( 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.
[ Boys are always so stupid in the afterglow and Jim is no exception, breathing hard as he unravels, a mess of sweat and skin and the sticky fluids between them. He doesn't pull away, though, and noodly arms wrap around her-- ]
Ow, [ he huffs, though there's no real protest. ] Did you just give me a piranha hickey?
( boys are stupid in the afterglow, but dutch doesn't hate the noodly arms wrapped around her. so long as he's stupid and noodly, she doesn't have to worry about shit. and she got what she wanted. twice. so that's nice.
Okay. [ Laughing quietly. He's just having a good time, is all; and isn't sex kind of hilarious anyway? Flailing bodies and weird positions.
Jim rests his hands at the small of her back, and is momentarily glad for the Wyvern heat and humidity. There's no sudden chill as they return to normal heart-rates, just comfortable warm air. ]
( dutch is comfortable enough — tired and satisfied enough — not to feel the urge to get up and leave right away, so she flicks a finger against his shoulder mindlessly, pointlessly, and lets herself rest for a moment. )
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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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Ow, [ he huffs, though there's no real protest. ] Did you just give me a piranha hickey?
[ He sounds dazed. He is. ]
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maybe that's why she grins, sharp and pleased. )
Maybe.
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Jim rests his hands at the small of her back, and is momentarily glad for the Wyvern heat and humidity. There's no sudden chill as they return to normal heart-rates, just comfortable warm air. ]
let's wrap this up here?