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Piper's birthday had arrived – and with it, her birthday party.
Funnily enough the blonde insisted that her age not be mentioned – partially out of embarrassment, and partially to keep the running joke of her being an old lady going. Assuming that was a joke and it wasn't a cover for the truth... but he wouldn't be getting any answers from the Sons of Calydon and speculating wouldn't do any good either.
Wise found himself invited. Naturally given they were good friends he headed out the moment he got the invite and arrived just as the party was beginning – the usual round of gift-giving, kind words and hugs plentiful, both from the Sons of Calydon and the residents of Blazewood. With time though most of older residents had filtered out, leaving just the more party-oriented ones to populate the small storage building-turned-party venue. A fairly small room, and one made slightly smaller by the numerous cans of Nitrofuel and moonshine that a certain pyromaniac brought.
''Ugh, Caesar! Stop shoving against me!''
''Hey, it's not my fault you're so small~ Just makes me wanna squish ya~''
''H-Huh?! What kind of- ack, hey, Piper! Off my lap! Now!''
''Myn, I'm the birthday girl though~''
''Ugh, still...!''
Wise stifled a chuckle, leaning back against the wall and bringing his glass of moonshine to his lips – the amber liquid within kicking as it went down his throat but tasting pleasantly of maple and wood. It dared him to gulp the glass down fully but he restrained himself with what little strength he still had, if only because he was self-aware enough to feel the alcohol kicking in.
He'd gotten drunk before, but it was only once and he couldn't forget the onset signs. The slower thoughts, the difficulty thinking, the impaired senses – subtle but his experience with the HDD system let him pick up on them. Though he never thought his experience as a Proxy would translate to being a safe drinker... although given how floaty his head felt, maybe he had overindulged a little bit.
Laughter from some Blazewood patrons drew his eyes over to where Lighter was, chatting amicably with them and fist-pumping, still remarkably sober despite the numerous glasses he'd drunk so far. Pulchra was nearby and likewise sober, only nursing a glass to be polite and seeming displeased with all the noise, but she kept her mouth shut and played the part of a good guest. Some part of him wanted to go over and ask if she wanted to step outside-
But such a thought was made far less temptuous as Burnice giggled, the musical sound luring his eyes over to her. The blonde stood nearby by the small drinks table she had conjured up; whisking together some moonshine and Nitrofuel with the vigour of a mad scientist – and then just as quickly she threw it back, gulping down the small shot glass of green-amber liquid.
''Hooh, that's the stuff~'' The tittered excitedly.
Her voice was almost hard to hear over the music – some pop and rock from decades ago playing over the stereo by the couch in the middle of the room where Piper was. How she didn't have a headache yet he didn't know; he was starting to feel it from the loud music.
''Hm? Ooh, Proxy~'' Burnice's sing-song tone was his only warning before a glass was pushed in his face. ''Take a lil sippy from this~''
Instincts, normally, would tell him to at least ask what was in it. However those instincts felt muted, and when he had a grinning, tipsy Burnice looking at him hopefully – he folded like a wet towel and let her bring it to his lips, drinking it.
Icy fire. That was the only way to describe the cold, biting chill that nonetheless burned its way down his throat, making him cough in surprise. Burnice giggled and rubbed his back, leaning against his side somewhat but with eyes still fixated on him, hopeful.
''C'mon c'mon, was it good?''
''Uh...'' Define 'good', Burnice. ''Pretty strong, I can say that.''
''Aw, I was hoping the Nitrofuel would've diluted it a bit. Maybe I just need to use more...'' Burnice mumbled the last part to herself.
Wise made a vague sound of agreement, blinking away the pinprick tears from the alcohol, but whatever she gave him hit like a truck. Inebriation was a subtle thing but his difficulty with forming coherent thoughts betrayed its presence, and as he swung his eyes onto Burnice he had a hard time looking away. Nor could he find it in him to stop as he traced her shoulder down to her black bandeau top, one that hugged her chest quite appreciatively.
''Hm?'' Burnice's little hum drew his attention – and the next thing he knew she was leaning towards him, grinning. ''Ooh, like whatcha see Wise~?''
''Er, sorry...''
Burnice giggled and whacked his chest, her eyes half-lidded. ''Aw, don't be, I take it as a compliment – 'specially since it's you~''
Wise flushed. ''Thanks...?''
The music tracks changed then – the pop slowing for a few seconds before heavier rock came on, making him wince at the pitch. Burnice took notice, humming for a second before an idea seemed to pop into her head; her eyes aglow with excitement and her grin telling of her oncoming mischief, but he was helpless to stop her before she snatched him by the wrist.
''Come with me, Proxy~''
The way she crooned his title out did something to him – melting whatever resistance he might've had and allowing him only to agree. With a giggle Burnice tugged on his wrist and coaxed him into motion; his nearly-empty glass of moonshine hastily planted on her work table before he stumbled after Burnice. The dozen or so people ahead of them made way but barely batted an eye, too engrossed in conversation or dancing with one another that they didn't look at them.
The lack of proper lighting didn't help – the room dark beyond the flashing lights Caesar had set up like it was a disco. Burnice thankfully pulled him away from them towards a corner of the room, and it was only when she reached the bathroom that he realised where they were going... yet, he found himself unable to complain as she glanced back at him with a tipsy, if eager grin, and pressed a finger to her lips in a 'shush' motion.
Right before she pushed open the door and pulled him in. Stumbling Wise followed, squeezing past the half-open door and pressing himself against the rightmost wall so Burnice could push it shut again – a twist of the lock sealing it, and trapping them in the same room together. A very small room, too; barely bigger than a closet if not smaller, with only a toilet opposite the door and a tiny sink next to it, barely bigger than a ramen bowl in size.
Then again, function over form he supposed.
Such thoughts perished from his mind as Burnice pressed herself against him. She was too close, her breath on his jaw and her captivating red eyes filling his vision, the faded scent of her perfume mixing with her natural scent to make an intoxicating mix better than any alcohol. Said alcohol was palatable on her breath; her exhale smelling of Nitrofuel cocktails and her hands running up his shoulders.
''Mm, Proxy, you smell good~'' Burnice breathed out then, her nose brushing along his neck and her giggle tickling his skin. ''Do I smell good too~?''
''I guess...?'' He wasn't much of a scent person... but, he supposed she smelled good. Very... Burnice, if he was to describe it.
Burnice giggled, and it was only when she wrapped her arms around his nape and pulled her forehead to his that he had a sense of where this was going, her lips just-barely grazing his own.
''Mm... you've been starin' a lot since we first met, you know.'' Burnice whispered the words out, even with the pounding rock music drowning out any risk of voyeurs. ''Since it's just us right now... wanna smash?''
Had he been in a saner state of mind, had more clarity, been fully sober-
He still would've given the same answer.
One in the form of closing the distance, kissing her. Burnice giggled into it, her lips curling up into a grin even as she kissed him back – and she moaned as he grabbed her ass. His touch was audacious and emboldened by his absent thought but Burnice relished it; her body pressing against his as he held her close, fingers digging into her thighs and groping her ass through her shorts, his touch borderline horny in moments.
The bombshell blonde replied in kind. Pulling back from the kiss she waited only long enough to flash him a grin before diving right back in, her lips messily crashing against his and her tongue probing his teeth, enticing them to part. He shoved his tongue to meet hers and they wrestled haphazardly in his mouth; coordination a foreign word and his mind more on Burnice's gorgeous ass.
Her own hands slid down his front then, finding his belt in record time and fiddling with it for seconds before she got it loose, the rattle of the buckle lost to the smooch of their disconnecting lips. Burnice giggled and kissed his nose instead, shoving her hand into his boxers – and Wise shuddered as she coiled her fingers around his steadily-hardening cock. Her hands were still slightly sticky from spilled alcohol but that didn't stop her from stroking his dick, nor did it stop the bombshell from pressing her tits against his chest.
''Look as much as you want.'' Burnice teasingly whispered out then. ''You get free Burnice all~ night~ long~''
Wise shivered at her saucy tone and closed the distance, their lips messily meshing together. Her nimble fingers stroked his cock more in return; aided when she tugged his boxers out of the way and let her pump it more fluidly, his full length pumped by the minx before him. She giggled as if hearing his thoughts and drew back from the kiss first, panting but so blatantly horny it washed away even the slightest ounce of hesitation he might've once had.
Tempting his hands up to her chest. Though she made a little noise of surprise Burnice hardly opposed his touch; if anything her eyes darkened with lust as he groped her tits so openly. With her shirt and bra in the way he couldn't get a great feel but even just caressing her bust was enough to get him going; his cock twitching in her grip as she jerked him off faster as payback.
''Burnice...'' Wise grunted out, aroused.
The blonde cooed back, kissing him on the cheek before lowering herself down into a squad before him. His dick stood at full mast before her and with a drunken giggle Burnice pushed her face against it – briefly unhanding his dick so she could kiss up the underside of his cock, unbothered that his dick was practically resting on her face in the process. If anything that little detail seemed to turn her on, her eyes meeting his as she stuck her tongue out and dragged it up his cock.
Right before she took the tip between her lips. The heady warmth drew a stiff grunt out of Wise and coaxed out a smug giggle from Burnice in return; the blonde shameless as she delved deeper down his manhood and sucked back up to the tip – her hands quick to grab onto his hips and hold him steady as she bobbed her head, blowing him with remarkable skill given her current inebriation. The swift sucks, the attentive tongue against the underside of his shaft, the flirtatious looks she shot up at him; all of it just flared his lust to greater heights.
Enticing him to grab Burnice by her hair and yank her down. Burnice squeaked in surprise but sucked back up his cock without complaint, her surprise quick to turn into arousal and enticing him to do it again – then again, groaning as he pulled her deeper down his length and felt his tip graze the back of her throat, the sinful sensation joined by Burnice hot if sloppy grunts as he all but face-fucked her in a cramped bathroom.
'Gotta stay quiet...' Wise reminded himself.
A task made infinitely harder when Burnice deep-throated his cock. He exhaled lest he moan, pleasure wrapping a cord around his throat and tensing his jaw from the surge – and without missing a beat Burnice slurped back up, swirled her tongue around his tip and cooed as he yanked her back down again. He bucked his hips to meet her, her nose squishing into his groin as his cock was wedged down her gullet, her spit lubing his dick aplenty as he shamelessly fucked her mouth.
Some part of him wanted to apologise for being so rough, for gripping her by the hair and yanking her nose-deep into his crotch but dammit her mouth felt too good. He could hardly retain a single coherent thought beyond how good Burnice's mouth felt – her lips grazing his cock, her tongue pressing up against it, her throat welcoming him down it and her voice coming out in grunts and groans.
It was all too much. His breathing felt laboured and when he dared slow Burnice sped up, bobbing her head of her own volition and sucking him off like there was no tomorrow. Jolts of excitement ran down his shaft and he struggled to restrain his budding need – the thought of nutting in her mouth too damn temptuous and made even moreso by her slew of lewd noises, the risk of someone overhearing and knocking on the door exhilarating-!
When he heard Lucy shout at Caesar, the noise startling him – and then he came undone. Like a chan reaction he felt his orgasm surge before finally hitting, a gasp fleeing his lips before he promptly yanked Burnice down – hilting his cock down her throat and cumming straight down it. The blonde mewled around his cock but didn't fight his hold, no she dug her nails into his hips and mushed herself into his groin, her throat host to his manhood and happily gulping down the cum he shot down it.
Wise bucked his hips, rutting her face and cumming down her throat until he could do it no longer – and with a punctuating gasp Burnice pulled back, her lips leaving his cock with only a thick string of saliva hanging between his tip and her tongue.
''Mmn, hah... w-wow, you really busted a lot...'' Burnice breathed, her grin steadily growing and the saliva string snapping. ''But I bet you're not done yet, huh~?''
No he wasn't. Even in his inebriated mind Wise knew he couldn't be content with just a blowjob, no matter how amazing it had been. Alcohol gave him confidence and daring he otherwise wouldn't have, and it was that sense of daring that made him grab Burnice by the arms and haul her to her feet. She stumbled up against him but giggled all the same, pecking his cheek before twisting around to face the other wall. The smallness of the bathroom meant she didn't have to go far, nor did it give him much room to move about.
In that moment though he didn't give a damn; reaching under her skirt and fumbling with her shorts. Burnice quickly came to help, her thumb digging in and shoving her tight black shorts down with her matching underwear quick to follow, leaving nothing to stop his tip from pressing against her plump lips-
''Mm~!''
And then he was inside, sinking into Burnice's hot, molten grip. Wise restrained his groan lest he be overheard and grabbed Burnice by her sides; bending his knees and rutting up into the bombshell blonde. She mewled for him, voice kept low but unable to be silenced as he thrust himself into her – the initial few pumps rushed and clumsy but gaining some modicum of rhythm as he got used to the position, driving himself up into her.
Drunkenness made it hard to focus let alone in the darkness of the bathroom, not even a light on to get a better look, but the flashes that came in from under the door were enough. He flipped up the back of Burnice's skirt to get a look at her ass and watched it jiggle as his groin impacted it, the quiet smacks of flesh embarrassingly loud yet not enough to stop him from pumping his cock deeper into her slick, clenching tunnel, the penetration alone euphoric.
''A-Ah, Proxy you're, mn... so deep...'' Burnice breathed out, peeking back at him.
''Don't be too loud.'' Wise strained to remind her.
Burnice though just giggled, put her hands on the wall – and he nearly swore as she shoved herself back onto him, taking him in deep. Without missing a beat Burnice grinded back against him, rolling her hips in ways dancers could only envy as she worked herself on his dick – quick breaths and little mewls escaping her as she pulled back only a tiny bit before promptly impaling herself back onto his swollen manhood, her sticky depths constricting his dick lovingly.
Not willing to be passive Wise ran his hands up her front and grabbed her tits, squeezing a breath out of Burnice before he pushed her up against the wall more – taking control as he drunkenly bucked his hips and buried himself in her twitching depths. He grinded himself into her; his hands leaving her tits to yank her arms aside and push her tit-first against the brickwork, letting him practically grind up into Burnice and fucking a whimper of pleasure out of her.
''You like that?'' Wise muttered into her ear.
''Y-Yes~'' Came Burnice's whimper in return, and he swore as she pushed back again. ''Hehe... you like it when I do that huh~''
He pushed his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. ''It feels good.''
Burnice cooed in return and did it again, enticing him to buck more strongly – thrusts short but fast as he pumped into her syrupy depths. Her cloying warmth enveloped him repeatedly, his short motions making her stand up on her tiptoes and unintentionally making it easier for him to rut into her – quick spearing thrusts taking him deep into the bombshell blonde. At the same time he found her hands with his own and blindly locked his fingers between hers; pinning them to the wall too as he kept up his frantic, short-thrusted fucking.
Her pussy felt too good though. Even as he pulled his lips away from her neck he could only grunt into Burnice's ear as he kept moving, words failing him as he lost himself in the physical pleasures assaulting his nerves. Her syrupy lips glazed his cock and his tip kissed her deepest parts with every hurried penetration; rhythm falling apart as animalistic desire took over, the hoots and hollers from the other room muffling their bareback sex act, no condom on to offer protection-!
''B-Burnice-!''
Wise came. With a gasp right into her ear he slammed forth one final time and blew his load inside of Burnice, eliciting a cry that he muffled with his hand – holding onto Burnice as he creampied her. She quaked, standing on her tiptoes and flinching as she tried and failed to contain the spasms rocking her body, his own shooting through his muscles unbidden as they copulated in a bathroom of all places; her tight, strangling pussy milking the cum out of him.
Little by little then he came down from cloud nine. He remembered how to breathe and steadily how to think; the tension seeping from his legs and leaving them weak – prompting him to pull out. Burnice whimpered into his clasping hand and he took it away, suddenly feeling a bit unsteady and enticing him to stumble over and sit on the toilet in lieu of a chair – panting, shaking, but with his whole body warm with arousal.
How long he stayed like that, he didn't know.
Only that he didn't get a chance to clear his mind before Burnice pushed herself onto his lap.
''Wise~'' Teasing yet breathless Burnice cooed his name, her thick thighs rubbing his own as she straddled him. ''Your little buddy is still all stiff, y'know~?''
Fingers along his tip told of who his 'little buddy' was, and as he looked down he nearly swore as he saw her absent skirt – leaving nothing to hide her nice hips and glistening pussy. Burnice giggled at his reaction and lifted her hips up, positioning herself directly above his erect shaft and glazing the tip with her slit, mewling as she teased them both-
And it took all his strength to not swear as she impaled herself back down onto him. The smothering, syrupy heat of her pussy enveloped his girth and with a breathless exhale of her own Burnice threw her head back; hands on his shoulders as she rocked her hips and grinded herself down onto his dick. Wise clutched at her hips in return and bucked his hips, rutting himself up into her searing grip and loving the silent gasp he got out of her.
His own was swiftly stifled by her lips – the kiss frantic, messy and oh so addictive. With a quiet groan Wise reciprocated, losing himself in the moment as he kissed Burnice; her lips so perfectly plump and meshing with his own like she was trying to make up for months of never kissing him. Her hips moved with similar haste, rolling smoothly and grinding herself down onto his dick without relent, sapping any semblance of rationality from his mind and coaxing his trembling hands from her hips to her ass; groping her curvy behind lustfully and helping to yank her down his dick.
Burnice moaned into his mouth at that, the noise sounding so loud but mercifully muffled by the blasting music outside. The second the kiss was broken though he covered her mouth – just in time to stifle her high-pitch mewl, his hand quickly pried away so their lips could mash together once more. With a muffled moan Burnice grinded herself down onto him, stirring him around her sopping depths before smoothly going back to bouncing on him, her weight falling upon his lap as she repeatedly took him in deep.
''Mm... Wise, Wise~'' Burnice moaned quietly against his lips.
He couldn't find the breath to reply; only a senseless, horny groan escaping him. Thinking was becoming harder if not outright impossible, the slickness around his dick inviting all of his attention and the bouncing breasts in his face coveting his focus – until in a fit of lust Wise buried his face in Burnice's chest. Though the blonde squeaked she didn't push him away; on the contrary she wrapped her arms around him with a drunken giggle and pushed her tits up in his face as much as the position would allow.
''Hah, hyaah, feels so good~'' Burnice mewled into his hair, blindly kissing his head. ''I-I think I'm gonna cum again...''
Wise gripped her ass cheeks and bucked his hips in response, grunting with her gasps as he drove his dick up into her – earning a soft, quaking moan from his partner in return, her fingers grasping handfuls of his jacket as she penetrated herself on his dick in return. The frantic, hurried motions only hastened his end, her pussy squeezing his manhood as he slid in-and-out of her tight tunnel, his throbbing tip delving deep inside of her-!
When he couldn't hold it in and erupted inside of Burnice. He gasped silently, bucking his hips and watching her face scrunch up with euphoria as she came too – her hips furiously grinding herself down onto him as she milked his dick for every last spurt of semen she could wring out of him. Wise gritted his teeth at that, losing himself in the moment as time lost all meaning; nothing but the slick, smothering grip of her loins mattering in that instant.
For better or worse, however, he was jolted down from cloud nine by sharp knocking at the door.
''Hey, someone in?'' Came the voice of one of the guests.
Wise hurriedly slapped his hand over Burnice's mouth. ''Y-Yeah! Sorry, out in a minute!''
''All good, all good...'' The man's voice was barely audible over the music, but it sounded as if he walked away.
That was their cue to get out before he came back. A sentiment Burnice clearly shared as she hurriedly lifted herself off of his cock, giggling at his grunt and stumbling to her feet. She wobbled but stayed standing, fumbling her skirt, underwear and shorts back up her legs as he hurried to do the same-
And no sooner had he stood did Burnice dart in, and give him a kiss.
''Let's do this later, Proxy~''
Wise shivered at her flirty tone and whispered an agreement, unable to muster anything else as the giggling Burnice pulled him back out into the party as if nothing had happened.
Her naughty looks throughout the rest of the party, however, assured otherwise.
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