insurgents | OPEN POST.

"Right. I... how?"

Literally asking for guidance here. He barely has any recent experience when it comes to having sex in a bathtub, after all, so he really could use her telling him what to do. Besides... he also likes it when she does that.

It wasn't exactly yesterday that Trish did this either. Even in the earliest stages of their relationship she never had any interest in seeing anyone but Bruce.

That said, it's still a more recent thing for her than Bruce, that much she knows, and besides, she never minds taking control of the situation when it comes to sex.

"Turn on your side..."

With some wriggling and laughter they manage to shift so that Trish is the one with her back to the tub. She lifts one leg out of the water and lets it hang over the edge.

"Hold on to the egde behind me if you can."

She slides a hand down his chest and stomach until she can take hold of his cock again, breath hitching in anticipation.

"Tell me when you're ready."

He does appreciate being guided and told what to do in this instance, and he follows her instructions without a word, albeit a little awkwardly. She laughs, and he ends up snorting too, a big lopsided grin on his face even as he manages to get on his knees between her legs.

One hand grips the edge of the tub behind her as she asks, the other sliding up her torso, cupping her face, a soft gasp leaving him when she wraps her fingers around his cock again.

He leans in and presses his lips to hers. It's a slow and soft kiss, but he lingers for a few seconds, taking that time to steady his breathing and the beating of his heart. Finally, pulling away, he nods, forehead resting lightly against hers.

"I'm ready."

She guides his cock to her entrance, hoping that she will be wet enough for this in spite of the water washing some of it away. Then she wraps the leg not hanging over the tub's edge around him, whimpering a little as she feels the head of his cock slip between her folds.

"Fuck me, Bruce."

The thought crossed his mind briefly, and he hopes she is too, or things can get pretty uncomfortable. Not that it would be too great of a problem - they could just stop and move elsewhere, but it would be with no small amount of frustration, when they're both so ready and eager for this.

He lets out a stifled groan when the sensitive head of his cock presses against her pussy, his hand dropping from her face and holding onto her side instead. Her words don't help him much either, pleasure spreading on his insides, making him nearly shiver, mouth hanging open as he lets out another soft noise.

Still, he doesn't even dream to ask her not to say those things. Slowly he shifts his hips, rolling them towards her, little by little his cock sliding into her.

Yes, it wouldn't be a big deal but damn, she needs him right now.

She keeps her eyes fixed on his face, committing the way he looks to memory because she wants this moment to stay with her forever.

It's not as effortless as it would have been out of water (considering how wet he makes her every time) but it's enough. More than enough, it feels amazing,

Amazing doesn't even begin to cover it. Bruce feels like he's burning up on the inside, throat and heart and everything twisting and pulsing faster the deeper he pushes into her. She feels so tight, wonderfully so, yet at the same time it envelops him completely, a heat that swallows him whole, both blurs and overwhelms his senses, everything coming to him all at once.

Once he's pushed nearly all the way in, he stops, knuckles of the hand holding onto the edge of the tub turning nearly white. One long breath, audible and shaky, his exhale comes out more like a groan than anything.

"Shit."

But yes, he's still there. It's just going to take him a moment.

Trish tries to breathe calmly and stay still for him, but it is so difficult when she can feel his cock throbbing inside her, when her entire body is screaming at her to move just a little so that he can slide that last little way in so that he is as deep inside her as he can go.

She can't control the way her pussy clenches around him, begging him to please continue.

Her hands slide over his back soothingly, and she keeps her eyes on his face. They are wide and dark with desire, her mouth hanging open as if she is about to speak, but she probably couldn't produce words right now even if she tried.

It doesn't really help, the way she clenches around him, but he can't really fault her for it. Eventually, though, he gets a little more used to it, at least comfortable enough to shift his hips again, moving closer to her as he pushes the rest of the way into her.

His arm rounds her torso properly, clinging to her and propping her weight up just so. The movements have his cock shifting inside her and he moans breathlessly, his body shivering slightly as he manages some semblance of a thrust when he moves around like that.

She wraps her arms tightly around him, hiding her face against his neck and letting out a shaky moan, hoping to high heaven that this won't be too much for him because if he has to pull away now the frustration will be agony.

For now, he's managing. That blowjob at least helped him ease into all this, so he's a little more confident now, but he's still taking things very slowly here. Even as he starts moving, each thrust is long and slow, almost painfully so, but it's a calm pace that helps him keep the pace of his own heart in check too.

He tips his head, buries his nose in her hair, breathing out soft little sounds against her ear whenever he pushes back into her.

It is a sweet kind of torture, but she doesn't mind because taking it slow makes her feel every inch of him so acutely, and she wants that right now.

"You feel so much better than I imagined."

He really can't tell right now if it's better or worse, to do things this slowly instead of at a quicker pace. He can feel so much of her, and she seems to tighten around him in pleasure even more when his cock slides smoothly in and out of her, not stopping but not moving any faster either.

He feels his insides twist with every clench of her muscles, each trembling of her body. His exhales come in gasps and moans, eyes shutting as if that helps him keep his focus. It doesn't.

"So do you... God, Trish, I-- I can't..."

"It's okay."

Whatever he's trying to tell her, be it that he has to stop or that he is about to come or anythig else, she needs him to know that it's all okay.

"You're okay, I've got you."

Reassuring words spilling from her like groans, her voice twisted by desire.

He doesn't even know what he's telling her himself, honestly, but her words are reassuring nonetheless. He lets out a soft, drawn-out whine, turning his head to the side a little to press his lips briefly against her.

One motion of his hips turns into a sharper thrust, tentative, a louder moan leaving him as he buries himself deep and quick inside her. There's a spike to his heart rate but nothing that scares him too much, and he repeats the motion, once, twice, his arm curling tighter around her, pleasure coiling quickly at the core of him.

Those sharper thrusts are intensely pleasurable, and draw some rather loud moans from her as she reaches between their bodies to touch herself, panting heavily as she rubs her clit in quick little circles, hips jerking against him in a rather uncoordinated fashion, a reflex that she is too wrapped up in pleasure to even try to control.

He adjusts briefly when she reaches down between them, another choked groan spilling from his lips when he realizes she's touching herself. His pace quickens just a hint, as does his heart rate, though this time, it doesn't scare him as much. It's very much similar to how it felt when he got closer to his orgasm before, and it's how he knows he's getting closer now too.

There's always a trace of worry there, but he does his best to ignore it for now. He didn't turn before, so he won't turn now-- at least that's the belief he clings to. Just like he clings to her and to the edge of the tub, and he thrusts harder into her, parted lips resting lightly over hers, a very faint 'close' breathed out into the air between them.

She's not close, she's there, and that one word from him is enough to push her the rest of the way.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

Her hand speeds up even more as she brings herself over the edge with a loud cry that echoes in the bathroom before she muffles it by kissing him, her pussy clenching rhythmically around him as wave after wave of bliss washes over her.

He's following her not too far behind, the way she clenches rhythmically around him, almost matching the quick pace of his thrusts, tipping him over the edge. Mouth hanging open, his fingers curl tight into her skin, gripping the edge of the tub as he fucks her harder, and a few seconds later he's coming inside of her.

His mind goes blissfully blank, like it did before, except it feels so much more intense now, so much more complete. He nearly loses the notion of who or where he is, let alone what he's scared of, unaware that he's crying out her name while he keeps moving throughout his orgasm, steadily filling her up until his come's spilling out of her, staining her thighs and the bath water both.

He isn't aware of it, but she is, and her name has never sounded so beautiful to her.

She moves with him through his orgasm, aftershocks of pleasure making her whimper and moan as she feels him come inside her, and she shifts to wrap both legs around him while she tries to catch her breath and regain the ability to think.

He comes down from his high a little slowly, unable to think, let alone do much of anything. Eventually he sits back on his heels, both his arms curling around her as he pulls her along with him, their chests pressed against each other. He tips his head up, capturing her lips in a slow, passionate kiss, full of love and gratitude and a myriad of feelings and sensations still overwhelming him, making every cell in his body sing, his head light on his shoulders.

She buries her hands in his hair and kisses him back, well aware that there are no words that could convey what she is feeling right now.

It's not the sex itself that makes it such a big deal, really. It's what it means for Bruce. One less reason for him to be afraid, one less reason for him to distance himself from the people he cares about.

From her.

Well, the sex is a pretty big deal for him. It's been literally a decade since he's experienced an orgasm, and in the span of less than half an hour, he's already had too, and that alone makes him feel like his body's floating away, so light it is.

But the meaning itself, that makes him happier beyond any words. Getting to be this close to her, to enjoy this kind of experience to its full extent without having to be scared or pulling away from her when he goes past a certain limit. And it's not just about making her feel good, either - it's about being able to experience all of those wonderful feelings together with her. Giving her all of him, completely.

He breaks the kiss and takes a deep, shuddering breath, burying his face in the curve of her neck as he holds her tightly, keeping her close to him.

She wraps her arms around him and hugs him hard, overwhelmed by what they just did.

"I want to marry you."

That... Was not meant to come out in her outside voice.

Yeah, that very much came out in her outside voice. Though it does take a while for Bruce to fully process the words, and then a couple more seconds to try and figure out if he's heard that right.

Tensing up a little, he pulls away just so, enough that he can look at her, surprise clear on his face.

"What?"

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