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Post by Plato on May 22, 2010 13:43:08 GMT -5
Plato's tail swished as he ground against the other, certainly thrilled, fingers bunching and releasing the ruff constantly. It was fun to play with. He broke contact with the other's mouth only for a moment, one to grab the bottle of scotch to take a drink (had to refuel), the other to fill his mouth as he kissed the the other again, more sloppily trading the scotch as his right hand shoved down the front of Tugger's pants, encircling his member.
... damn.
Just... damn.
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Post by Mistoffelees on May 22, 2010 13:46:22 GMT -5
Mistoffelees, like Munkustrap, now also didn't want to.
Tugger got fucking hard for Plato, and not him. Granted, he was drunk now but still, there was some sort of truth to every bit.
"Just get on with the questions," he grumbled, head turned the other way, not wanting to watch, and maybe he took the scotch for another drink to forget.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 22, 2010 13:47:16 GMT -5
Tugger swallowed the drink from Plato's mouth, then continued the assault of their tongues.
He grinned into the kiss when Plato's hand went down his pants. At least that was one part where his ego was justified.
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Post by Kitrina on May 22, 2010 13:49:21 GMT -5
"Few more minutes~?" Kitrina asked, lower lip pouting slightly as she cuddled closer, the bottle of vodka seized once more. "I need a good laugh. And blackmail."
Although the question remained. She was trained, programmed, really, as much as she wouldn't like to admit it. If Munkustrap gave a command, she'd obey it without hesitation. Actually, that'd be the case with almost anyone, but fortunately none of the Jellicles seemed to do that.
She nuzzled Munkustrap's neck then, nibbling on the underside of his chin, misinterpreting completely the reason why he'd want to leave in the first place. "Then I promise I'll-I'll be worth your time."
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Post by Plato on May 22, 2010 13:52:21 GMT -5
Plato stroked his hand quick and fast, certainly impressed, distracted by the matter at hand, literally, though he flattened his ears a bit with Mistoffelees interrupting.
"Look, I know I'm ridiculously hot, but you're just not my type. There's no need to be jealous of Tugger."
Oh. Far from the reality indeed, but it seemed to be the truth on HIS end.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 22, 2010 13:55:57 GMT -5
Tugger moved Plato's hand from in his pants to on top, wanting him to undo them.
He turned his head to look at Misto and Bomba. "Plenty of room," he purred.
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Post by Plato on May 22, 2010 13:57:36 GMT -5
"OH PLEASE!!! BOMBA, I SWEAR I WOULD BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO EAT YOUR PUSSY IF YOU JUMP IN ON THIS!"
Eloquence? Yeah right.
Tact? What was that?
Misto?
"... Errr, you can have Sparklebutt."
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Post by flashgordon on May 22, 2010 13:58:23 GMT -5
"No, I really need to leave." Munkustrap said, sounding more urgent this time. He prefered to be blissfully unaware of particular things like this - mainly because he oftentimes got tired of lecturing his older brother. But usually, he just heard about it. This was a whole new level he was NOT wanting to be part of. He didn't want to be rude to Kitrina (at least not without her starting an arguement first) but... dammit, he really didn't want to be here for this.
"I'm sorry." He finally said, somewhat hurriedly, gently setting her to her feet as he went to his own... silently praying she wasn't drunk enough to lose her balance.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 22, 2010 13:59:39 GMT -5
"Maybe I want your butt first," Tugger growled playfully. His hands pulled Plato's boxers down as far as he could, letting the other tom stick free.
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Post by Kitrina on May 22, 2010 14:02:38 GMT -5
And, the moment of panic came. "Did you want me to come? I could go with you. I don't--don't need to stay." A bit of a drunken slur, legs spread, knees bent a little for balance. "What's wrong with me? You don't like me? Why? I was a good dancer. Did I not make you happy? I could--I could--"
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Post by Plato on May 22, 2010 14:04:12 GMT -5
"Ahahaha, you're not sticking your big wah in my man hoo hah. Not on the Agamemnon." Close enough to agenda. A laugh. A something as he twisted, a sort of pride forming at being essentially chosen over the other.
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Post by Mistoffelees on May 22, 2010 14:06:12 GMT -5
To say pissed was an understatement, in all forms of the word, but hurt was another as he gave Tugger a death glare, somewhat pushed Bombalurina off him, having no doubt she'd jump in at the opportunity, and strode toward the others. His dark mood might as well have formed a cloud of anger over him.
"Give me a reason why I shouldn't set an explosion on either of their arses," he growled.
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Post by flashgordon on May 22, 2010 14:08:06 GMT -5
A breath was let out. He just wanted out of there, because... dammit, this was NOT enjoyable. Whatsoever. But she was having a mini-freak out, for reasons he wasn't sure of, so he took her arm and started away quickly, grip tighter than intended.
"You can come with me, come on." He mumbled, doing his best to ignore the scene behind him. "I just... need away. Now."
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 22, 2010 14:09:44 GMT -5
"Cause you're turned on," Tugger offered to Misto, trying to shuffle his own pants down. "Cause you know you'd enjoy it."
"Munkus, just loosen up and get laid for once," he added louder.
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Post by Kitrina on May 22, 2010 14:10:26 GMT -5
If not intended, it was enough of a reminder. Kitrina's poise changed a bit as she stumbled next to him, allowing her to be pulled ahead. Chris would steer her sometimes, the hold wasn't much in comparison to some of his worst, but well--
Tugger spoke, addressing the duo.
She had no doubt in her mind that Mistoffelees was jealous of Plato, though she couldn't fathom why--Tugger wasn't her type, exactly--but she approved of him telling his sibling to loosen up. And, maybe, then she slid her hand down toward Munk's crotch. "He is l-loosened up. Right? You want me to go with you, right?" A step closer, as if fearing being left behind.
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Post by Mistoffelees on May 22, 2010 14:33:43 GMT -5
Mistoffelees offered a lewd gesture with his middle finger, eyes rolling. "I am NOT turned on by you and Plato acting like apes, and by the way that means I've won our bet, it seems. And two, I'm especially not turned on by the prospect of you guys with Bombalurina and me. And three, I do NOT want in on it."
No. He didn't.
Not with Plato there.
Damn it.
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Post by flashgordon on May 22, 2010 15:22:12 GMT -5
Munkustrap sighed, putting an arm around her waist, mostly to steady her. He didn't exactly trust her balance at the moment.
"Yes, I do." He said firmly, looking to her, though taking her hand in his. He really wasn't sure where this would go - if anywhere - but he didn't want her freaking out on him. Not right now. It was the last thing he needed. "Just stop worrying about it and let's go."
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Post by Kitrina on May 22, 2010 16:04:49 GMT -5
Kitrina gave a smile, a warm one although drunk as she squeezed back and then moved into the arm around Munkustrap. A grin and wink were given to Bombalurina, long tail swishing by the back of her calves. "He's probably jealous," she said, in reference to Tugger, a nuzzle given.
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Post by flashgordon on May 22, 2010 20:39:38 GMT -5
"Jealous?" Munk asked in amusement, feeling a little more at ease now that he was further from the action. This was much better already. "My brother has never been jealous of me. That'd be a change."
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Post by Kitrina on May 22, 2010 21:15:40 GMT -5
"He's stupid if he's not. You're the good looking one. And the one who's responsible. He's just the obnoxious little brother." Or at least she thought Tugger was younger as she staggered a bit, Munkustrap's tone seeming to lighten her up a bit. "So--so where are we... going? That's right. Yes."
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Post by bombalurina on May 22, 2010 22:20:13 GMT -5
Bombalurina had been perfectly fine with Kitrina being the sexiest thing at this little shindig. But Plato? All bets were fucking off. Especially with the way he and Tugger were gettin' it on, Bombalurina was beginning to feel, well, a little territorial. At the suggestion of a foursome, the scarlet queen scoffed.
"In your dreams, Plato." She said, disguising the venom she felt with a carefree toss of her head. She'd have her moment eventually. No one did sexy like the Bombshell, even if right now Plato was the one with his hand down Tuggers pants. The idea made her skin crawl a little bit, and she crossed her leather clad legs, scooting closer to Misto and farther away from the "action".
"I am for sure not drunk enough to watch this," she whispered to Misto, taking a long gulp from the nearest bottle.
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Post by flashgordon on May 22, 2010 23:48:34 GMT -5
Munkustrap shifted slightly at the 'younger brother' comment. Most cats thought that... which... didn't help his esteem too horribly much. He couldn't blame them though. He knew he looked older. It was a bad side effect of the stress.
"Not sure." Munkustrap said, ear tilting slightly before glancing around. "I suppose we could just go back to my den."
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Post by Kitrina on May 22, 2010 23:55:21 GMT -5
"Sounds... sounds good," she replied, pulling closer to him, nuzzling against his neck, shivering slightly from what she presumed was excitement rather than just being without jeans. "Let's go to yours." And, though she didn't quite know the direction, or situation so well, she tugged Munkustrap with her, still unsteady, before walking and tripping right by the two hiding toms, gripping onto Munkustrap to keep from falling with a laugh. "The ground.... is unstable!"
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Post by puck on May 23, 2010 0:56:53 GMT -5
"Well... That certainly was an ... Interesting lap dance I guess." Puck considered with a head tilt. "Yes. Definitely interesting."
There was a glance down at her glass which was much too empty. She frowned and rested her head on Kamaria's shoulder for a moment before standing up, which forced her to exercise her balance. It had been a while since she had had anything to drink.
Once her balance was back she turned towards Kami, stumbling a bit but quickly regaining her balance with a smile. "Anything I can get for you?"
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Post by Mistoffelees on May 23, 2010 7:59:31 GMT -5
"I don't think any degree of drink could make me thrilled about watching this," Mistoffelees added to Bombalurina's statement, again snorting, bemused. "Your cocks killed the party!" he added, more loudly.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 23, 2010 8:09:52 GMT -5
"Offer's still open," Tugger said, half pushing Plato off to sit up and turn to Misto. At least Tugger still had his pants on, even of they were open, revealing leopard-print underwear.
"I'm wasted," he said happily. "Anyone can take advantage of me before I sober up."
It was mildly disconcerting that he was aware of that.
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Post by Plato on May 23, 2010 8:18:55 GMT -5
"Hey, hey, hey, I'm still here," Plato protested, though he somewhat pulled up his boxers for a moment of modesty even though he had no problem stripping them off in the next moment. "And unlike some fags I know, I'm actually up for a good time."
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 23, 2010 8:42:02 GMT -5
"Dude, I'm trying to get everyone a good time," Tugger told Plato. "What's some group action between friends?"
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Post by kamaria on May 23, 2010 10:39:24 GMT -5
"Okay, the kissing was hot, but this is far too much info. Plato hon, you're gorgeous, but could you please get dressed and pick your victim? It's your turn to ask truth or dare!" Kamaria said, feeling painfully sober. She smiled to Puck. "It all tastes horrible to me, so anything goes. I need to get drunk," she said, smile fading as she watched Munkustrap and Kitrina walk away. She was torn. On one hand, she was upset Munk would never ever have any interest in her, but on the other hand she was glad for Kitrina. She deserved to experience a kind, gentle lover.
Lover. Damn. Kamaria felt like she was going to stay unkissed and unloved forever.
She definitely needed to get drunk. She was starting to feel depressed.
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Post by puck on May 23, 2010 14:31:31 GMT -5
"Drunk? I can do drunk." Puck made her way toward the alcohol, doing her best not to fall into anyone's lap, and found one that looked promising. She could tell Kami was upset and wanted to help. Even if it was just getting her drunk. Puck took a drink from the bottle and grimaced. Yea. That'd do the trick.
Puck turned to head back when she stopped and watched Munkustrap and Kitrina walk off. He wasn't her type, but she could see the appeal. She also noticed some movement near the pair and squinted a bit, trying to make out what it was. Ah. So thats where the voices were coming from.
"Ok Plato." Puck said as she handed the alcohol to Kamaria with a smile and sat back down. "Truth or dare time now. Who are you going to pick? And put some clothes back on. I don't wanna see your man bits."
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