- IC CONTACT POST FOR MASKORMENACE -

[slightlyoffchilt]

"Hello.

You've reached the direct line of Doctor Frederick Chilton. As I am not available at the moment, you might assume I'm quite busy with something pressing. State your name and business, and I will return your call."

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[slightlyoffchilt]

I will certainly not be excluded. [Chilton shot Jeff a sizzled look -- at least in his own mind, he had offered his friend a reasonable exit. While the content of that premise was debatable, Chilton nevertheless held his friend accountable; and if Jeff said he had a choice in the matter.

And Raina only reinforced that.]

And voyeurism is by nature a breed of exclusion.

[Said Chilton, while watching Raina slid along Jeff's lap.]

So if indeed we are all in agreement?

[textualhealing]

[That had in no way been a reasonable exit in Jeff's eyes. Any exit that still involved Raina grinding up against him was never going to be a reasonable exit. It should be considered virtually impossible for him to even think about leaving when half hard and tempted by the promises of more of this, even if there would be the inclusion of one other individual in the room.

But this wasn't just a matter of lust. His pride was at stake the moment Raina had played to it, calling him out for his witty banter and total lack of follow up. This was follow up. This was proof that he was a man of action, one that didn't just flirt and never saw it to the end. He was an alpha male who got what he wanted! Except the part where she is totally in control here... but still. Alpha male!

The moment that wine glass touches his lips, he brings his hand to clasp around it once more and down that very fine, very pricy wine in a few swift gulps. It almost seems a waste, but it's going towards a good cause. A bit more wine would definitely help. A lot more wine would, in fact.]

Ugh. Fuck it.

[Raina's made it hard to think, likely on purpose, especially when there's all that blood rushing away from his brain and to far more important body parts. Life is tough for a guy who thinks with his dick.

His gaze drifts between Chilton and Raina like he's weighing up some limited options, but his attention eventually settles on the empty wine glass back in his possession.]

Fine. Whatever. Just... no crossing swords and no touching tips. And Fred? [The glass is offered out towards him.] More wine.

[Because Winger is far too busy with leaning in for another one of those kisses Raina had so kindly offered earlier.]

[flowerette]

[ Raina grinned at Chilton. She had certainly hoped he would play far more than an observational role. And now it was his time to shine. It was his chance to show off for a man who, by standards of normalcy, had no issues getting women but could never obtain the one prize Chilton captured. And that grin grew wicked when Jeff caved, just as she knew he would.

She allowed for the robe part of her sheer lingerie to slip from her body and become a puddle of pink lace and flowers on the ground. And then she yanked open Jeff's belt, pulling it through the loops until she held it in her hands, snapping it with a smirk. When he leaned in to meet her lips, she shook her head in scolding, pulling back. And that was when she placed the belt around his neck, sliding the strap through the buckle -- just so she could pull it taut around his throat. Like a collar. And she kept one finger tucked between his skin and the belt so it wouldn't restrict his airflow when she used the tail to pull him in for an all-consuming kiss.

Raina was the embodiment of flame and desire, arching her back and rolling her hips against his to crash like a flood of friction. She parted her lips and tasted the inside of his mouth -- the remnants of wine and something distinct to Jeff alone. She let out a breathy moan of need that may have fooled Jeff into believing he was the one who ran the show.

....If Raina wasn't still holding onto one end of that belt. And even while she was occupied with the kiss, without missing a beat or even opening her eyes, she offered that strap to Chilton. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Chilton arched an eyebrow at Jeff, watching his adulation for Raina -- Chilton's girlfriend. It wasn't that he could blame the man, of course, but when the doctor was offered the chance to assume influence over this appealing dynamic once more, well.

He yanked that belt end, smirking viciously before winking at Raina.

Overly aggressive? Perhaps. Chilton would certainly humor the interpretation of his psychological motivation later (or even during) the evening -- he was prone to verbal analysis. But in the meanwhile, his grip tightened on the loose end of that belt leash and he jerked back his grip just as he leaned in to a kiss from Raina.]

[textualhealing]

[The belt being taken from his waistband wasn't unusual in this scenario, far from it. Her refusing his kiss, however, was a little more unexpected, until that brown leather slithers around his neck and suddenly everything starts to click into place. So that's how she wants to play it. Not entirely surprising considering her forwardness so far and Jeff's all for spicing things up.

It's tight enough that he won't be forgetting it's presence in a hurry, and each bob of his Adam's apple scraping against expensive leather is a quick reminder, but she's made sure to keep him breathing, which is super considerate. The kiss is a good distraction too, one which he eagerly throws himself into which just as much desire as she appeared to be giving, teeth and tongue trying to take some sort of possession and keep the control that he craves so much until--] Hnnrgh?! [The kiss breaks with a strangled gasp, confusion mixed with annoyance as he takes a drawn out second to realise how he's been yanked away from that bit of enjoyment.]

Asshole. [He directs towards Chilton out of pure petulance, tossing aside the empty wine glass in the space beside him to leave both hands free, a finger hooking under the 'collar' to readjust before sliding his hands up Raina's thighs with a rough touch, creeping behind to cup both cheeks comfortably. Chilton can pull all he wants while stealing away the kiss, but Jeff's determined enough to dust his lips against the collarbone presented to him by Raina.]

[flowerette]

[ It gave Raina a thrill to see Chilton assuming a dominion over Jeff, establishing a hierarchy. As soon as her lips were captured by Chilton's, Raina kissed him with passion renewed. A kiss that claimed Chilton as hers as well as established that she was equally his, and together they were going to make Jeff squirm and beg and want so deeply he wouldn't be able to refuse this again.

She felt the lips on her collar and arched into Jeff's attentions -- reaching over to blindly undo Chilton's belt because everyone was wearing far too many clothes at the moment. Parting from Chilton's mouth reluctantly, Raina put her entire focus on divesting her boyfriend of his attire while turning to Jeff. ]

If you value your shirt, take it off before I tear it off.

[ She winked and took advantage of being free from their touch long enough to take off the nightgown that barely obscured anything from view, allowing herself to be the first one nude. She was the bait, after all. The one that would coerce Jeff to tolerate Chilton's presence, and hopefully as it got going, he would do more than just tolerate it. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

You might want to heed her threat.

[Chilton said, with a final yank of Jeff's throated belt, before he returned the reins to Raina. His own apparel tumbled undone, as his girlfriend and her miraculous fingers worked their ritual. When Chilton, liberated from his slacks and his shirt unbuttoned, rose to step to the light switch, he flickered a glance back at the fray in his living room.]

This won't last long on that couch.

[Something of an observation, something spoken with anticipation, as he ticked off the light switch and returned to Raina's design. Theirs was the sort of touch done in the dark.]

[textualhealing]

[Jeff does heed that threat, even if Chilton's advice comes with yet another tug on that leather, causing a retaliation of little more than an irritated snarl. There's more important things to focus on, and instead he's taking Raina's break away as the perfect opportunity to work deftly at the buttons of his shirt and shrug the expensive fabric from his shoulders without ceremony. The perfectionist in him doesn't allow it to settle creased behind him (can't return home with a rumpled shirt, after all), so it's pulled out from behind and slung neatly across the back of the couch, hopefully far enough away from harms way for the moment.

His attention is still on Raina, unwavering and eager as she strips away her last layer to present him with an expanse of smooth skin, and Oh God does he want to touch every bit of it. There's restraint in Jeff though, not just the one around his neck either. He waits, allowing a hand to creep across the flat of Raina's stomach while he leans in to nuzzle in against her shoulder, chin resting there as his gaze follows Frederick out of pure curiosity. He takes note of the basics; body shape, some very obvious scarring, anything that's usually hidden by a suit, but he's more interested in where he's headed. Light switch. Fair enough, that might help in this situation, even if Jeff is perfectly content to show off every inch of his body in as much light as he can get. It is, after all, a work of art that needs to be appreciated.]

Then maybe we should be taking it to the bedroom. Or kinky sex dungeon. Whatever you guys usually use in this house.

[His voice low, uttered close to Raina's ear.]