one lying around and the fae'll clean it for you. That'll get rid of the sticker and all.
"Second way," they lift a hand, index finger extended, and add their middle finger to it, "get a job. Plenty of us've got shops and shit here, and 'cos people go in and out, there's always places what need an extra hand or two. Max's always looking for help if you got any experience in cafes." They gesture down the road towards the French Kiss, not that it's particularly obvious which shop they're gesturing towards.
And as they bring their hand back, they lift their ring finger, adorned with a gold band of three different colours of gold interwoven, to match the other two. "Third way, fuck for it." And with that they lean in closer, a flirty smirk once again spread across their lips. Two can play this game.
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Fuck, he loves the short ones, and how they have to go up on tiptoe to get near him.
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"I'd bloody well hope not, I got a reputation to keep." Taking a step in closer, into Penny's personal space, they reach out with the finger they'd just indicated with, pinching a scoop of icing from the cake. "But the proof's in the pudding, and all." They lick it clean with grey eyes fixed on Penny's, pink tongue visible, before they pop their finger in their mouth. Their gaze breaks from his for a moment as their eyelashes flutter, a suggestive moan filling the air between them.
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They tuck their arm around his, tugging on him to follow them back towards the castle. It's a journey they know well enough to do with their eyes closed now, which is just as well because their attention has definitely been stolen by the man beside them. Soft fingers trace a teasing pattern on the inside of his wrist, a delicate touch intended to leave him thinking of more. "'Sides you said you was starving. I wouldn't mind something to gobble up myself neither."
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"I'm sure we can find a compromise that leaves you well satisfied." They offer. Not that they're intending to leave unsatisfied themself. They don't have time for bad sex, if Penny doesn't walk as good as he talks, they'll take charge and take their own pleasure, with all the experience of someone who's spent most of their adult life picking people up for one night stands. Return visits are something they've only really had a chance to play around with here.
As they reach the castle door, Rowan untangles themself briefly to push it open. "Spring's this way. But I'm normally in autumn, these days." They add, pointing to the other side of the castle. They're not going to bring a hook up to the room they share with their partners, though.
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It's been just as hard to keep himself to this little one's pace, as they guide him through turns and twists. The way the smirk keeps playing on their lips is maddening and suddenly Penny can't find any reasons for self-denial. "Hey, wait up," he says, stopping them both, sliding his hands to grip their elbows. "You got objections to PDAs?" he asks lowly, looking around the empty corridor before fastening his gaze on their lips, his intent made obvious when he bites his own bottom lip. "Because I know we're close but I want a free sample, if you don't mind- just enough to tide me over until we're there?"
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They let themself be turned to face him, then let out a low, pleased hum. Draping their slim arms around his neck, they push themself up on their toes to reach him, their chest against his. Padded as it is by the layers between them, there's no hint of breasts there, though there's nothing pushing against his hip either. "I ain't got no issues, no. No clothes off, though, you don't get to see nothing until we're behind locked doors." And more importantly, neither does anyone else who might happen to be passing. But with that warning given, they lean in to seal the deal, claiming his lips with enthusiasm and no small amount of experience. It's a kiss designed to tease, a promise of more hidden in hungry moans and little laps of their tongue against his lips, their fingers winding into the hair at the base of his skull.
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When the kiss parts, their eyes are bright, lips red, and they lick them eagerly, lapping up the last tastes of Penny there. "Ain't the first to make that mistake." They smirk back, with a light wiggle against him that has them writhing lightly against his crotch. "It's all good, I got other ways to make things interesting." After all, with a full year to sharpen their already well established skills, they should be able to find something that strikes his fancy.
And with that thought, they lean in again for another kiss, pressing their arms down on his shoulders to give him a moment's warning, and then jumping up to wrap their legs around his waist. While they expect him to catch them, they trust their own ability to make the jump, showing off a bit of their natural athleticism. They just won't be able to hold their own weight there for long, as light as they are. Very flexible, but very weak.
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Ooops. It came out a little growly there, at the end. But, he's pretty sure they're not going to be intimidated by a little gruffness.
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"And then you can eat me all up." They add, leaning in so their breath ghosts over Penny's ear. They follow it up with a little nibble over the curve of it, their body pressed against his to do so. "Go up the stairs at the end of the corridor, then left on the first floor."