[ 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 )
[ as pleasant as the grind is, slickness making it easy to rub at her, to feel the heavy press against his cock, anxious for touch from how hard he's become, aroused by how eager she'd been against his mouth, she improves it. in an instant, she's adjusting them, aligning his length until it's angled to her entrance, wet heat slowly enveloping him.
the sensation leaves him emitting a low grunt, aiding to guide her hips over him until she's pressed deeply to the hilt.
still, it's left to her pace to start, waiting for her to find the motions that she finds comfortable before he lifts his own hips, finding a rhythm to fuck her in the same way that she rides him.
as the moans fall easy, he leans forward for his lips to find her collarbone, head dipping to part his mouth, suckling kisses left at her breast. ]
( hand moves to grip the arm that's around him, hips meeting his in quick thrusts as he moves to meet her, moan rising at their motions. his lips at her breast sends a tingle through her and she arches her back to move more to him, a press at his neck to encourage his touch.
her hand on his arm grips tighter to keep her steady, a small twist of her hips as she rocks back down onto him. it has his cock brushing just a little different, closing her eyes with a pleased hum, repeating it as she sinks down again )
[ somehow it's become a mixture of their first time together and a bundle of the rest of the night; the first had been a great degree of spontaneity, simply taking care of a problem, but this time, there's an increased ration of trust, reading it in the way that she holds herself around him, how they both move their bodies to find a set rhythm they can find satisfaction in.
and as she tilts herself back, her fingers clenching tightly onto him for support, with a strength that betrays the initial perception of a woman her size, he frees one set of fingers positioned at her ass to wrap around a breast, forefinger and thumb stretched beneath it to press it up to his mouth, tongue flicking at her nipple without the same degree of control as before, not as their bodies rock relentlessly, trying to maintain that angle that keeps him pressing deeply within her on every matching thrust. ]
( it might not be the perfect touch but it's the touch that quill desires, a satisfied sound as his tongue moves over hardened nipple. having more of that touch, mouth teasing as it did before would require them to stop which she's not willing to do.
her thighs squeeze at him, an instinctive motion and there's a low moan as quill leans back into him, thrusts rubbing a different angle for those moments, breast closer to him )
Harder.
( it's a rare request and not specific as to whether she means his touch at her breast or his thrusts. either would be good though with how sensitive she is from her earlier orgasm, arousal high, it's a dangerous request that could (if he did it too well) make her come sooner )
[ he registers every sound she makes, how she echoes the response of pleasure from the messy strokes to her nipple. it's all notes he takes, memorizing those places that lure those noises most, places he'll return to another time.
she arches her body closer, breast firm against his mouth and upon her command, he parts his lips, teeth pressing against the flesh with a strained groan slipping from his throat.
gripping fingernails at her rear, he gets a sturdier hold of her, hips bucking harder, sleek noises rising from how he deeply he pressing into her wet sex. ]
( it's still gentle compared to how another quill might respond to her, someone used to such a thing, but it's a thrill all the same. teeth biting at her, hand clutching as he thrusts firm are what she's seeking, that tingle on the edge of what could be pain soaring her pleasure.
and he'll hear the effect of it, a louder moan, more cried out but full of all those little signs of how much she enjoys it.
hand around his neck presses at his head, urging him again. she's getting close now, using this to send her over that edge rather than resisting it as she had before )
[ there's something adoring in the softer form of affections, in grazing her skin with peppered kisses, lapping at her folds for those tender strokes; but there's a more urgent roughness to this that he basks in, too, that rush of movement, of harsher slaps of flesh when she rides over him.
she moans from his bite and he doesn't need the further guidance to do it again, teeth scraping across her skin with the grunts that follow.
he's nearing it too, fucking her faster with the lift of his hips, the build continuing to escalating from the lingering taste of her in his mouth and the addictive tightness that strokes hard over him on every thrust. ]
( it says something as well about the sounds that he's pulling from her, the louder pitch of her moans compared to the usual softness combined with the way she's moving against him.
her head dips to rest on his, nails pressing into him, his bite and sharper thrusts pushing her over, sounding pleasure by his ear.
her hand grabs firmer on his as a balance, keeping herself righted as she rides him through it, firm thrusts then slowing to a gentle rock of her hips, with a heavy panting of breaths )
[ his arms encircle her waist, palms pressing firm to the skin of her back, warmth of her there as overwhelming as the heat that pools over between his legs.
he responds to his release with a harsh grunt, rolling his hips up to fill her entirely, warm and slick.
his mouth finds her cheek, hiding his face against it as he rides through that climax of pleasure. ]
( she leans into his touch, a gentle nudging against his mouth, body relaxing, resting in the firm embrace of his arms as her hips slow to a stop.
she lets herself rest there, heavy breaths, muscles of her legs almost burning from how she's sat, a less practiced position of late, a content hum as she catches her breath.
for the moment, well fucked and happy, quill is content to stay there, resting for a time until he shifts or needs her to move )
[ he holds her with a firmness to keep her steady and supported against his lap, but his nose nuzzles to her cheek with a soft graze, a contrast to the earlier bite of his teeth.
he sighs there, the heat of her breath on his skin, keeping him well aware of her continued presence as much as the warmth of her where they remain connected, unrushed to pull apart.
his lips brush gently to her jaw, the curve of it guiding a soft trail of his kisses, languid and absent-minded in the afterglow. ]
( her arm releases from the grip around his neck, secure in his arms, hand coming to rest on his cheek. she lets him trail his kisses before nudging his head back up, dipping hers to catch his lips.
her kiss is soft, light brush of her lips, all of the fierce need and impatience of earlier gone. now it's a quieter need, relaxed in the simple touch of his arms around her, the softer brush of his lips.
it's a kind of touch that she hasn't felt in a while, too hurried in her usual encounters. even the last time that they were together was brief but this-- it feels nice, stirring buried memories of when something like this was simpler )
[ the fingers that brush against his cheek are almost softer than he expects, a predecessor to the slip of her mouth on his, a gentle caress that spells the quiet of their hold now, how they remain perched in one another's arms, unrushed to progress so quickly beyond this.
but there's a slight ache in his thighs from the prolonged position, tense now from how he'd been rocking his body so forcibly while resting his knees from the mattress.
he puts a firm hold on her back to keep her close to him, support offered to keep them nudged together even as he leans hid body forward, resting her back against the mattress before he follows suit, half of his body resting to the side of her to keep his own weight from sinking into her. his palm remains at her waist, steady as he lets their kisses carry on, stolen in languid beats. ]
( there's a slight relief when he moves them back, using the seconds before he kisses her again to stretch her legs out.
they're in no hurry and that, as slow kisses continue, feels a rare thing. a lost thing. when was the last time she'd just allowed herself a moment like this in her lovers embrace?
there's a nudge with her nose as she moves her lips from his, head dipping as she rests it to his neck, just where it meets his shoulder. and she sighs, a soft, contented little thing )
[ he lets himself drown in these moments when the opportunity rises, aware of their rarity and his inability to keep them snatched for long. not only is it a soldier's burden but with credit to many of his own personal demons, he hasn't known how to live in the silence.
everything remains a battlefield, in his fists, in his mind, even here where he seeks the chase of a thrill in the streets, settling for low time criminals to ease the urging monster instead.
but then there's minutes he can steal like this, holding a woman close to his body, eyes drawn close, her mouth tender to his neck with soft caresses, and he finds for a brief moment, he can breathe. even if it's, as always, faded to vanish when the reality slithers its way back in.
for now, though, he holds quill for as long as she allows, tips of his fingers grazing over her shoulder and ghost touches gliding across to the bone of her back, soaking it all in for all its worth. ]
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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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the sensation leaves him emitting a low grunt, aiding to guide her hips over him until she's pressed deeply to the hilt.
still, it's left to her pace to start, waiting for her to find the motions that she finds comfortable before he lifts his own hips, finding a rhythm to fuck her in the same way that she rides him.
as the moans fall easy, he leans forward for his lips to find her collarbone, head dipping to part his mouth, suckling kisses left at her breast. ]
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her hand on his arm grips tighter to keep her steady, a small twist of her hips as she rocks back down onto him. it has his cock brushing just a little different, closing her eyes with a pleased hum, repeating it as she sinks down again )
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and as she tilts herself back, her fingers clenching tightly onto him for support, with a strength that betrays the initial perception of a woman her size, he frees one set of fingers positioned at her ass to wrap around a breast, forefinger and thumb stretched beneath it to press it up to his mouth, tongue flicking at her nipple without the same degree of control as before, not as their bodies rock relentlessly, trying to maintain that angle that keeps him pressing deeply within her on every matching thrust. ]
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her thighs squeeze at him, an instinctive motion and there's a low moan as quill leans back into him, thrusts rubbing a different angle for those moments, breast closer to him )
Harder.
( it's a rare request and not specific as to whether she means his touch at her breast or his thrusts. either would be good though with how sensitive she is from her earlier orgasm, arousal high, it's a dangerous request that could (if he did it too well) make her come sooner )
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she arches her body closer, breast firm against his mouth and upon her command, he parts his lips, teeth pressing against the flesh with a strained groan slipping from his throat.
gripping fingernails at her rear, he gets a sturdier hold of her, hips bucking harder, sleek noises rising from how he deeply he pressing into her wet sex. ]
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and he'll hear the effect of it, a louder moan, more cried out but full of all those little signs of how much she enjoys it.
hand around his neck presses at his head, urging him again. she's getting close now, using this to send her over that edge rather than resisting it as she had before )
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she moans from his bite and he doesn't need the further guidance to do it again, teeth scraping across her skin with the grunts that follow.
he's nearing it too, fucking her faster with the lift of his hips, the build continuing to escalating from the lingering taste of her in his mouth and the addictive tightness that strokes hard over him on every thrust. ]
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her head dips to rest on his, nails pressing into him, his bite and sharper thrusts pushing her over, sounding pleasure by his ear.
her hand grabs firmer on his as a balance, keeping herself righted as she rides him through it, firm thrusts then slowing to a gentle rock of her hips, with a heavy panting of breaths )
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he responds to his release with a harsh grunt, rolling his hips up to fill her entirely, warm and slick.
his mouth finds her cheek, hiding his face against it as he rides through that climax of pleasure. ]
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she lets herself rest there, heavy breaths, muscles of her legs almost burning from how she's sat, a less practiced position of late, a content hum as she catches her breath.
for the moment, well fucked and happy, quill is content to stay there, resting for a time until he shifts or needs her to move )
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he sighs there, the heat of her breath on his skin, keeping him well aware of her continued presence as much as the warmth of her where they remain connected, unrushed to pull apart.
his lips brush gently to her jaw, the curve of it guiding a soft trail of his kisses, languid and absent-minded in the afterglow. ]
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her kiss is soft, light brush of her lips, all of the fierce need and impatience of earlier gone. now it's a quieter need, relaxed in the simple touch of his arms around her, the softer brush of his lips.
it's a kind of touch that she hasn't felt in a while, too hurried in her usual encounters. even the last time that they were together was brief but this-- it feels nice, stirring buried memories of when something like this was simpler )
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but there's a slight ache in his thighs from the prolonged position, tense now from how he'd been rocking his body so forcibly while resting his knees from the mattress.
he puts a firm hold on her back to keep her close to him, support offered to keep them nudged together even as he leans hid body forward, resting her back against the mattress before he follows suit, half of his body resting to the side of her to keep his own weight from sinking into her. his palm remains at her waist, steady as he lets their kisses carry on, stolen in languid beats. ]
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they're in no hurry and that, as slow kisses continue, feels a rare thing. a lost thing. when was the last time she'd just allowed herself a moment like this in her lovers embrace?
there's a nudge with her nose as she moves her lips from his, head dipping as she rests it to his neck, just where it meets his shoulder. and she sighs, a soft, contented little thing )
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everything remains a battlefield, in his fists, in his mind, even here where he seeks the chase of a thrill in the streets, settling for low time criminals to ease the urging monster instead.
but then there's minutes he can steal like this, holding a woman close to his body, eyes drawn close, her mouth tender to his neck with soft caresses, and he finds for a brief moment, he can breathe. even if it's, as always, faded to vanish when the reality slithers its way back in.
for now, though, he holds quill for as long as she allows, tips of his fingers grazing over her shoulder and ghost touches gliding across to the bone of her back, soaking it all in for all its worth. ]
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