That touch was all it took to get him going - his bulge slowly snaked its way out to say hello, his body thrumming with the not-entirely-unpleasant anxiety of what was to come. “Oh, of horse! But, ah,” Horuss looked to the side a moment, pressing his face against her cheek like a hoofbeast enjoying her contact. “I canter do much… touching. Bluebloods are quite STRONG, you know! Break bones with a squeeze, if we want.” Well, maybe she didn’t know, but she did now! He’d be doing his best to keep his hands off of her, unfortunately. Maybe a little hand-to-skin contact was fine; a few bruises never did anyone in.
“What do you want me to do? I can provide any equipment you need,” The stallion’s voice was breathy now, low as excitement already threatened to overwhelm him as he gestured to his wall of.. just about everything. His bulge was nicely engorged now, fully extended and running lazy lines against his inner thighs. When he looked down, his cheeks went blue, “S-Sorry, I don’t mean to appear so, um, you know, forward,” He stammered, though he couldn’t keep himself from stepping closer. “It’s difficult to rein myself in sometimes.” Others, however, were able to do that just fine, of course, and he fully expected her to take charge.
Brow lofted at his words, smirk ever-present. Especially at the little hand-nuzzly part. Frickin’ cutie. Strong, huh? Her eyes glistened. Strong trolls were what she was all about. And hey - if she didn’t have any bruises to show for her little romp, what would prove she got any at all? Bruises were half the fun, in her opinion. Or any other injuries she could sustain.
Head tilted to the side a little, grin widening a bit as she let him continue. The equipment she probably wouldn’t find much of a necessity, seeing as she didn’t really have a knack for anything beyond the norm. Give her some time with the pretty pony, though - she may learn yet. The apology caught her a little off-guard, as did the blush - and she looked down as well, her own cheeks darkening, before she giggled. Well.
“Don’t apologize,” she cooed softly, hand moving to brush fingers over the backs of his knuckles. Before long she was lazily dragging her digits up his hand, grabbing one of his wrists and pulling him closer; leading the hand under her shirt, spreading it over her bare hip. “But I would appreciate a little attentiveness. Cute lil filly like me needs some lovin’ too.” Grinning, she stood on her tip-toes, pecking that adorable little smile. Nervous as she was to handle - and be handled by - him, she figured her arsenal of tricks up various sleeves would do just fine.
He pretended to think about it, stroking his chin thoughtfully for all of two minutes. John grinned, before arching an eyebrow at the girl. “What if I don’t wanna do anything about it?” The little tongue she stuck out had him chasing after it, almost nipping the slick appendage. John simply grinned at Roxy, arms going to wrap around her waist and pull her tighter against him.
She feigned a gasp, eyes glittering with a mile-wide grin. “Mister John,” she pretended to scold, fingers wiggling on his thigh. “What kind of girl do you take me for?” But the question was obviously a bait, and she laughed - leaning in to daringly kiss his neck. “Because whatever you’re thinking, you’re absolutely right.”
Keeping an open mind was important in this profession, that was for sure. What fun was it if one kept an closed mind about things? Even though this job demanded someone to be open, in more ways than one. This would surely be an experience he wouldn’t forget anytime soon, as he never did anything with a human. Especially one that was cute, bubbly and had just a right amount of spunk. Roxy vaguely reminded him of the Aries he once loved, before she paralyzed him from the waist down, of course. Sighing a little, the Taurus thought over some memories, soon shaking his head when they crossed into the more repressed memory territory. This time and place surely wasn’t suited to have them dwell on his mind.
Upon gazing the blonde once more, he couldn’t help feel a feeling similar to one being flustered and embarrassed. Rufioh had to admit that he found Roxy very attractive, but wasn’t one hundred percent sure if there was a flush crush forming. He could tell though that he was feeling something for her though. The blush on his cheeks darkened as more thoughts of him doing things to her crossed his mind, biting his lip a little before going to speak. “What do you mean?” he inquired, mentally beating himself up. Oh god, why did he say that? Great going Rufioh, you just ruined a nice mood. Hoping she’d ignore that question, the low blood focused on her pleasuring him for the moment.
He couldn’t help but groan a bit as she slowly dragged her tongue up his bulge, soon taking it into her mouth. Biting his lip, he moved his hips forward a little, as she licked it soon taking it out of her mouth once more. Sighing for a moment, he looked to her, wondering what was on her mind. Why didn’t she go through with it, he was wondering. Even though the Taurus would rather do something else, not just getting a blowjob. Maybe she had something in mind.
There was something about this troll that she found herself particularly drawn to. His charm (his looks) his smile (definitely his looks) and perhaps even his shyness. (Also his looks.) She took note of the little change of attitude, and banked it to ask about later. There was way more important stuff going on right now. Like getting the sweet, sweet alien D. It didn’t take a whole lot to make Roxy happy.
What did she mean? She grinned, shrugging almost naively. “Well… I will say, if all the trolls I get with are as good-looking as you, I’ll count myself among the excessively lucky.” He ruined absolutely nothing. Roxy was skilled enough in picking up the pieces of her downtrodden friends that being supportive came second-nature to her. If he ever needed a pick-me-up, the blonde would be more than happy to oblige.
Eyes sparkling, she caught the uncertain look in his eye when she stopped her actions. She very way had something in mind, this was just the beginning. The setup. She kept it up a bit though, hand closing around his bulge again before giving it a few gentle strokes. “Can’t expect me to let you have all the fun,” she cooed before letting the bulge go and sitting up a bit. With a quick motion she pulled her shirt off, shaking out her hair as she tossed the thing aside. Black bra was left, and she shimmied a little to discard her skirt as well. Now in nothing but a black and pink set of panties and bra, she sat up, fingers delicately playing with his still-active bulge. “What do you think?” she asked, almost shyly, a delicate blush rising. Normally, she wouldn’t care. Roxy had enough confidence that in the face of a client, she could be hot and feel hot. But faced with someone she knew (almost) personally and felt like she could have an interest in… that was a different story.
Yes, n-e-i-g-h, with a little stutter at the end to sound as horse-like as possible; this was probably the closest to a horse she’d ever get. He could have said he’d worked on it, but his speech and behaviour came naturally. No worries about that lack of a bra, though, Rox - he wouldn’t have noticed one way or the other. It wasn’t like Horuss Zahhak, of all workers here, was in any place to judge anyhow, right?
A low whicker of a hum was given at her reply, considering. So she did have at least an affinity for horses, to some extent (and she’d called him Sugarcube, could he even smile any wider?). “Well,” The blueblood paused, starting to shine. He looked nervous now, wringing his hands, “It’s just, business has been snort of slow lately…” A curious glance was given, just to see her reaction. Yes? No? “And, ah, hoofbeasts do requine a certain amount of exercise every neigh…” Horuss trailed off, shifting. Now he was the uncomfortable one; he never had been very good at his approach, but he was trying.
His eyes now looked towards the wall of tack, made so terribly obvious by the fact that he had to turn his head to look anywhere with those goggles on. “If you’ve got time, I mean. I confess, however, that I don’t hoof any experience with humans.” With guidance, the Sagittarius would be a fine stallion for her if she wanted to play. He could only hope, fidgeting about with all the energy of a spring stud, all tightly-coiled and needing.. anything she was willing to give him.
If her eyebrow raised any higher it might have climbed right off her face. But it wasn’t in disgust or ill-will or anything - he was really cute. And his approach was precious(the puns, seriously, were the most charming thing in the entire world like goddamn). The corner of her mouth ticked up at his initial, shy statement; Roxy moving to lean against the dresser casually. Daily exercise, huh? Well hm. Being approached by trolls wasn’t a common occurrence for her, but she had to admit, their tactics were cute as a button. At least this one’s.
Stepping in a little further, arms still folded, there was a distinct yet subtle sway in her step that hadn’t been there a moment ago. Taking the bait and setting up her own somewhat playful demeanor, she giggled almost shyly. “I’ve got plenty of time, like I said before.” She winked. “Internet can take a night off.” Turning to close the door, she smiled to herself. Aside being way totally exciting because fuck yes trolls were the best in bed, this was cute as frick. Sometimes, Roxy herself fell short on the flirtatious front. And, admittedly, this might prove to be a bit of a challenge.
Turning back, she smiled again. “Humans really aren’t that much different.” She approached, reaching up to gently stroke at his hair. “I’m sure you understand the importance of gentility.” Hand moved, fingertips tracing the edge of his goggles and then eventually his cheek. She could feel the tension, and it excited her. Hand traveled lower still, and it rest against his chest as she leaned in and up, on her tiptoes. Her eyes sparkled and narrowed again as her voice lowered; slick black lips curved into a devious little smile that was very much Roxy Lalonde. “…but that’s not something you need to take into account for this.”
commission for roxy/rufioh :o cant say its a pairing i ever thought of before hahaha hope you like it!
He gave a cheery grin, expression not faltering a bit upon being laughed at - he knew she wasn’t doing so in cruel fashion. The blueblood was happy to stand and wait for Roxy to get over herself, nodding at her wave - no problem, human, he understood. It wasn’t like anyone saw a troll dressed like some provocative leather horse creature every night.
When she finally spoke again, his mouth just stretched wider, “Oh, it’s fine! I understand.” Horuss was entirely delighted with the thought, even if it was probably some strange human figure of speech; he did like blankets. “Neigh, I wasn’t really rushed, just didn’t expect company so late-” It was probably some time during the day, hence ‘late’, “You’re welcome to hitch up here a moment, if you’ve the time.” Moving out of the way, he waved inside - one could easily see an impressive collection of what appeared to be horse equipment.. And strap-laden things that left a lot for the imagination as to what they could possibly be used for.
An obvious up-down sweep of his eyes was given - checking her out, wondering if she’d bite for an invitation, “Pardon my forwardness, but do you like horses?” He’d never had a human before (who even knew what got them going?), but he might as well try a little bit of everything while he was here.
She hadn’t been laughing at him directly, absolutely not - the horse puns were friggin’ adorable and had caught her completely off-guard. She wasn’t laughing at his attire or anything else about him. In fact he was pretty attractive; then again a brothel would hardly hire homely workers, she guessed, so it wasn’t a surprise. Not to mention her preference of trolls over humans which had a little to do with her say on the topic of looks.
Not the point. ‘Neigh’ though. She frickin heard it in his voice. It was so obviously n-e-i-g-h and definitely not n-a-y. And hitch. Wow. Stick a 2x3dent in her, she was done. Still giggling a little, she shook her head. “Sure, I’ve got nowhere else to be right now. Bottle of vodka and my laptop are pretty much my only obligations tonight and I can totes afford to be fashionably late to that party.” Stepping into the room once invited, eyes drifted around to the various bits and bobs of horse things he had. Roxy’d never been in close proximity to a horse in her entire life, so most of her knowledge was based strictly on tv, movies, and those stupid Pony Pals books Dirk fucking insisted on sending her.
She caught the once-over, but said nothing about it. Hot momma right here, ladies and gents. Jammie pants and baggy t-shirt. Wowzers. Shifting a little under his gaze and folding her arms across her chest to maybe hide the fact she hadn’t expected to stay long enough to warrant the necessity of a bra, she smiled again. “You’re fine cutie. Dirk really loves horses. Soooo naturally in trying to gain his favor I may have taken an interest in them myself.” Again, limited knowledge. But she’d seen Black Beauty probably a hundred times, and that was even before the whole fiasco with Dirk. Brow arched, and her pink eyes narrowed thoughtfully. She was wise to any and all shenanigans. No shenaniganning allowed. Please cease and desist all shenanigannery. “Why do you ask, sugarcube?” Roxy could make cute horse references too.
John tipped his head back and laughed, pulling her a little tighter against his chest. He’d been hanging out with her, what, about an hour now? It was actually quite crazy how comfortable he was with Roxy already. He pressed a kiss to her mussed hair, still smiling.
Humming happily, she giggled into his chest. “So do something about it,” she teased, wiggling her fingers against his thigh and sticking her tongue out at him. This was nice. Another human she could get along with. Even Dirk being here didn’t seem to comfort her as much as John was right now and that almost bothered her.