insurgents | OPEN POST.

"You'll have to use your imagination."

His words are a little distracted, as he focuses more on getting her pants off, then helping her along with divesting him of his own. He wiggles out of his jeans, tugging off his socks too in the process, until he's just down to his underwear.

"My imagination is really busy right now."

Imagining what he's going to do to her, what she's going to do to him, whether or not they're going to try to... well, go for it.

She tugs her own socks as well and is now no more dressed than he is as she lies back and reaches for him.

"Come here."

"I'm glad to hear that."

His is just the same, which can't be much of a surprise. It already tends to happen whenever they're together, and all the more so now, knowing the reason why, of all places, they picked such a remote location to spend some time alone.

Hands sinking to the mattress to her sides, he crawls over her, watching her quietly for a while and admittedly enjoying the view of her lying down on the bed before he rests his weight on top of her. Elbows propped to both sides of her face, he tips his head and kisses her again, deep and slowly.

She loves it when he does that, when he takes a moment to just look at her. She loves the way it makes her feel, powerful and beautiful and loved.

She returns the kiss with a quietly smoldering intensity, her hands wandering over his back, down to his ass and back up again with no particular goal in mind other than touching him.

Fingers sift through her hair while they kiss, his back arching a little at her touches, hips pressing against her too when her hands wander down to his ass. He lets out a muffled gasp, but of course doesn't complain nor pull away from the kiss, keeping a good focus on his breathing.

It reminds him of their reunion, this. How their bodies moved together until she came, and he nearly did too. His body responds to that memory now too, and honestly, it's a pretty good way to try a first time. It's not rushed or overwhelming, it's simple and easy enough for him to pull away if he has to - and considering how long it's been for him, he knows it won't take much at all to reach his tipping point. Just like it didn't that other time.

Trish is thinking about that time too, and would agree that this is a very fitting way to conduct their first experiment.

She arches up against him, loving the slight scrape of his chest hair against her nipples, her nails digging into his back a little as she moves with him, drowning in his kiss.

He gasps a little into the kiss when he feels her nails digging into his skin, but it's such a light gesture that he doesn't bother asking her to stop. It only adds to the pleasure he feels anyway, his back tensing and arching so his body presses down against hers.

Nipping lightly and licking at her lips, he hums in amusement, grinning lopsidedly.

"I'm... pretty sure we just went from 'teenage makeouts' to 'adult movie'."

"If you ask me that's an excellent development."

She smiles back at him, face already a little flushed and eyes filled with desire. She loves that they have reached a point where they can be this relaxed in this situation, that his fear has become this much smaller.

"Oh, don't get me wrong... I wasn't complaining. Far from it."

It's just funny to think of - they do tend to be a little eager sometimes, and much more now than they were at first. That's definitely a result of Bruce playing more with his limits, and getting steadily accustomed to doing more things to and with her. Makes him feel a whole lot more confident about certain things than he would have been weeks or months ago.

This moment is a perfect example of it. He couldn't even risk having their bodies pressed together the first time he touched her, and yet now he's lying on top of her, naked save for their pieces of underwear, likely seconds away from grinding against each other.

Actually, that does put a thought in his head.

"What about we turn around? I mean-- me lying on my back."

"Yes please."

Said with an enthusiastic grin before she rolls him over so that she can lie on top of him, lacing her fingers together with his so that she can hold his hands in place while she presses herself against him with a slow roll of her hips.

She does so love being in charge.

He lets out a soft little sound of surprise, though he rolls over onto his back with no resistance whatsoever, both the grin and the chuckle he lets out dissolving into a gasp as she rolls her hips and presses them down against his, his eyes closing and lips parting. His fingers thread through hers, curling a little, not even trying to move his hands from where she pins them to the mattress above his head.

"Good."

By which he means that yes, he's enjoying this change rather a lot right now.

The fact that he trusts her this much sends a powerful thrill through her, and she bends her head to find the pulse point in his neck to suck on it as she rolls her hips again, moaning against his skin as pleasure rushes over her in a warm wave.

"I like having you like this."

He mewls a little more softly, his feet shifting on the bed, sliding up so his knees bend and prop up just so between her legs. Heels digging into the mattress, his hips lift slightly, pressing up against hers every time she grinds down against him.

"You can have me whatever way you want."

But this, like this-- to allow her to just have control, while he submits entirely, it's definitely a rush. He knows he can still stop it if he has to, even run away if it gets to that, but for now he's more than happy to let her do whatever she pleases - both with and to him.

It's a rush for her too, partly because she simply likes to be the one in charge but also because it is Bruce letting her do it. The man who always feels like he has to keep himself in check. The one who has to control things because he is afraid of going too far.

Now he trusts her with that responsibility, and she loves him for it.

She lets go of his hands, sliding back a bit so that she can kiss his chest, teasing his nipples with her mouth and her tongue before she continues her descent, all the way to the waistband of his underwear. She hooks her fingers uner it, but doesn't do anything yet.

"I want to take these off."

It's all a little new for him, really. Relinquishing control in any way at all isn't something he's used to doing anymore, nor did he think he would ever be able to again. Part of him still keeps his breathing and heart rate in check, but it's almost like a program running in the background, without him even thinking about it, while he focuses on the things she's doing instead.

And what she does is amazing. Wonderful, heavenly even. Feeling her lips exploring his skin, her tongue teasing at sensitive spots in his torso that has him gasping, his back arching just so.

He lets out an audible exhale at her words, licking his lips and swallowing the thick lump in his throat before he finally nods, eyes still closed, head resting on the mattress.

"You can do it."

Permission given, she tugs his underwear down and pulls it over his legs until she can toss it to the side and settle in between his thighs, kneeling between them as she wraps her fingers around his cock and bends down to lay her tongue flat against it, licking a wet stripe along the shaft.

"Please let me suck your cock."

He shifts around as she takes his boxers off completely, very much calm and collected up until the point she bends down and he feels something warm and pliant pressing against his cock. It doesn't take him long at all to realize it's actually her tongue, and he lets out a loud moan as she licks all the way to the tip, a hand fisting the sheets hard as he grinds his teeth, heels digging into the mattress, feeling a surge of adrenaline a little too strong spreading across his body.

"Shit. Give me... a moment."

He's not losing his control completely here, but the sheer unexpectedness of her action nearly had his heart leaping out of his chest for a second there.

Once upon a time, Trish would have found herself a little frightened at this point, but not now. Now she just calmly sits back on her heels and waits for Bruce to get himself back under control, fully expecting that she will because she trusts him.

"Take your time."

It takes him a little longer than usual, simply because that's a brand new point of pressure put to his limits, but still there's no longer than a few seconds' pause, during which he takes deep breaths, slow and calming, feeling his heart settle down in his chest again. Finally, he nods, eyes opening as he tilts his head down just enough that he can look at her.

"Alright. I'm... yes, alright."

As much a reassurance as an answer to her very near plea from moments ago. The mere thought is driving him crazy, he doesn't think he could erase the mental image from his head, no matter how hard he tried.

"Just go slowly. Please."

"I'll be careful," she reassures him before bending to close her lips around the tip of his cock, circling it with her tongue, moaning a little because finally she gets to taste him. She has wanted to for so long.

He can't help letting out a choked gasp at that, his lungs filling with air all at once, held in there for a while as his back arches, his whole body tenses, his knees shifting farther apart. His free hand covers his mouth for a moment, curling into a loose fist as he digs his teeth lightly into his knuckles, anything to allow himself to enjoy the feeling of her lips on him, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head of his cock.

It is hot as hell to have him react so strongly, and carefully she takes more of him into her mouth, slowly sliding her lips up and down his cock, her hand working the part she can't quite fit in yet.

She loves this, the power it gives her to have him come undone, and she understands completely why he loves so much to do the same thing to her.

It's a little difficult not to react strongly, when it's been so long that he's allowed himself this - in a broad sense. This pleasure, this kind of intimacy in which he gets as much as he gives, without holding himself back almost completely.

It doesn't come without its trace of concern, but she's slow and careful, and it's just a little easier for him to go along with it all, to adapt as she presses on for more.

He keeps his hips pressed hard into the mattress, feet spread wide on the bed, his head tipping back as he lets out paced audible breaths, every so often hitching halfway up his throat.

"Trish..."

It feels so good to be able to do this, to let him be on the receiving end of this kind of attention for once because while she has never though that Bruce has ever done something he didn't want to, it has sometimes felt so brutally unbalanced that he must keep himself somewhat removed from what they do together. It has made her feel selfish sometimes, and in darker moments she has wondered if he's done things just because he is afraid she would leave him otherwise.

She hums in response when he says her name, her mouth a little too busy for any other kind of reply, and then she takes him in deeper still, getting past her gag reflex and swallowing around his cock.

What he does with her, for her, it's because he wants to, always, and it has nothing to do with feeling forced, or afraid she might leave. There were plenty of reasons for him to worry she could leave him, especially at first, but they didn't really have much to do with how little he could do in terms of sex-- and he never would have pushed himself past a point of comfort just to anchor her to him.

He never felt like he needed to, either. She never wavered once, never showed that she was drawing away from him. If she had, he would have gladly let her go, rather than to try and get her to stay if she no longer wanted to.

And this is just the same. He's not letting her do it because he feels he'll lose her otherwise, but because he wants to. Because he's wanted to do it for a very long time, even if what could happen might terrify him.

He cries out when the head of his cock hits the back of her throat, hands curling into tight fists as he tries - and fails somewhat - to keep his heart rate in check. It's playing at that limit again, the one that has him worrying, and he breathes out her name like a plea.

"Please..." Please what? Stop? Continue? He doesn't even know anymore. Doesn't know what's happening next, what comes after. But then, that is exactly what they agreed to, to see what comes after, to find out what happens when he pushes past his point of fear, testing just how much his body can handle. "I'm coming..."

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