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#8 Elevator ride
Perception : As you enter the elevator next to Lieutenant Kitsuragi, you check your reflection in the glass and silently state that you do not look much different from a monkey. Perhaps a gibbon would be expressive. As if the Lieutenant could hear your thoughts, slight amusement is sitting in the far corner of his mouth, but it’s so subtle if it’s there at all, that you might have just imagined it for a second.
Interfacing : The elevator door closes behind you and you press one of the buttons. You slowly start to move upwards.
Shivers : The smell of elevator machine oil and nostalgia makes you almost choke. It reminds you of the day you were introduced to your partner, Kim Kitsuragi. When you looked into his eyes for the first time, something heavy moved in your stomach along with the elevator. Its soothing slow, monotonous hum gives you goosebumps every time.
Pain threshold : There’s suddenly tightness in your throat and belly, accompanied by feelings of anxiety and something warm liquid stirring in your stomach. What is this feeling?
Logic : If I wouldn’t know better I’d say your nicotine craving starts to kick in.
Electrochemistry : That’s not it, it's clearly lust, you sex-crazed hobo! Oooh yeah, I can already feel a shyly rising boner, goood! Your pants are getting too uncomfortable, let the animalistic instinct take you over and ride you hard.
Hand/eye coordination [Medium: Success] : You put your hands into your pockets, trying to adjust your protruding evidence of sexual desire before it becomes too obvious.
Inland empire : You stole a glance at the Lieutenant’s mouth and it makes you suddenly recollect a recent dream. The two of you were in a dim lit room and you couldn’t wait to dive into the untouched realms of each other's silky lips, which beckoned with unbridled promises. You couldn’t wait to take out your dick and stroke his flushed face that's overheated with excitement. Then in return, for long minutes you felt his dick melting on your tongue like a freshly fallen snowflake in the coldest winter. When you felt that he’s on the verge of coming, you grabbed his balls and deepthroated him until he was shaking and came in your mouth. You loved his taste, how his cum spreaded out on your tongue and how it slowly started to fill your mouth until your lips couldn’t hold it back anymore, so his liquid love flowed out of your mouth, warmly caressing your chin and beard and it was dripping on your chest and on the tangle of pants you knelt on.
Endurance : You shift uncomfortably. You’re unable to control your boner for too long, you're gonna blow up like a goddamn confetti.
Drama : You gotta do something, good sire. How about stopping the elevator? I bet he’ll throw one of his adorable little tantrums that will make you unable to resist kissing him.
Physical instrument: The shape of the emergency stop button your finger now circles around feels alarmingly commanding, its architecture feels surprisingly familiar, maybe from another dirty dream of yours.
Esprit De Corps : It’s Friday 6.26 p.m. The floors are empty, almost everyone left the building and headed home. Even the self-proclaimed Stakhanovites are fiddling with their car keys in the parking lot, ready to go.
Visual calculus : Given it’s Friday evening, it’s evident that no one would want to hurry saving you from a stuck elevator.
Perception : The Lieutenant looks at you questioningly but doesn’t say a word. He’s stiff, but his posture loosens when his look wanders to your finger held on the button and then back to your lustful eyes. You can almost hear the penny dropped in his head.
Rhetoric : You know what the Lieutenant is thinking. You know that *he* knows what you're both thinking. The sexual tension is almost palpable. There’s no need for words, his face tells everything.
Half-light: Here comes trouble… You push the emergency stop button and you judder to a halt.
Empathy : The Lieutenant is flustered. He’s completely floored. He thought you’re just pulling the lion's tail but he never expected you to really act on it.
Suggestion : What if… you just…kiss him? Time to prove your long cherished theory about him secretly fancying you.
Perception : The Lieutenant is blushed, but at the same time he looks at you with slight irritation.
Kim Kitsuragi : What are you doing, detective?
Composure : Maybe he hasn’t noticed that your visibly overflowing determination is just a mask you use to cover up your deep insecurities.
Volition [Medium: Success] : It takes a lot of willpower not to tell him what you’re *really* thinking. That you find him so adorable you want to punch him in the face and then kiss off the bruises.
Healed Morale +0
Encyclopedia : Tell him about statistics regarding how many stuck elevator incidents end up in smooching.
Savoir faire: Don’t be such a cheesy dork. All you need to do is close your eyes and concentrate. Kiss him gently. Feel your nerve endings crackle to life with each touch of tongue. Feel a new heaviness between your legs. Don’t fight it, let it flow through you.
Authority : Then jump on him to show him what is dominance. Fill that tight, little ass of his up so full, he won't know whether to spread wider for it or slap you across the face.
Physical instrument : Your hand lifts itself to the Lieutenant’s throat and you feel his jaws tighten under your gentle yet firm grip. You lean in to kiss his lips. And then some more. Every little kiss grows more urgent.
Perception : When you pull away just a little to check for damage control, you find him looking at your mouth with hooded eyelids. He’s still blushed, eyes tentative. Both of you can still feel the smooth skin of his arms in your calloused palms, so it takes him a moment to recover enough to respond. When he does so, it’s barely a whisper.
Kim Kitsuragi: Detective, I…
Reaction speed: You try to push back on him but he tests you and pulls back a fraction. In response, you pull his mouth back to yours with your hand fisted at his collar.
Physical instrument : Nose to nose. Inhale against exhale. After a few still seconds he presses his mouth lightly against yours and you smile. You catch his bottom lip in a faint bite and he gently nips back. You deepen the kiss and softly ply his mouth open. The Lieutenant urges you closer and begins to stroke your hardening through your pants.
Inland empire: Your nonsensical thoughts are tangling with his and the two of you start to communicate with your kisses. What the fuck is happening? His tongue is asking silently against your throat. Shut up, you bite his earlobe. Come here and lick my shyness away, his tongue prompts and in exchange you suck on his neck for long seconds, making the Lieutenant groan.
Authority : Do not fucking stop.
Conceptualization : Screw human civilization and all it entails. Just keep kissing. This elevator is home now. *This* is what we do now.