[ That's true but still feels insulting. He likes that though, pushes back against her even though that's a little sensitive, it's not bad. He wouldn't have wanted to stay with her if that was going to be an issue. But right now he just wants to stay close, leans on her a little bit more and kisses her a little bit harder, shifting over her jaw and down the side of her neck if she'll let him. ]
[ It's a biological fact, okay, she's not at all bothered by it. There are other things to do anyways, like this kissing right now, the way he's leaning on her and that feels good, really, the slight weight of him and the pressure of his mouth, her hand curling into his hair as she pulls him closer, rolls up again against him a little more languidly. ]
[ Rolling earns her an interruption in the whole kissing thing, and he pauses, body unsure if it wants to move toward or away from that feeling, even if it's somewhat inevitable that Tony himself will decide on the former regardless of what the body decides. He's never really been one much for following orders. It's nice though, the calmness of this - it's not a particular quality that they tend to achieve all that often, and he's happy to leisurely chase it down for the moment. ]
[ He wants to move towards it, because she really really wants that friction. It took her a while to get it and now that she has it she'd like it to remain, wants to press up against him and feel that pressure, wants him to keep touching her while she keeps touching him, hands sliding over skin, everything warm and smooth and slow, at peace despite the desire. ]
[ Well what do you know, he wants to move toward it. How about that. So he does, but he shifts a little bit, slides his thigh between her legs because that will probably be a little better, lets his weight fall a little heavier and his hands shift a little more. It is odd, for the calm intensity involved, that's not a state they tend to achieve all that often, and he takes the opportunity to touch her, to explore her, as though he hasn't already learned everything he can about her body as it is. ]
[ Oh, perfect, that is somehow even better than what she was looking for and she rolls up against his thigh, groans a little at the thoroughness of his hands as she press up in general against the weight of him, lets her own hands wander. ]
[ He shifts so that his thigh provides a little bit more pressure for her, one hand toying with one breast as he uses the other to hold her close and supports himself with his elbow and knees. He kisses down her neck, following the vibration of the groan as well as he can, before just settling into an area that seems sensitive and toying with that for a little while. ]
[ He's so very good at playing her sensitivities, so good at knowing exactly what to do to make everything feel as good as it can, and it's one of the things she's very fond of about him. That he works at making sure she gets as much pleasure out of their sex as possible, because it's not necessarily a common thing. And right now she's just reveling in it, enjoying how good his hands feel on her breast and her skin and his mouth against her neck as she slides her own hands down over his ass and back up his back, down again slowly to the back of his thighs. ] Mmmm. [ It's a quiet, pleased sound, and she's still pressing upwards against the pressure of his thigh. ]
[ Well, making sure someone else enjoys the sex is one of the best ways to get them to go it with you again, so. By this point he's not really worried as to that fact, it's shifted from selfishness into a more general 'I like this person and I'm good at this so I'll put the effort in', but that's more or less the original idea behind it anyway.
He shifts down a little bit more, following her neck down to her collarbone and then that across, hand shifting in tandem down her side to follow the lines of her torso and such in turn. The pressure from his thigh does disappear, but it's quickly replaced by his hand, its own place on her breast replaced by his mouth, a shift in sensations to keep her from getting used to things for too long. ]
[ That is a pretty legitimate way of viewing it, really. She's pretty sure that's a really logical way of viewing it, better than a lot of others for sure. Right now she'd feel that way about almost any version of events that resulted in her having great sex, though.
But oh, she wasn't expecting either of those things, no, and she makes a stifled noise and her hands clench where they've landed on his back, one sliding up into his hair to take up a heavy grip there, perfectly okay with him removing where he si now as she arches her back. ]
[ He is permanently unpredictable and &c. whatever. Can't tame him. (unless it's the baby thread or whatever and then it's apparently true that you can as long as you don't tell him you did so because something in him would die and then rebel from the afterlife.)
That's how he knows he's doing something right though, and it just means that he continues on with what is already happening, attempts to get that noise again but without the whole muffled, stifled aspect to it, because that seemed like the sort of noise that should just be let loose, left to reverberate as it will and pass itself along in kind. He keeps up the pressure with his hand, grazes with his teeth and pushes and pulls against her as it nets him the best reaction in turn. ]
[ She can totally tame him, but she also is smart enough to know to never, ever tell him that. Which is part of why she's the one who's able to tame him.
His lips are warm on her breast, his hand against her solid and she twists her hips into it, tries to get a little more satisfaction out of it. Come on, and oh he's putting more into it too and that does get him the noise he's been looking for, no attempt to muffle it any longer as she doesn't quite whimper. Whatever's a little more in control than a whimper, because she's not remotely interested in giving up control right now. She's just employing it specifically to get him to get her off right now, because she's not entirely done, not even after all of that. ]
[ That's cool though, she's welcome to get as much as she can out of what he's doing - that's why he's doing it, after all. If she wants more there, he'll push a little harder, graze his teeth a little more and fall against her a bit more because it's a reasonable course of action, right? She seems to be appreciating it, so. Seems good. And of course, she hasn't actually relinquished any measure of control with all of this. She's still entirely in control here, she's just letting him take on more of the effort for the moment. That's all. ]
[ The not-quite-a-whimper turns into a low hum of appreciation as she presses her lips to his neck, pulls him closer with her hands as she lets them run across his skin, back and forth, smoothing it under her fingers. She's definitely appreciating it, all of it. He can take on some of the effort temporarily, so long as he's not too tired. She has the answers she needed, thinks that he does believe her. Now she's ready to let go, temporarily. ]
[ He shifts up enough to let her reach his neck without too much strain, follows the line of her collarbone with his mouth and then traces the tendon in her neck that stands out most against her shoulder. A little extra pressure with his hand, a moment of specifically applied stimulation before he shifts the focus higher again, a scrape of teeth here, a smoothed salve just afterwards, and then again with the pressure and stimulation in concentrate. Like any other delicate machine or instrument, with the parts and strings replaced by musculature and nerves. ]
[ It's really not going to take very much all in all to get her off, considering that the entire session with him had essentially acted as foreplay for her, turned her on progressively more and more until by the time he was actually able to touch her she was mostly nerves. Her legs spread open a little more under his hand and she bares her neck for him further, nips at the skin just over his pulse a little and then has to stop to draw a breath in because his technique with his hands has always been quite stellar. ] You're really close. [ It's murmured against his skin, slow and soft like all of her movements right now. ]
I'll work a little harder then. [ And he can. And will. For a few moments, anyway, his mouth on her neck and his hand on her breast and his other sliding another finger inside her as things move along.
Actually, come to mention that. ] I could move a little lower, if that would help. Depends on how close, I suppose. How much you're enjoying - [ With a little bit of a nip to her jawline. ] - the current placement.
Mmm. [ Her smile spreads a little wider on his face as he talks and she moves her hips just a little into the motion of his fingers, hand curling around his neck as he's bent over her, fisting into his hair. ] I think you're good.
[ Very, very good, and she draws in a breath that's almost a gasp and then just holds it as she tilts her head back, her body stilling without much extra warning. Everything feels hot and slow and beautiful as she presses up against him just a little bit more. ] See? [ When she's let her breath out again. ] Definitely good.
[ Oh, well. That'll do. He's quietly just very proud of himself then, thanks. Takes a moment to watch her reaction unfold and develop and dissolve. ]
I'm glad. Hate to be disappointing. [ Although, you remember how he wasn't tired at all? Yeah, he's more or less exhausted now. Yay. He gradually extricates himself from her, doesn't really shift to remove his weight but lies a little bit onto his side at least. ]
[ He can absolutely be proud of himself, because she's quite pleased right now with both of them and all of that and the entire episode of today. She feels like it went really well, all in all. ]
Good thing you never are. [ She leans into him as he shifts, waits patiently for him to finish his adjustment before she settles fully next to him, smiles. ] I feel kind of like sleeping, right now. You?
God, yes. Can we sleep? I feel like we should totally do that, okay, I am all for the whole idea where we just, you know, sort of pass out right here. I feel like we've shared enough, all that caring and everything, we should just - [ What a well-timed yawn. ] - that.
[ She stifles the laugh that's an almost automatic response to the timing of his yawn, curls into him and smiles. ] Yeah, I think you're pretty tired. [ And she's admittedly thoroughly tired herself right now, is on the verge of just passing out against him regardless. ]
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He shifts down a little bit more, following her neck down to her collarbone and then that across, hand shifting in tandem down her side to follow the lines of her torso and such in turn. The pressure from his thigh does disappear, but it's quickly replaced by his hand, its own place on her breast replaced by his mouth, a shift in sensations to keep her from getting used to things for too long. ]
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But oh, she wasn't expecting either of those things, no, and she makes a stifled noise and her hands clench where they've landed on his back, one sliding up into his hair to take up a heavy grip there, perfectly okay with him removing where he si now as she arches her back. ]
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That's how he knows he's doing something right though, and it just means that he continues on with what is already happening, attempts to get that noise again but without the whole muffled, stifled aspect to it, because that seemed like the sort of noise that should just be let loose, left to reverberate as it will and pass itself along in kind. He keeps up the pressure with his hand, grazes with his teeth and pushes and pulls against her as it nets him the best reaction in turn. ]
remaining where he is now what even past self
His lips are warm on her breast, his hand against her solid and she twists her hips into it, tries to get a little more satisfaction out of it. Come on, and oh he's putting more into it too and that does get him the noise he's been looking for, no attempt to muffle it any longer as she doesn't quite whimper. Whatever's a little more in control than a whimper, because she's not remotely interested in giving up control right now. She's just employing it specifically to get him to get her off right now, because she's not entirely done, not even after all of that. ]
it's okay i got it
thank you among the reasons i love you
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Actually, come to mention that. ] I could move a little lower, if that would help. Depends on how close, I suppose. How much you're enjoying - [ With a little bit of a nip to her jawline. ] - the current placement.
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[ Very, very good, and she draws in a breath that's almost a gasp and then just holds it as she tilts her head back, her body stilling without much extra warning. Everything feels hot and slow and beautiful as she presses up against him just a little bit more. ] See? [ When she's let her breath out again. ] Definitely good.
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I'm glad. Hate to be disappointing. [ Although, you remember how he wasn't tired at all? Yeah, he's more or less exhausted now. Yay. He gradually extricates himself from her, doesn't really shift to remove his weight but lies a little bit onto his side at least. ]
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Good thing you never are. [ She leans into him as he shifts, waits patiently for him to finish his adjustment before she settles fully next to him, smiles. ] I feel kind of like sleeping, right now. You?
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