Zachary Levi, Kristen Bell, David Anders. Dessert Delivery.

black.chalice@gmail.com — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 07:43:37 GMT

[July 11, 2008. Will be backdated.]

[Takes place after David and Zachary have dinner with Chris, Sendhil, and Zach. Takes place about the same time that Chris, Sendhil, and Zach, are getting down to business.]

"Zachary!" Kristen pounces upon him the instant he comes through the door with David, arms and legs around his neck and waist, respectively. "David, you brought me a present, you're so sweet."

"You have no idea, Lady Kumquat," David grins. "I promised him wicked, wicked things if I brought him home."

"You did? Oh goody. I'd clap, but then I'd fall."

"Zachary, hold on to Kristen so she can clap and not fall."

"What?" Zachary looks at David, then says, "Oh. Right." He holds on to Kristen.

She lets go of his neck, claps, then wraps her arms around his neck again. "Hello, Zachary."

"Hi, Kristen," he says.

"How are you?"

"Oh, quite well."

"That's nice to hear. We're going to do wicked things to you."

"So I understand."

"Aren't you a lucky boy?"

"Yes, I think I might be."

It's like watching Kristen interact with a very tall, very gangly, very male version of herself. "Okay, I think that's enough time in the entryway. Kristen, why don't you give him the tour that starts here and goes straight to the bedroom?"

"Good idea!" Kristen says. "Zachary, this is my front hall. Please take me to those square things that go up--those are my stairs. Aren't they nice?"

"They're very stair-like," agrees Zachary.

"When you walk on them, they carry you from the downstairs part of the house to the upstairs part of the house," David says, kicking his shoes off. "Isn't that like magic?"

"It is like magic," Zachary agrees. "Just like the little lady here."

"You think I'm magic?" Kristen beams. "David, he thinks I'm magic. Thank you for bringing him home to me."

"And we haven't even gotten his pants off yet."

"Look at him blush! You made him blush, David, you naughty boy."

"I haven't even started being naughty yet," David protests. "Like I said--we haven't even gotten his pants off yet."

"He's blushing even more. That can't be good for him, can it?"

"If he's blushing that much already, what's he going to do when your clothes come off?" David says with a gasp.

"I hope he'll survive it," Kristen says. "Will you survive it, Zachary?"

"I might not," Zachary replies.

"I'm pretty sure I come close to cardiac arrest every time you lose your panties," David chimes in.

"As well you should," Kristen says. She lets Zachary put her down on the bed, where she stands, and smiles, and then says, "Okay, boys. Drop 'em."

"Drop 'em? That's not very sexy," David says, leaning his arm on Zachary's shoulders. "That sounds like you're going to make us do push ups."

She stomps her little foot, then almost falls over--mattresses aren't the best for foot stomping. "I want to see you all naked!"

David turns to look at Zachary. "I find it's best to do what she says. It gets ugly if you don't."

"We don't want things to get ugly," Zachary says, and tugs his shirt over his hand.

Kristen claps again. "Oh, yay!"

"Nice, Zachary," David says, giving him a look-over. "You're in good shape. Wear less baggy clothing," he suggests, twirling his own shirt over his head and firing it at Kristen.

She squeals and catches it. "It's like having my own personal strippers right here." She sits down on the bed now, very primly. "Pants now, gentlemen."

Which calls for porn soundtrack noises (which David is surprisingly good at) as his belt comes off, and his pants go down, complete with hip wiggles and everything.

She giggles and then points at Zachary. "Your turn, killer."

"Killer? What?" Zachary shakes his head and pulls off his pants with much less pomp and circumstance.

"Look at all those legs," Kristen says.

"Nice ass too, for a slender white boy," David says, peeking behind Zachary.

"You're kind of a slender white boy, too," Zachary points out.

"Yes! And this is why I know such things!" David says, nodding with authority.

"Oh," says Zachary, "of course. Silly me."

"I think you should show Kristen. Do a turn."

Zachary blushes. "Do a turn?"

"Yeah," David says, demonstrating, with accompanying wiggle.

Zachary covers his face with both hands. "Oh, I can't do that!"

"Sure you can!" David shimmies around again, doing a little song-thing to go with it. "Or would it be easier if Kristen were naked?"

"I might not survive that," Zachary says. "I thought we discussed that part already."

"You don't want to see me naked?" Kristen pouts.

"Of course I want to see you naked," Zachary says, quickly.

"Then what's the matter?"

"I don't think I can show off. I'm... I'm all... I'm a spider-monkey, look at me!"

"Okay... new approach," David says, moving behind Zachary and wrapping his arms around his waist, pressing in nice and close, then beckoning to Kristen. "He's thinking too much. We can change that."

"Uh huh." She draws her shirt up over her head, and lets it drop to the floor.

"Oh," says Zachary.

She shimmies her way out of her shorts. And then reaches back and unhooks her bra.

Zachary squeaks.

Her panties come next, and she steps up close to the boys.

"I know... and she looks hot with her clothes on," David murmurs right into his ear, fingers resting against his hips.

"She's really hot. Really, really hot," Zachary breathes.

"I am," Kristen agrees. "And so are both of you." And she sinks down onto her knees in front of Zachary, running her hands up his ridiculously long legs.

"Ohmygod," Zachary squeaks.

"I know," David repeats, biting at Zachary's ear, then sinking to his knees, running them up the backs of his legs, nuzzling against one of his ass cheeks.

"Oh. My. God."

Kristen drags her tongue over Zachary's cock; he moans loudly and runs his fingers through her hair, reaching back with his other hand to grasp David's shoulder. They are going to kill him.

"You good on that side, princess?" David says, resting against the side of Zachary's ass as he peeks at Kristen. "'Cause I'm good over here."

"Uh huh," she says, licking Zachary's cock again, and smiling when his hips twitch. She keeps her hands on his thighs, trying to steady him, as she takes his cock into her mouth.

He moans, loudly.

Meanwhile, David's taking care of things from behind, nipping and licking his way from Zachary's hip and across his ass cheek, reaching his hands up so he can drag his fingers down, pressing in nice and hard the whole way.

"I think I need to sit down," Zachary says, his voice ridiculously high-pitched, but he can't move, because he's got them on either side of him, and they're doing wicked, naughty, wonderful things with their mouths, and Zachary is going to fall down.

"If you sit down, I'm not going to be able to get to everywhere I want to get to," David points out, speaking against his skin.

"But I... I..." His knees are shaking. Zachary closes his eyes tight. They're going to kill him!

"Hmm... I suppose you could go hands and knees. Kristen, will that still work for you?"

"Yes, I think so," she says when she pulls back, and peers up at Zachary. "On the bed. And then he can get his mouth busy, too. Between my legs." She smiles very sweetly.

Zachary gasps.

"Good then--move it," David teases, giving Zachary a swat to the ass. "Kristen, set him up how you want him, I'll find the stuff. Oh, hey," he says, turning around for a moment after he stands. "You need your strap on, or should we save that for another time?"

Zachary squeaks.

Kristen looks thoughtful, then shakes her head. "No, I think I'll save that for another time." Then she gets to her feet, takes Zachary's hand, and leads him to the bed. She manhandles him as best as she can into position--logistics are of course difficult, being she's very little and he's a spider monkey in human form, but they shall manage.

By the time they get to the bed, David's tracked down some condoms, some lube, and he's hidden a few of the more obvious not-all-that-well-concealed toys. Kristen's good at keeping people distracted. David thinks it's one part personality and one part awesome tits.

Zachary closes his eyes as he flicks his tongue over Kristen's clit; she makes a delightful little noise of pleasure, and so he does it again. And again. She doesn't have her mouth on his cock again, so he can concentrate on her. This is good. She's good. She's beautiful.

David gives them a bit to get settled and all of that associated nonsense before he joins them on the bed, moving up behind Zachary and crawling in between his legs, easing them wider apart. "This would be maybe not the best time to double check that you do bottom, but that's okay... we'll figure that out as we go," he says, dragging his fingers down along Zachary's crease, gently circling around his hole, not quite pushing inside. Not yet. Not until there's lube. Still, fun to tease.

Zachary whimpers. "Oh my god. I... not a lot... but... oh." And then he's bereft, as Kristen has wriggled away--what's she doing that for?--but then she wraps her arms around his shoulders and holds him tight.

"We don't want to scare you, precious," she whispers.

"Y-you're not. Oh my god. His fingers."

"They're lovely," she assures him.

"Uh huh." His voice is all high-pitched and squeaky again.

"Is this what you want, Zachary?" David asks him, just stroking at him, very lightly. "Tell Kristen what you want... whisper it to her in her pretty little perfect ear."

"I want you both," Zachary murmurs to Kristen.

"How, lovely?" she asks, trailing her fingers down his neck.

"Want to... want him to fuck me," he says, very softly.

"And what do you want to do to me, Zachary?" Kristen's voice is dripping with sweetness. Sunshine and rainbows.

"I want to fuck you," he whispers.

She purrs.

"Peaches? Do we have a verdict?" David asks, still just messing around, free hand sneaking on a condom when he thinks no one's paying attention. Be prepared and all that Boy Scout stuff.

"Oh, yes," she says, "sweet Zachary in the middle. Won't that be nice? You in him and him in me and oh yes."

"I think that will be very nice. Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. Condoms and threesomes and ... I'm running out of things that have the right cadence," David admits.

"I try not to mix musical theatre and sex," Zachary says, voice very strained.

"Really?" says Kristen. "Well, that's all kinds of no fun."

"You've done musical theatre, so I know you know that it's all full of sex. All over the place, just sex, sex, sex," David says, just as a slicked finger starts easing inside Zachary.

Zachary gasps. "Oh--oh--I--"

"Shhh." Kristen makes soothing little noises at him, wraps her arms around his neck, and kisses him gently. "Precious boy. We're gonna take such good care of you. Doesn't he have lovely fingers?"

Zachary groans.

"Uh huh, he does. Just let go. Relax. We've got you." She kisses him again.

"Just what she said.. relax," David murmurs, kissing the small of Zachary's back. "We won't let you fall. Breathe, Zachary. Let me in."

"I don't do this very often." Zachary swallows hard. David's fingers feel so big. He's in way over his head.

"What? Sleep with guys?" David asks, keeping his touch very slow and gentle.

Zachary nods. Yeah. That.

"Do you still want to?" David checks, another kiss to the small of his back, lips dragging across and over the skin.

"Yes," Zachary gasps, "yes, please."

"Kristen, doesn't he sound pretty when he asks so nicely?" David grins, adding another finger and twisting them gently, making sure he drags them over Zachary's prostate.

"Well, I kind of think Zachary's always pretty," she says, very sweetly, still holding on to him because he's started shaking all over. "Oh, pretty thing, pretty boy, we've got you."

Zachary lets out a strangled groan.

"All ours, pretty boy," David agrees, licking around his fingers, pushing them deep again.

Zachary cries out softly, then buries his face against Kristen's neck. Oh, damn.

She smells nice.

He's sexy, and responsive, and David thinks that he's possibly the smartest man on the planet for deciding to bring him home as a present to Kristen. He's the best not-boyfriend ever. "Kristen? You might want to get him set up... if you still want him to fuck you, which I'm guessing you do," he says, lifting his head and tossing her a condom.

"Zachary, baby? Sweetheart, I need you to move a little," she coos at him. "I can't quite reach from all the way up here. Can you let me go, just for a little bit?"

Zachary lifts his head, bites his lip, and nods. He can do that. He can move.

"Yes? Then I need you to move, sweetie." She smiles winningly, and sees the moment when it clues in for him that though he agreed to move, he didn't move at all. A moment later, she manages to get the condom rolled on, then lies back and pulls him close again. "Come on, lovely boy. Fuck me."

She should so not be allowed to talk like that. Zachary blinks and stares at her.

David's been very well behaved while Kristen gets him all organized and settled, barely moving his hand, giving Zachary what little remains of his brain all to himself so that she can actually tell him stuff and have a chance of him responding to it. So far, it's not working all that well.

"Fuck her, Zachary," he murmurs, rubbing his cheek against Zachary's back. "You have no idea how good she is, how good she feels. Don't you want to find out?"

Zachary swallows hard and nods. Why did they put him in the middle? He couldn't have possibly been so stupid as to request that. He reaches down, curls his fingers around his cock, and starts to slowly, so slowly, push inside her, biting down on the inside of his cheek so he doesn't moan too loud and embarrass the everliving hell out of himself.

Well, anymore than he's already embarrassed himself.

"Oh, don't be quiet," David tells him, getting his fingers moving again. "Trust me--Kristen won't be."

They don't want him to be quiet? Well, all right then. Zachary moans, loudly, eyes squeezed shut, head bowed forward, and his hips move entirely on their own.

David grins, huge and wide. "Now that's what I'm talking about," he says, letting Zachary set the pace, just following along with him, for the moment. Except for the twisting, curling, thrusting of his fingers. It's not like he's just hanging back and thinking of England.

"Oh my god," Zachary gasps, "oh, god, I--you--he--"

"Yes, sweetie?" Kristen says, breathless, looking up at him, stroking his hair back from his face. "You feel so good. Don't stop, Zachary, please don't stop."

He shakes his head and groans and oh god, they're going to kill him.

He's a patient guy, but even patience has its limits when Zachary and Kristen are making those kind of noises. He gives them a good while to get things rolling, then moves his free hand to Zach's hip, fingers slowing as he urges him to stop. "Just for a minute, just long enough that I can join in," he murmurs, already moving up behind him, fingers easing back and dick pushing inside, just a beat or two apart from each other.

Zachary sucks in a breath, then lets it out, groaning. "Oh shit. Oh--David--" That's all he can manage. He has to move. He has to move.

Kristen touches his cheek with feather-light fingertips. "Fuck me, gorgeous," she whispers. "Let me feel you."

Zachary cries out as he starts to move again, pushing forward into Kristen, and back against David, and damn, why hadn't he done this sooner?

David lets Zachary lead the way and set the pace, leaning in close and muttering filthy dirty things against his ear. He nips gently against it, groaning and leaning right against Zachary's body, only keeping enough of his weight off that Zachary's movement isn't affected.

Zachary's eyes get wider and wider the more David says to him. That can't be right. No, it can't. At all. Ever. Oh, but it is, and it spurs him on to move faster, harder, as much as he can, trapped between them as he is.

"That's it--harder--don't be gentle with her, she doesn't want you to," David whispers, still letting Zachary decide just how fast and hard they're going, with maybe a bit of encouragement from him in the form of a nice hip thrust every other time or so. "Do you, peaches?"

"Ohh no," Kristen says, tangling her fingers in Zachary's hair and arching up against him. "He feels so good, David, doesn't he?"

"He feels fucking amazing," David agrees, groaning against Zachary's ear again. "He's so tight, Kristen... next time, you should prep him so you can feel."

"Ohh, I should," she whispers.

Next time? There was going to be a next time? Zachary pushed forward, hard, into Kristen, and cried out as he came. His arms started shaking with the effort of holding himself up.

Which really was pretty predictable, considering. "Just hang on, Zachary--try not to crush Kristen," David gasps out, right before he shoves in nice and hard, keeping up a fast, almost rough pace, shoving Zachary against Kristen again and again.

Kristen whimpers, clutching Zachary close, lifting her legs so she can push her heels against David's hips. "That's it," she whispers, "fuck him hard, David. He loves it. Oh, you should see his face."

"Next time... next time I will," David says, forcing the words out, bracing himself and fucking Zachary harder. "Come on, sweetheart... move with us, take what you need, I want to hear you too," he coaxes.

That's not hard to do. Kristen moves against Zachary, who whimpers nicely, and she pushes a hand down to rub her fingers over her clit as she tilts her head back and moans loudly.

"That's it, c'mon Kristen, I need--" David cuts off with a loud yell, jerking forward with one last hard push as he lets go, unable to hold back any longer.

She follows him over a moment later, crying out, too, and then falling still. Her eyes are closed and there's a little smile on her face--she's absolutely blissful.

If she wasn't the size of a shiny new penny, and if she didn't have two big guys on top of her, David wouldn't even think of moving. Being responsible and preventing the death-by-smoosh of his not-girlfriend sometimes isn't all that much fun when all you want to do is splat. As it is, he eases back out of Zachary, tosses the condom, then kind-of-gently shoves Zachary off of Kristen, ditches his condom, then tugs them all together in a big old puppy pile of hot, sweaty people. Awesome.

Kristen is a very, very happy penny-sized girl. She snuggles up against Zachary's chest and looks up at him. "Well, sweetie?"

"Nngh," says Zachary.

"Hey, Kristen, I think he liked it!"

She giggles. "I thinks so too. We should keep him around for round two."

"Oh, I'm not letting him drive when he's been under the influence of us. He'll just have to stay the night," David says with a nod, and a gentle pat of Zachary's bum.

Zachary whimpers. "Nnf," he says.

"Was that a yes, please, keep me and ravish me some more before morning?" David asks.

"Unnnh."

"He's still alive, right? That wasn't a death rattle, was it, Kristen?"

She pinches Zachary's bum. He yelps. "He's still alive."

"Excellent. 'Cause that would not be one of my kinks. I'm just saying."

"No, me neither. That's safeword territory."

"Agreed. We can cross off dead people. Does that mean we have to try to stop fucking people like Zachary almost to death?"

"Oh, goodness, no. Almost is the magic word."

"Ahhh, I believe you're right about that. Almost. So how much time should we give him to recover?" David asks, peeking over at Zachary again.

"Dunno. Maybe an hour?"

"You can wait that long?"

"I'm a very patient woman, David."

"You weren't the other day when you pounced me in the sun room. The orchids were scandalised."

"That was different," she says, lifting her chin.

"If you say so," David says. "Far be it for me to ever disagree with you."

"Exactly. Never disagree with me."

"Very sound advice. I'd remember that one, Zachary."

"Uh-huh."

"Oh, poor Zachary..." Kristen kisses his nose. "I think we broke him, David."

"I think we just might have. We'll take it easy on him next time. You can get out your strap on, and he can fuck me."

Zachary whimpers. He's doomed.

Pup/Player info for Zachary Levi

black.chalice@gmail.com — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 02:54:38 GMT

Name: Zachary Levi
Journal: zachary_levi
Mun name/nick/handle: Ashinae
Mun journal: ashinae
AIM: ashinae mbc
E-mail: black.chalice @ gmail.com
When you can be reached and preferred method: I'm on MDT (GMT -7). I have a Monday-Friday, 8am-4pm job. I'm here if I'm here, and not if I'm not, basically. If I'm not on AIM, send me an e-mail and I'll respond when I can.
Mun hard limits: bloodplay, scat, bestiality, body piercing, brutality, medical scenes, pedophilia, necro
Mun kinks: dominance/submission, rimming, oral and anal sex, spanking, non and questionable con - I'm basically open to anything that's not listed above.
Mun's other pups: Sean Maher (sean_maher), David Beckham (becks), Sendhil Ramamurthy (sendhil), Adrian Pasdar (pasdar), Milo Ventimiglia (ventimiglia), Kristen Bell (kristen_bell), and Chris Pine (chris_pine).

Pup's physical info: 28 years old (29 September, 1980), 6'4" and gangly, dark brown hair, brown eyes
Pup's location: LA

Pup's orientation: bisexual
Pup's kinks: n/a
Pup's hard limits: n/a
Pup's soft limits: n/a
Pup's safeword: none
Pup's hobbies: video games, comics, computers, hanging out with Zach Quinto, mooning over Adam Baldwin, Trivial Pursuit, chess, eating, playing with Zach's dog
Game membership: no
Game occupation: actor -- his filmography stands as-is.
Game connections: Is best friends with zach_quinto; through him, knows kristen_bell, david_anders, sendhil, and ventimiglia. Stars in NBC's Chuck with adam_baldwin.

Type of Characters Pup Likes: He likes people who aren't mean.

Play Situation: Zachary is pointed in a particular direction, and is not yet a member of Citadel. If someone wants to know him outside of the context of the club, we might be able to work something out.

Pup's bio: Zachary's biography at Wikipedia.

Zachary is awkward, high-maintenance, a geek, and a fanboy. He's deeply devoted to his BFF Zach Quinto, and adores and approves of Zach's boyfriend, Chris Pine. Zachary also carries a torch roughly the size of North America for one Mr Adam Baldwin, his Chuck co-star.

Last Updated: 18 June, 2008

!Zachary Levi

Zachary Levi, Kristen Bell, David Anders. Dessert Delivery.

Pup/Player info for Zachary Levi