Open RP Post

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so this is how it works... 1. Choose the character, put it in the subject line. 2. Type up your scenario or shoot a prompt. If you are out of ideas... → A scene from the Random Scenario Meme → A Picture Prompt → Other-Wordly Prompt Go with action, angst, romance, gen, whatever - take your pick. (I can do smut or other NSFW threads too but please ask first.) 3. Get ready, set, GO! NOTE: For Middle Earth characters, please go to my Middle-Earth Open Scenario Post!

[ OLD CHARACTER POSTS. Mike Chilton | Chuck ]

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[widows_kiss]

[ 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?

[hyperkinesia]

[ 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?

[widows_kiss]

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?

[hyperkinesia]

[ 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. ]

[widows_kiss]

[ 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?

[hyperkinesia]

[ 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.

[widows_kiss]

[ 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. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ 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. ]

[widows_kiss]

[ 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. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ 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. ]

[widows_kiss]

[ 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. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ 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. ]

[widows_kiss]

[ 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. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ 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. ]

[widows_kiss]

[ 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. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ The both of them lose their rhythm for that while, Bruce too gasping loudly as his body tenses, pleasure coiling before it surges through his muscles, leaving most his hairs standing on end. Before he can think too much on it, his hips falter and fall back on the mattress, then quickly he rolls them back up again, one of his hands moving to her side, fingers curling into skin and pushing her down at the same time he thrusts inside her. ]

[widows_kiss]

[ She rises up with him, matching his rhythm, pushing them just a little further, a little faster. her skin is damp with perspiration as she gasps softly for air, caught up in the sensations, the pleasure of it, the feel of him moving beneath her, within her. it was perfect and yet she was still achingly craving more. All of it. All of him. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ Every moment pleasure builds within him, yet it's not an altogether good thing. Mostly, yes, but he can also feel control slipping from him, and it's nearly palpable how scared he is of what might happen if he goes past a certain point. Yet his body works of its own accord for that moment, his hands on her waist and hip, barely needing to guide her down with each thrust but doing so anyway. Filling her up every time, burying himself in her warmth, wishing and wanting and hoping for nothing more than this pleasure and a release that won't escalate anywhere beyond that. ]

[widows_kiss]

[ She can feel it in him, that growing tension and fear, and she doesn't slow her pace above him, controlling the rhythm once more, bringing him along with her. She does, however, reach down and cup her hands against his face, bending to brush her lips against his as she moves above him, hips rocking to change the angle, take him deeper still. ]

Look at me, Bruce. Just focus on me. We're alright. You're alright. [ She murmurs the words against his lips, her gaze holding his, steady and even and warm. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ She captures his attention entirely, both by contact and words alike. His own body keeps moving to meet hers, each rocking of her hips paired with a thrust of his own, and when she leans down and changes the angle, he gasps and moans again at the pleasure that gives him, one of his hands sliding around her side to rest on her back.

And her eyes on him, those words whispered softly against his lips, all too easily beckon him into forgetting the fear in favor of doing just what she asks, locking their gazes together. He doesn't seem quite so gone, and any haze in his eyes is from arousal, not a hint of green in sight. ]

[widows_kiss]

[ She smiles against his lips, letting him see it in her eyes as she continues to ride him, pushing him further - both of them, to be honest, because she can feel her own need building as she moves. Her muscles clench and shudder around him as her own control is tested, pushing herself closer to that point, the same one she's pressing him towards, no hesitation or uncertainty in any of her movements as she keeps herself fully in his focus. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ Pleasure is quick to build up within when he lets it, when he stops worrying and thinking too much on what could happen, when, for once, he's not focusing on keeping complete control. And he can feel her closer too, tighter around him every time she moves, each of his thrusts met with a more rushed motion from her. Through gasps and moans he has half a mind to help along and push her closer to that edge, one of his hands sliding down her front so his thumb finds the sensitive nub on top of her slit. It's not an ideal position, really, but he still manages to touch her, the pad of his finger rubbing against her in circles while his hips keep bucking, filling her up each time with a short breathless moan from him. ]

[widows_kiss]

[ His touch pushes her farther than she'd anticipated, an abrupt jolt of pleasure that has her own rhythm faltering as her fingers curl against him. She'd been far enough gone that this sends her speeding on ahead, shuddering as she clenches down around him, a low strained cry escaping her as she rides him, feeling her orgasm building, closer, her control shattered with the slide of clever fingers. ]

Oh, god.

[hyperkinesia]

[ The reaction encourages him further to continue, so he does, his thumb working her towards her climax quickly, his own already so fast approaching. When he opens his mouth, he only manages to parrot her one word, mingled with breathless gasps as he rolls his head back on the mattress. ]

God, I'm-- [ But that's all he manages, before all of it is swallowed by a loud cry, his whole body tensing and arching off the bed to meet hers. Each jerk of his hips sharp and quick but he doesn't stop even when he reaches orgasm, riding out through waves of heat that wash over him, white light blinding him, his mind blissfully void for the briefest of moments. ]

[widows_kiss]

[ She's already there when he hits that point, muscles contracting, spasming around his length as she rides him through it, desperate and breathless, utterly silent in contrast to his cry, her nails leaving pale crescents in his skin.

In the aftermath, with both of them spent, she slumps over him with a breathless sound, half-laugh, half-moan, sounding utterly delighted and sated. She sinks down against his hips, dropping forward until her forehead rests against his chest and she can hear the way his heart pounds from here, but he's still him, he's still Bruce, and god that had been even more exhilarating than she'd anticipated.

She rolls her head until she can peer up at him, a sated smile curling its way across her lips as she meets his gaze, her scarlet curls damp and limp around her face. ]