1276. The Slave Auction Meme

[fallen_rosiel]

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Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | OTA

[alotofadderall]

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Haha, it's fine!

[emplehenoemos]

Well there's nothing to punish you for, that's for sure. [She crosses her arms over her waist, pulling her top off as she crosses the room to the bed.]

You're going to have to...help me out here. I've never actually done this with someone trained before...is there like a...a basics course or something that I can request?

Re: Haha, it's fine!

[alotofadderall]

...some masters punish for pleasure. [But Lydia doesn't strike him as that type. Stiles politely averts his eyes when she removes her top, not having been given permission to look yet.]

The chest offers many...instruments at your disposal? [Stiles suggests, though he's confused by what Lydia means.] Check my flexibility, my command retinence abilities under...pressure. If I have an acceptable size, for you. Orgasm control? Etc...

[Lydia has been so nice to him, mentioning these things to her feels invasive. Not that he isn't used to it, but it feels wrong when he might have started to almost count her as a friend. However, he's got a job to do.]

[alotofadderall]

...some masters punish for pleasure. [But Lydia doesn't strike him as that type. Stiles politely averts his eyes when she removes her top, not having been given permission to look yet.]

The chest offers many...instruments at your disposal? [Stiles suggests, though he's confused by what Lydia means.] Check my flexibility, my command retinence abilities under...pressure. If I have an acceptable size, for you. Orgasm control? Etc...

[Lydia has been so nice to him, mentioning these things to her feels invasive. Not that he isn't used to it, but it feels wrong when he might have started to almost count her as a friend. However, he's got a job to do.]

[emplehenoemos]

[The face Lydia makes should definitely be enough to tell Stiles that at least he's safe from that particular test.

This would be a lot easier if Lydia actually cared about any of the things Stiles says she's supposed to be testing him on. To be honest, she's still not even sure what her Dad bought her a pleasure slave for in the first place.]

This is going to be the weirdest question ever... [Because Lydia's never used toys before and when she leans over the bed to open the chest, she's just met with a bunch of contraptions she has no idea how to use.] ...Which one's your favorite?

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles doesn't know much, and he would never dare take a guess at that question - wasn't his place - but secretly, he would have held with the possible idea that Lydia's father had gotten her the type of slave he thought she should enjoy at her age. Most teens didn't want anything other than a pleasure slave, and he'd obviously been trying very hard to make her like other teens where she clearly wasn't.

They're all part of his training, things he knows he can do. He doesn't think she'll care about his gag reflex, though if she wants him to suck something to prove that he can, he will. He probably should, in case her dad asks.

But Lydia continues to be a surprise when she posesthe question, and Stiles' eyes drop to the floor, cheeks reddening a little.] I'm not supposed to have a preference.

[He pauses, closing his eyes, and decides to continue, since Lydia has been so kind to him and he doesn't think she'll mind.] ...and I honestly don't. Everything in that chest has been...I know how to use all of it. On myself or on you, Lydia.

[emplehenoemos]

[She doesn't know what else to do but laugh, laying down on the bed and covering her face with her hands. It's just the most awkward situation she's ever been in before and laughter just feels like the only plausible response.

After her laughing fit is over, she rolls onto her side and pats the space on the bed next to her.] I'm not laughing at you, I promise. This whole thing is just...it's so awkward. I can't believe people just...do it, you know? And it's not even like I'm a virgin, I just can't see...I don't know.

Maybe we should just...start with kissing. [If they have to do this, they can at least get comfortable with each other.]

[alotofadderall]

[Lydia starts laughing, and Stilesstands there awkwardly, worrying. What'd he do? But then she tells him it's not his fault and he relaxes some, slowly joining her on the bed.] I'm...not sure I understand. I'm here to be for your pleasure so... [But he knows she doesn't really want that. Still, it's still his job, isn't it? Casual sex. Right.]

Yes, miss. [Stiles nods, scooting a little closer.]

[emplehenoemos]

Okay. [She puts her hand on his chest.] You can't call me miss while we're making out. [Just the sentence makes her fight another laugh.] It makes me feel like we're playing out some weird teacher/student fantasy.

[But hey. Kissing she can do. And hopefully the rest just...comes naturally. Dropping her hand from his chest, she scoots closer, winding her arms around his waist and leaning up to press her lips tentatively against his.]

[alotofadderall]

I can do that. [Stiles remarks quietly, leaning into the hand on his chest. This is all too familiar.] Roleplay.

[Stiles kisses back immediately, one hand curling around Lydia's bare back, resting on the lower half. She tastes sweet, and he thinks he can smell strawberry in her hair.]

Loop!

[emplehenoemos]

[That makes Lydia laugh again, although this time it is at him, but not in a bad way. His hands are warm against the mostly bare skin of her back and she sighs, relaxing a little. He's a good kisser, and if she tries really hard not to think about why, she thinks maybe she could actually get into this.

She scoots closer, her chest pressed against his as she parts her lips, deepening the kiss.]

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles lets out a soft sound, trained well. He forgot to ask if she wanted him to be loud or not. Stiles' hands smooth over Lydia's skin, exploring her gently. He can do this, he won't fail her here. He knows how to do this, and it's not even that bad, holding Lydia instead of training dolls, since most of the human trainers had been male. And Lydia is pleasant - warm, soft, and she smells a lot better than latex.]

[emplehenoemos]

[After a moment, she sighs against his lips, rolling back a little. Lydia isn't thinking about giving him instructions. And really, she's not sure she wants to. If this has to happen, she wants it to be semi-natural, which means both of them just going with the flow. Doing what feels right.

Which for Lydia right now, means scraping her nails through the short hair on his head gently.]

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles tilts his head, opening the kiss with a part of his lips. Pliant and willing, he hums into her lips, running his fingertips gently over Lydia's arm.]

[emplehenoemos]

[Goosebumps follow his fingertips and Lydia smiles a little into the kiss, nipping at his bottom lip before meeting his parted lips again. It's easy to forget, this way, that this is just happening because they're two teenagers who want to make out with each other. No strings attached.

A quick swipe of her tongue against his top lip makes her giggle.] You still taste like ice cream.

[alotofadderall]

"Is that bad Ma-Lydia." Stiles almost stumbles over his words, but manages to use her preferred title. "I can brush my teeth, if you'd like."

He'd been brutally scrubbed clean of all remnants of the training center, however, so she wasn't going to catch anything from him.