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Let me know if you change your mind. I can go all night long~
[ At least he isn't pushy? He settles down behind her and drapes one of his arms around her, exhaling and feeling quite comfortable himself. Toji can't seem to stay still, though, lips kissing along the round of her shoulder, up her neck and right behind her ear. ]
Mmmmmm... I don't know. Guess it's just how my body is. Can't imagine being tired just after one go.
[ At least he isn't pushy? He settles down behind her and drapes one of his arms around her, exhaling and feeling quite comfortable himself. Toji can't seem to stay still, though, lips kissing along the round of her shoulder, up her neck and right behind her ear. ]
Mmmmmm... I don't know. Guess it's just how my body is. Can't imagine being tired just after one go.
[ her breath shudders. it's so tempting, with those lips exploring more of her skin, and she reaches her hand around her to grab ahold of his waist. of course he still has the stamina with that built of his, and it's only a shame that she'd overworked herself today.
but, well... if he's still open to it, she turns her head slightly around. ]
You could've at least given me a proper kiss goodnight?
[ read: just make out w her already :/ ]
but, well... if he's still open to it, she turns her head slightly around. ]
You could've at least given me a proper kiss goodnight?
[ read: just make out w her already :/ ]
Edited 2024-01-20 02:59 (UTC)
[ Toji half expected her to reach around and hit him for being so irritating and physically needy, but getting an invitation is quite the opposite. He grins slyly, enough to show his teeth before reaching up and trailing his thumb along her lower lip. ]
You didn’t strike me as a softie who wants goodnight kisses… that’s why.
Is there more to you than meets the eye? More than someone who is fiery just like her hair?
You didn’t strike me as a softie who wants goodnight kisses… that’s why.
Is there more to you than meets the eye? More than someone who is fiery just like her hair?
[ of course there is more to her than that. but that would lead to more vulnerability, and that's the last thing she wants. she's already vulnerable as it is, asking for one more sliver of physical affection before the day flips over and they forget that this ever happened.
fiery, dangerous. such volatile words to describe a girl like her, yet toji is holding her close anyway. weirdo. not like she's one to talk when the intimate gesture is sending sparks up her spine anyway. ]
I just wanted some serotonin, is all. It's not that deep. [ kissing is nice, actually. it keeps her sanity high. ] And I don't mean a cute peck on the lips either, unless you're already that attached to me.
[ please don't. ]
fiery, dangerous. such volatile words to describe a girl like her, yet toji is holding her close anyway. weirdo. not like she's one to talk when the intimate gesture is sending sparks up her spine anyway. ]
I just wanted some serotonin, is all. It's not that deep. [ kissing is nice, actually. it keeps her sanity high. ] And I don't mean a cute peck on the lips either, unless you're already that attached to me.
[ please don't. ]
[ He’s on the same page as her in regards to being vulnerable, so he’s happy to hear that kind of response from her. His chest hiccups with a brief chuckle, but he does as she requests— gladly. Their lips press together and he’s quick to give her tongue.. almost as quickly as he is to let one of his hands wander around her body, seeming innocent at first until he copes a feel for one of her breasts. He doesn’t exactly do chaste kisses anyway; not on the first night.
Perhaps Ishmael wanted this or maybe he is crossing the boundary a bit, but while they are kissing he is moving on top of her again, tongue drawing circled and other shapes in her mouth.
Maybe she notices it and ignores it, but, he’s already hard again. Just enough for it to be noticeable or felt. ]
Perhaps Ishmael wanted this or maybe he is crossing the boundary a bit, but while they are kissing he is moving on top of her again, tongue drawing circled and other shapes in her mouth.
Maybe she notices it and ignores it, but, he’s already hard again. Just enough for it to be noticeable or felt. ]
[ there we go. for a moment there, she almost thought that he's actually a softie underneath it all, but she's relieved that it isn't the case. so she happily parts her lips open for him, circling her tongue around his as she moans sweetly into his mouth, her hands moving to his shoulders when he rolls on top of her. this is nice. she's taking all she can get here, knowing that she's not going to ask him again in a long while. it's for their own good.
...is he getting hard again? okay that's it, she's breaking the kiss now, lips a little swollen from making out. ]
All right, I'm good. Just-- [ hurriedly taps his shoulder. come on, get off her already. ] Let's go to sleep already.
[ with no more disturbances, she hopes. she'll be content being held in his arms for the rest of the night as she finally drifts off to sleep. ]
...is he getting hard again? okay that's it, she's breaking the kiss now, lips a little swollen from making out. ]
All right, I'm good. Just-- [ hurriedly taps his shoulder. come on, get off her already. ] Let's go to sleep already.
[ with no more disturbances, she hopes. she'll be content being held in his arms for the rest of the night as she finally drifts off to sleep. ]
( from here )
[ Thank the archons they're on the same page.
He follows after her, heart beating quicker in his chest at that peep of exposed skin, wishing he could tug that shirt up further (or better yet, all the way off). What's that old saying again, if wishes were fishes....? Better to actually take matters into his own hands instead of sitting around and waiting.
At least he doesn't have to wait long, the journey down from the roof and back into their campervan relatively short, and he barely waits until the door clicks shut behind them before he's pulling her towards him for a kiss, hungry and open-mouthed.
Sorry, they only have so much time before everyone disperses around the nightly campfire and he intends to make full use of every minute. ]
[ Thank the archons they're on the same page.
He follows after her, heart beating quicker in his chest at that peep of exposed skin, wishing he could tug that shirt up further (or better yet, all the way off). What's that old saying again, if wishes were fishes....? Better to actually take matters into his own hands instead of sitting around and waiting.
At least he doesn't have to wait long, the journey down from the roof and back into their campervan relatively short, and he barely waits until the door clicks shut behind them before he's pulling her towards him for a kiss, hungry and open-mouthed.
Sorry, they only have so much time before everyone disperses around the nightly campfire and he intends to make full use of every minute. ]
[ wow, look who's desperate. but it's true; they barely have any privacy since coming out here, and it's only a matter of time before any of their temporary van-mates walk in to find them going at it. hopefully everyone else is too busy whooping it up over there while they act like horny teenagers at the back of a car late at night.
because it feels just like that, doesn't it? the clumsy, hungry way they kiss each other, the way ishmael's one hand grips at the hair at the back of his head, the way she pushes him back until he hits the door behind him so that she can shove her tongue further into her mouth. she's wanted this for a long time, and now that he's within reach...
well, she's going to break off the kiss to huff out a chuckle against his lips. sorry, she should be horny right about now (and she is!!! she's really wanted him on her for a while) but she's just too happy more than anything. ]
You're really dying to do this, aren't you? [ she gives him a seemingly innocent peck on the lips, then planting a series of tiny kisses along his jaw. her other hand travels further down his side and over his thigh to stroke him between his legs. ] I really thought you were gonna hold back. Since you're a gentleman and all.
because it feels just like that, doesn't it? the clumsy, hungry way they kiss each other, the way ishmael's one hand grips at the hair at the back of his head, the way she pushes him back until he hits the door behind him so that she can shove her tongue further into her mouth. she's wanted this for a long time, and now that he's within reach...
well, she's going to break off the kiss to huff out a chuckle against his lips. sorry, she should be horny right about now (and she is!!! she's really wanted him on her for a while) but she's just too happy more than anything. ]
You're really dying to do this, aren't you? [ she gives him a seemingly innocent peck on the lips, then planting a series of tiny kisses along his jaw. her other hand travels further down his side and over his thigh to stroke him between his legs. ] I really thought you were gonna hold back. Since you're a gentleman and all.
[ He submits to her every advance, opening his mouth wider for her as his tongue presses against hers, more than happy to be sandwiched between her and the door of the van. His hands settle briefly at her waist just long enough for his fingers to slip beneath her shirt and hike the fabric all the way up to her chest—and then from there it's a simple matter of circling around her back and unhooking the clasp of her bra.
Remember when I joked about him thinking about her boobs when he was horny? Yeah, it's reality now, his hands slipping back around to the front, thumbs brushing against her nipples as his fingers and palms knead and squeeze against her curves. Reality? Definitely leagues better than dreams. ]
You don't seem to mind this side of me.
[ Especially since her hand is literally between his legs right now, doing a spectacular job of riling up him up. He doesn't need to say anything when she can feel the heat and hardness underneath the fabric of his pants and the reflexive shift of his hips as he tries (and fails) not to grind into her open palm. ]
Besides, didn't you say you enjoyed dirty talk? [ Enjoyed might be an overstatement but he's running with it now. ] It wouldn't be very polite of me to leave you wanting now would it, especially after your...enthusiatic greeting.
[ He shifts aginst her mouth, tilting his head so his lips are right by her ear, voice dropping low. ]
So then, Ishmael, how do you want me? On my knees with my mouth between your legs? Or maybe you'd rather be the one pinned to the door while I fuck you the way I've been wanting to for the past several weeks.
[ Thanks, very horny side effect. She better not think he's just a gentleman after this. ]
Remember when I joked about him thinking about her boobs when he was horny? Yeah, it's reality now, his hands slipping back around to the front, thumbs brushing against her nipples as his fingers and palms knead and squeeze against her curves. Reality? Definitely leagues better than dreams. ]
You don't seem to mind this side of me.
[ Especially since her hand is literally between his legs right now, doing a spectacular job of riling up him up. He doesn't need to say anything when she can feel the heat and hardness underneath the fabric of his pants and the reflexive shift of his hips as he tries (and fails) not to grind into her open palm. ]
Besides, didn't you say you enjoyed dirty talk? [ Enjoyed might be an overstatement but he's running with it now. ] It wouldn't be very polite of me to leave you wanting now would it, especially after your...enthusiatic greeting.
[ He shifts aginst her mouth, tilting his head so his lips are right by her ear, voice dropping low. ]
So then, Ishmael, how do you want me? On my knees with my mouth between your legs? Or maybe you'd rather be the one pinned to the door while I fuck you the way I've been wanting to for the past several weeks.
[ Thanks, very horny side effect. She better not think he's just a gentleman after this. ]
[ damn he really went for it first thing 😳
and just like that, she's instantly proven wrong. ishmael had to pull her mouth away from his when his hands made contact with her naked, freckled breasts, shuddering and squirming in place as he palms at them with a cool touch. dirty talk aside, he definitely remembered how she candidly hoped that he'd use his cryo vision in a different way all those months ago, didn't he? her and her big mouth...
speaking of her big mouth, she covers it with the back of her free hand to muffle her moans, too flustered to look at him in the eye and instead focuses her gaze on the little space between their legs where she continues to rub him through the fabric. thrilled that he's getting more excited, she boldly unzips his pants with deft fingers and slides her hands in to wrap around his cock, helping him reach full hardness with a couple more strokes.
she doesn't answer him at first, his low, silky voice and warm breath on her ear already enough to make her knees buckle. maybe she should tease him more often if it gets him to talk like this. she'll file that away for future reference, along with the fact that he's been wanting to rail her for weeks, apparently? wow. ]
If... you weren't avoiding me back then, I could've...
[ she would've visited him anytime he wanted, no matter the reason. but it's too late for that now. she momentarily lets go of wriothesley's cock to work on her own pants, letting them unceremoniously fall onto the floor along with her cotton-white panties. ]
If you don't pin me, my legs might actually give... [ and she'd gladly suck him off if he wants, but they got no time for that rn :/ instead, she takes one of his hands from her breast and shoves it between her own legs. feel how wet she's becoming down there? ] Work me open first. You can do whatever you want with me.
[ sorry for being demanding, but he's not the only one who's been wanting this for weeks too, you know. ]
and just like that, she's instantly proven wrong. ishmael had to pull her mouth away from his when his hands made contact with her naked, freckled breasts, shuddering and squirming in place as he palms at them with a cool touch. dirty talk aside, he definitely remembered how she candidly hoped that he'd use his cryo vision in a different way all those months ago, didn't he? her and her big mouth...
speaking of her big mouth, she covers it with the back of her free hand to muffle her moans, too flustered to look at him in the eye and instead focuses her gaze on the little space between their legs where she continues to rub him through the fabric. thrilled that he's getting more excited, she boldly unzips his pants with deft fingers and slides her hands in to wrap around his cock, helping him reach full hardness with a couple more strokes.
she doesn't answer him at first, his low, silky voice and warm breath on her ear already enough to make her knees buckle. maybe she should tease him more often if it gets him to talk like this. she'll file that away for future reference, along with the fact that he's been wanting to rail her for weeks, apparently? wow. ]
If... you weren't avoiding me back then, I could've...
[ she would've visited him anytime he wanted, no matter the reason. but it's too late for that now. she momentarily lets go of wriothesley's cock to work on her own pants, letting them unceremoniously fall onto the floor along with her cotton-white panties. ]
If you don't pin me, my legs might actually give... [ and she'd gladly suck him off if he wants, but they got no time for that rn :/ instead, she takes one of his hands from her breast and shoves it between her own legs. feel how wet she's becoming down there? ] Work me open first. You can do whatever you want with me.
[ sorry for being demanding, but he's not the only one who's been wanting this for weeks too, you know. ]
[ Hindsight is always 20/20, and while he would have maintained that waiting was the right thing to do, right now in the heat of the moment with her fingers working his cock and the stutter of her voice echoing around him, it's really hard (haha, hard) not to curse the restraint of his past self. He feels too hot under his skin despite the air conditioning in the van, and his breath runs shallow in his chest, quick like his heartbeat.
They'll have plenty of time in the future, at least.
While she moves his hand to between her folds, he takes the time to dip his head down, mirroring her movements from before to press heated kisses against her jaw and neck, tongue dragging across her skin before biting down lightly.
The hand at her breasts slow as he focuses his attention on her demand. With how wet she is, it's easy to slip one finger in and then a second, casually sinking both in all the way before pulling out to add a third. ]
Whatever I want, huh? Don't you think that's a little dangerous?
[ Murmured softly against her skin. His hand keeps moving all the while, fingers curling and pressing against her inner walls before spreading to stretch her out. ]
Luckily [ unluckily?? ] for you, I don't think we have enough time for everything I want today.
They'll have plenty of time in the future, at least.
While she moves his hand to between her folds, he takes the time to dip his head down, mirroring her movements from before to press heated kisses against her jaw and neck, tongue dragging across her skin before biting down lightly.
The hand at her breasts slow as he focuses his attention on her demand. With how wet she is, it's easy to slip one finger in and then a second, casually sinking both in all the way before pulling out to add a third. ]
Whatever I want, huh? Don't you think that's a little dangerous?
[ Murmured softly against her skin. His hand keeps moving all the while, fingers curling and pressing against her inner walls before spreading to stretch her out. ]
Luckily [ unluckily?? ] for you, I don't think we have enough time for everything I want today.
[ his warm mouth contrasts wonderfully with the cold air in the van, enough to get a squeak out of her upon leaving a mark on her neck. later she will complain about having to cover it up with makeup in public (or even worse, more clothes), but right now she is over the moon to have something to remember this moment by, while they're simply too impatient to wait until they get back to tokyo.
she has half a mind to retort, but with his hands all over her, it's not easy to get a coherent word in the middle of all the soft moans she's making, his calloused fingertips easily finding the most sensitive spots hidden in her depths. she concentrates on stroking him out with her equally rough palm, the flush underneath her dotted cheeks growing hotter the more he becomes rock-hard, but she almost gives up on her efforts, closing her eyes and letting her body sway so slightly as she grinds into his hand.
it really is unlucky for her that they simply don't have the time in their hands. so for both their sakes (and ours), she lets herself speak. ]
I-In that case...
[ wings, she can never get over how her voice sounds every time. there's no way she can look at him in the eye at this moment. even back then, she just let toji do whatever he wanted with her while she'd followed his whims.
but now it's different. now she more or less knows what she wants, and that is: ]
I... want you to fuck me right here. Like you haven't seen me in weeks.
she has half a mind to retort, but with his hands all over her, it's not easy to get a coherent word in the middle of all the soft moans she's making, his calloused fingertips easily finding the most sensitive spots hidden in her depths. she concentrates on stroking him out with her equally rough palm, the flush underneath her dotted cheeks growing hotter the more he becomes rock-hard, but she almost gives up on her efforts, closing her eyes and letting her body sway so slightly as she grinds into his hand.
it really is unlucky for her that they simply don't have the time in their hands. so for both their sakes (and ours), she lets herself speak. ]
I-In that case...
[ wings, she can never get over how her voice sounds every time. there's no way she can look at him in the eye at this moment. even back then, she just let toji do whatever he wanted with her while she'd followed his whims.
but now it's different. now she more or less knows what she wants, and that is: ]
I... want you to fuck me right here. Like you haven't seen me in weeks.
[ That'd always been the plan, unspoken as it was, but there's something different about hearing it said outright now that sends a sear of heat straight to his dick, a bloom of unrestrained desire clouding up his mind. Amazing how turned on he is right now despite how little time has passed. It's not like he'd been planning on taking his sweet time when they don't even have half an hour to spare, but the breathy sound of her voice really cinches his decision to move to the main event right now.
He takes a shuddering breath where he is, face still pressed into the crook of her neck, before finally pulling away. His hand works into her one last time before also withdrawing, fingers slick and wet. ]
How convenient that we both want the same thing.
[ The second of half of his statement gets lost in the noise of shifting fabric and bodies, Wriothesley taking three seconds to shove both underwear and pants down past his hips, shaking one leg free, before grabbing Ishmael by the waist and lifting her up. Then it's just a matter of pivoting until he's the one pressing her into the door, keeping her locked in place with both his body and his hands.
One hand slides down past her hip and thigh, fingers hooking around the back of her knee to help pull her leg around his waist. The other works to position the tip of his cock against her. Any other time he'd marvel over getting the chance to run his hands all over her skin and trace the criss-cross of hard-won scars that litter her body but not right now, when the thought of fucking into her again and again is the only thought in his mind.
And yet he manages to hold himself back for another handful of seconds so he can lean forward and whisper, his lips brushing across the curve of her ear: ]
No takebacks now.
[ Which is all the warning she gets before he's thrusting into her, relentless in his attentions. ]
He takes a shuddering breath where he is, face still pressed into the crook of her neck, before finally pulling away. His hand works into her one last time before also withdrawing, fingers slick and wet. ]
How convenient that we both want the same thing.
[ The second of half of his statement gets lost in the noise of shifting fabric and bodies, Wriothesley taking three seconds to shove both underwear and pants down past his hips, shaking one leg free, before grabbing Ishmael by the waist and lifting her up. Then it's just a matter of pivoting until he's the one pressing her into the door, keeping her locked in place with both his body and his hands.
One hand slides down past her hip and thigh, fingers hooking around the back of her knee to help pull her leg around his waist. The other works to position the tip of his cock against her. Any other time he'd marvel over getting the chance to run his hands all over her skin and trace the criss-cross of hard-won scars that litter her body but not right now, when the thought of fucking into her again and again is the only thought in his mind.
And yet he manages to hold himself back for another handful of seconds so he can lean forward and whisper, his lips brushing across the curve of her ear: ]
No takebacks now.
[ Which is all the warning she gets before he's thrusting into her, relentless in his attentions. ]
[ up until now, she'd always thought that wriothesley is unflappable: cool and collected like his element, impenetrable like the fortress he'd spent half his life in. but this supposed gentleman is now the one pinning her against the door, his warning barely registering in her mind as he pushes into her in one go, dragging out a barely restrained moan from her.
the van is soon filled with soft gasps and quiet hisses from both parties, with ishmael trying so, so hard to keep it down with every thrust he makes. with the room so dim save for the moonlight shafting in from the small window from the other side of this cramped room, ishmael swears she could hear something else aside from their respective breathing, like the rattling of the door behind her as she takes him over and over, and the gaggle of other people walking past their van to get to wherever they need to be. just the thought of being potentially discovered by anyone who might feel like dropping by their car at any moment gets her blood pumping, her eyes wild as she finally takes a better look at her boyfriend.
she still can't believe that everything about this is real - that she can simply grab him by the back of his head and pull him in for another open-mouthed kiss, muffling her own moans with his lips and tongue, while her other hand leaves scratches down his back as she hangs on to him for deer life. it's a good thing she can maintain this position with one foot thanks to poledancing classes, but she's already feeling herself veer towards the edge as her updo begins to unravel with every rough movement and her her walls start to clamp down hard around his cock. ]
Wriothesley, please... [ she murmurs against his lips. ] Please, I can't-- I'm so close...
[ they'll have more chances to take it nice and slow next time, trust ]
the van is soon filled with soft gasps and quiet hisses from both parties, with ishmael trying so, so hard to keep it down with every thrust he makes. with the room so dim save for the moonlight shafting in from the small window from the other side of this cramped room, ishmael swears she could hear something else aside from their respective breathing, like the rattling of the door behind her as she takes him over and over, and the gaggle of other people walking past their van to get to wherever they need to be. just the thought of being potentially discovered by anyone who might feel like dropping by their car at any moment gets her blood pumping, her eyes wild as she finally takes a better look at her boyfriend.
she still can't believe that everything about this is real - that she can simply grab him by the back of his head and pull him in for another open-mouthed kiss, muffling her own moans with his lips and tongue, while her other hand leaves scratches down his back as she hangs on to him for deer life. it's a good thing she can maintain this position with one foot thanks to poledancing classes, but she's already feeling herself veer towards the edge as her updo begins to unravel with every rough movement and her her walls start to clamp down hard around his cock. ]
Wriothesley, please... [ she murmurs against his lips. ] Please, I can't-- I'm so close...
[ they'll have more chances to take it nice and slow next time, trust ]
[ He should probably be more concerned with the fact that there's nothing but a single wall separating the two of them from the rest of civilization, including plenty of people he would never want to catch him in a compromising situation like this.
But it's so hard to care when Ishmael's mouth is on his, the taste and scent and feel of her flooding every one of his senses. The salty tang of her sweat-slick skin and the ridges and bumps of the scars that litter her body as his fingers graze over them, physical proof of everything she's weathered up until this point. How is he supposed to stop when every moan and whisper and gasp from her lips is like a drug, reeling him in like a siren luring in a stray sailor? When he's dreamed of her hands on his body and the pull of her nails down his back, pushing down on his pain receptors just enough to highlight how incredibly good the rest of her feels? She's not the only one gasping for breath in the van, his usual self-control discarded completely as he grunts into the crook of her neck, unable to hold back groans every time her hips shift to meet his or her thigh tightens around him to keep him locked in place. Waves of pleasure that coast through his body, far eclipsing anything he could do with his hands alone.
It's so much and at the same time not enough, the nagging want for more growing even as he continues to thrust into her, forceful and relentless, hard enough that the echo of skin slapping against skin reverberates through the van. It's only after she begs him for release that he slows temporarily, taking a scant handful of seconds to readjust. His hands settle just behind her hips, fingers splayed around the curve of her ass as he lifts her off the floor completely and angles her even more towards him so he can sink his cock even deeper inside her again and again, picking up the pace once more. His mouth finds its way back to hers, uncaring of the curls of hair or strands of saliva that cling to his face as he kisses her, a graceless mess of lips and tongue and teeth. ]
Don't hold back then. [ The words come out muffled and low with desire, staggered between each forward drive of his hips. ] Show me everything you've got.
[ And he'll do the same for her. ]
But it's so hard to care when Ishmael's mouth is on his, the taste and scent and feel of her flooding every one of his senses. The salty tang of her sweat-slick skin and the ridges and bumps of the scars that litter her body as his fingers graze over them, physical proof of everything she's weathered up until this point. How is he supposed to stop when every moan and whisper and gasp from her lips is like a drug, reeling him in like a siren luring in a stray sailor? When he's dreamed of her hands on his body and the pull of her nails down his back, pushing down on his pain receptors just enough to highlight how incredibly good the rest of her feels? She's not the only one gasping for breath in the van, his usual self-control discarded completely as he grunts into the crook of her neck, unable to hold back groans every time her hips shift to meet his or her thigh tightens around him to keep him locked in place. Waves of pleasure that coast through his body, far eclipsing anything he could do with his hands alone.
It's so much and at the same time not enough, the nagging want for more growing even as he continues to thrust into her, forceful and relentless, hard enough that the echo of skin slapping against skin reverberates through the van. It's only after she begs him for release that he slows temporarily, taking a scant handful of seconds to readjust. His hands settle just behind her hips, fingers splayed around the curve of her ass as he lifts her off the floor completely and angles her even more towards him so he can sink his cock even deeper inside her again and again, picking up the pace once more. His mouth finds its way back to hers, uncaring of the curls of hair or strands of saliva that cling to his face as he kisses her, a graceless mess of lips and tongue and teeth. ]
Don't hold back then. [ The words come out muffled and low with desire, staggered between each forward drive of his hips. ] Show me everything you've got.
[ And he'll do the same for her. ]
[ it'd be real bad if someone were to break in and stop their fun now, although she won't lie, the risk of being discovered by their peers is a real turn-on, especially when she doesn't recall if she locked the door or not. the lock's within her reach too, but her hands are too busy clinging onto wriothesley and leaving scratch marks down his back.
she just... can't get over how good he feels, really. maybe she's biased as hell right now, but doing this feels so much more different and meaningful than just sleeping around with no attachments whatsoever. here, she can feel her heart grow with every thrust he makes and every kiss he leaves on her lips and skin. she lets out a surprised, happy squeal when he lifts her entirely off the floor, and she hangs on for dear life as she does her best in moving her hips along with her somehow, desperate to get him to go deeper, harder, until he hits the sweet spot within her which reduces her even more into a mess. she's never been so delirious, in other words.
though, she's somewhat touched that he's given her permission to come, and that's what she does. she barely swallows down a moan, choosing instead to bite wriothesley's shoulders as she comes, her hips wildly trembling all over. she doesn't remember the last time she came that hard. after this, her own hands won't cut it anymore.
still, she was hoping they'd come together at least, so she braces herself for combat, feeling herself becoming limp in his arms as the afterglow starts to hit. don't make her wait too long for this one, please. ]
she just... can't get over how good he feels, really. maybe she's biased as hell right now, but doing this feels so much more different and meaningful than just sleeping around with no attachments whatsoever. here, she can feel her heart grow with every thrust he makes and every kiss he leaves on her lips and skin. she lets out a surprised, happy squeal when he lifts her entirely off the floor, and she hangs on for dear life as she does her best in moving her hips along with her somehow, desperate to get him to go deeper, harder, until he hits the sweet spot within her which reduces her even more into a mess. she's never been so delirious, in other words.
though, she's somewhat touched that he's given her permission to come, and that's what she does. she barely swallows down a moan, choosing instead to bite wriothesley's shoulders as she comes, her hips wildly trembling all over. she doesn't remember the last time she came that hard. after this, her own hands won't cut it anymore.
still, she was hoping they'd come together at least, so she braces herself for combat, feeling herself becoming limp in his arms as the afterglow starts to hit. don't make her wait too long for this one, please. ]
[ As if he would just leave her hanging there.
It's not as though he isn't quickly hitting the cusp of his own climax despite the short time they've been together, the combination of her arms and legs wrapped around him and the husky pitch of her voice in his ear enough to leave him drunk on desire. Somewhere along the way the lines have blurred between giving and taking, and he's no longer sure if the way he fucks into her hard is because he wants her to feel good or if because he doesn't want to stop feeling good.
In the end it doesn't really matter, not when the end destination has always been the same. She comes around him, the clench of her orgasm around his cock enough to make his knees go weak. It's the bite that does him in though, a sudden blossom of pain in his shoulder as her teeth sink into his flesh, the perfect complement to the burning heat that overwhelms the rest of his body.
He hisses, swearing under his breath. ]
Fuck, Ishmael—
[ He has just enough presence of mind to pull out before he too comes (no kids for either of them, not today), emptying himself across the wall and onto the floor. It's going to be a fucking mess to clean up later, but that's a problem for future him to figure out. Right now, he's too busy trying to collect his breath, forehead pressed against hers, insanely content with the way her body's still wrapped around him. ]
It's not as though he isn't quickly hitting the cusp of his own climax despite the short time they've been together, the combination of her arms and legs wrapped around him and the husky pitch of her voice in his ear enough to leave him drunk on desire. Somewhere along the way the lines have blurred between giving and taking, and he's no longer sure if the way he fucks into her hard is because he wants her to feel good or if because he doesn't want to stop feeling good.
In the end it doesn't really matter, not when the end destination has always been the same. She comes around him, the clench of her orgasm around his cock enough to make his knees go weak. It's the bite that does him in though, a sudden blossom of pain in his shoulder as her teeth sink into his flesh, the perfect complement to the burning heat that overwhelms the rest of his body.
He hisses, swearing under his breath. ]
Fuck, Ishmael—
[ He has just enough presence of mind to pull out before he too comes (no kids for either of them, not today), emptying himself across the wall and onto the floor. It's going to be a fucking mess to clean up later, but that's a problem for future him to figure out. Right now, he's too busy trying to collect his breath, forehead pressed against hers, insanely content with the way her body's still wrapped around him. ]
[ she has to let go of him at some point, but his weight against hers and the way he catches his breath synchronizes with hers is making it very hard to do so. she does put both her feet back on the floor, almost stumbling with exhaustion as she does so, but manages to keep a steady grip on his arm as she leans one last, chaste kiss.
that felt really nice. so much so that she's giggling against his lips the more it dawns on her in the midst of the afterglow -- that they're simply too impatient to wait for their return to tokyo, let alone vegas, and decided to fuck against the door instead where anyone could interrupt at any moment. he really was serious when he said he wasn't going to hold back, yet he still has the sense not to come all over her... :/ oh well. ]
Next time...
[ she breathes her words next, head shifting to rest right on his bountiful chest. rip her poor legs. ]
Let's do it on the bed next time.
[ yeah. ]
that felt really nice. so much so that she's giggling against his lips the more it dawns on her in the midst of the afterglow -- that they're simply too impatient to wait for their return to tokyo, let alone vegas, and decided to fuck against the door instead where anyone could interrupt at any moment. he really was serious when he said he wasn't going to hold back, yet he still has the sense not to come all over her... :/ oh well. ]
Next time...
[ she breathes her words next, head shifting to rest right on his bountiful chest. rip her poor legs. ]
Let's do it on the bed next time.
[ yeah. ]
[ Narrator voice: And then they did do it in a bed (two weeks later).
With his heart starting to slow again and his breathing evening out, and with Ishmael's head tucked against his chest, Wriothesley takes a second to idly tug one of the not-so-neatly pinned back loops of hair free from its bindings. Sorry Marcille, you did such a good job but half of it's starting to come undone from their quickie in the van and there's no point in trying to salvage it now.
Even if it did look really great while it lasted. ]
You don't have to tell me twice.
[ He'd pay a hefty sum for a bed and an hour of privacy right now, but all the Mora and kryptos in the world won't get them out of the desert any faster. When they get back...
But that's still far into the future. For now, they have more important things to deal with. ]
Go wash up. I'll clean up here.
[ He did make most of the mess after all. :/ ]
With his heart starting to slow again and his breathing evening out, and with Ishmael's head tucked against his chest, Wriothesley takes a second to idly tug one of the not-so-neatly pinned back loops of hair free from its bindings. Sorry Marcille, you did such a good job but half of it's starting to come undone from their quickie in the van and there's no point in trying to salvage it now.
Even if it did look really great while it lasted. ]
You don't have to tell me twice.
[ He'd pay a hefty sum for a bed and an hour of privacy right now, but all the Mora and kryptos in the world won't get them out of the desert any faster. When they get back...
But that's still far into the future. For now, they have more important things to deal with. ]
Go wash up. I'll clean up here.
[ He did make most of the mess after all. :/ ]
[ from here. where was i? oh yeah.
it's tempting, to push him against the door again like back then. that was very fun, something she won't ever forget in a long time. but with the night still relatively young, she figured that she'd like to take it slow this time. he's not the only one feeling sentimental on this special day, so she's rather appreciative that he chooses to spend the rest of it with her tonight. ]
Maybe.
[ she softly teases, her back still turned on him as she brings her hands to fiddle with the low collar of her yukata. from here, he could probably see that she isn't wearing a bra at all, her freckled cleavage just waiting to be exposed. ]
I'd ask you the same thing, but... It actually looks better on you than on the floor. [ she then turns around, barely containing her laughter. ] ...Sorry. I just remembered that line you said months ago. How'd I do?
[ crying ]
it's tempting, to push him against the door again like back then. that was very fun, something she won't ever forget in a long time. but with the night still relatively young, she figured that she'd like to take it slow this time. he's not the only one feeling sentimental on this special day, so she's rather appreciative that he chooses to spend the rest of it with her tonight. ]
Maybe.
[ she softly teases, her back still turned on him as she brings her hands to fiddle with the low collar of her yukata. from here, he could probably see that she isn't wearing a bra at all, her freckled cleavage just waiting to be exposed. ]
I'd ask you the same thing, but... It actually looks better on you than on the floor. [ she then turns around, barely containing her laughter. ] ...Sorry. I just remembered that line you said months ago. How'd I do?
[ crying ]
[ help
Ishmael's doing her best and honestly it's enough. More than enough. She holds in her laughter and he lets his out, a rumble that starts in his chest and eventually spills past his lips. ]
Then I better keep it on just for you, huh?
[ That's fine. He's way more interested in fiddling with the fabric of her yukata anyway, his hands dipping down to start working at the knot of the obi sash around her waist. It's not particularly complicated and if he really put his mind to it he could probably undo it in a minute or so, but unfortunately he's distracted by the sight of her cleavage and the clean line of her neck, now exposed with her hair all done up. His fingers slow as his head dips down to start kissing along her jaw and down her throat, and then give up entirely as he forgoes the obi entirely and lets his palms slide up her waist and towards her breasts.
Sorry. They might both have to keep on their outfits tonight. ]
Ishmael's doing her best and honestly it's enough. More than enough. She holds in her laughter and he lets his out, a rumble that starts in his chest and eventually spills past his lips. ]
Then I better keep it on just for you, huh?
[ That's fine. He's way more interested in fiddling with the fabric of her yukata anyway, his hands dipping down to start working at the knot of the obi sash around her waist. It's not particularly complicated and if he really put his mind to it he could probably undo it in a minute or so, but unfortunately he's distracted by the sight of her cleavage and the clean line of her neck, now exposed with her hair all done up. His fingers slow as his head dips down to start kissing along her jaw and down her throat, and then give up entirely as he forgoes the obi entirely and lets his palms slide up her waist and towards her breasts.
Sorry. They might both have to keep on their outfits tonight. ]
[ she did want to help him out of his yukata eventually, but not right now . she'd like to unwrap him slowly, like the presents he'd been sending her to make up for that one mishap. wriothesley then beats her to it and she squirms in his touch, slightly craning her head to one side to give him more more access to her neck. it's one thing thing to be desired, but quite another to feel so relentlessly desired by the one guy she never knew she wanted all along....
she has to show him her appreciation somehow, in a way that cannot be simply conveyed with words alone. so as much as it pains her, she places her hand over the one that's groping her boob, silently telling him to stop for a moment before leading him towards her slightly disheveled bed and urging him to sit so that she can straddle his lap and gently push him down on the mattress. they are NOT fucking while standing up again, okay :/ ]
Tonight's a special occasion, you know.
[ something something about a certain couple. she looms over him, her hair falling down around them like a veil. she shifts her hands so that they're both positioned at the sides of his head, causing one of her sleeves to slide off and reveal a bare shoulder and a tit. ]
You'll let me lead this time, won't you?
[ surprise, this is her one favor all along. pleaseeeeee let her top this one time, she'll be good ]
she has to show him her appreciation somehow, in a way that cannot be simply conveyed with words alone. so as much as it pains her, she places her hand over the one that's groping her boob, silently telling him to stop for a moment before leading him towards her slightly disheveled bed and urging him to sit so that she can straddle his lap and gently push him down on the mattress. they are NOT fucking while standing up again, okay :/ ]
Tonight's a special occasion, you know.
[ something something about a certain couple. she looms over him, her hair falling down around them like a veil. she shifts her hands so that they're both positioned at the sides of his head, causing one of her sleeves to slide off and reveal a bare shoulder and a tit. ]
You'll let me lead this time, won't you?
[ surprise, this is her one favor all along. pleaseeeeee let her top this one time, she'll be good ]
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[ can't believe she doesn't want the leg workout from standing up and also straddling him at the same time? :/ just kidding
He doesn't mind giving and is more than used to it, so it's a nice surprise when Ishmael turns things around on him, the forceful push of her hand against him and the sudden weight of her on his lap more than enough to increase the already quick beat of his heart—and the affection in his chest that isn't rooted entirely in desire.
He wraps his hand around hers for a brief moment, fingers squeezing hers, and then he's falling back onto the sheets as her shadow covers him, her hair a waterfall obscuring him from view. It would be a lie to say he isn't interested in her offer, cock starting to stir in the confines of his underwear, and though he's used to playing coy in his own way in the bedroom, his interest in her taking the lead and the opportunity to watch her move on top of him is more than genuine. ]
I can hardly say no to such a generous offer, now can I?
[ His hands reach for her legs, fingertips trailing up the back of her calves and pushing the fabric of her yukata up more and more. ]
Sure. Show me what you can do. Make me lose myself in you.
He doesn't mind giving and is more than used to it, so it's a nice surprise when Ishmael turns things around on him, the forceful push of her hand against him and the sudden weight of her on his lap more than enough to increase the already quick beat of his heart—and the affection in his chest that isn't rooted entirely in desire.
He wraps his hand around hers for a brief moment, fingers squeezing hers, and then he's falling back onto the sheets as her shadow covers him, her hair a waterfall obscuring him from view. It would be a lie to say he isn't interested in her offer, cock starting to stir in the confines of his underwear, and though he's used to playing coy in his own way in the bedroom, his interest in her taking the lead and the opportunity to watch her move on top of him is more than genuine. ]
I can hardly say no to such a generous offer, now can I?
[ His hands reach for her legs, fingertips trailing up the back of her calves and pushing the fabric of her yukata up more and more. ]
Sure. Show me what you can do. Make me lose myself in you.
[ she blinks, her heart skipping a bit at those words. many years ago, she was lamenting at her own inability to leave an impression on others, only to fast-forward to the present where she now has someone who wants to be let into her world. the thing is, she's hardly romantic compared to him. she has no idea where to begin with making him lose his mind over her. but she may as well damn try while pretending that she knows what she's doing.
so she begins with leaning her head down to kiss him gently with tongue, licking away the one strand of drool that connects their lips together when she pulls away, her hand coming up to caress his cheek like he usually does with hers. she's slowly coming to terms that appreciating beauty isn't all that bad, but -- ]
You know, [ she leans down again, this time to kiss the scar under his right eye. ] has anyone ever told you how easy you are on the eyes?
[ he's got to know, right? he is rather popular, after all. but if not, she'll just tell him through actions as she moves further down to plant more kisses on his neck, lave her tongue alongside one of the scars that go further down his throat before biting and sucking the skin between the marred flesh on his collarbone. ]
You're so cute sometimes, Wriothesley. [ she hums against his skin, her voice low with lust as hand reaches down his yukata to massage his growing hardness between his legs. ] I've always wanted to see you fall apart.
so she begins with leaning her head down to kiss him gently with tongue, licking away the one strand of drool that connects their lips together when she pulls away, her hand coming up to caress his cheek like he usually does with hers. she's slowly coming to terms that appreciating beauty isn't all that bad, but -- ]
You know, [ she leans down again, this time to kiss the scar under his right eye. ] has anyone ever told you how easy you are on the eyes?
[ he's got to know, right? he is rather popular, after all. but if not, she'll just tell him through actions as she moves further down to plant more kisses on his neck, lave her tongue alongside one of the scars that go further down his throat before biting and sucking the skin between the marred flesh on his collarbone. ]
You're so cute sometimes, Wriothesley. [ she hums against his skin, her voice low with lust as hand reaches down his yukata to massage his growing hardness between his legs. ] I've always wanted to see you fall apart.
[ Has anyone ever told him that he's good-looking? Probably about as much as Ishmael has, with her striking hair and smattering of freckles. He'd basked in the compliments when he was younger and then slowly tuned them out the more the years passed, but now the words are crawling underneath his skin again and going straight to his head.
The press of her hand against him, on the other hand, is going straight to his baser urges, the teasing motions easily coaxing his cock into full hardness underneath the thin fabric of his underwear. ]
Is it that exciting of a prospect?
[ He sounds calm still, but there's a certain breathiness entering into his voice the longer she stays atop him and the more her lips and teeth tease at his skin. Being pinned down by her weight means he has less range of motion than he'd like, but that doesn't stop him from tracing circles into the back of her thighs with his fingers or grinding his hips more into her hand. ]
I'll try not to let you down. [ Though she's already well on her way to tugging him loose. ] Any other requests I should keep in mind?
[ He's basically putty in her hands right now. Might as well take advantage of that. ]
The press of her hand against him, on the other hand, is going straight to his baser urges, the teasing motions easily coaxing his cock into full hardness underneath the thin fabric of his underwear. ]
Is it that exciting of a prospect?
[ He sounds calm still, but there's a certain breathiness entering into his voice the longer she stays atop him and the more her lips and teeth tease at his skin. Being pinned down by her weight means he has less range of motion than he'd like, but that doesn't stop him from tracing circles into the back of her thighs with his fingers or grinding his hips more into her hand. ]
I'll try not to let you down. [ Though she's already well on her way to tugging him loose. ] Any other requests I should keep in mind?
[ He's basically putty in her hands right now. Might as well take advantage of that. ]
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