goddamngrenades | RP Open Post

Oh god.

[ He's going to be saying that a lot. Oh god. Oh shit. Oh fuck. That and begging- he can beg really well when prompted but when it's off the cuff? it's just that much more desperate, just that much more sincere. All that's on his face is sweet agony, eyes closed and mouth slightly parted while he pants away.

The side effect being everything feels that much more intense but if he watches? He is gonna come too damn soon.

Tongue and it's a fight to keep his hips still- he lets go of her hair immediately to tug his hands away so he wouldn't risk tugging or pulling without permission. The first one's intense. The seconds has him shivering back into his skin, hands sliding into her hair again. Not her jaaw, just her hair. Reverant. Adoring. ]

God, yes.

[ The response is everything she was hoping for. She turns her head, pressing a kiss to his inner thigh, as his hands first free themselves, then reburrow into her hair. She doesn't say no, doesn't object - so long as he doesn't yank, even a strong grip is a turn on right now. Knowing she's reducing him to such sounds and the loss of words.

A couple more licks, and she's got a hint of what he tastes like, enough that she's willing to push for more reaction. There's a steadying breath taken, before she adjusts her position, shifts knees and balances her weight on her arms. All the better to angle the head of his cock below her and draw it into her mouth, between parted lips. A gentle suckle, before her mouth widens to take a little more, then draw back. In, out. In, out..sliding him in a little further each time, the last dragging her teeth very slightly with it along his dick.

She wants him hard, wants him twitching, but she doesn't want him to come - not yet. Not that they're lacking time, but...not yet.]

Edited (/tweaks) 2015-10-18 03:11 (UTC)

[ No yanking, no steering- adoring. Admiring. Reassuring himself that yes, this is real, yes, she's here, and yes, this was happening. Not another dream where he'll wake up alone and aching in every which way knowing she was dead. Not bleeding out in a cave somewhere with one last hallucination to ease the way. Clair here and touching him. Wanting him. ]

jesuschristclair-

[ It's a fight not to buck up but the rest of him curls, snapping upright in a shot to keep from thrusting into her mouth. This is at her pace, they're doing what she wants and he's following along for the ride. Like usual. But goddamn, that wet heat, the slick glide of her mouth has him moaning, hand slipping out of her hair to claw at the sheets. No reason to tangle her hair or hurt her, god no.

The teeth really fucking do it for him. ]

Shit- that's playing dirty!

[ She's not fragile, and later, once he's more certain that she's as real as he is, perhaps York'll enjoy the fact she's willing to tolerate a little more physicality, doesn't mind a little pressure to overstimulate with pleasure. Later.

Right now, however, her hands slip a little higher along his hips as his body arches, holding him but not holding him down, enjoying the smoothness and warmth of his skin beneath her palms, smug with the knowledge he's reacting this way because of her mouth on him. She repeats the tease of teeth, working along the length of him as he squirms against the sheets, before sucking hard on the head of his cock. Then he's free, and she can't help but admire how hard he is. ]

No such thing. [teasing chide, as she lets his cock alone, for now, shifting on the bed so that she can sit on his chest, adjusts her weight so she's hovering over him, the fabric of his shirt a tease between them] Besides, I figured I might like to put your mouth to use for a bit. Think you might enjoy that, too?

[ She doesn't think he'll need more of a hint than that, to what she has in mind - but she won't force him if he's not willing. There are plenty of other ways for her to work herself up to match him. ]

[ He's whining and he does. not. care. It's okay to fall apart around Carolina, she's not gonna judge him. Just means she's that good, of course she's that good. There's a weird little knot in his gut for half a second wondering HOW she got that good and who with before he stops it out cuz it's not his business, he never owned her she's got a right to her life and-

Oh HELLO teeth hi

His brain melts a little, he's sure. Melts and dribbles out through his ears and the slick head of his cock from where she lets it fall back against his abdomen. Jesus. ]

Is so. [ Totally a thing. Not taking off her shirt so he can see her, not letting him really get his hands on her- and...he doesn't really mind. Slides his fingers up along her thighs to her hips and tugs her close. He knows what this is about and a little bit of the breathlessness eases away. A cocky smirk, familiar and crooked, takes it's place. ] You're gonna want to grab onto the headboard.

[ Her experience is likely not as expansive as his in some respects. Things she's thought about in her bunk, the rare distraction she allowed herself - much of it is what she's wanted to do, things she's never had a partner she's wanted to do it to prior to now.

Now she can, and there's something exhilarating that he's willing to place that trust in her here and now. Humbling even. He's letting her, and even if it doesn't quite work out, he's letting her try. She licks her lips, before leaning down to kiss him, hungry and pleased at his reaction, kissing him because he's here and she can. ]

I was hoping you'd say that.

[ She tries not to let herself seem nervous, because as much as she's looking forward to the promise in his cocky grin, in that assurance given by his confidence and comfortable grip on her flesh, she's never done this before. She lets him dictate position, settles herself comfortably and rests her right hand on the headboard as he suggested. The left smooths back his hair, before settling on her thigh.

Turn about is fair play, after all. ]

[ He's here, she can, and she can have him whenever and however she wants from now till he actually does die. Which isn't anytime soon- no dying on Carolina. Not again. Even if he didn't know he'd been doing it the first time.

He clings to her legs and leans up to get as much out of that kiss as possible, falling back against the pillow with dark eyes and swollen lips.

The things she does to him.

The things she'll let him do to her.

It's easy to nudge her forward- pull her legs up so she's resting on his shoulders- hands carefully cradling her ass as he leans up and presses a warm, opened mouth kiss against the warmth of her. It's almost chaste except for how the flat of his tongue laves out to drag across her folds, to dip inside and tease at her. Sorting out what she likes, what she doesn't.

She'll tell him. ]

[ She'll tell him, though not in words. It will be in the flex of muscle beneath his palms, cheeks cupped by his hands and powerful thighs framing his face. It's in the sway of her hips as she settles herself, and the way her back stiffens at that initial contact, the catch of her breath before she wills herself to relax.

Her fingers clench and unclench against the headboard. There's a slow deep breath, before she lets herself sink slower, parting thighs a little wider where their positions allow, and lower lip is caught between her teeth in anticipation. It's not unpleasant, not if the way she slowly yields to mouth and tongue thereafter is any indication to what she thinks-feels about that prelude, sinking lower against him if only to make his job 'easier'.

Control. She'll hold it, for as long as he'll allow, for as long as her body can manage. How long that control doesn't last.. She can't wait to see how long she can ride this out. ]

[ Long as they knew each other for everything that was said there'd been five to ten things unsaid that they knew from the tilt of a head, the set of their shoulders, the twist of their breath. Down against the pillows he couldn't see much or hear much, bracketed by her thighs, but he could feel the clench and flex of her muscles well enough to know he had this right. And even if he wasn't sure the way she let herself rest on him properly, give him more pressure an room to work- that was more than enough for him to smirk and push harder.

To pull her down and really lick in deep- at this angle it wasn't uncomfortable or a strain on him.

He could lie back and suck on her clit or lick her pussy as long as she wanted- he was having a fine time spelling out her name with steady, pointed flicks of his tongue. ]

[ She's given over control here, and she's enjoying it. She'd hoped she would, and god, why didn't they do this sooner? (She knows why, all fingers point back to herself, but they're here now, and oh God--)

She can feel that smirk, the way his lips move against her, and as he applies a flick there, pressure here, and there, a moan escapes her. It's a deep shuddered sound, unlike her, accompanied by an involuntary spasm of muscle and jerk of her hips. And if York had any doubts at all after that, the unsubtle slam of her free hand against the headboard likely helps dispel them.

Her breath soon switches over into huffs and puffs as she tries to keep her breathing even, and it's becoming difficult to keep her kmind focused, to remember the plan here. ]

God, just... [head tips back, lower lip caught between her teeth] Tay.. Tayl-ahhhh..!

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