[ there's the obvious things of what'd he meant based on the context of their discussion; there's also the things he hadn't meant at all, but were just as fitting to be placed under the very umbrella of things he could be used for.
with the subtle rise of her smirk, his lips curve upward a little with that realization, an almost huff of a chuckle in his breath. ]
Hmm. [ he hums lightly, brows folding together as if considering the thought. ] Well, you know, this and that. Think I know how to do a thing or two with my hands. [ he brings his glass up, taking a long sip before lowering it, tongue giving a soft swipe to his lip, his voice quieter. ] My mouth.
[ another short breath borderline of a cut laugh, his head shaking slightly, almost bashfully. ]
Yeah, I ain't — I ain't great at the telling part.
[ an honest, modest truth. talking it up was never his forte, even if he could toss out a bit of sass with it every now and again. and maybe with a bit more build up, he'd have a little more confidence to be a bit more detailed with his words, but he hadn't drank nearly enough whiskey for it. ]
( her expression is definitely interested, another small sip of the whiskey before the glass is placed on the counter. she's not even taking the time to finish this one )
Come on.
( look, if you offer to show her she'll assume you mean you're open to it now. it's not like either of them had been sleeping. as she steps past him quill grabs for his hand to lead him away. she'll actually take him to her bedroom for this go )
[ there'd been no expectation for his late night visit to have shifted into this. their first intimate experience together hadn't quite been part of the plan either, only happening at all on her casual response to the whole thing, so even if they'd developed a trust with one another, there was no standard being held for this to continue.
but he doesn't protest its possibility either, and when she sets down her glass, he finishes his last sips before following suit, letting her takes his hand to lead him to her bed.
when they've approached it, he gives her one last look, a soft thing with appreciation for her in his eyes before he rests his palm to her hip, leaning in to kiss her. ]
( she grabs the hand on her hip, sliding it round to rest on her lower back as she reaches up to meet his kiss, drawing him down to her. even though he'd gotten her good last time this time it feels a little more about her, him showing her what he can do which means that she's going to guide him to what she likes. her back is somewhere that's more sensitive, a reminder to herself that she's still a quill.
her tongue flicks at his lips, quill leaning closer into him. should he rub at her spine, run his fingers along it'll prompt a moan from her, sounded into the kiss and something she'll encourage him to keep doing )
[ as she draws in closer, he applies more fervor to the kiss, still a gradual build but showcasing a firmer touch that parts his lips when her tongue swipes against him, curving his own to meet hers.
neither does he ignore her guidance, fingers tracing over her back, drifting beneath the hem of her shirt to glide skin directly over skin, the heel of his hand massaging against the vertical trail of her spine, encouraged all the more with the sounds it prompts, responding with a low moan of his own in listening to her. ]
( she's not saying that just doing this would be enough to get her off but it definitely helps, her own touch more insistent as she reaches both hands to his shoulders, one moving round to hold the back of his head.
she breaks off only to catch her breath, breathing hard as quill rests her head to his. it's a gentler motion, a careful pull as she encourages him closer to her, bending to lower herself to the bed, shifting to lay along it )
[ it isn't the same rush as before, taking the time to kiss her here, to build up an ache with the motions of their mouths first stirring up most of the inevitable heat of this.
by the time they part, he's sighing at her mouth, eyes momentarily closed as he takes in the moment, up until she's guiding him along with her as she lowers onto the bed. upon kneeling on the mattress, he shrugs off his jacket letting it fall back behind him to the floor, before he bends low.
he'll find her mouth again, hovering above her with an arm braced against the mattress, free fingers drifting low to smooth against her thigh before following a trail between her legs, a grazing touch pressing against her leggings. ]
( she leans up to the kiss, hands resting on his cheeks, a softer sound as his fingers work their way along her. hips twitch to start before she bends a knee, tilting her leg to the side to open herself more to him.
it's a little strange how quickly she's started getting used to being touched, even touched in ways that quill never would have before. it's still a fairly new experience having someone's hand between her legs but her body responds all the same and, as maeve showed her, sometimes it can be better than having a cock there )
[ when she shifts her leg, spreading herself more to him, he adjusts his touch to something firmer, a massage of his fingers that focus on rubbing the fabric well against her sex, right to the center.
but while there's a fondness in kissing her, licking a smooth stripe to her lips, he redirects his mouth, shifting lower down her body until he's level to her belly, nudging up the hem of her shirt with his nose before leaving a trail of suckling kisses, tender as they float up her body.
with a free set of fingers, he lifts up the fabric until it rides up over her breast, the exposure leaving his mouth to kiss her nipple before encircling it with a curious tongue, rubbing fresh over the pink nub. ]
( her head drops back to the pillow as he moves down, a shiver running through her as his kisses inch up her body. and then--
oh.
having her breasts touched is not a new thing but having his mouth on it-- )
Do that again.
( after all the kiss had been brief and as her nipple starts to harden she wants to feel it again, to really know what his mouth on her is like. she's learning as much as he is )
[ his eyes peer up to her when she unexpectedly speaks, but he curves a brief smile before parting his lips around her nipple and sucking gently.
as it hardens, he'll encourage it further with his tongue, stroking with a teasing rub to listen for further responses, for any signals that convey these places she likes to be touched.
though his fingers already work at hooking into the hem of her leggings, even as his mouth remains occupied, dragging them slow along her thighs. ]
( it's a stronger sensation than she expects, breasts apparently more sensitive for her in this form than previously. as his tongue swipes across her nipple there's a sigh, hand moving to his head to keep his attention there.
her hips left to help the easing of her leggings, moan slipping from her as his mouth keeps working at her. fingers press lightly at his neck and even though they're only just getting started she thinks that maybe he was right -- he can be pretty useful with that mouth )
[ with the guidance of her hand cupping his head, he offers her what she wants in the form of an attentive tongue, the muscle lapping at that hardened nipple with a soft sound from his throat.
but with her lowered leggings, his fingers drift back to the space between her thighs where that single layer of her underwear remains. rather than rushing to drag it down with the rest, he runs his fingers against its center, rubbing the thin fabric to feel where her folds lie, stroking between to coax that dampness. ]
( breath catches as his fingers return, urging fresh dampness to coat the fabric of her underwear. she's never been this stimulated, used to and typically preferring to just get on with it, especially here. she enjoys sex but even whilst it's been a good experience (mostly) here there's that underlying thought of what this place wants and it leaves her in no mood to linger around when she has other goals.
other quills might not notice so much, there's certainly less use of mouth and hands just because of their appearance, but it's been a learning curve here. including learning that she isn't opposed to being touched, certainly not by him.
but his mouth is one thing. the fingers, though feeling very good as he rubs against her, feel more like a tease and there's a slight gnawing need to have him inside her )
Frank.
( his name is almost growled, not like the needy wishes she'd heard from wynonna's requests. quill's more direct -- and a little demanding )
[ maybe it's from having been married for a time, from having one woman nightly to hold and satisfy, or maybe it's just always been his instincts to go about sex like this. he's no stranger to the fast rush that comes from a quick fuck, to discarding only the layers necessary to bring bodies together for that desired thrusting, but there's satisfaction in this that he almost prefers, the build that has a woman content with pleasure beneath his touch.
with that firm call of his name, he leaves a nipping brush of teeth and lips at the swell of her breasts, drifting himself back to sit up on his knees. he keeps his gaze on her as he rids her fully of those layers, snatching her underwear from her hips to meet them her leggings at her calves, dragging down both to free them from her ankles, tossed behind to the floor.
but when he leans down once more, it's to lower his head between her legs, palms brushing on the smooth inside skin of either thigh to keep her parted. in a beat, he parts his mouth, dragging his tongue against those soaking folds, a vertical stripe that rises until it can swirl a lick to her clit. ]
( she's glad when he get the message, shifting the final layers from her but when he comes back down its neither fingers nor cock that are touching her, hips jerking from the surprise at the feeling )
Wha--
( it has her pushing herself up to look down at him, finding his head nestled between her thighs and-- there's confusion at first in her expression before it slips into something a little more curious. this is new )
[ for a moment he considers withdrawing when her hips jolt, the surprise of it felt against her skin. but she doesn't move to brush him off or scold him beyond an initial shock, leaving him to test the waters further.
his tongue roams back to her folds, licking up the slickness already conjured there before he presses in, muscle stretching to stroke in against her folds. it isn't a reach as his fingers can provide, or the thickness garnered by his cock, but it's persistent and attentive, wet as saliva mixes with her dampness, the vibration of a groan left against her skin. ]
( she watches him work, the slight movements of his head as she feels his tongue lap at her. it might not fingers or cock pressing into her but she's realising that there's much more that he can do and it's no less pleasurable.
especially when his groan vibrates against her, her eyes closing with a heavy sigh before she lowers back to the mattress, pleased hum sounding as he keeps moving against her.
her legs move, raising as quill bends her knees, almost instinctually even though she's never done this before, giving him more space )
[ as she relaxes her body against him, he continues his process, licks firm but still allowing her to ease into the sensation he can provide by way of his mouth.
his fingers still have their purposes though, guiding two against her sex to part her folds opens, exposing more of that skin for him to trail his tongue, caressing for her to feel ever tender stroke that comes from its wet texture.
and he'll time the strokes, dragging that slickness to the height where meets her clit, the expanse of a large tongue presses over the swelling button. ]
( her hands grasps at her bedsheet, balling the fabric in her fist. each time quill thinks that she's getting used to what he's doing he adds something more, spiking her pleasure and causing her sounds to raise in pitch.
the noise catches in her throat at the next swipe of his tongue against her clit, breaths heavier, more panted. for all that she'd wanted him to hurry up before-- well, she's not admitting to anything, though as her hips lift a little to meet him she'd be mad if he stopped )
[ he can feel the way she eases into his touch, his mouth, by way of the tension in her skin. this time, when her hips move, it isn't from shock, not as she rides herself up against his tongue, the motion prompted him to rub more firmly against her slick walls.
he moans there, briefly licking at his own lips, damp with her taste, replacing his mouth with a teasing thumb that rubs up against her entrance, stroking it while he focuses more of his attentions to her clit, lapping his tongue there with firmer strokes. ]
( her fists clench tighter, hips bucking into him. god, what's coming next?
quill's not the most vocal in sex, last time his kisses had absorbed most of her noise, but what he's doing here is making her moan louder, a few higher pitched sounds that quill wouldn't have believed came from her )
Frank.
( his name is breathier, eyes shut as her head presses firmer into the bed. tension's coiling tighter in her but she's not sure she wants this to stop. not yet -- he's only just gotten started )
[ he hadn't realized the kind of sounds she could make, but there's an echo of his name, not in the form of a demand as it had been moments earlier, but with an ache, an earnest pleasure from the things he does to her now.
and suddenly he's anxious to hear more of it, the wonder in his mind of just how many times he can make her come, if the one he reaches for now will be enough. his mind races with the desire because he's plenty hard himself, bulge tight in his own jeans, even as he ignores it in favor of coaxing more of her noises, more of her taste on his tongue.
securing his lips around her clit, he gives it a pleasant suck, licks flicking faster in order to tease and tend to its built sensitivity. ]
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with the subtle rise of her smirk, his lips curve upward a little with that realization, an almost huff of a chuckle in his breath. ]
Hmm. [ he hums lightly, brows folding together as if considering the thought. ] Well, you know, this and that. Think I know how to do a thing or two with my hands. [ he brings his glass up, taking a long sip before lowering it, tongue giving a soft swipe to his lip, his voice quieter. ] My mouth.
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( she knew that he was a good kisser, that he had strong hands but what else could he do with them )
Tell me what you'd do.
( still very casual but with an unintentionally slight flirt. that part she's rusty on -- quills didn't flirt how humans did )
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Yeah, I ain't — I ain't great at the telling part.
[ an honest, modest truth. talking it up was never his forte, even if he could toss out a bit of sass with it every now and again. and maybe with a bit more build up, he'd have a little more confidence to be a bit more detailed with his words, but he hadn't drank nearly enough whiskey for it. ]
But I can show you. If you wanted me to.
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Come on.
( look, if you offer to show her she'll assume you mean you're open to it now. it's not like either of them had been sleeping. as she steps past him quill grabs for his hand to lead him away. she'll actually take him to her bedroom for this go )
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but he doesn't protest its possibility either, and when she sets down her glass, he finishes his last sips before following suit, letting her takes his hand to lead him to her bed.
when they've approached it, he gives her one last look, a soft thing with appreciation for her in his eyes before he rests his palm to her hip, leaning in to kiss her. ]
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her tongue flicks at his lips, quill leaning closer into him. should he rub at her spine, run his fingers along it'll prompt a moan from her, sounded into the kiss and something she'll encourage him to keep doing )
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neither does he ignore her guidance, fingers tracing over her back, drifting beneath the hem of her shirt to glide skin directly over skin, the heel of his hand massaging against the vertical trail of her spine, encouraged all the more with the sounds it prompts, responding with a low moan of his own in listening to her. ]
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she breaks off only to catch her breath, breathing hard as quill rests her head to his. it's a gentler motion, a careful pull as she encourages him closer to her, bending to lower herself to the bed, shifting to lay along it )
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by the time they part, he's sighing at her mouth, eyes momentarily closed as he takes in the moment, up until she's guiding him along with her as she lowers onto the bed. upon kneeling on the mattress, he shrugs off his jacket letting it fall back behind him to the floor, before he bends low.
he'll find her mouth again, hovering above her with an arm braced against the mattress, free fingers drifting low to smooth against her thigh before following a trail between her legs, a grazing touch pressing against her leggings. ]
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it's a little strange how quickly she's started getting used to being touched, even touched in ways that quill never would have before. it's still a fairly new experience having someone's hand between her legs but her body responds all the same and, as maeve showed her, sometimes it can be better than having a cock there )
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but while there's a fondness in kissing her, licking a smooth stripe to her lips, he redirects his mouth, shifting lower down her body until he's level to her belly, nudging up the hem of her shirt with his nose before leaving a trail of suckling kisses, tender as they float up her body.
with a free set of fingers, he lifts up the fabric until it rides up over her breast, the exposure leaving his mouth to kiss her nipple before encircling it with a curious tongue, rubbing fresh over the pink nub. ]
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oh.
having her breasts touched is not a new thing but having his mouth on it-- )
Do that again.
( after all the kiss had been brief and as her nipple starts to harden she wants to feel it again, to really know what his mouth on her is like. she's learning as much as he is )
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as it hardens, he'll encourage it further with his tongue, stroking with a teasing rub to listen for further responses, for any signals that convey these places she likes to be touched.
though his fingers already work at hooking into the hem of her leggings, even as his mouth remains occupied, dragging them slow along her thighs. ]
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her hips left to help the easing of her leggings, moan slipping from her as his mouth keeps working at her. fingers press lightly at his neck and even though they're only just getting started she thinks that maybe he was right -- he can be pretty useful with that mouth )
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but with her lowered leggings, his fingers drift back to the space between her thighs where that single layer of her underwear remains. rather than rushing to drag it down with the rest, he runs his fingers against its center, rubbing the thin fabric to feel where her folds lie, stroking between to coax that dampness. ]
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other quills might not notice so much, there's certainly less use of mouth and hands just because of their appearance, but it's been a learning curve here. including learning that she isn't opposed to being touched, certainly not by him.
but his mouth is one thing. the fingers, though feeling very good as he rubs against her, feel more like a tease and there's a slight gnawing need to have him inside her )
Frank.
( his name is almost growled, not like the needy wishes she'd heard from wynonna's requests. quill's more direct -- and a little demanding )
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with that firm call of his name, he leaves a nipping brush of teeth and lips at the swell of her breasts, drifting himself back to sit up on his knees. he keeps his gaze on her as he rids her fully of those layers, snatching her underwear from her hips to meet them her leggings at her calves, dragging down both to free them from her ankles, tossed behind to the floor.
but when he leans down once more, it's to lower his head between her legs, palms brushing on the smooth inside skin of either thigh to keep her parted. in a beat, he parts his mouth, dragging his tongue against those soaking folds, a vertical stripe that rises until it can swirl a lick to her clit. ]
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Wha--
( it has her pushing herself up to look down at him, finding his head nestled between her thighs and-- there's confusion at first in her expression before it slips into something a little more curious. this is new )
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his tongue roams back to her folds, licking up the slickness already conjured there before he presses in, muscle stretching to stroke in against her folds. it isn't a reach as his fingers can provide, or the thickness garnered by his cock, but it's persistent and attentive, wet as saliva mixes with her dampness, the vibration of a groan left against her skin. ]
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especially when his groan vibrates against her, her eyes closing with a heavy sigh before she lowers back to the mattress, pleased hum sounding as he keeps moving against her.
her legs move, raising as quill bends her knees, almost instinctually even though she's never done this before, giving him more space )
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his fingers still have their purposes though, guiding two against her sex to part her folds opens, exposing more of that skin for him to trail his tongue, caressing for her to feel ever tender stroke that comes from its wet texture.
and he'll time the strokes, dragging that slickness to the height where meets her clit, the expanse of a large tongue presses over the swelling button. ]
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the noise catches in her throat at the next swipe of his tongue against her clit, breaths heavier, more panted. for all that she'd wanted him to hurry up before-- well, she's not admitting to anything, though as her hips lift a little to meet him she'd be mad if he stopped )
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he moans there, briefly licking at his own lips, damp with her taste, replacing his mouth with a teasing thumb that rubs up against her entrance, stroking it while he focuses more of his attentions to her clit, lapping his tongue there with firmer strokes. ]
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( her fists clench tighter, hips bucking into him. god, what's coming next?
quill's not the most vocal in sex, last time his kisses had absorbed most of her noise, but what he's doing here is making her moan louder, a few higher pitched sounds that quill wouldn't have believed came from her )
Frank.
( his name is breathier, eyes shut as her head presses firmer into the bed. tension's coiling tighter in her but she's not sure she wants this to stop. not yet -- he's only just gotten started )
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and suddenly he's anxious to hear more of it, the wonder in his mind of just how many times he can make her come, if the one he reaches for now will be enough. his mind races with the desire because he's plenty hard himself, bulge tight in his own jeans, even as he ignores it in favor of coaxing more of her noises, more of her taste on his tongue.
securing his lips around her clit, he gives it a pleasant suck, licks flicking faster in order to tease and tend to its built sensitivity. ]
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