Declan Lynch | The Raven Cycle

[locoparentis]

Character: Declan Lynch
Fandom: The Raven Cycle

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AND THEN NOT SO MUCH

[svyaz]

[locoparentis]

[ What they're doing.

It's not a date.

It's not a date because they don't date, they fuck. It's not a date because Rose doesn't care about Declan's life and Declan certainly doesn't care about hers. It's not a date because the only reason they're getting food after Rose's shift is because Declan hasn't eaten since breakfast, and the food at her club is shitty.

And it's not a date because this is a fancy hotel, but that doesn't mean it's anything but what it is - a booty call.

And Declan wants to make sure they both know it, but he really doesn't need to - Rose is giving him that smile that says she's well on board this boat. ]

[svyaz]

[ She wouldn't date a boy like Declan.

She couldn't date a boy like Declan. Or any other boy in fact. Rose's heart stopped holding that capacity the moment she realized Dimitri was long gone. She hadn't tried to revive it. And it's fine, because neither of them want it that way anyway. But it's almost nice, to not be eating crappy ramen out of a mug in the middle of the night, and it's fun to watch the way people look at her ( there's still glitter on her bare skin ) and then at him. And why shouldn't he buy her food, considering all the energy she needs to fuck him good?

She's toying with her empty wineglass and he's tapping away on the kind of phone she wouldn't even be able to afford if she miraculously won the lottery. She's sated - at least for one kind of hunger - and so he can't really blame her when she decides to steal back his attention. Her hand drops beneath the table to rest high on his thigh, pinkie finger stretched out to trace ridiculous shapes across the front of his slacks.

She isn't even looking at him. ]

[locoparentis]

[He is here, with her, because of the fact that she's got her hand dangerously close to his cock, that she's teasing him like it's her goddamned job. He keeps texting, and after a minute, her phone goes off.]

I need to have sex with you tonight or I'll die

[And he takes a drink of his own. This is the kind of establishment where very rich teenagers can get alcohol, even if they're only teenagers for another year or so, but Declan isn't drinking. He likes to fuck her sober.]

[svyaz]

[ Her phone vibrates and Rose is tempted to ignore it in favour of feeling him up, but part of her is still constantly primed to the fact that Lissa might need her again. She won't, it's been years, but old habits. Instead it's a text from Declan, and the smile that crosses her face is primal and wicked. Her palm slides across to settle against his crotch, her arm pressed to his as she leans in. ]

Is that so?

[ Rose flicks her gaze upwards, watches him through her eyelashes. ] I wouldn't want you to get hurt, rich boy.

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[He makes a noise, just the smallest intake of breath, and then he smiles, leaning forward towards her. He tilts his head so that when he speaks, only she can hear him; this is a very old kind of trick.]

If I ask you very nicely, will you suck me off?

[He has that charming, sweet, irresistible, smile. It's not wonder girls flock to him, and they do.]

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[ Rose twists so she's almost facing him, the heel of her palm pressing into his growing erection. Her other hand lifts to over his hair and settle behind his ear. If anyone happened to be watching, they'd look like love's young dream. ]

You never ask nice.

[ Her teeth flash. ]

But sure.

[locoparentis]

A pretty girl like you?

I always ask nicely. I do it with my tongue. You love it every time.

[He reaches down, presses her hand with his, for more pressure against his cock. God, she's a pretty thing. He loves that he gets to touch her.]

Aren't I lucky?

[svyaz]

[ She watches as a new couple wander in to the dining area. They look like they own the place. ]

Mm.

[ Rose smiles as she turns to look at him, the kiss she places at his jaw more teeth than anything. She doesn't care. Her mouth then finds his ear. ] If you can straight face your way through asking the concierge for a room that's clearly just to hook up? I'll do anything you want.

[locoparentis]

[ He raises his eyebrows. Is that a challenge? ]

Please.

[ He tips his head, kisses her on the mouth, and gets up. His erection isn't even that noticeable - the benefit of his briefs, really, and that he was only half hard. He takes her hand and pulls her up, and goes to the concierge desk.

His voice is even, smug, and just a little haughty when he asks for a room and puts his card down. He gets the key after a minute, and looks over at Rose.

Lies are absolutely what he does well. ]

[svyaz]

[ She shouldn't be impressed. He's a boy who's been given everything and continues to expect it. But Rose feels a thrill up her spine at his haughty arrogance and a tingling between her legs at the promise of what's to come. She smiles sweetly as she takes his hand and they move to the elevator bank, the innocence on her face lasting only until the mirrored doors close and they are alone.

She pushes him against those doors, her body pressing firmly to his. There's a smirk at her wicked mouth. ]

Such a good boy.

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Am I?

[He takes her hand and pressed it back between his legs. His erection is working back up, twitching under her fingers.]

You should give me a reward for it.

[svyaz]

[ The elevator thrums around them, soft jazz filtering through the speakers as Rose drags her fingertips over the shape of him inside his trousers. ]

Maybe I will.

[ Her pretty red mouth finds it's way inches from his, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. ] What does a boy like you think a reward should be?

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I told you. I want you to blow me.

[He presses a hand to the back of her head, his fingers in her hair, to press their mouths together. He kisses like a promise. He really wants a fucking blowjob.]

Come on, Rose.

[He rocks his hips up.]

I'm hard for you.

[svyaz]

[ He's very persuasive with his tongue. Rose sometimes hates how persuasive. Because a kiss should not have her wanting to drop to her knees in a classy person's elevator.

She's saved by the bell though, the ding of their arrival, and she grabs a hold of his shirt so he doesn't just topple through the sliding doors. ] Sweetheart, you're always hard for me.

[ The first time she saw him, she'd been taking her clothes off. Of course he is. ]

[locoparentis]

[He would have stopped the elevator, given the chance.

He reaches for her, grabs her to almost carry her down the hall.]

Yeah, it's starting to be a real problem.

[Well, a 'problem', at any rate.]

[svyaz]

[ She's laughing at him as he lifts her off her feet, and then when he's opening the hotel door she palms his ass from behind. It's ridiculous and scandalous, but jesus, does she want him. Rose's grin is wicked as she kicks the door closed with a heeled shoe and then she's reaching for him.

Her hands settle at his hips and pull until there's little room between them. Then she sinks to her knees. Rose presses her cheek to the shape of his growing erection, just nuzzling him for a long moment. ]

It's a good thing I'm a problem solver.

[locoparentis]

Jesus and all the saints.

[But she is beautiful there, kneeling at his feet, her face against him. He should feel badly about this; he should hate himself for it. But the self-loathing in Declan doesn't ever manifest in moments like his, and he's grateful for that. He threads his fingers in her hair and tugs a little so she's looking up at him.]

You're a glorious thing.

[svyaz]

[ She smiles up at him, and if he didn't know her very well he'd think she was the depiction of an angel. But there's wickedness in her eyes and her palms are sliding up his thighs and to the waistband of his trousers. ]

I like to think so.

[ His button gets popped, his zipper tugged down. Rose presses her nose to the curve of his cock through the fabric of his briefs. She then tugs those down over his hips, leaving them in a pool around his ankles. Her breath skates over his flushed skin. ]

Mm. I've missed this.

[ She presses a kiss to the base of his cock. ]

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[He shoulders his coat off, tosses it, but doesn't stop looking at her. She's nuzzling him like it's the best thing she could do, like she loves it, and maybe she does. It certainly doesn't hurt his ego any to watch.]

You're telling me.

[He runs his fingers through her hair, tugs on it lightly, and moves his hips so his cock rubs against her lips.]

[svyaz]

[ Rose loves how he reacts to her. He's still haughty, still sees himself as a young God, but when they're fucking or about to, it's always a partnership. They're in this together.

He rubs his cock against her lips and she responds with licking along the shape of a vein there, rising on her knees to follow it all the way to the head where she tongues his slit. Rose presses against the sensitive skin there before blowing on it, her fingers curling around him to keep it in place.

When her lips seal around his tip she hums before sucking lightly. ]

[locoparentis]

[He makes a noise of desperation, and his fingers tighten in her hair. Her mouth is just as good as her cunt, and here he gets a fucking incredible vista of her mouth stretched out around him. God, he loves this, but the reason it's good is because he can't really wait to get his hands on her, to have her screaming under him, or above him, he doesn't care, it doesn't matter, so long as she gets an orgasm out of it.

That's really what he wants to give her - an orgasm.

He lets out of his breath in measured amounts, and his hips stutter a bit, buck up into her mouth.]

[svyaz]

[ The noise he makes sends a pulse of longing through her so strong that she can feel it between her legs, her free hand sliding beneath her skirt to press against the fabric of underwear. Rose licks at him eagerly, sweeping her tongue over the shape of his cock before swallowing it back down.

Her teeth drag lightly against sensitive skin, her thumb rubbing light circles at the space between his balls.

He's a delight, strong and lean and tall above her. He's pretty like this, and the noises she can drag from him are the kind that she imagines in the middle of the night. ]

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[He moans again, and then pulls her up by tugging on her hair, so she's off him, and then bends over to pick her up. He's lean and deceptively strong.]

I want-

[He kisses her, then, whatever his want was getting swallowed by her mouth, and his mouth on hers, and he's pushing her against the door, his hand fumbling up her skirt to press his fingers against damp fabric and then to push it aside to push his fingers inside of her.]

Christ, you're so wet.

[svyaz]

[ Rose locks her legs around his waist, her arms slung over his shoulders to let her grip him by the hair. She is wet, and ready, and so when he pushes his fingers inside of her she clenches around them eagerly. ]

Mm. All for you, baby.

[ It's cheap, she sounds like a whore. But that's what he likes. ]