[SEMI-CLOSED] wretched and wild, all glory and trash.

[killtime]

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Who ⬤ Andromache of Enma & likely questionable company!
What ⬤ Bastard woman desperately seeks naps and other thrilling tales
When ⬤ Catch-all for late June, after the events at Kaigo no Bou, and throughout July
Where ⬤ Andy's apartment (derogatory), various other locations in Jigoku-cho
Content Warnings ⬤ Profanity, violence, substance use, sex, etc. To be updated as needed!


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[killtime]

[ Her mouth curves slightly upward in a smile that’s a bit smug and not quite friendly, half-hidden behind her drink when she lifts it to her lips, somehow managing not to spill. ]

I think you prefer me that way. [ Her dark eyes are knowing as she watches him. ] You like it when I’m a little mean to you.

[heretic_blade]

[ He ducks his head, gritting his teeth. She isn't wrong -- it's easier when people are mean to him. That he can understand, at least.

That and he just likes it when people are mean to him in more ... intimate settings. ]

So what? Somethin' wrong with that? Huh?

[ Yes, he's getting aggressive and fussy about it. Does anyone expect anything less of him? ]

[killtime]

[ But that's part of the fun with him, isn't it? The aggression, the fussiness. She'll respect the boundaries as he draws them, but here's a woman that bullies out of affection, and she isn't the type to go easy either. ]

No. [ It's nonchalant as you please. ] Nothing to be ashamed of. I like bending over for a mean bitch now and then too.

[heretic_blade]

[ His face is so red that it looks like he might explode. Izō can't be honest about his feelings about almost anything unless it's under duress. ]

...Ain't never bent over for a lady before.

[ Which leads to him saying incriminating things without meaning to. ]

[killtime]

[ Truthfully, she doesn't know if that really surprises her or not. Maybe it's just her way — she's always been open with these things, and she's been around the block so many times now that there's hardly anything she hasn't tried at least once. Seven thousand years is a long time, and she abandoned shame so far back that she can hardly remember the feeling anymore.

After a beat, mildly: ]

Do you want to?

[heretic_blade]

[ What he's feeling isn't really shame, more that it's an inability to admit what he wants. Much like his true feelings, it has to be expressed under duress.

This situation definitely counts as duress. ]

I mean...Yeah. [ There we go. Even if his face is burning red. ] If yer offerin'...

[killtime]

[ There's that wry little half-smile of hers again. See? Was that really so hard? ]

I might be. [ If she wasn't before, she definitely is now. But she can't resist the urge to tease either. ] You sure you want me to be your first? You know how I am. No fucking mercy.

[heretic_blade]

Ya should know that's jus' how I like it. I don't want ya goin' easy on me. I ain't some kinda delicate flower or nothin'.

[ He's going to regret saying this later when he's too sore to walk right. ]

[killtime]

[ Andy's smile grows by an inch. It's a little mean and a little amused too. She tilts her head at him in a considering way, as if to size him up a bit. Alright, sure. The man says he doesn't want her to go easy on him, so. ]

Okay. [ She eases off her stool, turning to the bartender to pay. Her treat, like she promised. ] My place?

[heretic_blade]

[ Welp.

His mouth has once again written a check his ass cannot cash. So of course he just goes with it. ]

Yeah...Want me t' give ya a lift again?

[killtime]

[ Andy makes a low, amused noise as she moves towards the door, holding it open for Izo, polite as you please. ]

Wouldn’t want you to wear yourself out before we even get started. [ The look in her eye bears an unmistakable challenge. ] Maybe I should just flag down a cab.

[heretic_blade]

[ Izō naturally takes it as a challenge and grabs Andy around the waist, carrying her like one might a football. No dignity for her right now. ]

I'll show ya who's gonna get worn out.

[ Maybe he'll stop being petty one day, but today is not that day. ]

[killtime]

[ That… Is a far cry from the princess carry she got last time. And maybe it catches her just a little off guard - at least partially because most people wouldn’t have the fucking balls to scoop her up like that. Fuck her dignity, but fuck it twice if he decides to drop her, because there’s no way for her to land except for on her own damn face.

Touché, man-slayer. ]

You know this just means I’m going to fuck you harder later.

[heretic_blade]

That a promise?

[ His grip on her is strong as he takes off. He's not going to drop her, but he's not going to give her a scrap of dignity in this flight. At least it won't be long. ]

[killtime]

Guess you’ll fucking find out.

[ And he will, soon enough. The apartment isn’t that far, and Izo probably knows the way there well enough by now. Her pride may be a little bruised, but it survives the indignity of being carried like an ill-behaved toddler - and besides, she’ll give as good as she gets. She’ll pay him back until they’re both too sore to move.

Once they’re on her doorstep and she’s back on her own two feet, Andy opens the door for them, leading the way inside. She doesn’t waste time shrugging her jacket off, but her way of undressing is casual and unhurried too. Like she doesn’t plan to rush what she’s about to do to him. It’s wry as ever when she comments over her shoulder: ]

Maybe you should actually take your clothes off this time.

[heretic_blade]

[ That gets an eye roll and a hint of bared sharp teeth as his lip curls back in a sneer. ]

Yeah, yeah...Shut th' fuck up. Ya want me naked that quick, huh?

[ He says as he's lazily undressing. ]

[killtime]

[ She shrugs a little, pausing only to drop her discarded shirt along with the trail of clothes she’s leaving between the door and the bedroom. ]

Why wouldn’t I? [ Dryly then: ] This isn’t a sloppy, drunk rooftop fuck. I actually brought your ass home this time.

[ Her voice carries as she disappears into her room, apparently expecting him to follow. ]

[heretic_blade]

[ He snorts as he follows the trail of clothes like they're breadcrumbs. ]

So ya did.

[ His clothes are left just outside the doorway. He's naked and already half-hard in an embarrassing display of how easy he is. ]

Maybe ya wanted me t' get naked slower or somethin', build up th' suspense. Really jus' wanna fuck me into th' ground an' get it over with, huh?

[ He can throw it right back at her. ]

[killtime]

[ She gives his half-hard dick a pointed little look, as if it wasn’t obvious enough already. He can say what he likes - but she knows what he wants. ]

Is that your way of asking me for foreplay? [ Turning away, she heads for the closet, rummaging around a bit for something inside. Nonchalantly: ] Lube’s in the nightstand. I’d get started if I were you. You’re the one that gets to decide how tight you’ll be when I fuck you into the ground.

[heretic_blade]

Yer so fuckin' givin'.

[ He mutters as he digs out the lube. Not that he's seriously upset about it, given the fact he strips off his clothes and settles onto the bed to prep himself. He's fine with fingering his ass on all fours, occasionally peeking over his shoulder to check on Andy. ]

[killtime]

[ Isn't she just?

Andy, for her part, doesn't seem in a rush. For a minute or two, it's not clear what she's doing over there at the closet — but after a second, she seems to have found what she was looking for, holding up a black leather harness with a thick silicone strap-on fixed to it. That damn thing is such an awful, flamboyant shade of magenta that one can only assume it was a gift the apartment's other occupant. It's ridiculous. And it's intimidating. Maybe more so for the way it sits heavily, contrasted to Andy's slender frame. The woman seems a bit amused with herself, glancing down at the toy before looking back up at Izo, catching his eye and giving him one of her mean smiles. ]

You might want another finger or two. It's going to be a tight fucking fit.