internet, meet [insert title of glam's webseries]

[mxglam]

To Glam's continued delight, more kissing sessions happen on the following days (when they're feeling like a boy). They haven't met her parents as her official boyfriend or girlfriend or whatever yet, and don't mind it too much.

News about Purity's escape surprises exactly no one, but the Protectorate's reputation suffers a blow because of the attack; after all, the heroes were beaten on their home turf. The PHO forums are abuzz, though rumors of Glam's death at the hands of Hookwolf (probably started by same) prove largely unfounded.

And Glam really should get to their webisodes and start building a steadier rep. And that's (one of the reasons) why they're in Lorica's workshop a few days later.

"So what should I do? I haven't posted anything since Purity, should probably make this more of a habit."

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[thinkering]

"I'm waiting."

[mrglam]

He glances at the object that's on his bedside table and had not been there a second ago.

[thinkering]

Lorica looks at it too. Headtilt.

"I do hope you haven't gotten too far ahead of yourself in the expectation department. All we're doing is talking," she murmurs, smirking at him, after she has parsed its function.

[mrglam]

That smirk causes more noises to be produced. "You did ask me not to limit myself to only what I could reasonably expect."

[thinkering]

"Just checking. Anything else?"

[mrglam]

"Variation?" A few more objects with similar functions appear. "I like variation. And there are many different ways of doing the same thing. But, hmmm, underlying it all, I think the power-and-control thing, plus the everything-pleasurable thing, probably cover it all. Anything else I explained would probably just be new applications and combinations of those things."

[thinkering]

"All right. Shoo," she adds, waving at the objects.

[mrglam]

They shoo.

[thinkering]

"Where's my rope?"

[mrglam]

That causes him to make more noises, and rope appears on his bedside table.

[thinkering]

"Take your shirt off."

[mrglam]

Shirt: is gone.

[thinkering]

"Turn around."

And then she ties his hands together behind his back.

[mrglam]

Which causes him to shudder a bit.

[thinkering]

"What's going on in your head?" she murmurs against his spine.

[mrglam]

"A-at the moment pretty much just white noise. Well, maybe pink noise. Or maybe some other color. ...also the exclamation points. And. Wild imagination."

[thinkering]

She kisses his shoulderblade and tugs him by his tied hands over to his bed and pushes him to flop thereupon.

[mrglam]

The kisses cause more shuddering, and then he flops, looking up at her in what probably is the aforementioned way she likes.

[thinkering]

It is, it is indeed.

He gets a kiss on the mouth and some hands roaming around in shirtless locations.

[mrglam]

She's rewarded with more noises!

[thinkering]

Oh good.

Hm. If she doesn't tell him what she's aiming for how hard is it to get him to swear? That might be an interesting benchmark.

[mrglam]

That... pretty much depends on what she actually tries.

[thinkering]

Nothing below the belt...

[mrglam]

In that case it's a harder goal. Not that it's impossible, but, you know, she'll have to do some exploring.

[thinkering]

She's feeling exploratory. And nibbly.