[ 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. ]
[ 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 ]
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
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. ]
[ 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. ]
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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. ]
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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 ]
finally drags my corpse back in here a week later
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. ]
we really are so 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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. :/ ]