( there's no overwhelming urgency, but that changes when he gets to work properly, focusing. in turn, dutch moves her hips and sometimes his head where she wants them, dictating the rhythm and speed. for the most part, it remains a team effort, a back and forth, but she likes that he lets her have the upper hand, in as far as it's a contest at all.
it isn't, is it? not with him.
soon before long, her hips are rocking faster, breath coming shorter, and there's that urgency, the need to come, pressure building at the base of her spine and spreading. )
[ Jim can read her well enough by now, and he slips one hand forward between her legs, to rub against her clit alongside his mouth and his tongue, other fingers pressing inside of her. Come on. He's not even the one getting off but he can feel sweat on his neck and chest, so turned on by it. He looks up because fuck she's amazing like this, but his gaze doesn't linger for long. (Some men find it hot, being looked at while someone's between their legs, but Jim's always found the angle too weird and googly-eyed, so he avoids doing it.)
He holds her through her orgasm, still touching her, his own breath coming quicker. Jim tips his head back after and exhales, ] Fuck.
( fuck is the right word for sure. dutch shivers, legs trembling as she rides out her orgasm against his mouth, clenching around his fingers and when the sensation tips from prolonging pleasure toward hypersensitivity, she sits back, resting, for a moment, against his chest.
( dutch likes dressing to impress. she likes walking into a room and having all eyes or at least most eyes on her. knowing that the sway of her hips can draw a gaze.
she doesn't like it better than this.
she tips forward until she can fit her lips against his, kissing him. it's a little sloppy and uncoordinated, but it's warm with pleasure and she hums when she tastes herself on his lips. )
[ Jim leans up into that kiss and squeezes her hips, her ass, shifts to be able to work himself out of his trousers the rest of the way. Manages to get at least one sock off. Does he still have his shirt on? Probably. Look at this well coordinated dude you've got, Dutch. ]
( he struggles out of his clothes and dutch leans in to steal another kiss, laughing against his lips. )
Am I? ( oh so innocent. she's well-aware of just how hard he is, how desperate he must be. she's enjoying it a little, to be honest. or a lot.
i'm pretty sure she's still wearing a bra and i have no idea what happened to her panties but at any rate dutch reaches behind herself to undo the bra and fling that — somewhere. no one cares where, really. )
Yeah, [ he faux-complains, pushing up on one elbow to chase her kiss between words. ] You are, actually.
[ Jim knows she likes doing it. He's not sure if it's because she likes him riled up or she just likes having power over him - he doesn't mind, really. Whatever makes anyone's freak flag fly.
Jim presses a kiss to her chest before he lays back again. Oof. ]
You still seem pretty active for a guy on his death bed. ( she's grinning.
and it's— honestly, it's both. she likes him riled up, but she also liked knowing that she has power over him. that she's not in the weaker position here. it's important, after everything. maybe one day, it'll matter less. for now, it still does.
she settles a hand on his chest, flat in the centre, and slowly wiggle-slides her hips down his body until she's straddling his hips rather than his stomach, until she can rub herself slowly, teasingly against his cock. )
It's a talent, [ he grunts. (Which is only a Not Funny joke to Jim, who was in fact, very active on his death bed. Death corridor of radiation, whatever.)
Jim chokes on another swear word at her teasing, but doesn't grab her or force anything to go faster - staying where he is, hands clenching on her thighs, watching her. ]
( dutch doesn't get the joke. probably a good thing, because at least that way, she's not stopping to check if the mood's broken, but continuing, teasing — which probably goes a long way to keep the mood intact.
her mood, at any rate, has not suffered at all. if anything, the way he clenches his hands and chokes out a curse has heat curl quite happily in her stomach again. she rubs herself against him again, a slow slide that leaves her a little breathless as well, and on the next roll of her hips, she changes the angle enough so that she's sinking down on him. )
[ No broken mood here, though insert nearly broken dick joke. No he's fine, he's just into it, because there's no point in sex without being fully committed, without fully wanting, and allowing himself to exist for a moment just for this. (Letting his mind shut down, forgetting that joke, forgetting everything.)
He swears as she rubs over his cock, twitching but holding still, knowing she'll be as eager as he is if he just-- waits for a second-- ]
Dutch. [ A rough exhale as she takes him in, finally, followed by a noise that's not a word. ]
( her head tips forward, back curving and every nerve in her body coming alive with it. )
Yeah - ( it's a mindless reply, breathless and guttural, like it's dragged from her. it may as well be. she loves this: the slow stretch of it, the pressure in places that she usually isn't aware of at all, the way it sparks pleasure up and down her spine. for a moment, she is still, jim buried all the way inside her, then she rises up again. )
[ Jim manages to hold still for one motion, two, before he can't help the way his hips shift up into her downward movement, rocking against her, letting out a low sound. Oh. He knows she'll force him to stay still if she wants him too, anyway, or manhandle him into moving the way she wants. And she knows he can take direction - it's better when they're both getting it exactly how they want it. (Need it.) And boys are much easier. ]
( maybe she'll force him back into stillness in a bit, if it turns out he gets too into it, if he gets close to coming before she's there, but for now, she likes the way he pushes into her, rocking against her. it makes her speed up the rhythm of her own hips a little, grinding her clit against his body on every downslide. )
[ God, she's hot. This is just about Jim's favorite position, whether he's fucking someone or getting fucked, something about the way it reverses the expectations of either role-- he could probably overthink it, if he let himself, but he never bothers. It feels good, and right now, Dutch feels good, looks good, is the only thing he cares about.
One hand moves from her side to press between her legs, not against her clit but outside, putting teasing pressure alongside. ]
( honestly? it's pretty much her favourite position as well — though one day, if they ever turn the tables on who fucks whom, she might want to let him ride her instead. that could be fun, too. but that's not something she's thinking about right now. she's not thinking much at all, really, just enjoying the sensation of him deep inside her, of his hand helping along by giving her something to press against on the downslide. )
[ There's only so many positions certain add-on apparatuses (apparatusi?) work in, but Jim's game for a whole lot, and--
That's not what he's thinking of right now. He's thinking of the building electric-hot feeling, the sparks from his cock up through his spine, he's looking at Dutch and pressing fingers on either side of her clit. He has to shake his head to get his hair out of his eyes, though the whole of him is sticky with sweat. ]
( dutch finds herself laughing a little — at the way he tries to shake his hair out of his eyes, for the sheer joy of this, the physicality and the pleasure, how good she feels. she hasn't often laughed during sex, but it isn't enough of a surprise now to make her slow her rhythm any. if anything, she speeds up after, impatient even now. )
[ Her laugh makes his face split into an elated smile, beaming up at her, because Jim loves that. Loves that he can make her happy and not just get her off. ]
Fuck-- [ again, though this time it's a half-laughed exhale, and his next breath catches on a groan. He's not clinging to the edge just yet, but he's rapidly getting there. ]
( it's not something she expects from sex. it's not something she expects from anything, really. happiness, laughter, those are not things dutch generally even strives for. nice, though. so's his groan, the way he feels inside her, against her, moving beneath her.
she's not there yet, but sometimes, the ride's as good as the goal. )
[ Jim does his best to hold off, like he always does, but he doesn't torture himself over it because she's come once already, and he knows he can get her off again. But he's got a few more minutes still. ]
Gorgeous, [ he tells her, hands touching places he knows she likes. ] I wish there were-- better words for things that aren't just-- 'you're hot'-- fuck-- is it sexy if I say 'you're so attractively competent' in bed--
( his hands are a distraction, which means the words - or rather, just how ridiculous they are - don't quite penetrate the haze of pleasure and want, the building pressure.
when they do, she finds herself laughing again. at him, with him. god, she loves how he feels inside her, how he already knows what she likes. she thinks about punching him and doesn't. instead, she slides a hand over his mouth, not holding hard and not pushing down. just. )
[ Jim's shoulders shake slightly with silent laughter, playing along with her muffling of him. For a moment. He noses around until he can get her fingers in his mouth, sucking on them, in a lewd mimicry of what he's doing to her-- maybe he wouldn't mind if the roles were even further reversed, sometime--
He's close by now, rocking up into her in earnest, making sure he keeps pressure on her within and without, eyes bright, feeling shocks from the core of him up his spine. He looks at her until he can't, reflex forcing his eyes closed as he moves quicker, pulls her against him, and almost shakes as fucks her harder through his orgasm.
( he looks ridiculous as he comes — people generally do — but dutch barely notices it because he fucks her harder, managing enough focus to keep pressure on her and she grinds down against him harder now, too, his orgasm spurring on her desperation, dutch's reflex always to chase her own pleasure still.
rubbing against him, feeling him jerk inside her, wanting to come instead of trying to hold on and enjoying the ride means she isn't too far behind him, head tipping forward and back bowing as she clenches down hard, muffling her own noise against his shoulder.
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it isn't, is it? not with him.
soon before long, her hips are rocking faster, breath coming shorter, and there's that urgency, the need to come, pressure building at the base of her spine and spreading. )
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He holds her through her orgasm, still touching her, his own breath coming quicker. Jim tips his head back after and exhales, ] Fuck.
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then: )
That's the idea.
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You look fucking gorgeous after you come, by the way.
[ Important notes. Sweaty and shining and eyes dilated; Jim'll take disheveled and pleased over anyone put together any day. ]
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she doesn't like it better than this.
she tips forward until she can fit her lips against his, kissing him. it's a little sloppy and uncoordinated, but it's warm with pleasure and she hums when she tastes herself on his lips. )
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You're killing me here--
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Am I? ( oh so innocent. she's well-aware of just how hard he is, how desperate he must be. she's enjoying it a little, to be honest. or a lot.
i'm pretty sure she's still wearing a bra and i have no idea what happened to her panties but at any rate dutch reaches behind herself to undo the bra and fling that — somewhere. no one cares where, really. )
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[ Jim knows she likes doing it. He's not sure if it's because she likes him riled up or she just likes having power over him - he doesn't mind, really. Whatever makes anyone's freak flag fly.
Jim presses a kiss to her chest before he lays back again. Oof. ]
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and it's— honestly, it's both. she likes him riled up, but she also liked knowing that she has power over him. that she's not in the weaker position here. it's important, after everything. maybe one day, it'll matter less. for now, it still does.
she settles a hand on his chest, flat in the centre, and slowly wiggle-slides her hips down his body until she's straddling his hips rather than his stomach, until she can rub herself slowly, teasingly against his cock. )
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Jim chokes on another swear word at her teasing, but doesn't grab her or force anything to go faster - staying where he is, hands clenching on her thighs, watching her. ]
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her mood, at any rate, has not suffered at all. if anything, the way he clenches his hands and chokes out a curse has heat curl quite happily in her stomach again. she rubs herself against him again, a slow slide that leaves her a little breathless as well, and on the next roll of her hips, she changes the angle enough so that she's sinking down on him. )
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He swears as she rubs over his cock, twitching but holding still, knowing she'll be as eager as he is if he just-- waits for a second-- ]
Dutch. [ A rough exhale as she takes him in, finally, followed by a noise that's not a word. ]
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Yeah - ( it's a mindless reply, breathless and guttural, like it's dragged from her. it may as well be. she loves this: the slow stretch of it, the pressure in places that she usually isn't aware of at all, the way it sparks pleasure up and down her spine. for a moment, she is still, jim buried all the way inside her, then she rises up again. )
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One hand moves from her side to press between her legs, not against her clit but outside, putting teasing pressure alongside. ]
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That's not what he's thinking of right now. He's thinking of the building electric-hot feeling, the sparks from his cock up through his spine, he's looking at Dutch and pressing fingers on either side of her clit. He has to shake his head to get his hair out of his eyes, though the whole of him is sticky with sweat. ]
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Fuck-- [ again, though this time it's a half-laughed exhale, and his next breath catches on a groan. He's not clinging to the edge just yet, but he's rapidly getting there. ]
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she's not there yet, but sometimes, the ride's as good as the goal. )
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Gorgeous, [ he tells her, hands touching places he knows she likes. ] I wish there were-- better words for things that aren't just-- 'you're hot'-- fuck-- is it sexy if I say 'you're so attractively competent' in bed--
[ Shut up, Jim. ]
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when they do, she finds herself laughing again. at him, with him. god, she loves how he feels inside her, how he already knows what she likes. she thinks about punching him and doesn't. instead, she slides a hand over his mouth, not holding hard and not pushing down. just. )
Not even— ( hmmyeslikethat. ) a little.
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He's close by now, rocking up into her in earnest, making sure he keeps pressure on her within and without, eyes bright, feeling shocks from the core of him up his spine. He looks at her until he can't, reflex forcing his eyes closed as he moves quicker, pulls her against him, and almost shakes as fucks her harder through his orgasm.
Whatever sound he makes is caught in her hand. ]
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rubbing against him, feeling him jerk inside her, wanting to come instead of trying to hold on and enjoying the ride means she isn't too far behind him, head tipping forward and back bowing as she clenches down hard, muffling her own noise against his shoulder.
did she just bite him? she sure did. )
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let's wrap this up here?