badcompany_muse | July
[016] Love & Lust
Remy took his time to casually light up the joint nestle between his thumb and forefinger. He flicked his lighter closed and inhaled deeply, closing his eyes as the marijuana gave him a small inner buzz. He wouldn’t get high. Drugs and alcohol never affected him like it did most others. He didn’t get intoxicated and he didn’t get hung over. It was enough to spark his senses and give him a hit, but it wore off quickly and there were no after effects.
He blew the smoke out in a cloud above his head and then turned to the naked female next to him and kissed her deeply. He was shirtless and she ran her gaudily manicure nails down his chest and moaned into his mouth. He ceased the kiss before she got too comfortable and turned away to take another drag on the joint as the equally as naked female on his other side tried to work the zip on his jeans undone. He curled his fingers around hers and turned his red eyes to her with the merest shakes of his head. “Non, mon chere…” He trailed his finger up her arm and over her stomach and breast to reach her chin. He traced a circle across her cheek and then gestured to his eyes, forcing her to make eye contact. He smiled indulgently. “Soon,” he promised, holding her gaze, though there was a high chance he had no intent behind his words.
The fake red-head pouted but contented herself with sucking on his neck. Remy just went back to his joint and then offered the other woman beside him a drag of it, which she accepted with a giggle, pressing up against his side. He casually slung his arm around her shoulder and surveyed the scene spread out before him. There was nothing innocent about it. But then, there was never anything innocent about an orgy. Naked bodies of both sexes were sprawled everywhere in the dimly lit, hazy room. A dull base thud-thud of something that resembled music was playing just below noticing level and a mixture of nicotine and marijuana smoke was creating tendrils above the yellowy lights dotted around the room.
Remy was the only one with anything that resembled clothing still on. His jeans left much to the imagination, but it hadn’t impeded the female attentions he was receiving. This pair that currently had his semi attention didn’t seem to want to let up, though. They were both determined to be the one who made ‘Gambit’ disrobe, but he was yet to indulge them. The room was heavy with the familiar sounds and smells of sex and hunger. To the left, there was a five-way consisting of all females, which caught Remy’s eyes for a few lingering minutes. He allowed the brunette to start giving him a hand job through the denim of his jeans as he began to get aroused by the sight.
Another woman - a blonde this time - sauntered over to him, knocking the brunette’s hand away and straddling his lap. She ignored the other two and proceeded to grind down against him and stick her tongue down his throat. He kissed back, of course, though first making sure she wasn’t going to knock his joint from his fingers. It lingered just long enough for him to have her hooked and then he pulled back, his hand exploring her torso and her breast with a slight smirk on his lips.
It was all about lust. Remy LeBeau didn’t do love. He did pleasure and he did passion. He did indulgence and intrigue. Love wasn’t foreign, but it also wasn’t a deep desire within him. Sex, fun and doing what he pleased appeared to be the favourite dish on his menu. He had no intentions of changing it, though he was never completely closed to new experiences…
He moved underneath the woman and forced her to climb off his lap so he could stand, though she clearly decided taking ‘matters’ into her own hands was vital. He was getting restless and she was more than happy to try and distract him from that. She shoved her hand down the front of his jeans and squeezed his cock against her palm. Remy just stood there for a moment, his tongue darting out to wet his swollen lips before he casually finished his joint. A couple more moments passed and his boredom increased. “Gorgeous, chere,” he offered with a mysterious smile before lethargically drawing her hand away. He kissed her palm and blew kisses to the other two. Before they could get their not-so-savvy brains into gear, he’d woven his way out of sight and disappeared.
Word Count | 783
Remy took his time to casually light up the joint nestle between his thumb and forefinger. He flicked his lighter closed and inhaled deeply, closing his eyes as the marijuana gave him a small inner buzz. He wouldn’t get high. Drugs and alcohol never affected him like it did most others. He didn’t get intoxicated and he didn’t get hung over. It was enough to spark his senses and give him a hit, but it wore off quickly and there were no after effects.
He blew the smoke out in a cloud above his head and then turned to the naked female next to him and kissed her deeply. He was shirtless and she ran her gaudily manicure nails down his chest and moaned into his mouth. He ceased the kiss before she got too comfortable and turned away to take another drag on the joint as the equally as naked female on his other side tried to work the zip on his jeans undone. He curled his fingers around hers and turned his red eyes to her with the merest shakes of his head. “Non, mon chere…” He trailed his finger up her arm and over her stomach and breast to reach her chin. He traced a circle across her cheek and then gestured to his eyes, forcing her to make eye contact. He smiled indulgently. “Soon,” he promised, holding her gaze, though there was a high chance he had no intent behind his words.
The fake red-head pouted but contented herself with sucking on his neck. Remy just went back to his joint and then offered the other woman beside him a drag of it, which she accepted with a giggle, pressing up against his side. He casually slung his arm around her shoulder and surveyed the scene spread out before him. There was nothing innocent about it. But then, there was never anything innocent about an orgy. Naked bodies of both sexes were sprawled everywhere in the dimly lit, hazy room. A dull base thud-thud of something that resembled music was playing just below noticing level and a mixture of nicotine and marijuana smoke was creating tendrils above the yellowy lights dotted around the room.
Remy was the only one with anything that resembled clothing still on. His jeans left much to the imagination, but it hadn’t impeded the female attentions he was receiving. This pair that currently had his semi attention didn’t seem to want to let up, though. They were both determined to be the one who made ‘Gambit’ disrobe, but he was yet to indulge them. The room was heavy with the familiar sounds and smells of sex and hunger. To the left, there was a five-way consisting of all females, which caught Remy’s eyes for a few lingering minutes. He allowed the brunette to start giving him a hand job through the denim of his jeans as he began to get aroused by the sight.
Another woman - a blonde this time - sauntered over to him, knocking the brunette’s hand away and straddling his lap. She ignored the other two and proceeded to grind down against him and stick her tongue down his throat. He kissed back, of course, though first making sure she wasn’t going to knock his joint from his fingers. It lingered just long enough for him to have her hooked and then he pulled back, his hand exploring her torso and her breast with a slight smirk on his lips.
It was all about lust. Remy LeBeau didn’t do love. He did pleasure and he did passion. He did indulgence and intrigue. Love wasn’t foreign, but it also wasn’t a deep desire within him. Sex, fun and doing what he pleased appeared to be the favourite dish on his menu. He had no intentions of changing it, though he was never completely closed to new experiences…
He moved underneath the woman and forced her to climb off his lap so he could stand, though she clearly decided taking ‘matters’ into her own hands was vital. He was getting restless and she was more than happy to try and distract him from that. She shoved her hand down the front of his jeans and squeezed his cock against her palm. Remy just stood there for a moment, his tongue darting out to wet his swollen lips before he casually finished his joint. A couple more moments passed and his boredom increased. “Gorgeous, chere,” he offered with a mysterious smile before lethargically drawing her hand away. He kissed her palm and blew kisses to the other two. Before they could get their not-so-savvy brains into gear, he’d woven his way out of sight and disappeared.
Word Count | 783