🌶️ Oct. Ro Q&A (Nsfw) Penthouse Tier

For this one I chose not to let M do the interview, because, well it would never get done.
Word Count: 1,919

1. Do you have an unfulfilled (Secret?) fantasy that you would want to try with MC?

❤️ Cam – He’s quiet for a moment, trying to think of a proper way to answer. It won’t take much for him to ramble. “I…I’ve always wanted to be woken up with a blowjob.” He turns his head, tucking his chin into the neck opening of his shirt. No blush to see here.

💙 G – “This is embarrassing,” G murmurs, their knee beginning to bounce as they try to ignore the question. There’s only one way out of it and it’s by answering. “I’ve been to Cam’s house several times. I’ve always wanted to do it in one of the bedrooms there. I won’t specify which.”

💚 Kara – “Okay if I’m being 100% honest… a three-some with Ardent and MC.” She waggles her brows, a mischievous smile on her lips. “It would be hot. Ardent is the type you would hate-fuck. I’m just saying.”

💛 M – They giggle, unable to keep a straight face as their cheeks heat from their embarrassment, their feet tapping along the floor. They shift in their chair, pulling at a loose string on the fabric. “I always thought the stacks of a library are a perfect place to mess around.”

💜 Isaac – “I feel like they would be fun to ‘toy’ with.” They arch a brow, tongue dancing along their plump lips. “A little wax play could do them some good. Really help ease some tension.”

🖤 Ardent – He runs a finger along his belt buckle, fingers dancing against the bronzed metal. “I just have the urge to spank them and bend them over my uncle’s bar while I’m helping serve some customers. Like you know,” He motions, his hips grinding as he mimics pouring a drink a drink with his hand.

2. How was your first time? Do you wish it was different, or with someone else?

❤️ Cam - “Ugh.” He groans, opening a pack of Oreo's and separating the cookies. His tongue licks along the icing, his piercing helping to remove the crème. “I don’t know why I thought doing it on the couch was a good idea. I hope it was good, but I was a nervous wreck. I had to steal condoms from Em!” Cam’s eyes widened, taking a bite of the cookie.
 
“We’re in the middle of it right and we hear footsteps on the stairs. So, they jump up butt fucking naked and run behind these long-ass curtains Em has hanging in the living room. My dick just goes,” With a laugh, he holds up his index finger, giving it a little upward tilt to demonstrate, “I was already… you know, fully there, but then it was like—boom,” he says, Cam bends his finger then straightens it for emphasis. “So, I bury myself in a throw blanket.” He recounts with a grin.

“Once we were alone again, we got back to it. I made damn sure they finished after that, then we were just. Is it cock drunk? Is that the saying? Pussy drunk? I don’t know.”

He doesn’t mention if he wishes it was different, but there’s a look in his eyes when he’s asked if he wishes to have had his first time with someone else.

💙 G – (If G is an ex and MC slept with them, then G’s first time would have been with MC)

 They swirl the wine inside their glass, a deep ruby-red hue. It catches the light, making the action look more elegant than it should. They take a hesitant drink, allowing the wine to sit in their mouth just a moment before swallowing.

 “I was nervous. I think we both were. But I was also utterly in love with them, that the nerves faded into the background. I had it built up in my head, you know. What it should be like, what you’re supposed to do, and how it’s supposed to be. It wasn’t like any of that, it was better.”

One glass down, and they pour another.

 “I wouldn’t change it. No, that’s a lie. I would have done it on my bed.” A glimmer of a smile rests on their face, remembering that moment, and the ones after. “I wouldn’t change who it was with. They were who I needed at the time.” G says thoughtfully, a hint of nostalgia in their voice.

💚 Kara – She blows a breath, raking a hand through her long blonde hair. She grabs a few strands at the bottom, twisting them around her finger. “I’m not going to lie; It was awful. I swear it’s like they never heard of foreplay before. It’s like my breasts were in a vice grip.” She giggles, a fond memory even though it was lacking.

“I wish I waited, ‘til I was older. I was young and dumb. The person was wrong, the timing was wrong. People put too much emphasis on virginity, and I think in my mind I thought losing it was going to be something special. I had it built up in my head. It wasn’t special at all. No magical moment, none of that. Sex can be awkward and messy. And that’s okay! If it’s with the right person, you won’t mind it.”

💛 M – “Can I get back to you on that?”

💜 Isaac – “My first time? That would have been with…an ex.” They push their hands into their pockets, the denim creases from the movement of their fingers. “We were drunk, probably high, too. It was something alright. Neither one of us got off. We stopped halfway through. Too much beer. We made up for it, though.”

 Isaac sighs. They twist their head, causing their neck to let out a soft popping sound. “I’d redo the whole thing, different person, different time. Sober. Completely sober.”

🖤 Ardent – “Shit,” He belts out a laugh, causing Cupid to shoot him a glare. She lets out a low hiss as she turns to look at the new food in her bowl.

Ardent leans down slightly, trying to coax over Cupid while making a quick “pspsps” sound. “I was in my 20s, I think they were older. By like five years, hell. I was weak for them.” Cupid slowly makes her way over, eyes trained on Ardent.

 “You ever hear the saying, like a fawn in a wolf’s den?” Ardent stands quickly, as Cupid aims to scratch him, wanting him farther away from her food.

“Hey, calm down. I’m the one who fed ya,” Ardent slowly backs away from Cupid.

“They were more experienced and knew exactly what they wanted. I don’t know why the hell it was me, but it was something else. I couldn’t have asked for a better partner that first time. Wouldn’t change a thing, well I’d have probably dressed up. I was a scruffy thing, tried rocking facial hair.” Ardent presses a hand against his chin, debating if he should let his stubble grow as Cupid munches in the background.

3. Do you prefer to “make love” or “fuck”?

❤️ Cam –  “Oh, that’s a toughie.” He crosses his arms, leaning back to rest against the kitchen counter. “I think that depends. Like, I want to do both. But sometimes, say you have a fight with your partner, you're both just angry, but you still want one another. So, it’s just pure carnal fucking. You’re rough and you’re pounding one another, sexually, I mean that sexually.” He clarifies.
 
“But say you really care about someone. It’s late and you miss one another, I don’t know. Maybe you’re just relaxing in each other’s company, you look at each other and something clicks. It’s in the air right, that feeling. So, when you make love, you take your time, and you cherish each other’s body. Hell…” Cam clears his throat, pulling his shirt down to cover the front of his pants. “Ahem…both…definitely both.”

💙 G – They take a moment to answer, letting the silence linger longer than expected. 

“Depends on the person.”

G is hard to read, their expression impassive, but there is a faint glimmer of amusement in their dark gaze. “Both have their place, but I don’t do anything halfway.”

💚 Kara – “Fuck.” She says matter of fact. “I like to leave my partner begging for more, but also completely spent. Making love is well and good, but sometimes you just need to be pounded, or pound someone. You need to be bent over and taught a lesson.” She purrs. A memory of a recent night flashed behind her eyes.

💛 M – They sigh, shoulders slumped as they bite into a chip. “Does it count if it’s by myself?” M pushes a stray lock of hair out of their eyes, pulling their legs up into their chair as they stuff another chip in their mouth. “I guess all I do is fuck…my-myself.” They cough, the chips they swallow going down the wrong way. It must be hot in the apartment given the color of their face.

💜 Isaac – They quickly send out a text, sliding a cap on their head as they pocket their car keys. “Fuck, if it’s more than that…” He shakes his head, ridding himself of some distant memory.

🖤 Ardent – “κόλαση, I’m not choosing. Both, it's gotta be both.” He grabs a wrench, aiming to loosen a bolt holding the radiator in its spot.

 “There’s a time and a place for fucking, and there is a time and place for making love. You can’t limit yourself or your partner. As long as they’re comfortable with it, fuck when you’re angry. And make love when you’re curled up in bed or when you just look at them, and your heart you know...clenches. Now, when they decide to get all bratty the day before, that calls for fucking.”

 4. Cam, are you breedable?

He rakes his hair back, eyes shining with an all too familiar mischievous glint. The tip of his ears almost matches his fiery red hair. A wide grin showing off his dimple as his other hand rubs one of his piercings. He clears his throat, nodding his head softly. “For the right person.”

5. Ardent, what’s your favorite position?

“Can I choose two? I feel like choosing one is hard.”

“Go for it.”

His hand brushes against his stomach, taught muscles showing under his shirt as his hand rubs against the dusting off hair. The paw print tattoo on his hip, while surprising, doesn’t make the way he glides his hand any less attractive.

 “Doggy style is always fun. There’s just something about bending them over and pressing your hand to the small of their back and lining yourself up. Beautiful view that. Then you have the mating press. I like to hook my hands under their knees and just press their legs back. Personally, that's the best time to use your mouth.”

6. Last but certainly not least, M, what is “the eye incident?”

Their head drops instantly as soon as they hear the words. M quickly smacks their palm to their cheeks. Cheeks that flush a deep, rosy pink, that quickly spread to their ears as they begin to stammer out their response.

Their eyes are wide, the words that come out of their mouth high-pitched and squeaky surprise even them. They’re so startled that their mouth closes quickly as they glance around.

They press their lips together, trying to find their normal voice. “I-I was-um…,” their voice wobbles as they struggle to sound steady. The more they try to fix it, the higher it gets. “I was horny..and..in..my eye. It just.. whoosh.” They swing their hand up quickly, though their motion doesn’t do much to help explain what happened.