[ 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. ]
[ It is a rather dizzy amount of sensation, and she can feel how he opened up to it and then had to close again, is leaving her mind open to his in turn as she pushes back against him. She knows her nails are leaving marks by now, doesn't mind at all because she knows he doesn't mind either and she likes it, she likes the visible representation of what she's done with him. ]
[ Visible representation is pretty much always a good thing, in his opinion, almost regardless of whatever it is you're actually representing. Everybody loves a good infographic. And it's nice that she's staying open and present and holding on like she is, and he takes that for everything he can while it's happening - not that it's particularly rare, just that he doesn't ever really seem to get tired of it. There's a lot of things running on instinct at the moment though, and if he's not quite putting as much effort into staying controlled, he's not totally sure that he could really be blamed for it. That was mostly what he did and drained his reserves of in the living room, on the way over here, so while he'll totally try and get her as far as he can again, there's not really any promises being made. ]
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[ She's certainly got no intentions of blaming him for it. You could even say that she's been actively encouraging his lack of control, pushing him further, and right now she's a lot more focused on him and getting him off than she is at all on herself, pushing up with her hips at the right part of his thrust to help drive him deeper. ]
[ Well she doesn't really need to worry about that, about getting him off - he isn't going to need a whole lot more time or effort for that particular front. She's definitely actively encouraging things, and then she moves like that and that's pretty damn fantastic. He mumbles some sort of approval in regards to the response, keeps the rest of his approval more or less phonetic in origin even if it doesn't so much resemble actual words. In part it might have been a warning to her, but ultimately he winds up not really getting enough warning himself to actually give her one before he's slowing down again, tensing and tightening and stilling. ]
[ She absolutely approves of his lack of words at this moment. It's always a nice thing to hear him not entirely able to summon words but keep talking anyways, pours warmth down her spine and across the skin his breath is touching. And the look on his face when he comes - that's something she's always going to treasure, pulling him closer as she relishes every tremble of his body against hers, rolls her hips up against his a few more times half to prolong the sensation for him and in part to finish pushing her the last small space to her own climax. She likes being able to feel and see every bit of the physical effect she's had on him. ]
[ Honestly it's really just the little things in life, like reducing the language capacity of verbose geniuses down to nil because of your prowess, that you have to sit back and take the time to appreciate. He certainly appreciates it, and enjoys that she seems to as well, even though the latter is really more selfishly motivated than anything else. How could it not be? Similar in vein, how could he not continue to at least try and talk - it's a method of sorting things together and apart, cataloging and processing, and okay, sometimes there's so much processing actually happening that the method by which such processing occurs takes a bit of a hit in specificity, but either way. It's there and it's happening, sort of, and it's still good. He lets her pull him closer, more or less keep him that way as he haltingly attempts to move with her still, body responding both out of instinct and the need to if not reduce the amount of sudden sensation than at least to go along with it in some sort of mental trickery. There's some tremble, both borne of effort and in the overwhelming, but gradually he calms again, stays close even as he shifts his weight a little and comes back to himself. ]
[ It's something that she certainly quite enjoys, the knowledge that she managed to provide enough physical sensation to him that it overrode his ability to actually form coherent words, and given how very good he is at talking she feels that's a pretty good level of skill to have reached, even if it can still (always) be improved on. She comes back to herself a little after him, shifting to pull slightly free of him so that they don't have to move again for a little while, sinking into the mattress and keeping her arms around him, tilting her face into his neck and breathing out slowly.
She wants to thank him, for everything, for the distraction and the warmth and the way the memories pushed to the forward have receded again, enough to grant her a little peace.For the moment, though, she just presses her lips against his neck and keeps him close. ]
[ That's all good. He's more or less completely fine with that. She shifts to one side and he just enough to the other to mean that he can lie next to her, more or less. It's not a complete switch, but enough to where he's okay enough with relaxing completely, without worrying about smothering her or what-have-you. He doesn't typically worry about that sort of thing anyway, but even so. ]
More enough, right? [ Because he just can't not talk for long. Apologies. ] That felt like more enough.
[ She hmms a little bit into his skin and moves with him well enough, settling in next to him. There's a long pause and then she smiles slowly, nods. ]
More enough. [ Tilting her head back just enough to look at him. ] You're always more enough.
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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. ]
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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.
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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i worked really hard to not laugh out loud at 'everyone loves a good infographic' again
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She wants to thank him, for everything, for the distraction and the warmth and the way the memories pushed to the forward have receded again, enough to grant her a little peace.For the moment, though, she just presses her lips against his neck and keeps him close. ]
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More enough, right? [ Because he just can't not talk for long. Apologies. ] That felt like more enough.
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More enough. [ Tilting her head back just enough to look at him. ] You're always more enough.
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