fe_male | memeboxing

[ Hah, he loves being able to just play her though. As much as she enjoys doing it to him, he loves to flip the tables and repay the service. Carefully, and without removing her control, but even still. He keeps up the pressure with his hand, sliding along her through the material of her pants, takes advantage of the way she's just stopped working against him by moving a little, catching her lips with his own and quietly claiming her mouth. More distraction in that area, so that when he moves his hand away long enough to simply slip it inside her trousers, under the thin band of underwear, to return to what he was doing before, it doesn't feel so much like a stop-start. ]

[ She tilts into his kiss, accepts it and pushes back against it a little, though there's a noticeable lag when his hand comes back and shifts her legs, her hips, whimpers against his mouth before she puts her effort into distracting him via his mouth. Though not super distracting him, just enough that she feels she's putting something back into this despite the very great effectiveness of his fingers. ]

[ Yes, good. Very responsive, he likes that. And he appreciates what she's doing in return, because that's also really nice, and for a little while he just lets his hand rub against her, stimulation but nothing too specific, staying away from both her clit and entrance as well as he can while he enjoys the kiss and what she's doing with it.

But, that's not actually what he's aiming for right now, and he's rapidly getting hard and a little uncomfortable in his jeans, so he decides to switch his focus back down and without too much warning, presses two fingers into her, a little nip at her lip just afterward. ]

[ No that really wasn't much warning at all and she gasps again with the sudden shift in sensation, fingers in his hair tightening. She wasn't particularly not expecting it because Tony is rarely a highly patient person, but she wasn't expecting his fingers in her quite yet with how thoroughly he'd been avoiding specific stimulation up until that moment. It's not a problem, though, at all. She'd like to submit that this is really good, everything she's feeling right now, the slight pull of his teeth included.

Her legs open a little more as she shifts enough to make it easier on him to continue whatever he wants to do with her as she returns that nip of his in kind, presses back against him. ]

[ No, patience tends to be something people think and then laugh about in regards to Tony Stark. He enjoys the moment, doesn't think that waiting for things - in regards to himself, anyway - makes them any better, and tends to thoroughly love doing things that people aren't expecting. Specifically the things people aren't expecting, and not just because it tends to elicit such wonderful reactions as that one. He drinks in the gasp, tries to get her hand to tighten further, pressing forward towards her with both mouth and hand. ]

[ It used to be a life view she didn't really get but over her time with him she's come to have more and more appreciation for it. Right now she has very very thorough appreciation for it, solid against his pressing forwards but he's having the desired effect, her hand is tightening in his hair more and more by the second, quite possibly to the point of pain. There's a whimper swallowed by their kiss, her hips shifting minutely in an attempt to encourage him further. ]

[ He can come all the to basically pulling it out before he'll start to care - he's enjoying the pain, keeping him grounded while he works on her, and he can feel the way she's opening up to him further, encouraging him even more, and he goes ahead and slips another finger inside. Slowly curls them a little, to coincide with her own pulling at his hair, brushes his thumb just over her clit and then just lets it sit, outside her trousers, to provide constant but muffled pressure there. At the same time, he's opening his mouth up to her a bit, so that if she wants to retaliate, she's more than welcome to. ]

[ Retaliation might take a little bit because she needs a moment to temporarily just hold on for dear life and reorient herself around the feeling of his fingers and how they're curling against her and okay, she's all right, she can absolutely press forward against his mouth and claim it. He doesn't have all the say here, though then again at this moment she'd be willing to do quite a bit to keep him doing that with his fingers, god. ]

[ idk he'd be pretty willing to say he's got basically all of the say here. She's pretty much letting him do what he wants, and she didn't start the claiming until he made that option kind of obvious, so. I mean hey whatever she wants to think, but he's just sort of feeling that way atm, as he continues what he was doing already, a steady rhythm of movement and pressure, and lets her push him back into the couch. ]

[ He's got - well, yes, he has quite a bit of the say right now because apparently what he wants is something that she personally feels is really, really excellent. Her participation lags again with shifts in his fingers as she gasps again, hand in his hair clenching and unclenching as she nips at his lip and then presses back into the kiss. There's a familiar heat starting to burn and she wants the ensuing fire, wants it quite badly by this point. ]

[ It's okay, he's cool with what's happening. He likes watching the burn build in her, slow at first and then faster as he decides to see what she'll do with that. He's suspecting rather impressive, or at the very least interesting, results, but these things don't always turn out in the manner one expects them to. ]

[ Yeah, that's. That's allowed, that's definitely allowed, and she arches her back, tension in her whole body as she has to force herself to stay still, not move like she wants to. She feels precariously positioned all of a sudden, wants to scrabble for purchase and wants anything he'll give her, feels quite thankful for how good he is at keeping out the dark. ] More. [ It's somewhat demanding, mouth still practically against his as her hands pull him closer. ]

[ She's more than welcome to be demanding - in fact, it's kind of encouraged. It's encouraging, and therefore encouraged, and if she wants to scrabble for purchase, she's welcome to do so. His shoulders, arms, hips, hair; whatever she feels like using to stay in place. He leans forward into her, which probably won't help that balance thing, but his free arm has gone around her back, holding her close and steady, so there's not too much worry with that. He takes more control in the kiss, even while the pressure from his hand gets a little stronger, the movements get a little faster, specific nerves are lingered on a little longer. ]

[ It's not helping at all, but his arm around her is giving her a little more steadiness as one hand stays firmly in his hair and the other slides around his shoulders, nails digging into his back for stability because she really feels like she needs that right now. She doesn't quite give way beneath his kiss, but she's certainly letting him have that control right now because every muscle in her body is tightening as she hits the peak, sensation flooding her. ]

[ He loves the feeling of her clinging to him, like he's the lifeline amongst everything else that could have been. He loves feeling the grip of her, how strong she holds on, how tightly she pulls, how taut the muscles of her abdomen and upper body are. How taut - slightly differently - the muscles of her lower body are.

And growing tauter still, as he continues his ministrations, ramping up and up until it seems like just below too much, and then she's tightening, and he can feel the flood that comes with climax, the onslaught that follows, and he doesn't quite stop, but he calms his movements down. He wants to milk as much of that slow to quick build as he can for her, letting her ride the high and then gradually continuing to move, slowly bringing her back down by way of slowing the stimulation, because just -- just stopping once climax is achieved, that's amateur shit right there. You have to bring them back down, unwind them, just like you brought them to burn and pushed them over.

He kisses her again, soft and easy and then down along her neck, because he's not trying to stimulate, he's trying to ease back down, despite his own arousal more or less a beacon to attract attention, in more ways than one. He's shielding from her, to a degree, to let her enjoy her moment, but there's little he can do about how hard he's grown to be, watching her as she got closer and closer and then - well. ]

[ He is the lifeline, or at least the only lifeline she thinks worth having. If she is going to hold onto something to keep herself from drowning, to keep herself steady, it is always going to be him. If she can't stand on her own feet he's the only one she's willing to let support her.

Her hands clench and unclench against him, pull tighter as everything else but how she feels right now and his body against and his fingers twisting inside of her becomes terribly unimportant. She kisses back a little, but as soon as he shifts to her neck she presses her face against his neck, breathes out very slowly as she comes down. It takes her a little bit to trust her voice again, but as soon as she does it's a little urgent against his skin. ]

Bedroom. [ She can feel how hard he is, wants to help with that now, but she wants a bed now, wants comfort and a little more manuevering space than the couch provides. ] Bedroom and pants.

[ That's all pretty okay with him. He moves his hand away, rests it on her hip instead as he continues with her neck, ostensibly part of the cool down but he's not really in the mood to do that, so on the whole the message might be a little conflicted. But the urgency is good, that's helpful, that speeds things in her favor. Not that they weren't already in her favor to begin with.

So it doesn't take too long before he agrees with her assessment of the situation, stands up with her, hand on her leg shifting just under her and the one on her back moving lower to anchor her close. It helps that keeping his own support lower means that she'll have to hold onto his shoulders herself, wrap her arms around him anyway.

But the bedroom isn't that far away, and he's fairly intent on getting there, so it's not long before he's leaning over to set her on the bed, reluctant to get much further from her but shifting to pay attention to her collarbones, down her sternum instead. Minimizes some of the looming, works in everyone's favor. ]

[ It's a little conflicted, because she's still sensitive and his hand and mouth on her aren't really changing that at all, aren't doing anything to make her want less. But then he stands and picks her up and he's been doing that more than a little bit lately, hasn't he? Like he found out that he was allowed to carry her and went with it, and she doesn't mind. He's allowed.

She holds on tight, presses her lips to his neck as she puts in a little effort of her own towards helping that erection he's got. Her hand shifts to around the back of his neck when he puts her down, pulling him closer still. She wants him here, right against her as she arches up against the trail of his mouth. ]

[ He's been doing that lately because it's just faster and also because he's typically unwilling to let her go long enough to walk of her own accord if she's going to let him carry her, yes. He likes carrying her for some reason, although it probably wouldn't be something he admits to in case she stopped letting him do it after attention was brought to the fact. He's never completely sure with things.

That part though, he's fine with. The closeness and the pulling, that's all okay, that's more or less what he was looking for anyway with all of this, and he stays with her pretty easily, hands splaying over her ribcage now that he doesn't have to hold her up, letting them slide over and down her sides as he shifts his own attentions to follow the lines and shapes of her skin. ]

[ She's not entirely sure why she is okay with it because she's always been big on standing on her own two feet, but for some reason with him it's all right. It's different when it's him, when it's support and caring and when she can hold in turn and push him down against a bed and tie him down. It's an exchange she's all right with. And he's solid, he's stability. He's everything she never thought she'd have and everything that she now can't give up.

She rests one foot on the back of his leg, sliding it up and down slowly as she settles into leaving a mark on his throat, right over his pulse point, hips pushing upwards in an attempt to find his. ]

[ There also was on a smaller but still important note the fact that she'd just had what looked like a somewhat intense climax and it would have been rude to ask her to walk again right after that. He's a gentleman after all, his nannies raised him right.

Or. Well, they tried, anyway.

Regardless, the marking, her hips, her leg - he was already being fairly impatient; all of that more or less just cements his lack of such things and means that one hand goes fully to supporting himself, and the other moves down to take care of whatever has to be done to her pants and then his own. ]

[ Well that's fair. It had been, you know, somewhat intense. Just a little bit, there. If she had stood up to walk she might have sat back down again.

Her hands move to help him, pushing down his pants and boxers so that he can move on to hers, getting everything out of the way because yeah, that's about what she was aiming for her. It doesn't stop her from grinding her hips upwards again for a moment, but it's only a moment and then she's relieving her desire with her teeth on his throat. It's not even really about physical desire, though there's still plenty of that coursing through her. But a lot of it right now is about wanting to see him reach that same peak she did, see his face twist with pleasure. ]

[ He makes quick work of her own lower garments, having lost his patience somewhere long before they arrived to the bedroom - she interrupts his movements by grinding up and oh, jesus, that friction, her pants on his cock, the fabric, that was fun, and by the time she gets her teeth on his throat he's recovered - mostly - and gone on to line them both up properly. There it's only a quick moment - because for some reason every time he does this he needs to meet her eyes, it's like it's some sort of thing - and then slides in, not too slowly, but not all at once, yet all the way to the hilt. He takes a couple of seconds to revel in the feel of her all around him, to give her time to adjust to the reverse of the same, and then slowly builds up into a rhythm. ]

[ She's making soft quiet noises at this point, encouraging him on with her hands and teeth and when he meets her eyes she looks at him in return, eyes blown and dark and entirely pleased as she rests her hands on his hips and presses up into him, taking that moment to feel the pleasure of him being buried in her, her nerves alight all over again as she rolls her hips against his in that momentary interim. And then he's moving and her hands slide up to his back, nails digging in for purchase, for the pleasure of the purchase of his skin. ]

[ Yes, excellent, that is all wonderfully encouraging, and he enjoys every bit of it, opening up just enough to catch the minute shifts in her breathing, the hastening of her heartbeat, smell the hormones flooding the pair of them. It's a dizzying number of sensations happening all at once, and he winds up shutting them back down to normal as he shifts and finds a better angle, moves her leg just a little and manages to push just that much deeper inside her. He grins with the nails on his back, pushes harder with his thrusts to see if he can get her to hold onto him more. ]

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