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Post by puck on May 21, 2010 23:32:37 GMT -5
"I better see some stripping as well." Puck added. She leaned back, keeping Kami with her. "I want a good show."
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Post by Kitrina on May 21, 2010 23:34:41 GMT -5
"I don't think you could. You don't--you don't look like the type to let all your friends have a ride to share the love." If she weren't so drunk, she wouldn't have had the bitterness in the tone. If she weren't drunk, she'd probably be insulting Munkustrap for something stupid. But she was drunk, and close to him, and he was drinking with her, and she felt fucking amazing.
"You never play rough? I thought--I thought everyone did."
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Post by flashgordon on May 21, 2010 23:42:47 GMT -5
"No." Munkustrap said, his voice soft, not quite a whisper, but very gentle. He was getting swimmy headed, feeling a little tipsy, but was struggling to keep a grasp on himself. "I've always been very loving with my mates." Half muttered, his arms snaked around her waist and squeeze slightly.
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Post by bombalurina on May 22, 2010 0:40:47 GMT -5
Bombalurina raised her arms in utter triumph. "FUCK YES. Good dare, Puck!". She scooted over, giving Plato full access to Tuggers lap and in turn smooshing her side up against Misto. She leaned back against the slight Tuxedo tom, almost using him as a backrest. More punishment. Taking another swig from the stolen bottle, she cheered loudly as Plato turned his shirt into a bra. "GET SOME!" She yowled, excited for another show.
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Post by puck on May 22, 2010 1:45:18 GMT -5
A smile spread across her lips as Puck tipped her glass towards Bomba. "I'm glad you approve."
It was about then that Kamaria's words fully sunk in. A Jellicle? She was a Jellicle just like that? No one ever accepted her that quickly, not even the groups that were just using her in the end. She couldn't believe that it was that easy. There had to be a catch somewhere. Might as well run with it as far as I can.
A couple of voices in the distance caught Puck's ear then, which flicked towards the sound. She turned her head toward the noise slightly but didn't draw any attention to it. Her tail swayed side to side as she turned back towards the show. The voices weren't doing any harm.
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Post by kamaria on May 22, 2010 5:12:39 GMT -5
Kamaria giggled gleefully and gave Puck a one-armed hug.
"Win and awesome. Go Plato!" she cheered, big grin on her face.
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Post by Mistoffelees on May 22, 2010 9:10:02 GMT -5
"GAH! Bomba, don't you dare," Misto yelled, wriggling. "THIS I need to see." And, finally, he shifted his weight to face the others, paws moving around Bomba's waist as he pulled her into his lap. If not tipsy, he wouldn't have done the move, but it was better that HE had control of it rather than be used as a backrest.
Punishment his ass, he was going to watch the comedy of the century. He'd normally say blackmail but... he had a feeling that Plato and Tugger would enjoy themselves FAR too much. Bastards.
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Post by Plato on May 22, 2010 10:37:37 GMT -5
As Plato's goal in life was to be Tugger Incarnate, the cheers egged him on. Any attention was good attention, and the laughter from the shirt that just screamed stuck in the early 90s was enough to push him forward.
With a grin, turned around, doing a poor parody of Kitrina's walk, hips swinging exaggeratedly as he undid the front button of his pants, then the fly before turning his back to Tugger, bending over, and wiggling his rump as he slid them down, unable to keep from laughing a bit. Kicking them off, with mild difficulty from his sneakers, he stood tall in his boxers--blue with yellow smiley faces everywhere--and rolled up the waistband as high as it could to pretend he was wearing hot pants. He whistled himself as he grinned, winking at Tugger, again exaggerated, as he used a forefinger to slide up one of the boxer legs to his thigh.
Hands moved to his shoulders, sliding over his chest, then more his groin as he sang, "Come on and touch my body~ Come on, come on, touch my bodyyyy~~~" before he dropped to all fours, crawled to Tugger, pulled up in his lap, and straddled his waist, rising and falling with excessively loud groans.
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Post by Kitrina on May 22, 2010 10:44:30 GMT -5
"Mmmm, you're such a sweet tom, aren't ya?" She purred, Americanisms still present. She thrived on the contact around her, something to remind her she was, well, pretty, really.
A glance was given to Plato as she gave a snort. "Bet that works somehow and he gets laid tonight."
A possibly too true statement as she shifted, yet again so she was more sideways on Munk's lap, arm moving behind his neck over his shoulders.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 22, 2010 10:57:14 GMT -5
Tugger grinned. "Heh. Nice attempt babes," he said. "But I've had far better."
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Post by Plato on May 22, 2010 11:24:18 GMT -5
"Come on, papiiiiii~ Don't you just wanna get in on this? Have you ever seen an arse like this?" Just to prove a point, he gave a rather comical wiggle.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 22, 2010 11:26:28 GMT -5
"You're trying to hard, baby," Tugger said, stroking Plato's arm in a clichéd way. "You gotta feel it, not think it."
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Post by Plato on May 22, 2010 12:03:18 GMT -5
"Oh, I think I'm feeling quite a bit, Papi~" Plato winked. He then scooted forward, still rolling his hips a bit before hooking his ankles behind the other's back, arching said back then as he allowed his torso to hang freely. Upside down, he gave Puck and Kamaria a thumbs up before pulling upright again, arms tugging at his shirt, then off and over his head.
Had to show off a LITTLE bit, huh?
"Come on, Papi~~~ give us a kiissssss~" Plato grinned, arms wrapping around Tugger's back as he made somewhat a kissy face at the other before being unable to keep from laughing, and laughing a bit hard at that. His shoulders shook a little bit before he leaned a little close, forehead pressing to that of his idol's.
"You wanna give them a real show?" he asked, voice a bit lower, maybe a bit more sexy. A few things went through his mind: one--he definitely wouldn't mind ANY sort of show with Tugger because Tugger was hot enough to attract even HIS attention, and two--chicks DEFINITELY dug guy on guy action, and he was generous, and Alonzo and Victor weren't around so he couldn't volunteer his generosity in letting either of his friends suck him off. Especially Alonzo. That bastard.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 22, 2010 12:20:01 GMT -5
Tugger put his hands on Plato's hips. "A show?" he purred.
It was Tugger who said that. It was the booze and the nip he'd had earlier that ran his hands up Plato's sides, smoothing back down to hook in the hem of his boxers.
"But wouldn't my gorgeous body distract their attention from you?"
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Post by Plato on May 22, 2010 12:31:53 GMT -5
Plato smirked a bit. "Maybe, but my arse is so perfect it belongs on a pedestal, and I'm hung like a horse."
He couldn't help the shiver with the hands as he re-situated himself. Tugger WAS God. HIS God.
Plato had no shame. Maybe that was one of the pluses to his personality, or the way his brain worked. He lived for the now. Carpe diem. And well, setting aside his blatant heterosexuality, he never ONCE denied that he thought Tugger was hot, because, well, face it--Tugger was, and were there any sort of offer, Plato would accept regardless of what it entailed. Well... maybe not arse fucking because that just sounded painful, but maybe Tugger was a bottom.
Carpe diem.
Fingers twisted in Tugger's ruff, amused.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 22, 2010 12:37:03 GMT -5
"Really?" Tugger asked. "A horse? How unpleasant." His eyes travelled downwards to what was just covered by Plato's boxers, then back up again. "I'm hung like tom. Much better for the queens."
He threw a glace over at Munkustrap and Kitrina. "You went about it the wrong way," he pointed out to Plato. "She only revealed enough to be interesting. She worked on revealing him too."
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Post by Plato on May 22, 2010 12:41:12 GMT -5
"You know what I mean, hahaha," Plato laughed, though he followed the other's gaze. "I didn't think Lapdancing 101 was on my agenda. And I think I'm wearing the wrong stuff to do it right. Not like I was really trying."
But God. Maybe he would snog Tugger. That'd be awesome. And totally make the girls hot.
He gave the grey queen more of a study. His type only by default--if it was female, he usually liked it. Granted, she was lesser his type but well, the dance was hot, and she seemed a little off-limits. Was fucking hilarious to see Munkustrap flustered but now he almost seemed to really enjoy it.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 22, 2010 12:44:33 GMT -5
"Ah," Tugger accused. "So you have the right clothes elsewhere?" he asked, snapping Plato's elastic. "A pretty little lacy number to show off for the boys?"
Kitrina was abrasive and difficult. That made her perfectly Tugger's type. The chase was half the fun. She looked like she'd be good at the other half too.
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Post by Mistoffelees on May 22, 2010 12:45:21 GMT -5
Mistoffelees found himself a bit stuck as he watched. There were two outcomes: one, he'd be amused, or two, he'd get jealous. He didn't quite know which way it'd go, but would try for the first one.
"That's it? That's the lamest lapdance I've ever seen," Mistoffelees called. "Funniest I've seen, but lamest as well."
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Post by Plato on May 22, 2010 12:47:45 GMT -5
"Hahaha, I don't know about lace to show off for the 'boys' but I've got the leather for the babes. Chicks dig that stuff--Misto, shut up, you faggot! My dance was AWESOME! At least part one was! Ahaha. Gimme the scotch." He grabbed the bottle for a quick swig before shifting his hips, trying to ignore the mild sting from the elastic snap.
Hurt. So. Good.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 22, 2010 12:51:18 GMT -5
"Plato in leather?" Tugger mused. "Now that would be one for the wall of hilarity. Up there with the time you lot got wasted and dared Victor to frock up. Don't hog," he added, snatching the bottle from Plato to continue the drinking.
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Post by Plato on May 22, 2010 12:58:28 GMT -5
"Shit, man, you remember that? Ahahaha, that's fucking AWESOME!" Plato thrived on the buzz from the liquor, though he smirked grandly. "And you haven't seen me in my leather. Don't knock it until you see it. I make chaps look amazing."
Damn right he did. As did his leather vest, his leather pants, and some of the leather undergarments. The feel of leather alone, setting aside the scent, drove him wild.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 22, 2010 13:02:29 GMT -5
"I've been more one for...moderation," Tugger said, wiggling the bare fingers on one leather-gloved hand. He brought his hand to poke Plato in the chest gently.
"Unless you intend to keep me amused, you ought to vacate my lap so as to allow another to entertain me. Unless you feel that you have more to offer," he added, with an oversized wink.
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Post by Plato on May 22, 2010 13:08:08 GMT -5
"Huh? OH! RIGHT! LAPDANCE! Uh, I think that was good enough, right? It had dancing, stripping, my sexy body, and..." he paused. "Oh, need some more sexy." And, with a grin, his second hand grabbed Tugger's ruff, a smirk coming to his face as he pressed his lips to the other in a hard kiss.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 22, 2010 13:11:13 GMT -5
It took Tugger mildly by surprise, but he was know for his ability to adapt, and object to nothing when drunk.
His hands gripped Plato's waist, his mouth opened and his tongue press against Plato's lips. The marvels of drink.
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Post by Plato on May 22, 2010 13:13:55 GMT -5
Plato's lips parted to allow the other access, tongue sliding against the other's as his hands gripped where they could on his shoulders, trying to shove Tugger onto his back in the midst of the kiss. Hey, if the other was going for it after he started it, he wasn't stopping. Definitely not.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 22, 2010 13:18:18 GMT -5
Tugger allowed himself to rest back, battling his tongue with Plato. He was drunk. He had no inhibitions about anything.
One hand left Plato to undo his own shirt buttons. He felt overdressed.
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Post by Plato on May 22, 2010 13:31:41 GMT -5
Well, Plato was definitely not bothering to fight off the stiffy he was getting as he worked the buttons from the opposite end, a bit deft really. Tugger incarnate perhaps indeed. Maybe just a few more years to truly get that essence as he slid a hand over Tugger's chest.
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Post by flashgordon on May 22, 2010 13:33:25 GMT -5
Even Munkustrap found Plato's dance somewhat amusing, which probably would have surprised anyone. But before he could respond to Kitrina, things seemed as if they were getting a little out of hand over there, and Munk's first though, undeniably, was:
'I don't want to watch my brother do that!'
Suddenly uncomfortable (all over again) for another reason, he turned his face away from the two, thus facing Kitrina's now, grumbling softly under his breath. Sometimes he wondered how he was related to Tugger... or how he dealt with things like this most days.
"I'd rather leave now." He mumbled, rubbing at an eye, trying to ignore the scene not far from them.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 22, 2010 13:37:15 GMT -5
With his rolled up boxers, there wasn't much Plato could do to hide that stiffness. Tugger's pants were getting tighter themselves.
It had taken Tugger longer than he would like to admit to become THE Tugger. Mostly because that would involve admitting he was over thirty.
His shirt fell open, letting Plato see that the golden trail disappeared into his pants. His hands ran up the back of Plato's legs, grabbing his butt under his boxers.
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