#hgggg anyway. I need to go to bed.

[dewdrops-whammy-bar]

re: the swissrora panty post, may i suggest vibrating panties and rory's got the remote clipped to her mic stand throughout the whole show 👀

FELIX. FELIX OH MY GOD. I AM GRABBING YOU AND SHAKING YOU.

Anyway here’s a horny-fueled something I wrote in my notes app. It’s messy. Enjoy.

Swiss may or may not be regretting this.

He hadn’t thought to test out how strong the vibrator could get before he’d slipped it into his panties on the tour bus. And now he was learning. Aurora was a devious little bastard, he’d give her that.

So now he was stood on stage, vibrator pulsing deliciously against his tdick, trying to act normal. Thankfully, his “normal” was usually quite horny, so it wasn’t too hard. Unlike him, he was very hard.

He could see Rory across the stage, casually clicking buttons on the little remote hidden in her palm. Each setting change sent more shockwaves up his spine. He tried not to let his voice falter or to accidentally moan into the mic.

The opening chords to Watcher in The Sky played and Swiss’s stomach sank. He suddenly realized Rory’s plan.

He usually went quite… feral during Dew’s solo during this song. Rolling around, screaming, contorting his body in odd ways, occasionally humping the stage, the works. If he’d predicted correctly, that was when Rory would pull out all the stops.

The moment came all too soon. The spotlight shone on Dew, he began his solo, and all hell broke loose, contained to a very specific area on Swiss’s body.

The vibrator was strong. Stronger than he’d expected for a toy that had been running constantly for around an hour. Swiss sunk to his knees, thighs trembling slightly. The rapid pulsing of the toy felt like a jackhammer of warmth against his clit.

He gritted his teeth. Satanas, he was so fucking close. He jolted his hips slightly, the seam of his pants pressing the toy harder against his aching clit. It was inevitable, he knew this would be a big one. He just hoped that he’d be able to get his shit together in time for the end of the sol-

Fuck. Fuck fuck shit fuck oh Satan that’s good. I’m gonna kill Rory or maybe suck her off later but unholy fuck unholy shit this is fuck oh fuck ohhhhh

Wait, I need to. Need to get up. Fuck, I’m so sensitive, shit that’s too much-

Swiss hauled himself to his feet on slightly trembling legs, a little dizzy and still shuddering through the last shreds of his orgasm. Mercifully, the vibrator lowered to a more manageable level and Swiss was able to get his trembles and overstimulation under control.

Swiss had never wished for a show to be over like this one before. He was sore and swollen and overstimulated but every movement of his hips just sent more pleasure into the pit of his belly. It was delicious torture.

Finally, finally, the show was over, the band took their bows and filed backstage, and Swiss was able to corner Rory. She just giggled, ramped up the intensity of the vibrator, and slipped away toward the tour bus.

That night in their hotel room Swiss made Rory cum so many times that she was almost sorry. Almost.