insurgents | Open RP Post

[ 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. ]

[ she reaches out and takes it from him when he settles back between her legs once more, tearing the packaging and reaching out with warm fingers to slide the condom down over his length, teasing him as she goes. ] Better?

[ He practically sucks in his breath while she makes quick work of the condom, nodding in response to the question only when she's done. ]

Better. [ A huffed chuckle, turned into a sigh as he presses down against her in a few grinding motions before he halts again, one hand moving to her waist and tugging gently. ] Let's... turn around, can we?

I do recall agreeing to just about anything you can think up to do, so yes. [ Her answer is fond and teasing as she sits up when he tugs at her, unable to resist sliding more firmly against his length in the process, the hard length of him rubbing against her in a way that has her giving a laughing groan. ] Turn around how?

[ He lets out a strained sound of his own, hips swaying against her when she presses closer. One hand still propped on the mattress, the other moves up and down her side distractedly for a moment, then he shifts around awkwardly so he can lie with his back to the bed himself. This time he's the one to reach a hand out, tentatively taking her own and urging her to come closer and straddle him. ]

[ She moves at his urging, more than happy to adjust as she settles atop his hips, her own still shifting in this same teasing dance, despite their positions now reversed. She leans over him, her hands braced lightly on his chest as she smiles down at him, copper curls tumbling down around her face. Her hips shift until the tip of him presses temptingly just at her entrance, although she makes no move to take him in, not yet, drawing out the exquisite anticipation just one moment longer. ]

Like this?

[ Just the grinding and pressing is already more than enough to have him respond, be it by gestures or sounds, and when she moves so that the sensitive tip of his cock rests only lightly against her open he moans, carrying in it a degree of surprise. His eyes closed, he drops his head back on the bed, though it's a testament to his self-control how he doesn't just arch off the bed to try and push himself inside her, seeking more of that warmth. ]

Yeah-- [ He takes a deep breath and licks his lips, nodding as one of his hands comes to rest on her hip. ] Like this.

[ She smiles and bends to tease her lips against his, a whisper-soft brush of skin on skin and then she's moving - slow, deliberate, her hips sinking down to straddle him more fully and taking him in a little at a time. Her body shifts, slides against his, taking her time, drawing out the sensation of it, her own breath hitching audibly in her throat and exhaling in a soft sound of want as her hands remain braced against his chest. Her head falls back then, dragging in a lungful of air as she settles fully atop him, feeling him buried within her, hard and thick and it takes every ounce of her own control to not give in and ride him, but that's not what this is about. She gives him a a moment to adjust to it, needing one herself. ]

[ He wills himself to stay still, muscles tensing into place as he all but presses his back into the mattress. His hand on her hip curls a little tighter, a long low sound slipping past his lips along with a slow exhale, feeling the air practically being pressed out of his own lungs when she lowers herself on him. When she sits back and takes him in fully, his breath hitches, heat surging through him and making his heartbeat increase despite himself. A hand resting next to him on the bed, he curls it into the sheets, fingers twisting tightly into the covers. ]

[ She feels that tenseness in him, catches the sight og him gripping the sheets out of the corner of her eye and no, that won't work. Not here, not now. She reaches out, fingers circling around his wrist as she tugs, light but determined enough that she has him releasing the sheets a moment later. Instead, she brings his hands back until they rest between them, her own fingers twining with his as she holds his gaze. Still not moving, she rests atop him, around him, calm and easy despite the way she wants to move, the heat that flushes across her skin, the need she has for him. There's something else more important she needs at the moment. ]

I've got you, Bruce. You're alright. We have time - I'm not going anywhere. Focus on me.

[ The pulse of her own steady heartbeat and - for the moment - her own even breathing. She's not afraid, perfectly content to continue this with him in perfect trust. ]

[ His heart isn't beating nearly fast enough to trigger him just yet, and his mind is racing much more than his blood is, but that hold is still something he welcomes. When she reaches for his hand and tugs at his wrist decisively he gives in with little hesitance, his eyes blinking open to look back at her, as he takes a long and slow breath before he speaks up. ]

I am. [ The tension in him unwinds, his shoulders lower, and he nods as he gives her hands a gentle squeeze. ] I'm here.

[ But he'd be stupid if he didn't wonder for how long. ]

[ She smiles and lifts one of his hands until she can press a light kiss to one of his knuckles, her gaze locked steadily on his. ]

I know.

[ And then she starts to move, still holding his gaze, her fingers still twined with his. She rises on him, moving around him, the slide of her hips shifting his position within her. The move has her breath hitching, the sound turning into a soft whimper when she sinks back down, finding a new rhythm to move them into. ]

[ He lets her move and set the pace, especially because she takes it slowly, and though it can be much of a torture, it's the only way he can feel minimally safe going on. He lets out a new sound with each movement she makes, his body moving on the bed but his hips never lifting off it, much as he wants to, to chase that pleasure and the heat inside her. All the while their hands clasped together, in a hold that's tighter on her end if anything because he's worried about losing focus and hurting her. ]

[ She's a lot more durable than he gives her credit for, but she doesn't comment on it. Mostly because it's just as distracting for her as she rides him, drawing out the sensations, the building pleasure, torturing herself with the deliberateness as much as she might be him. Because he feels wonderful and part of her just wants to lose herself in it, the heat, the friction, her muscles clenching tight about him as she sinks back down and sheathes him fully inside of her, a long low moan slipping breathlessly from between parted lips. ]

[ He has no doubt of that, but then again - he can also be a lot stronger than people would guess by just looking at him. Not right now, obviously, but there's a threshold, a line he's playing against right now, and even without crossing it he can still lose control in a myriad of ways.

But for now his thoughts are on her, his mind filled with the sounds she makes, his senses loaded with the scent and feel of her. When she lowers herself on him again, tightening as she does so, he can't stop himself from adding just the faintest roll of his hips, a sharp and clear moan crawling up his throat when he feels himself burying inside her as deep as he can. ]

[ It has her moan stuttering into a breathless sound, utterly encouraging when his hips rock upwards to meet her movement. Because yes, that made it even better and she shudders atop him at the sensation, her rhythm faltering for the briefest of moments before she finds it again. Her fingers curl against his chest, nails lightly scratching against flesh - not enough to leave a mark, but its an edged caress all the same. ]

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