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[ What began as a heated conversation seemed to earn the curiosity of the lobby's dawdlers and passer-bys-- until it became downright explosive. The boisterous tone of voice was all too recognisable, for everyone there had found themselves subjected to Grell's charades at least once, and for most, that was one time too many. The smartest of them would turn on heel and leave the direction they came.

Unfortunately, those that were in the immediate vicinity wouldn't have such privilege. A foolish, albeit good-hearted young woman had just stepped between Grell and the target of her aggression, in hopes of diffusing the situation. Instead, the enraged redhead snatched the new receptionist by the hair. ]

Oh, is this what it's all about, then! This wagtail bitch?!

[ Immediately, several reapers jump in to take Grell's arms and detach her. While they are successful, it only earns a face-splitting grin from her - for, now, she has a better distraction. Flipping one man over her shoulder, she gives him a splitting kick before turning on the rest of them. It's nothing short of a brawl. ]

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[ Kneeling bare chested in front of her has him pondering the question. He feels like an answer should be obvious, but for now, he can't seem to think of one that holds up. For now, he just states it as 'Work" and resumes their enthusiastic exchange of kisses.

Eventually, his lips leave her's to trail down along her jaw, down her neck and along her clavicle to the other side. There's heavy breaths peppered between the kisses and William vaguely wonders if he'd ever gotten this heated, this quickly, with his ex. ]

[ Ah, work. Of course William would say as much. The snerk his answer earns is quickly drowned out and forgotten, however; his kisses have her humming, sighing, even mewling, as he finds the most pleasurable spots.

Meanwhile, her palms glide over his skin, slow and purposeful, kneading at the muscle beneath. They find their way up his shoulders and along his neck, until her fingers thread into his hair. Finally, she'll have her way with it. ]

Stunning, and you know how to treat a lady♥.. my...

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[ Surprisingly, William doesn't pull back or scold her for mussing up his hair. Is he merely preoccupied or does he sincerely like the sensation of her manicured nails raking across his scalp? Perhaps she'll have to inquire later.

Regardless, William lets a subtle groan of approval escape him as he focuses on a particular spot on her neck. The force of the attention is sure to leave a lasting mark, even for a quick healing reaper. ]

[ Grell would suspect it's the latter, but he doesn't leave her with much time to dwell on it. The attention sets her nerves alight, and the idea of being marked, tenfold.

Heaving a shuddered sigh, her fingers wind into his hair, her thighs pressed into his sides as she rocks her hips up to meet his. She must know if he's anywhere near as hard as he's made her. ]

Mn, don't stop...

[ He obliges, shifting his lips slightly to work on a second branding. Swathing his tongue along the skin before a brief bite. Then sucking at the skin until it sufficiently reddens.

It's when her hips meet his that he finally falters. Feeling her erection press against him is a harsh reminder that he is, in fact, touching another male body. Though Grell's been a wonder at playing the part, he'd never so much batted any eye at the fact that things weren't really what they seemed with her. He'd respected it, of course, as what friend wouldn't? But he'd never imagined they'd be in this intimate embrace. Finally, the blur between presentation and physical reality was having a divide.

He pulls back, returning to his kneeling position. He's firm, certainly, but not nearly as hard as her. With his mind so hazy from the alcohol he's feeling quite confused, indeed! ]

[ With a pouty sigh, she's forced to untangle herself from William! Idly, she trails her fingertips over his kiss marks. ]

You've already done a number on me... What other marks do you hope to leave?

[ Thinking he must want to admire his work, she stretches her neck out prettily for him... and yet, he just seems to be terribly lost?

Relaxing, her brow knits. ]

Will? What is it?

[ William's own frown is one of confusion. ]

I'm not certain. I suddenly feel... [ What's the right word? ] ...nervous?

[ He rubs at his eyes and forehead. ]

Which is absurd. Honestly, why did you allow me to drink so much.

Nerv--... Ah.

[ Even as drunk as they are, it's easy to recall the detail that seems to hinder her most in this (after)life! She's been down this road before.

Legs crossing over at the ankles, behind his back, she uses his weight to sit upright, propping herself with one of her arms. With the other, she trails her fingertips along the waist of his sleepwear idly. She won't give up the teasing just yet. ]

Don't you worry, darling. Just show me what you like, and I'll worry about the rest.

I know you don't wish to hear this, but I've no experience with another man.

[ He moves his eyes from hers, down to where her finger teases. ]

And I wouldn't think it right to ignore your body and only focus on my own.

[ There's the smallest huff through her nostrils. No, she doesn't care for that term at all.

Still, that does sound promising, she thinks. Enough so that her lips twitch into a lopsided smile. ]

Well then. I'll show you what to do.

[ There's a tilt to her head, expression fierce and daring. ]

Very well.

[ William takes hold of her wandering hand, forcing it to slip beneath the hem of his trousers. ]

First, I believe we should get me to where you are.

[ He motions with a nod of his head to where her own cock is straining against her delicate panties. ]

[ The man won't have much resistance, where that is concerned. Grell allows him to move her as he pleases, younger dashing to wet her lips with a heated little sigh as her fingertips graze his cock. ]

I believe you're right.

[ While she makes to cup his length with her palm, her other trails over his hip and back to cup his ass. This, of course, requires her to be closer, and allows her lips to press against his chest. ]

[ William makes things a tad easier by inching down his pants to just below his hips. It frees him, entirely. His cock, half hard in Grell's grip, is slowly showing more and more interest in the night's activities.

Unfortunately, the rear end might not be as exciting for Grell. He doesn't have much ass to grab! ]

[ Ah, but when one expects there to be little rear to work with, disappointment is easily avoided! In fact, it's as muscular and tight as the rest of him, so she finds some appeal. In any case, it might feel nice for him.

As her hand teasingly explores the dips of his ass, she slowly guides her hand along the shaft of his cock. ]

You're a tough one to please, aren't you, William? [ She mutters into his ear, after peppering kisses beneath his jaw. ] Quite alright, I rather prefer to savour the moment.

I imagine you're skilled enough to appease me. At least in the bed room.

[ His own words are stern and not nearly as lustful, but it's obvious he wants to see what she's capable of. There's a hearty groan as her fingers stroke over the head, then down again. His own arms encircle Grell's shoulders, cupping the back of her head as he takes her in a forceful kiss. ]

[ William's comment earns a tick of her brow! ]

Just the bedr'm--...mmn...

[ Ah, she typically can't stand to be interrupted, but perhaps it isn't so bad this way. His kisses are opium on her lips - and though her blood may be thick with liquor, she thinks she may want this to last forever.

Well, perhaps not forever. Grell hasn't had the chance to see his cock properly yet! Though, she can begin to imagine it, taking great care to apply gentle pressure to his girth whist exploring from head to hilt. How he will taste. What it may feel inside of her.

A soft moan is muffled against his lips, though she is the one pleasuring him! ]

[ When their kiss breaks, William's forehead remains against hers. His breathing is deep, but not ragged. He's focused on the moment, enjoying her soft hands as they caress his cock. Eventually, his lips drift towards her ear where his speaks in a hush, yet stern tone. ]

Show me what your mouth can do.

[ He slowly sits upright on his knees, his cock coming level with her face, finally giving her a full view. ]

[ The swathe of his heated breath over her ear has Grell shivering, a satisfied sigh rolling off her lips. And his request-- ah, he's a daring man! Not many have been brave enough to kiss her, and fewer still trust their tender flesh to her fang-like teeth.

William, however, does not falter in the slightest.

Hands gliding up along his hips, the redheaded reaper takes in the sight of him admiringly. Her tongue darts over his lips whilst meeting his eyes over the frames of her glasses. ]

Are you always this bossy in the bedroom-- sir?

[ Though, she clearly likes it- for, as she speaks, her hands glide back over his cock gratuitously, as she leans forward to nuzzle its head along her lips as she speaks. ]

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Honestly, my bedroom activities with others is not your business. Instead of asking questions, you will stay focused and do as I say.

[ And since she already got a command from him, he gives her the rare opportunity to complete the task without telling her twice. At least with this, he has faith she won't ignore his instruction. ]

[ Not only does he trust that she won't grate him mercilessly, he even has the nerve to demean her! She chuckles, because she just loves it.

Holding his gaze, she rolls her lips over the tip of his cock, and slowly takes him in, not faltering until her eyes inevitably mist. Her lashes flutter to resist the tears, then falling over her rosy cheeks as she savors the struggle. It gets the faintest groan out of her, nail lightly raking over his thighs. ]

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[ Rather impressed already, William decides to test her limits. His hand tightens in the hair at the back of her head, forcing her to remain still. He's well aware of how dangerous this could be, should she start coughing or gagging, but perhaps it gives him just as much of a thrill as her. The warmth of her mouth around him, along with her loyal compliance has a pleased hum escaping him. ]

[ Drawing a sharp breath through her nostrils, Grell's throat threatens to tighten on her from stimulation alone. Brows knitting and fingers grasping at his hips, the fleeting sensation of panic leaves her breath trembling in a silent whimper.

Ah, she prays he isn't merely a fool brazen on liquid courage. This is much too good. ]

Open.

[ A single command, and should she obey, he'll pull himself free of her mouth. She's given a moment to catch her breath before he's bravely reclaiming her throat. ]

[ Grell peeks up at him, parting her mouth wider with question in her eyes. Indeed, that's precisely what he means, and her breath is hot as she heaves a sigh, swallowing.

No sooner does she have his cock at her lips - and she complies without thinking, eager to take him once more. Her fingers idly pet along his skin, her already fuzzy mind lost to lust. She'd do damn near anything he demands.

A choked little moan escapes her, tilting back into the grip he has on her hair, so that she may bob forward just so, despite how it may strain her tender scalp to do so.

Actually, by the curl of her toes, it's likely that is a motivating factor. ]

[ Though the urge to begin fucking her throat is quite strong, William holds back. After all, he'd told her to showcase her skills, and he's quite keen on experiencing what she has to offer on her own. Thus he remains sturdy, releasing his grip on her the slightest bit so she may have a touch more give to please him with. ]