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WHO: BORJAS AND CHINGSHIHS????
WHERE: CHINGSHIH TERRITORYYYYYY
OPEN/CLOSED: CLOSED WOW
WHEN: Day 3, morning

[Hey chingshihs guess what

astra wants to talk to you

also maybe other borjas EOS??? since trades are wanted]

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You want to take care of it now?

[hey smoke

do you know what time it is

time for astra to touch your face]

No time like the present, I think.

[tilts for it, just slightly]

Then follow me. My room's plenty big enough.

Please, lead the way.

[it's not a long walk. The room is spacious but sparse, mostly just a bed still. Smoke shuts the door firmly behind them, letting Astra get her bearings]

Sorry it's not much to look at it.

I'm not looking at the room anyway.

[AND YOU KNOW, SHE SURE ISN'T. mostly she is looking at yuri, and his chest. and also his pants, which she is casually unbuttoning, yeahh.]

[Smoke, a helper, just pulls his shirt off over his head before threading a hand into her hair and tugging her top off]

I appreciate that Borja's always got their eye on the prize.

Aren't you the same way? Your eyes are pretty sharp, it seems to me.

[stroking his dick as soon as she can get her hands on it, eager. her mouth goes to his neck, kissing and biting. she seems to be experimenting, almost, seeing what gets a reaction.]

That's why we'll get along just fine.

[Yuri's contained, but the sharper nips get a throaty hum and he bares more of her throat for her. His own hands keep busy, stroking indulgently down the full curve of her back before sliding forward to palm over a breast]

[

she makes a heady noise at his touch, entirely shameless. she's grinning, practically shaking with anticipation and trailing kisses down his chest.]

You know, I'd really like that...

[he pushes her breast up to suck at a nipple, teeth tugging roughly at it until it peaks, and his hands start tugging at her at any clothing left]

Then lets start building some good relations.

[laughs, a little breathless. she likes the roughness, the feeling of his teeth on her, the small sharp pain. she already knew that she had that inclination a little, but she can't help but wonder how far that goes, really -- wonders if she'll enjoy it, being properly violenced. she likes the idea, at least, and it sends a shudder down her spine. she helps him push the rest of her clothes off as well as she can one handed -- the other is still on his cock, watching him carefully to see what gets a good reaction]

[what gets a good reaction is her; he hums appreciatively at the hand at his cock, but he's more invested in his hands dragging his short from thigh to hip, over the curve of her ass.]

[that's a rush -- she knows that she's beautiful but it's something else, his hands and focus on her. she arches her back, squirming under his hands, her skin prickling with nervous excitement. she presses herself up against him. grinding shamelessly, making low sounds of desire without bothering to quiet herself.]

[she has his adrenaline up, all that strength, and her enthusiasm, too. She could just snap his neck but instead she's game, and that's—kind of amazing. Building good relations, no kidding.

He nudges her back, toward the bed.]

[she falls back on it easily, pulling him down on top of her. it's definitely pretty obviously how strong she is -- she's rough with him in a careless sort of way, like she just expects naturally that he'll keep up. but it's not violent, not really. she seems relaxed and happy, laughing a little as she pulls him down for a kiss]

[he's eager to keep up, wanting to give as good as he's getting because what's he's getting is good. He's kisses her deep and hard as he drags his hips against hers, his dick rubbing against the curly hair above her cunt]

[she turns her hips, angles them so that his dick slides nicely between her folds, rocking so that he rubs against her clit, and that definitely gets a visible reaction -- whining half in pleasure and half in frustration because she just wants more, grinding against him mindlessly]

Easy...

[He palms over her hip and under her ass, lifting her just slightly as he pushes inside her in one, smooth thrust]

[for a few moments she's almost still, other than her legs trembling a little under her own weight -- she doesn't even breathe until she does, inhaling sharply, following by a shaky exhale. she starts rolling her hips, slowly at first -- amnesia has taken all her experience but instinct leads her well enough for this part, and it's not long before she's moving faster]

[he presses his face between her breasts, hissing softly, matching that stillness because he needs it just as much. He twists his face, nuzzling, mouthing with sharp nips along the curve of her breasts as the heat of her just warms through his whole body. He starts to move in counterpoint, starting to move his hands again to feel along her curves, her shoulder, one hand curling around the back of her neck...]

[her fingernails rake down his back -- she restrains her strength as much as she can but it still leaves red lines, dragged from his shoulders down. she cries hoarsely whenever he fucks into her, grinning viciously, her hair matted to her skin, slick with sweat and feverishly warm and her toes just curl into the mattress as she meets him thrust for thrust, building harder and faster]

[He's careful to meet her eyes as he presses his palm against her throat, presses down, curling his fingers around the column of it and bearing his weight into it, using the leverage of the angle to fuck her harder]

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