[ Well, it's her being nice to herself as well, because she's been really wanting to at least kiss him for a while here and now she gets to. She gets more than that, she gets his hands on her and that's really quite nice, she enjoys that feeling, presses back into the kiss as soon as he's done talking before pulling back enough to respond. ]
Stay with me. [ Pushing him a little back on the bed. ] Lie down, you don't need to tire your legs out more.
[ It's okay, she's following him almost immediately, kissing him again in brief little snatches as she talks, hands running across his arms. ] If you're sure. [ Which she doesn't actually believe, but he might not feel the tiredness quite yet and she's not saying no to this at all. ]
Positive. [ yeah he's probably kind of exhausted but he's still running strong on endorphins and adrenaline and everything so atm, not so much. he's mostly just pleased with the proximity being maintained, and the kissing. very much with that part too. ]
[ She can totally go with those chemicals, man. She's a big fan of them, and of the two of them naked together, and also she's been more than a little turned on for a while now and it's like a buzz under her skin that she can't get rid of. ] No objections here then. [ Settling into a real kiss. ]
[ Excellent, yes good, a real kiss, he's perfectly happy to settle into that as well, and he does just that, hands back on her and lying back on the bed and keeping her close and still not thinking about anything except the moment and what's happening in it. He tries to deepen it, pressing first into her mouth to see what her reaction will be. ]
[ She'll accept that easily, press upwards against the touch of his hands like a cat, casual but very pleased and her lips parting under his. Her own hands are splayed on either side of his head right now for support, but she can keep her body close and warm to his. ]
No, wait, close and warm, like a blanket, that's suddenly bad and he can't tell why. (Sleepy sleepy, Tony) He rolls them to the side, where they're on totally even ground for the petting and the kissing, deepening it as much as he can, because screw you yes now that he's off them completely his legs are tired, okay. But that doesn't mean that he's ready to stop doing whatever it is that she wants. Still pliable. ]
[ Well, he's welcome to screw her but she thinks he'd run into some logistical problems with his equipment right now. But she takes the roll over surprisingly well, pretty okay right now with him doing what he needs to do rather than only what she tells him to do, certainly all right with anything that involves him kissing her deeper and her getting to press her body closer along his, grind against his hips a little because she wants that friction, needs a little of it. ]
[ 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. ]
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Stay with me. [ Pushing him a little back on the bed. ] Lie down, you don't need to tire your legs out more.
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No, wait, close and warm, like a blanket, that's suddenly bad and he can't tell why. (Sleepy sleepy, Tony) He rolls them to the side, where they're on totally even ground for the petting and the kissing, deepening it as much as he can, because screw you yes now that he's off them completely his legs are tired, okay. But that doesn't mean that he's ready to stop doing whatever it is that she wants. Still pliable. ]
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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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