insurgents | Open RP Post

[ A huffed sound of amusement slips past, his head dropping slightly as he practically nuzzles along her cheek. He tilts it so his face rests near the nook of her neck, his body moving of its own accord against her, just once in a slow but thorough gesture, one of his hands traveling down her side, touching all the skin he can reach. ]

It's... something. That's true.

[ The slide of him against her draws a soft sound from her lips, her head tilted back a moment to expose her throat, enjoyment in the heat of him against her, the friction of his own pants against bared skin. Although it's a reminder and she reaches down to tug playfully against the waistline. ]

Although I do object to the fact that you're still wearing more than me.

[ He kisses down her throat as it's exposed to him, all his touches still so aimless even now, though curious and thorough. In return, the trailing of her fingers is very much intent, it has his muscles tensing and arching away from that light contact. He lifts his hips up a little, enough for her to undo his pants, since he's not really in a position to help right now much unless he moves farther away from her. ]

That's not a problem.

[ She slides her fingers down along the waistline of his pants, tracing it around his side until she comes to the button and zipper, her nails teasing against his skin as she moves though not enough to scratch. A flick of her thumb as the button undone and the zip lowering, although she takes advantage of his position to slide her hand down, pressing against his length, still tucked beneath the soft fabric of his underwear. It's pushing things a little further than they've gone so far, but she'd felt him pressed against her hip when he'd rolled his body against hers. ]

Good.

[ The touch is slow and not entirely unexpected, still when her hand slips past the waistband and presses against his hardened length he draws in a sharp breath, eyes closing as a shiver travels down his spine. His hips roll in a small motion towards her hand, seeking friction and contact but barely finding any.

But for now he doesn't rush it. As a matter of fact he'd rather not rush much of anything at all, even if her fingers trailing his arousal still covered by his underwear has his heart racing a little faster, enough that for a few seconds he has to focus on getting it to slow down. ]

[ She doesn't rush it, but she doesn't pull away either. She lets her hand rest there, palm cupped against him as her fingers curl, wrapped against the outline of him through the cotton. She listens to his sharp inhale, the careful way he holds himself, and leans up to turn her face in against his throat, lips warm on his skin. ]

Alright?

[ His breath calms, though his body keeps shifting, moving towards her touch. His knees shift up on the bed, his legs folding a little more, while his hand on her side slips past her waist, rounds her hip and comes to settle on her thigh. He nods eventually, eyes blinking open heavily as he rests his forehead against her temple. ]

Yeah... I'm alright.

Shall I keep going?

[ She means getting his pants off the rest of the way, but it's also a careful way of asking if this is okay, if he's ready for her to take this further. Although she's taking the movement of him against her touch as a good sign, something she delights in encouraging. ]

[ His forehead still resting against the side of her face, he nods, his nose bumping lightly against her cheek in the process. He feels a little distracted right now, trying to focus on too many things at once, but slowly his hand keeps moving, touching the skin as he rounds her thigh, his knuckles brushing the inside of her leg as he slides it back up. ]

Yes. [ A deep breath, he licks his lips and kisses the nook just beneath her ear. ] Keep going.

[ His breath tickles against her skin and it makes her smile, letting her hands shift as she maneuvers him just enough to help slide his pants down over his hips. It takes a little careful positioning, but a moment later she gets them off and then lets her hands slide back to his underwear. Nails scraping lightly against his sides, she slips exploring fingers under the elastic band and continues down over his hips before letting one hand quest inwards, seeking out heated hardness to wrap around. ]

[ He helps along through the process, lifting one knee after the other off the mattress to let the pants slide past, then it's with some awkward wiggling that he kicks them off until he's down to his boxers. Another deep breath as her hands move, intent as she slides one under the thin fabric, all that air leaving him in a rush when lean fingers wrap around his erection.

Fueled by that touch, by the heat that travels his body, his hand slides up the rest of the way, not quite so hesitant anymore as his palm and fingers press between her legs, molding against her over the fabric of her underwear. ]

[ She gives a soft groan of enjoyment at that touch, more of his hesitation vanishing as they go and she delights in that, and in the feel of him hard and hot in the grip of her hand. To continue the game, encourage him into more, she strokes him, slow and sure, drawing out the sensations now that they've gotten this far. She's going to enjoy every sound and twitch of reaction she earns. ]

[ He doesn't hold any of those sounds or motions back from her, and he knows he doesn't have to right now either, his body always moving in response to her strokes. Instead he keeps his focus on both his heart rate and his hand as he touches her. His fingers curl slowly against her, one of them slipping under the hem of her panties, delving into the wet heat pooled between her folds. ]

[ She lets her gaze drift up to meet his, half hidden behind a fringe of thick, dark lashes, her eyes darkening a shade in reaction when his fingers find slicked skin. her hips arch up a a bit to meet that touch, seeking out more of it, unable to hold still any more than he can. She wets her lips with the tip of her tongue, parted on a breath that hitches audibly when his fingers brush over a particularly sensitive spot.

Her thumb slides up over the swollen tip of him, tracing against the slit at its tip, her fingers still warm and firm around him. ]

[ His own breath stutters for a moment as well at her touches, his hips swaying into that grip. All his motions so slow, though intent, calm but still heavy with feeling and arousal, his eyes cracked open just enough that he can look into hers, their faces close, their noses almost brushing.

Her response to the shifting of his hand has him moving it again, palm pressing as he slides it up, his fingers tracing along her slit, slipping into her heat. He keeps going until he finds the sensitive knot at the top, then with his fingertips he draws circles around her clit, holding his breath for that one moment. ]

[ That gets the closest thing yet to a moan from her as her eyes flutter closed in enjoyment of that touch, steady and teasing, dark lashes brushing against flushed cheeks. Her hips press upwards, seeking more of the same, matching him move for move. It seems natural to fall into this familiar rhythm of give and take between then, move matching move, touch matching touch. She tilts her head up just enough to brush skin against skin, the tip of her nose brushing against his before she closes the distance in a slow, leisurely kiss, wanting to taste him again. Especially at the rush of heat his touch had caused, one she hopes to mirror with the way she continues to touch and tease his length. ]

[ The own sound he lets out is more in response to her own at first, a sharp gasp as his hand slides back down, the base of his thumb replacing his fingers as he rubs it against her clit. He doesn't need any coaxing to lean his head down and kiss her back, tilting it to the side to deepen it slowly, thoroughly tasting all he can. Her touches do get a moan from him, though a soft and calm one, spilled into the kiss and only to be swallowed entirely by her. ]

[ She gives an aborted jolt of her hips when his thumb settles to rub more firmly against her, her moan more defined this time, breathless and thrumming deep in her throat, although she's more than happy to let the sound be swallowed by the press of his lips when he presses down closer. Her lips part against his, tongue tangling with his in wanton invitation. One hand slides down his side to tug his underwear down, out of the way, because she wants it gone now, leaving him exposed in only the best ways, so she can taste and touch and tease. And, when he's ready, feel him sink inside of her. ]

Edited 2014-09-19 00:18 (UTC)

[ At first he's hesitant to pull away, to break that kiss or to stop his touches between her legs, fingers curling against and into her at the slightest of responses he gets. But he does stop eventually, with a soft groan of complaint as he moves his hands to divest himself completely of his underwear, then her, fingers hooking on the waistband of her panties to slide them down the length of her legs, his eyes following after with overt curiosity. ]

[ She willingly allows it, watching him with a dark gaze, lips curved coyly as she lifts her hips for him, then lets him slide the dark lace all the way down slender legs. She parts them just enough to make room for him, holding one hand out to him in invitation, breath baited with anticipation. ]

Come here, Bruce. I want to feel you. All of you.

[ Tugging the panties off completely and throwing them aside, he reaches for her hand, his own fingers trailing down to her wrist and past it, to continue the length of her arm and towards her shoulder. He follows after, shifting on the bed before he moves closer again, stretching his legs out so he can lie down on top of her, letting out a soft sound when their skins touch, and his hard-on presses presently against her. ]

[ She lets him slide his way down her arm until he stretches out atop her and her arm follows him down, her fingers dropping to tangle in his curls once he's close enough again. One leg twines around behind him, wrapping its way around one of his thighs as her hips shift, sliding damp curls against the pressing hardness of him. It gets an echoing sound from her, a hitched breath, because he's just there, so close, and every moment they draw this out makes it a little more exquisite. ]

[ His eyes shut closed, face tensing briefly as his lips part in a breathless groan. Instinctively he rolls his hips, pressing himself against her, pleasure surging through him at the friction that offers momentary relief. But at the same time it's sobering, making him hyper-aware of their situation, how close they are, every point where their bodies touch - and he freezes for a moment. ]

Wait, wait-- [ He tilts his head away, but doesn't pull back, evening his breath before he asks. ] Condoms, I... you have one?

[ She groans, a mix of frustration and laughter as she drops her head back to the pillow. ]

Nightstand. [ Just in case. Not that it's necessary on her end, but that isn't a conversation she wants here or now. or ever, for that matter. She'd prefer to avoid moodkillers, if possible. ] Top Drawer.

[ Even being told that, Bruce would still have his own particular reasons for wanting to wear a condom, but likewise it's not something he wants to get into right now either. So he just nods at her words and lifts himself up enough that he can reach the nightstand, opening the drawer and digging through it until he finds the condoms, then crawls back to where he was before. ]

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