( 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. ]
( her body and mind have two completely different things in mind. she wants this to continue, to experience all of the sensations that he can give to her. it's her first experience like this and there's curiosity probing her mind amid the pleasure.
her body is racing, though, rushing towards an orgasm that whilst wonderful is not yet wanted. it coils tighter and tighter, quill so close and she very nearly comes when he starts to suck.
her moan becomes a little strained, nails pressing into her palm with how tightly she's balled her fist. but she has to hold on )
[ he can feel her get closer, feels in the tense motions of her body, the drift of her voice, and he wants to get her there, wants her to feel every bit of it to her core, to buck hard against his mouth in the overwhelming sensation of it.
he did after all tell her that he can be used, especially with his mouth, which he fully provides now, lips tight at her clit, tongue circling it with its wet massage.
but he'd also mentioned his hands as having its uses, and so he finds the soaking parting of her entrance, slickness that allows two fingers to curl inside before pumping them to a satisfying pace that matches his tongue's erratic flicks, fucking her all while embracing her taste. ]
( his fingers slip inside her easily with how slick she is, satisfied moan from how his touch seems to stretch everywhere -- in her, on her.
and ruining her. it's a lot more difficult to hold on now, her hips lifting against him, reaching for more.
he keeps sucking and pumping into her, quickly finding a rhythm that leaves her just hanging on the edge. her hips rock harder against him, body seeking release.
it takes only another slightly firmer suck to do it, tongue brushing over her as her hips buck up into him, words that he won't be able to make out, tongue too foreign, caught in a moan )
[ he doesn't know the language she spouts, doesn't consider where it comes from or just how foreign it really might be. all he's aware of is how she grinds up against his mouth, seeking him out through it.
he curves an arm beneath her thigh, wrapping his fingers to clutch the flesh, holding her as she moves.
his fingers press in deeply letting her ride them with her bucking hips, eyes peering up to watch her from where he presses his mouth until it becomes too much for her to bear in the cool down. ]
( he keeps working her through it, fingers and mouth expertly moving and another alien curse falls from her lips. and, thankfully, he eases her down, motions slower, lighter as she comes down, her hips stilling.
it's seconds of silence, only panted breaths on the air before quill chuckles, hands relaxing from the fists of bedding. she reaches one down to him, a desire to touch him in a different way )
You do know what you're doing.
( there's some admiration to her tone and she leans up slightly to look down at him )
[ as her hips gradually settle, so do his fingers, gliding them out of that tight clench, coated with the evidence of her release.
he laughs lightly at her compliment, nodding his head slow. casually, he slips wet fingers into his mouth, licking them clean, perhaps a purposeful display, before pressing his lips to her naked thigh, peppering languid kisses there. ]
Yeah, guess I do. [ he mutters, a hum left there on her skin before leaning up adjusting himself on his knees between her thighs, his lips a wet shine where her slickness remains. ]
( he really does know what he's doing. she's had some good sex here, including their last go, but this was something different indeed. a different sensation, things that just a cock or fingers thrust in her could never do. and she would be more than happy for him to do that again to her.
when he slides up from her quill pushes herself further up, running her leg against his. her gaze runs along him as she moves and she pulls her leg up, inching it slowly between his legs, foot nudging at his cock, at the hard bulge straining against his jeans )
Take them off.
( though her voice is still very i just got fucked good she manages to inch that command in there. he'd taken care of her very well and she'll do exactly the same for him )
[ his eyes remain on her with the movement of her leg, that gradual slide of her foot as it motions over his concealed erection, the rub of it prompting him to swallow with a sigh.
he keeps his gaze locked for a steady moment, even when she voices her command, the very sight of her enough to further fuel his arousal, splayed there on the bed, wrecked but still ready for me, already dripping at her sex.
gradually, he shuffles backwards, gaze never steering, even as he brings himself to stand fully upon the floor at the foot of her bed, snatching at his shirt to tug it over his head to reveal the expanse of muscle beneath. knowing he's a soldier, she possibly won't have to guess the reasons for the scattered points of skin discolored and molten into varied shaped scars, the largest a palm-sized circle at the top left of his chest where a bullet had once pierced through.
kicking off his boots, he works at his belt, unbuckling enough to shuffle out of his jeans, thumbs hooking at the hem of it, along with his underwear to drag it all down his thighs and to the floor, until he's left standing there, fully bare for her view. ]
( she watches appreciatively as clothes start coming off, her eyes trailing down his body as his shirt is removed before lingering on his cock as jeans come down, tongue running across her lips. her head tips back up, quill pushing herself onto her knees before tugging her top the last of the way off, tossing it over the edge of the bed.
rather than command him back to her quill moves to him, kneeling in front of him as her hands rest on his chest, looking over his muscles, the mess of scars disturbing smooth skin. it's an exploration, hands moving across his muscles, a slower trace across his scars. they're beautiful, a sign of the struggles that he's been through, his strength and power. all things that she appreciates.
she presses a kiss to his chest, trailing them up to just below his neck. her hands slide up to grip at his shoulders, feeling the strong muscles of his arms that had held her up before. she missed being close to soldiers, to that shared experience, that strength. it was something that she'd never expected to experience again )
[ for as sturdy as his body is, for a man who can sometimes hardly flinch in the face of a punch, he shivers when fingers trace upon his chest, ghost touches floating against old scars that each mark a time when he'd thrown himself into the face of danger, death threatening his recklessness. not all have origins from when he'd worn the uniform, some fresher in his time fighting on the streets of new york, some from the reality of his nightmare at the carousel where he'd lost most of what he once was.
but each signal a piece of him, his vulnerabilities he's been less keen to leave open and exposed, yet have a way of making him transparent with his soft breaths that sigh on every touch to burnt skin.
her lips are just as powerful in drifting him to a dreamy haze of subtle pleasure, his fingers working to her neck and curving across her nape, kneading at the very height of her spine. ]
Quill. [ he whispers, voice quiet with that vibration of gravel at his throat. ]
( she hums her response to her name, a soft gasp as his fingers knead at her spine, leaning into him. as ready as she was already, satisfied but still aroused by his touch, wanting more, his touches only heighten that.
her head tips up, kiss on his lips, hands moving to his neck to tug him down as she adjusts her stance, spreading her legs. she could probably lay back down, pull him on top of her as he fucks her. or he could fuck her there.
right now, contrary to all impulses, she just wants him to touch her, not particular about how. hand between her thighs, fingers over her spine, lips at her breast-- he's given her many new experiences, things she needs to explore, something that she'll be happy to come back to in future moments with him )
[ he angles his head when she seeks out his lips, parting them to offer her the full expanse of his kiss, tongue still left with traces of her taste, the scent of sex heavy on his mouth.
when she adjusts herself, he shifts to climb atop the bed with her, his knees pressing sturdily into the mattress as her guides one of her arm to encircle his neck for support, just before reaching beneath her thighs, lifting her to be seated atop his lap.
from there, he kisses her once more, passionate with tender caresses of his lips, palms gripping tightly at her hips to support her against the downward angle of his thighs.
but he lifts her in closer to him, enough to nudge her folds against the length of his cock, for a grind that doesn't push in but rubs, the stroke of it making him moan against her mouth. ]
( she kisses him even as he moves her, determined to keep that contact, running her tongue over his lips to lick off the traces of her. her head tips back as he rubs against her, slick folds making him easily move across her and one hand reaches between them, the other secure around his neck. hips lift so that she can take his cock, the press of it at her entrance pulling a soft moan from her, getting louder as she slowly moves down onto him.
she keeps her motions slow for the moment, arousal helping her to move with an easy rise and fall of her hips before quill sinks down heavier, increasing her pace as she moves. her head stays tipped back, leaning back a little, chest offered to him )
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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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her body is racing, though, rushing towards an orgasm that whilst wonderful is not yet wanted. it coils tighter and tighter, quill so close and she very nearly comes when he starts to suck.
her moan becomes a little strained, nails pressing into her palm with how tightly she's balled her fist. but she has to hold on )
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he did after all tell her that he can be used, especially with his mouth, which he fully provides now, lips tight at her clit, tongue circling it with its wet massage.
but he'd also mentioned his hands as having its uses, and so he finds the soaking parting of her entrance, slickness that allows two fingers to curl inside before pumping them to a satisfying pace that matches his tongue's erratic flicks, fucking her all while embracing her taste. ]
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and ruining her. it's a lot more difficult to hold on now, her hips lifting against him, reaching for more.
he keeps sucking and pumping into her, quickly finding a rhythm that leaves her just hanging on the edge. her hips rock harder against him, body seeking release.
it takes only another slightly firmer suck to do it, tongue brushing over her as her hips buck up into him, words that he won't be able to make out, tongue too foreign, caught in a moan )
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he curves an arm beneath her thigh, wrapping his fingers to clutch the flesh, holding her as she moves.
his fingers press in deeply letting her ride them with her bucking hips, eyes peering up to watch her from where he presses his mouth until it becomes too much for her to bear in the cool down. ]
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it's seconds of silence, only panted breaths on the air before quill chuckles, hands relaxing from the fists of bedding. she reaches one down to him, a desire to touch him in a different way )
You do know what you're doing.
( there's some admiration to her tone and she leans up slightly to look down at him )
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he laughs lightly at her compliment, nodding his head slow. casually, he slips wet fingers into his mouth, licking them clean, perhaps a purposeful display, before pressing his lips to her naked thigh, peppering languid kisses there. ]
Yeah, guess I do. [ he mutters, a hum left there on her skin before leaning up adjusting himself on his knees between her thighs, his lips a wet shine where her slickness remains. ]
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when he slides up from her quill pushes herself further up, running her leg against his. her gaze runs along him as she moves and she pulls her leg up, inching it slowly between his legs, foot nudging at his cock, at the hard bulge straining against his jeans )
Take them off.
( though her voice is still very i just got fucked good she manages to inch that command in there. he'd taken care of her very well and she'll do exactly the same for him )
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he keeps his gaze locked for a steady moment, even when she voices her command, the very sight of her enough to further fuel his arousal, splayed there on the bed, wrecked but still ready for me, already dripping at her sex.
gradually, he shuffles backwards, gaze never steering, even as he brings himself to stand fully upon the floor at the foot of her bed, snatching at his shirt to tug it over his head to reveal the expanse of muscle beneath. knowing he's a soldier, she possibly won't have to guess the reasons for the scattered points of skin discolored and molten into varied shaped scars, the largest a palm-sized circle at the top left of his chest where a bullet had once pierced through.
kicking off his boots, he works at his belt, unbuckling enough to shuffle out of his jeans, thumbs hooking at the hem of it, along with his underwear to drag it all down his thighs and to the floor, until he's left standing there, fully bare for her view. ]
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rather than command him back to her quill moves to him, kneeling in front of him as her hands rest on his chest, looking over his muscles, the mess of scars disturbing smooth skin. it's an exploration, hands moving across his muscles, a slower trace across his scars. they're beautiful, a sign of the struggles that he's been through, his strength and power. all things that she appreciates.
she presses a kiss to his chest, trailing them up to just below his neck. her hands slide up to grip at his shoulders, feeling the strong muscles of his arms that had held her up before. she missed being close to soldiers, to that shared experience, that strength. it was something that she'd never expected to experience again )
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but each signal a piece of him, his vulnerabilities he's been less keen to leave open and exposed, yet have a way of making him transparent with his soft breaths that sigh on every touch to burnt skin.
her lips are just as powerful in drifting him to a dreamy haze of subtle pleasure, his fingers working to her neck and curving across her nape, kneading at the very height of her spine. ]
Quill. [ he whispers, voice quiet with that vibration of gravel at his throat. ]
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her head tips up, kiss on his lips, hands moving to his neck to tug him down as she adjusts her stance, spreading her legs. she could probably lay back down, pull him on top of her as he fucks her. or he could fuck her there.
right now, contrary to all impulses, she just wants him to touch her, not particular about how. hand between her thighs, fingers over her spine, lips at her breast-- he's given her many new experiences, things she needs to explore, something that she'll be happy to come back to in future moments with him )
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when she adjusts herself, he shifts to climb atop the bed with her, his knees pressing sturdily into the mattress as her guides one of her arm to encircle his neck for support, just before reaching beneath her thighs, lifting her to be seated atop his lap.
from there, he kisses her once more, passionate with tender caresses of his lips, palms gripping tightly at her hips to support her against the downward angle of his thighs.
but he lifts her in closer to him, enough to nudge her folds against the length of his cock, for a grind that doesn't push in but rubs, the stroke of it making him moan against her mouth. ]
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she keeps her motions slow for the moment, arousal helping her to move with an easy rise and fall of her hips before quill sinks down heavier, increasing her pace as she moves. her head stays tipped back, leaning back a little, chest offered to him )
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