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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 22, 2021 18:31:58 GMT
I'm not bound by Oh dear god. Benedict hoped would not regret being so forward in his assumption. The man's expression was leading him to believe that payback would be received. But the relaxed nature of this entire party, and Connor's company had the Bridgerton less guarded in his choice of words. Although his entire upbringing when it came to etiquette and being a gentleman was not something that would so quickly disappear, as it was deeply ingrained in him . . . it was nice to be able to be present here. Not think about how words could be misinterpreted or any long standing repercussions. Not having watchful eyes upon them. Yes. Benedict was truly basking in such glory. He couldn't help but give a bit of a sheepish smile at Morrison calling it a cheat, though there was no apology upon the man's face.
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Ok, perhaps a slight one. Still. There was once again that satisfaction that he had not been wrong, even though he knew his assumption could be considered sneaky. But as the man said, fair was fair and Benedict once again found himself bracing for the next assumption. Ah yes. It was indeed his turn for a reveal. Benedict once again smiled, trying to appear nonchalant as he drank from his glass. Yes. Benedict was surely enjoying more than just the aspect of art in being here. At least, one person in particular. Once he swallowed the beverage he couldn't help the chuckle that he released. "It seems that many do here," he commented. Married or not. Scandalous or not. It seemed to be a place of freedom and liberties.
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"You were perhaps not as . . . surprised and in awe as I was upon your first couple of times attending such a party." Benedict knew that he must be projecting such things since Connor was able to assume that Benedict was not as used to these. But something told him that Connor was not as much as he. What that said about the man, Benedict didn't know, nor would he judge. It was mere assumption with how well he fit in and how much ease he felt. The second Bridgerton son couldn't help but wonder if he would be able to attend these parties long enough to also share that feeling of utter ease.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 22, 2021 18:20:08 GMT
I'm not bound by Her words continued to spur him on, not that her touch was not enough. But hearing her breathe encouragement, was sweet music to his ears. Feeling the scraping of her nails against his bare back simply adding to every ounce of pleasure racing through him as did her fingers in his hair. He pressed one hand against the wall to better brace them, however it was short lived, the need to touch her far too overpowering.
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His hand returned to her, sliding up her shoulder and cheek, his tongue continuing its exploration in her mouth to deepen the embrace and drink in her taste. His thrusts quickened, feeling himself throb and swell . . . indicating he was close. His breath quickened, shifting his lips from hers to bury his head in the crook of her neck. Allowing only a few more deep thrusts he then abruptly pulled out to prevent his seed from spilling inside of her, the action met with a satisfied moan as he reached that peak of euphoric bliss. His shoulders began to relax, his face still buried against her skin as he just basked in the pleasurable ecstasy.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 22, 2021 16:16:07 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict felt a sense of . . . satisfaction perhaps, that he had been correct. He wasn't quite anticipating to be right in most of his assumptions but it did indeed feel good to at least get the first one. Especially as a novice to this game. He chuckled when Connor elaborated, speaking of Liston who outdrank him. Which, made sense. Something could be said about a younger male in the prime of his drinking days.
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"I see he has left a wound," Benedict teased playfully; a wound of pride though he could not resist teasing the man. Figuring that based on their interactions thus far . . . he was not the kind to get easily offended by such a thing. His next assumption was . . . once again, indeed correct. Benedict's smile remained though it was one of less amusement. He raised his cup and took a drink. The subject of art was one Benedict greatly enjoyed discussing . . . so long as it was not about his own work. It was, inadequate. To say the least. While he knew he sketched in an area with others . . . it was with ease with the understanding that no one was looking at his work. With the exception of Henry. And he of all people was someone that Benedict was incredibly embarrassed showing his art to. Did this mean that Connor had seen his work? Benedict did not have the courage to ask. So instead, he quickly moved the subject along to the next assumption.
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"You are not here for the art, but for rather, a more pleasurable nature." Now pleasure, was open for interpretation though it was indeed intended to have immediate connotations understand by most. But whether that it was the pleasure of a woman or man . . . Benedict now knew better than to make assumptions about that, or whether the pleasure was found in drink and platonic company. The second Bridgerton son had been met with deeper pleasures than just practicing art upon his last two visits here so was curious to know that if it was not art -- considering he did not have any indication of material used upon his skin, nor had Benedict seen him in the painters room the past two times . . . then what was it that drew Lord Morrison to these parties.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 22, 2021 15:06:36 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict let out a slight chuckle when Connor hit him on the shoulder in response to his acceptance. Benedict doubted he would regret it . . . yet he was still rather curious as to what could be revealed during such a game. He also knew that the details of the answer to an assumption did not need to be divulged. Mentally preparing though still composed and calm, the first assumption was revealed. Benedict grinned with amusement, knowing it was nothing to be offended by.
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"Well assumed. Is it that obvious?" He teasingly asked before taking a drink. Though out of good nature, he offered a detailed response, not that he held Connor in any expectations or pressures to do the same should he not wish to. "It is my third," he admitted. And hopefully not his last. Thinking it over a moment he tried to think of an assumption he could make about the man.
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"You've been able to outdrink most those you've played this game with." Something about him and the confidence he held . . . plus, whatever brief background he knew of the man and where he came from. And the ease that he even proposed this game. Well, if he played this with many Londoners, then Benedict felt it fair to assume that he was able to go a lot longer than many others. Perhaps him included, even though they had just started.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 22, 2021 14:19:00 GMT
I'm not bound by Something about the way that the man smiled in response to his question . . . gave Benedict the feeling that the answer was not a simple one. If he would indeed answer it. And there it was; a proposal. Had Benedict been any more of a wary fellow, he would have immediately declined. But fortunately, Benedict's personality was not as such. After all if it were, he would not be at this kind of party.
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He was instead intrigued, knowing it could not be that bad. And as he listened to the instructions of it . . . the intrigue continued to build. After a brief silence, more so considering what kinds of assumptions could be made rather than hesitation in the acceptance of the game, Benedict finally responded. "I always enjoy a good game," he stated, his way of accepting the terms of the game. It was not one he had heard of before, but it could indeed be interesting and bring forth some other undisclosed subjects.
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"Let us make attempt to do this," he added on, resisting another sip of his drink as he decided to keep it for this . . . assumption game. "Perhaps you can start," he offered, since it was his suggestion. Benedict found he was almost even bracing himself . . . curious to see just how deep this could go. Fortunately, he was not an easily offended man and something told him neither was Connor if he suggested playing such a thing.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 22, 2021 2:57:29 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict couldn't help the smile that touched his lips. He was sitting on the sofa in the parlor, his legs stretched over the piece of furniture, laying in an upright, relaxed position. His sketch book before him with no one else in the room. He smiled, because he could hear it in his brother's footsteps. Footsteps that were hastened and made their way to the front door where he opened and shut it behind him, departing the house. Benedict didn't need to look at see what was happening . . . he knew full well.
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Anthony and Kate had had an argument. While the two had married for love, they were still learning to live with one another. Their personalities both strong and well, it was why Benedict couldn't stop from smiling. He knew they would sort it out by the evening. And he presumed that it was just about something silly. Benedict sometimes heard of it, other times, he did not ask unless in a teasing tone. However, whenever he did tease his brother about it,
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Anthony would simply warn him and tell him to just wait until it was his turn. Fortunately, Benedict didn't see that happening any time soon. Lighter footsteps filled the hall and this time, he did look up from his work to see Kate at the entry of the room Benedict was in. He presumed she knew that Anthony had left the house and well . . . she was here by herself. Benedict did not know such a feeling for he had seven siblings and a loving mother. But he could indeed imagine how lonely it must be to not have her immediate family around. "Would you like to join me?" He offered, wanting to at least offer her some company, but whether his was desired or not, had yet to be determined.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 22, 2021 2:45:24 GMT
I'm not bound by Her words played over in his mind. Right now, he had her. And she had him. And nothing else seemed to matter. Benedict knew that upon entering this house, the society that he had known and grown up in was outside, not within these walls. And these moments further proved that. Stripped of titles and rank, left only man and woman. Or in some cases as he discovered here . . . man and man.
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Her hands and lips over his further spurred his actions. Having paused upon entering her to allow her a moment to grow used to him inside of her, his hips then thrust forward in long, drawn out motions. His breathing growing more heavy as his hands kept hold of her, breathy grunts of pleasure at the building release. His lips eagerly found hers, kissing her with fervent passion as his movements starting to pick up momentum and pace once falling into a steady rhythm with her. Feeling that peak of euphoria was not too far from coming indeed.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 22, 2021 0:42:37 GMT
I'm not bound by Once Connor sat, he then answered his question and . . . wow! 2 years. Benedict knew that parties such as this must have existed for quite some time, but it sounded rather incredible . . . to be able to attend for 2 years. The second Bridgerton son did not know if he would be met with such fortune, but he longed for it. To be able to experience this liberating feeling for that long. To have an escape from society for that long.
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He dare not dream of such things. All he could do was enjoy it in this current moment, while it did last. "You have known Mr. Granville for some time then," he said, the statement obvious but also a unspoken question of how he and Henry had crossed paths. He had not seen the man in the artists room. So he couldn't help but wonder how it had come to be for him. Henry certainly was an excellent judge of character in regards to those who may be interested in these sorts of parties.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 21, 2021 22:34:29 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict gave a small nod. "A welcome idea," he agree, watching Morrison fill his glass before they both weaved their way through the crowd and made their way out into the fresh air. Perhaps that too would serve Benedict well to clear his mind; stepping away from the easel for a short time rather than allowing the frustrations to continue to build. The night was a pleasant one, a cool breeze offering a refreshing sensation rather than a discomfort.
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There weren't many others out here which suited Benedict just as well. Those who were . . . may be out here for more, private affairs and Benedict was still getting used to laying witness to so much happening around him; such public displays of affection. Taking notice of a bench not too far, Benedict motioned towards it whilst looking at Morrison. Depending on how drunk the man was, he may also benefit from not only fresh air, but a seated position. "So how long have you been attending such, events?" Benedict asked curiously, wondering how long the man had known Granville and this side of society. Benedict still felt in awe; considering his own self naive for not knowing or believing such a place could exist.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 21, 2021 14:56:53 GMT
I'm not bound by Benedict was only half listening to Hyacinth, if that. Not because he did not care what his sister said . . . though, that was sometimes true depending on the conversation among his sisters. But in this particular case, it was mostly due to the fact that she was not talking to him. Which suited him fine. In his mood of already agitation due to his lacking skills, he feared the onslaught of inquiries may cause him to unfairly snap at his dear youngest sister.
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Which, would be followed by immediate guilt. So instead, he was glad to remain silent during their exchange though did pay notice to when Daphne asked him about visiting her new home. Benedict's lips curved into a smile at the invitation. "Should you and your husband be so courageous as to invite me at risk of disrupting your peaceful reside--" He began to say, joking of course though could not help the playful remark made at his own expense really.
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He could only imagine how peaceful and quiet it must be for her without all of them present. He paused from his sketch for a moment as he looked up from the paper and at Daphne. "Then it would truly be an honor to come." His words holding sincerity for, he missed her. Despite there still being seven of them, the house did not seem complete without all of them. Daphne's presence was indeed missed.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 21, 2021 14:40:35 GMT
I'm not bound by There was something to be said about seeing this side of nobleman and the like. Morrison's state was a perfect example of that. Dressed in a more casual nature, his demeanor relaxed -- or drunk -- either way Benedict held no judgment. It was truly, refreshing to see others simply . . . be. Without the rigidity of having to appear in a perfect stance. Nor the need for caution to guard what one said. It was so liberating to be in such an environment. It was after all, what brought the second Bridgerton son back.
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He could find no better place to creatively express himself than such a setting . . . free of expectation. Benedict continued to smile at the man's words, giving a small nod of appreciation. "Let us hope that opinion does not change by the end of the night," he said jokingly. Truth was, Benedict could not quite take the compliment; it was far easier to play it off and hope did nothing to offend the man before him. At the invitation to sit with him . . . well, Benedict saw no reason to object.
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That was the other rather glorious part about being here: one accepted such an invitation because they wanted to, not out of any social obligation. Taking a sip of his drink his smile returned. "Nothing of great importance." The words once again ones of jest . . . nothing here held the same importance as other societal duties. "That is, if we are able to find place to sit," Benedict said with a slight chuckle as he looked around. People filled the halls, the stairs . . . and the last time he had made way into a room he believed could be vacant, he had walked in on Henry with his lover. He did not want to make that mistake again!
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 21, 2021 2:54:32 GMT
I'm not bound by Ordinarily Benedict might have been concerned that he'd been . . . recognized. As a Bridgerton, it did not take much. But to be recognized in a place like this could have severe consequences. However, Benedict was not too concrned about this. For there seemed to be a mutual . . . understanding among everyone. That this was a place that only those who knew about, experienced. Together. And that what happened within these walls, stayed that way. Besides, if one was exposed there was threat of them all being exposed and where was the good in that?
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So Benedict smiled at the man's greeting of sorts, and surprise upon seeing him here. He too looked familiar, and his mind searched for his name, having to trust his instinct. "Lord Morrison." Oh how he hoped that was it . . . then again, perhaps the man was too drunk to notice of Benedict would have gotten his name wrong. That would certainly help alleviate the stress of uncertainty. "That makes two of us," he said teasingly, playing along with the man. "Hopefully it is not too, unwelcome of a surprise," he added on, trying to gage how Morrison felt about his presence here.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 21, 2021 2:46:17 GMT
I'm not bound by He could feel himself thicken with desire, her lips trailing over different parts of him that she could now access with better ease; her lips whispering sensual words that he longed to fufill. His body heaved with desire, breathing growing heavy as he moved one hand from her cheek, trailing down her side, sliding to the side to cup her breast in his hand and massage it. The roll of her helps placing pressure on his growing need, knowing he would not be able to withhold himself for much longer.
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His hand continued to move down, slipping between them to do well, as instructed. Not that he felt an obligation to . . . it merely just further showed his compliance to each of her 'instructions'. Skimming the outer folds of her skin, his lips eagerly moved against her lips, fervent desire and need in the embrace just as he felt it come from her. He moaned against her, fingers sliding to her upper thigh and sliding back up the side of her body, wanting to touch her everywhere. The softness of her skin needing to be felt in every way possible. She continued to speak, unsure how he was even able to comprehend them as her touches seemed to be robbing him of thought and all coherence. But never the less, they processed in his mind and she asked him what he wanted. He kissed her immediately after, his hand now dropping to himself, guiding him to her core.
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He paused for a moment, easing out of the kiss but keeping his lips against hers. "Just you." The words may seem simple, yet held significance. For it was true. All he wanted in this moment, was her. The freedom of expectations and pressures perhaps fueling their lust and desire . . . but never the less, it allowed him to be with her with ease. Nothing to distract his mind about what if they were caught. Or whether this was wise. No. Tonight, he was only a man and she a woman stripped of any titles and burdens placed upon them from society. So yes; all he wanted was her. And with those words, he pushed his hips forward, pressing into her as he let out a breathy moan of pleasure at the incredible sensation.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 21, 2021 1:04:21 GMT
I'm not bound by They say that some could not take criticism well, but Benedict Bridgerton was the opposite. He could not take compliments well. Henry said that it looked good, and gave him some pointers to help but Benedict was dissatisfied. A common feeling for the second Bridgerton son. He knew he could be grateful that he had such a place, such an environment to freely sketchy and hone in whatever skills he hoped to possess. But Benedict merely wished he was worthy of it.
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Henry had an easel for him, he encouraged him . . . and Benedict did nothing to earn the support nor praise. Perhaps, one day. All he could do was keep trying. And remain grateful that he had an ally in this field. A very skilled, talented ally indeed. Taking the last sip of his drink, Benedict knew that he would need more should he wish to continue, so he stepped outside of the room designated for those such as himself along with the models, and made his way to where refreshments were set.
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Filling his cup, he glanced around, taking in the sight of all the other freedoms that people enjoyed in the walls of this house. The crowd was a big one however, and people brushed against one another . . . which prompted Benedict to sway in his stance and in turn, bump into someone else behind him. He instinctively held out his cup of drink to the side to ensure it did not spill on either of them. "My apologies," he quickly stated, pausing when his eyes laid sight to the man. He looked familiar, though Benedict did not recall formally meeting him. Never the less, the apology stood.
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Post by Benedict Bridgerton on Mar 21, 2021 0:40:14 GMT
I'm not bound by Each sound she made fueled his own. Each touch of her hand and lips, intensified his desire for her. Her fingers and lips both leaving a trail of heat that coursed through his entire body. When she drew back he slowly opened his eyes, gaze glossed over with the passion she was causing to stir within him.
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He let out a heavy breath, mixed with a slight moan of pleasure at the way her lips felt against his bare skin. Her leg sliding around his placing some pressure on his growing arousal. His hands moved to either side of her, sliding under her thighs, rubbing against her behind before gently lifting her up a little so that she would not be so strained in reaching him . . . considering the different in height between them. Despite the fact that he had her against the wall when he knew he should take her to the comfort a bed . . . he still concerned himself with her being comfortable indeed.
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His hands moved for her to wrap her legs around him, before placing them back under her to keep her supported. His lips moving against hers, coaxing her mouth open with his own and letting it linger before drawing back, but hardly an inch between them. Breathing out the words. "Any further instruction?" He teased, unsure how he was even able to form coherent words at this moment in their current state. He just couldn't resist the playful comment, the dynamic just adding to the pleasure and all that which would soon come.
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