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]

It might be surprising if she, say, decides to suddenly bite down rather hard on his ear, mightn't it?

[mrglam]

Yes! Yes it might! There are both verbal and nonverbal expressions of surprise and appreciation.

[thinkering]

"Was that a swear word?" says Lorica, mock-gasping.

[mrglam]

"Nnnnggghhhooooo?"

[thinkering]

"Was that," she says in his bitten ear, voice low, "a lie?"

[mrglam]

He doesn't answer it, his throat is too busy producing non-word noises for him to.

[thinkering]

"You're not answering me. You should answer me," she purrs.

[mrglam]

"...yyyyes?"

[thinkering]

"You lied to me. I'm hurt, Sadde. You should know better," she murmurs.

[mrglam]

"'M sorry..."

[thinkering]

"But are you sorry enough, I wonder?"

[mrglam]

"Mmmaybe?"

[thinkering]

"I'm just not buying it. I think you need to be a little sorrier." She has her hand on his waist. Her nails bite in suddenly.

[mrglam]

He cries out, his body jolting and his back arching a bit.

[thinkering]

"Are you okay?"

[mrglam]

"Yes, please continue."

[thinkering]

"Good."

The nails drag up along his ribs and around to his back and rake down again.

[mrglam]

His body contracts and he squirms against her nails, and the noises have a more distinct quality to them, now, involving more actual voice than before.

[thinkering]

"You're squirming," she says. "Do I need more rope?"

[mrglam]

There is more rope available on his bedside table if she wants it. He shrugs, looking like he'll accept whatever she decides, somewhat helpless in his binds.

[thinkering]

She kisses him and picks up the rope and attaches him rather inexpertly to his bedposts until squirming would be difficult.

And then more scratching. Simultaneously with the kisses. She likes kisses.

[mrglam]

The ropes surreptitiously knot themselves into something more restraining.

And oh, does he enjoy the scratching and the kissing. He returns each and every kiss as if it was the last, as if he was surprised and delighted each time a new one came and decided to make the most of it.

And he continues making quite interesting noises.

[thinkering]

Everybody's pants are still on but she is sitting on him, optimizing for accessibility of shirtless parts and appropriate kissing reach. And he can still squirm a little bit.

[mrglam]

There may be some more swearing.

[thinkering]

"Such language."