[ She's warm on his tongue, a brand of wet that he wouldn't need much more effort to coax, and the display of her existing arousal practically paralleling his own, fully erect and attentive with the undeniable want of her.
He could have remained in his apartment, let her have the opportunity to rest as she'd seemed to have been lulling towards; he doesn't regret making the long trip, of repeating mistakes again and again in falling into this addictive routine with her β touching her, tasting her, fucking her. They're his own private comforts, for as long as she seeks it out from him, false securities in these nights belonging to them alone.
Gripping her thighs, he lingers at her folds, stroking slow but full, sliding across the entirety of it as if refusing to miss an opportunity to blend the slick evidence of her heat with his own saliva. Yet it isn't long before his tongue takes advantage of the parted entry, gliding past to stroke it inside for as far as the muscle can reach. ]
[ He could have stayed. She could have let the question between them drop, when asked if she wanted him to come here. She could have said no, begged off for sleep, come up with a lame excuse about needing sleep after a long day of work that neither of them would've fully bought. But he'd asked her, and she hadn't been able to deny this, deny herself him.
He's given her his mouth before but never with her kneeling over him, straddling his face, and even if she does have the advantage of being on top there's a small amount of helplessness in it too, of being bound to whatever sensation he chooses to deliver to her via the strokes of his tongue, the suction of his lips. Her hand slips out from between her thighs to brace against the mattress and then she leans forward, because she hasn't forgotten about the other desire she expressed to him once before, about taking his cock in her mouth deep enough to make herself gag, and she wants to follow through.
Of course, that's the same moment he presses his tongue into her and she freezes halfway in her crawl down his body, a sudden shudder coursing down her spine and triggering the grinding roll of her hips, seeking out that slick penetration. ] Fuck, right there.
[ There's a fondness for this, for this varied position, where there's so much shared power, where she can move freely as her body instinctively guides her and he's merely there to abide, to let his tongue run to where she wants it. Because even as her body leans forward, he doesn't relent from the shift, still lifting his jaw up to adjust for any movements, using them to his attention for a more notable brush.
Any moan she releases from above, any sharp swear that bordering on pleasure, he wants to hear more, following suit with his playful tongue to fights to be inside of her, lapping at her soaked walls with fervor and hunger.
He hadn't seen himself falling into urges like this when he'd found himself in the city, hadn't considered the lust for positions like these after so long of wanting nothing, of not tending himself to pleasure when he'd adjusted the order of his priorities, but he's conscious of the weakness for it now, how merely having her there is enough to realign his wants to an altered order; tonight, eating her out until she's quivering rises to the top of that list. ]
[ She's bowled over for those few lingering beats that he thoroughly laps at her, tongue delving deep to coax another low moan from her throat and a twitch of her hips, something stuttering and jagged as she fixates more on the feeling of it rather than any need for elegance. Liquid heat pools in her tailbone and she clutches a fistful of the comforter, biting down hard on her lower lip because fuck, he's bound to make her come already if she's not careful.
She'll let that sensitivity stack up on itself and build into something even stronger, and she can distract herself even more readily once she gets to indulge herself in putting her mouth on him in return, steadying her weight with a forearm braced on top of his thigh as she leans forward enough to coil the fingers of one hand around the base of his cock.
The fact that he's even permitted her to make this reciprocal is something she doesn't want to take advantage of, doesn't want to steal her pleasure while neglecting his, but he'll likely be able to decipher just how much sucking him off turns her on with his mouth where it is. Her lips part to take him in, gradual and easing, and she moans at the heat, the salt of his shaft on her tongue, rolling her shoulders forward in an attempt to see just how much she can handle before she has to ease off, before the size of him threatens her gag reflex. ]
[ He could get lost in this, and if she happened to settle for merely taking from him, he'd find little reason to argue. Because he can give and give and give if she allowed him, to let her bask in the heat of his mouth meeting that of her sex, to spoil her with the persistence motions of his tongue wanting to taste the drip of her as it grinds low on his parted lips.
But when Wynonna sets her mind to something, there's little to keep her from it, and so when he feels that sudden wrap of her mouth, the rise in heat that surrounds his cock with a newfound desired pressure, he staggers for a brief moment, gasping against pink skin with an involuntary groan. It's not gradual introduction, no drifting tease; she takes in his length and sucks, and his hips tense at the relief of it, a satisfied twitch left against her tongue.
His own won't cease its offering, fucking her still with the persistent strength of that muscle, making do with the stretch it can offer to penetrate at her slick walls. ]
[ She's given pleasure to him while deriving her own enjoyment from it plenty of times before, sinking down to her knees in front of him or crawling down the length of his body until she can get her mouth on his cock, always keeping one ear out for that sound he makes the first second she envelopes him with that heated pressure, the light suction that makes her cheeks hollow. It's one of few instances she lets herself get sloppy with her satisfaction in performing it all, her enthusiasm manifesting in the gloss of saliva that coats his shaft and occasionally drips down from the pout of her mouth.
And she dives in to it now with similar eagerness, arching her back as he pulses on her tongue, groans from his recline between her thighs, prompting a responsive moan from low in her throat.
They're spurring each other on now, his tongue responding in fervid kind while she focuses on the sheer task of discovering just deep she can swallow him down, her hands momentarily gathering her hair up and over her shoulder to get it out of the way before she can relax her jaw and rotate forward, refusing to stop until the tip of him nudges the back of her throat. ]
[ His mouth parts from her for the mere chance to breathe, the sharp intake of breath a natural course at the heightened sensations from her exploratory lips. She's taking in deep, testing the limits of resistance and it's felt in the drag of her tongue along the shaft, the tightening press between it and the roof of her mouth, trapped in its hot grasp.
Wynonna is never shy in the wake of sucking him off, each time she takes him in almost like a playful game where he can imagine the prideful look in her eyes if their position were adjusted. He's seen the slyness of it before when she's perched between his legs, peering up at him from her knees as she bobs her head. It's a view he misses, something oddly exhilarating in her watchful eye as she breaks him down, but it isn't as if he's disappointed as its substitute.
His thumb runs across the slickness of her folds, preliminary juices dragged with his skin to stroke over a sensitive nub, finger circling a rhythmic back-and-forth to her clit as his tongue dips back up to lick at the wet mess of her entrance. ]
[ It's as much a challenge for herself as it is a move designed to reciprocate as much pleasure as she can give him, an exchange for what he's offered to her with the strong slide of his tongue, those firm strokes that are already starting to make her hips lift with a neediness she can't bring herself to be self-conscious about. She's thoroughly distracted now, driven by her own desire to see this through, to indulge her own curiosity about how much she can take before she butts right up against the barrier of her comfort zone.
She moans around him, the sound leaving its own vibration that ripples down the length of him pushing deep into her mouth and further still, and she has to pull back just for a moment to breathe, to briefly swap her mouth for her hand, grip made slick as she works it over his cock in slow, even motions.
But she's also not against the idea of letting him in on how much she's enjoying herself, and a soft keening sound precedes the shift of her lower half, a rocking that brings her flush with his face. ] Baby, that feels so good. [ She's still whimpering while she returns her mouth to him, and now it's less about the finesse, the elegance of it and closer to finding those spots that will conjure his sounds, bring him edging to that release with the mess of her spit and more enthusiastic sucking. ]
[ Her words are encouragement in more than just driving him to lick her just right, but in prompting the rise of a hungry moan, an almost growl vibrating within the sound as he revels in the mutual exchange of pleasure, in how she rocks to ride the wave of his tongue sliding against her smooth slickness.
And he's getting closer, he knows it, his thighs tensing under the wake of her gliding fingers, her lips soon returning to slope over his sticky length with such encouraging motion. ] Fuck. [ He mutters, strained and biting from his throat, breath heavy on her skin as fingers slide across the curved arch of her back, hands smoothing over that bend she offers over his body just to have him in her mouth, to keep her thighs pressed to his cheeks.
He groans again, palms working over her rear and gripping, fingertips finding a steady hold on her ass as his tongue motions over her clit and laps with kindled fervor. ]
[ Slippery fingers fist a grip in the bedsheets beneath them as he holds her fast, seizes her, spreads her wide with his hands and licks up into her over and over, and she doesn't want to yield the taste of his cock in her mouth but she has to in order to moan again, louder this time, knees shifting as her thighs begin to quiver, eyes squeezing shut with the intensity of it. ]
Yeah, fuck, right there rightthere β [ She's going to leave a mess, she thinks, leave him shining with her, she can already tell he won't stop until she's left sticky and trembling.
That knowledge is what finally tilts her toward that razor-thin edge and beyond it, and she tips her cheek against his hip, pillowing it against the curve of bone while her hand takes over with a quick, hard stroke around his cock, one that stutters when she finally shatters with a wave that travels down the length of her spine. She's still riding through it when she exchanges hand for mouth again, moans slipping down the shaft along with the steady bobbing of her head, the filthy wet sounds of her sucking. ]
[ He holds her tighter when her body quakes beneath his hands, when he tastes the warmth of her heavy on his tongue, wet and painting his lips with everything he desires from her. And if it merely her hovering over his mouth, swaying her hips against his cheeks, he'd keep himself there still, licking her dry until he's swatted by her fingers to stop, until it becomes too much for her to bear that steady lapping.
But he draws his face back, if only because she hasn't given up on him yet, not when she's tensing above him and yet still finding the will to part her mouth on his cock with determination for keeping him slick with her spit.
He can hear the lewd echoes of her succulent lips, but the sensations of her rolling tongue and that press from all sides within her mouth is far stronger. Turning his head, he digs his face into her thigh, fingers tightening on her flesh and he moans over the course of a continuing build. ] Wynonna, fuck, Wynonna β [ The moans cut off with a strained noise in his throat, letting himself go, warm come streaming right against the roof of her mouth. ]
[ He holds it in until he can't anymore, and she collects it all, every drop of him sudden and salty against her tongue, so much she's forced to swallow once and then again before inevitably withdrawing and easing off him, sprawling out along his side. She's already chuckling, light and relaxed, unable to stifle the grin in her expression as her head lolls to one side, far enough for her temple to nudge against the outside of his thigh.
It strikes her then that both of them have basically succumbed to what could technically be referred to as a booty call, though they'd taken their sweet time getting to this point, her own curious inquiry into his whereabouts turning into a conversation that had somehow culminated in her inviting him over her to begin with β but she won't mention it if he doesn't, instead more than content to linger in the comfortable aftermath they've created for themselves as she allows herself to recover.
But she won't do it from this position, slowly rising up with a shove against the mattress and a soft grunt of effort in order to drive herself up toward the headboard and stretch out next to him, elbow digging into the pillows while she props her head up in her hand. ] Can't say I've done that in more than a minute.
[ He takes a long breath and then another, eased into shut eyes and his head nestling back into the pillow when she licks him clean, a lazy smile on his lips from how incredibly tender she is, more so when he hears the lightness of her laugh from below.
There's something oddly sweet in this when it should be anything but, when it's merely a spontaneous craving for sex that had him travel long across the city just to supply it.
( It's not just sex, and they know it, it's there when they linger close to one another, it's there when she laughs, it's there when he smiles, but they won't say it, won't, can't β )
He opens his eyes again only when she's lifted herself to level with him, lids fluttering up with a tilt of his head to the side to find the soft glow of her eyes in the darkness. With her hovering so close, he's helpless in raising his hand, the back of his finger gliding gently, languidly, against her cheek as his gaze gets consumed by the sight of her. ] Oh, yeah? Well, from my angle, I'd say you did a pretty decent job on it, Earp. [ He chuckles with the tease, a lazy lick swept across his lip. ] Ten stars.
[ He can't stay; he never does, not even when they're half-tangled up like this with one of her legs easing across the both of his to notch herself more effectively at his hip, arm resting limp across his middle. He's never stuck around and she'll never ask him to but for these few precious moments, they can both dwell in something they have no business being a part of β not here, not in this place that already demands so much of them.
He guides a hand toward her and she freezes β mid-motion, mid-smile, like she's not quite sure what he's intent on doing until that finger slips across the side of her face, finds the prominent indent beneath her cheek, and she turns her head into it, features softening from that broad grin into something smaller, subtler. ] Yeah?
[ The glide of pink tongue over the seam of his lips prompts her to spontaneously dive in to chase it, a residual spike of arousal driving her forward until she can catch it with her own, and she whimpers a little when she realizes she can taste herself on him, letting the kiss persist for several beats before she withdraws to murmur. ] Well, turns out I'm a pretty big fan of your mouth.
[ He won't stay because eventually sense comes to him, that he shouldn't linger, that this is a fleeting affair between two people lost in a world they aren't a part of. He'll find himself eventually back where he belongs, where circumstances will properly breathe life into the Punisher again β not in this bed, not in the quieter moments that follow, for as long as the warmth between their skins is meant to last.
When she slips her leg up, he braces it against him with the slide of his palm against her thigh, his thumb smoothing over the naked skin with unconscious rhythm. The focus remains on her eyes, on the soft curvature of her smile until she's closing in the space with a kiss, sex still heavy on both of their tongues but somehow sweet and tender all the same despite the wet caress of their lips. ]
Let's just say I felt pretty inspired by what I had in front of me. [ He kisses her again, lazy still but lingering and seeking more of her mouth, if only to bask without distraction before he finds sense to pick himself up from this bed. ]
[ In the end, it works out for her just fine too β at least, that's what she tells herself, never normally one to permit herself to hang around because that would signal the beginnings of something she isn't in any way qualified to follow through on, something deeper than what she can afford to get tangled up in. Physically, though, she's more than content to keep them half-entwined, voicing a sigh while his hand smooths across her thigh and her mouth plays across his, that heat between them not completely abated yet.
She'll choose to chalk it up to the fact that they've simply managed to get pretty freaking good at this, never once harboring the significant thought that this is about anything more than helping one another avoid the horrors of unblocking and just enjoying themselves in the process. ]
No surprise there. I am very motivating. [ That and maybe she'd done her best to wear down his reservations about stopping by this late; she'll never fess up to that part, though. Mouths seal and she hums quietly, fingertips clutching against the strength of his abdomen. ]
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He could have remained in his apartment, let her have the opportunity to rest as she'd seemed to have been lulling towards; he doesn't regret making the long trip, of repeating mistakes again and again in falling into this addictive routine with her β touching her, tasting her, fucking her. They're his own private comforts, for as long as she seeks it out from him, false securities in these nights belonging to them alone.
Gripping her thighs, he lingers at her folds, stroking slow but full, sliding across the entirety of it as if refusing to miss an opportunity to blend the slick evidence of her heat with his own saliva. Yet it isn't long before his tongue takes advantage of the parted entry, gliding past to stroke it inside for as far as the muscle can reach. ]
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He's given her his mouth before but never with her kneeling over him, straddling his face, and even if she does have the advantage of being on top there's a small amount of helplessness in it too, of being bound to whatever sensation he chooses to deliver to her via the strokes of his tongue, the suction of his lips. Her hand slips out from between her thighs to brace against the mattress and then she leans forward, because she hasn't forgotten about the other desire she expressed to him once before, about taking his cock in her mouth deep enough to make herself gag, and she wants to follow through.
Of course, that's the same moment he presses his tongue into her and she freezes halfway in her crawl down his body, a sudden shudder coursing down her spine and triggering the grinding roll of her hips, seeking out that slick penetration. ] Fuck, right there.
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Any moan she releases from above, any sharp swear that bordering on pleasure, he wants to hear more, following suit with his playful tongue to fights to be inside of her, lapping at her soaked walls with fervor and hunger.
He hadn't seen himself falling into urges like this when he'd found himself in the city, hadn't considered the lust for positions like these after so long of wanting nothing, of not tending himself to pleasure when he'd adjusted the order of his priorities, but he's conscious of the weakness for it now, how merely having her there is enough to realign his wants to an altered order; tonight, eating her out until she's quivering rises to the top of that list. ]
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She'll let that sensitivity stack up on itself and build into something even stronger, and she can distract herself even more readily once she gets to indulge herself in putting her mouth on him in return, steadying her weight with a forearm braced on top of his thigh as she leans forward enough to coil the fingers of one hand around the base of his cock.
The fact that he's even permitted her to make this reciprocal is something she doesn't want to take advantage of, doesn't want to steal her pleasure while neglecting his, but he'll likely be able to decipher just how much sucking him off turns her on with his mouth where it is. Her lips part to take him in, gradual and easing, and she moans at the heat, the salt of his shaft on her tongue, rolling her shoulders forward in an attempt to see just how much she can handle before she has to ease off, before the size of him threatens her gag reflex. ]
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But when Wynonna sets her mind to something, there's little to keep her from it, and so when he feels that sudden wrap of her mouth, the rise in heat that surrounds his cock with a newfound desired pressure, he staggers for a brief moment, gasping against pink skin with an involuntary groan. It's not gradual introduction, no drifting tease; she takes in his length and sucks, and his hips tense at the relief of it, a satisfied twitch left against her tongue.
His own won't cease its offering, fucking her still with the persistent strength of that muscle, making do with the stretch it can offer to penetrate at her slick walls. ]
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And she dives in to it now with similar eagerness, arching her back as he pulses on her tongue, groans from his recline between her thighs, prompting a responsive moan from low in her throat.
They're spurring each other on now, his tongue responding in fervid kind while she focuses on the sheer task of discovering just deep she can swallow him down, her hands momentarily gathering her hair up and over her shoulder to get it out of the way before she can relax her jaw and rotate forward, refusing to stop until the tip of him nudges the back of her throat. ]
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Wynonna is never shy in the wake of sucking him off, each time she takes him in almost like a playful game where he can imagine the prideful look in her eyes if their position were adjusted. He's seen the slyness of it before when she's perched between his legs, peering up at him from her knees as she bobs her head. It's a view he misses, something oddly exhilarating in her watchful eye as she breaks him down, but it isn't as if he's disappointed as its substitute.
His thumb runs across the slickness of her folds, preliminary juices dragged with his skin to stroke over a sensitive nub, finger circling a rhythmic back-and-forth to her clit as his tongue dips back up to lick at the wet mess of her entrance. ]
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She moans around him, the sound leaving its own vibration that ripples down the length of him pushing deep into her mouth and further still, and she has to pull back just for a moment to breathe, to briefly swap her mouth for her hand, grip made slick as she works it over his cock in slow, even motions.
But she's also not against the idea of letting him in on how much she's enjoying herself, and a soft keening sound precedes the shift of her lower half, a rocking that brings her flush with his face. ] Baby, that feels so good. [ She's still whimpering while she returns her mouth to him, and now it's less about the finesse, the elegance of it and closer to finding those spots that will conjure his sounds, bring him edging to that release with the mess of her spit and more enthusiastic sucking. ]
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And he's getting closer, he knows it, his thighs tensing under the wake of her gliding fingers, her lips soon returning to slope over his sticky length with such encouraging motion. ] Fuck. [ He mutters, strained and biting from his throat, breath heavy on her skin as fingers slide across the curved arch of her back, hands smoothing over that bend she offers over his body just to have him in her mouth, to keep her thighs pressed to his cheeks.
He groans again, palms working over her rear and gripping, fingertips finding a steady hold on her ass as his tongue motions over her clit and laps with kindled fervor. ]
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Yeah, fuck, right there rightthere β [ She's going to leave a mess, she thinks, leave him shining with her, she can already tell he won't stop until she's left sticky and trembling.
That knowledge is what finally tilts her toward that razor-thin edge and beyond it, and she tips her cheek against his hip, pillowing it against the curve of bone while her hand takes over with a quick, hard stroke around his cock, one that stutters when she finally shatters with a wave that travels down the length of her spine. She's still riding through it when she exchanges hand for mouth again, moans slipping down the shaft along with the steady bobbing of her head, the filthy wet sounds of her sucking. ]
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But he draws his face back, if only because she hasn't given up on him yet, not when she's tensing above him and yet still finding the will to part her mouth on his cock with determination for keeping him slick with her spit.
He can hear the lewd echoes of her succulent lips, but the sensations of her rolling tongue and that press from all sides within her mouth is far stronger. Turning his head, he digs his face into her thigh, fingers tightening on her flesh and he moans over the course of a continuing build. ] Wynonna, fuck, Wynonna β [ The moans cut off with a strained noise in his throat, letting himself go, warm come streaming right against the roof of her mouth. ]
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It strikes her then that both of them have basically succumbed to what could technically be referred to as a booty call, though they'd taken their sweet time getting to this point, her own curious inquiry into his whereabouts turning into a conversation that had somehow culminated in her inviting him over her to begin with β but she won't mention it if he doesn't, instead more than content to linger in the comfortable aftermath they've created for themselves as she allows herself to recover.
But she won't do it from this position, slowly rising up with a shove against the mattress and a soft grunt of effort in order to drive herself up toward the headboard and stretch out next to him, elbow digging into the pillows while she props her head up in her hand. ] Can't say I've done that in more than a minute.
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There's something oddly sweet in this when it should be anything but, when it's merely a spontaneous craving for sex that had him travel long across the city just to supply it.
( It's not just sex, and they know it, it's there when they linger close to one another, it's there when she laughs, it's there when he smiles, but they won't say it, won't, can't β )
He opens his eyes again only when she's lifted herself to level with him, lids fluttering up with a tilt of his head to the side to find the soft glow of her eyes in the darkness. With her hovering so close, he's helpless in raising his hand, the back of his finger gliding gently, languidly, against her cheek as his gaze gets consumed by the sight of her. ] Oh, yeah? Well, from my angle, I'd say you did a pretty decent job on it, Earp. [ He chuckles with the tease, a lazy lick swept across his lip. ] Ten stars.
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He guides a hand toward her and she freezes β mid-motion, mid-smile, like she's not quite sure what he's intent on doing until that finger slips across the side of her face, finds the prominent indent beneath her cheek, and she turns her head into it, features softening from that broad grin into something smaller, subtler. ] Yeah?
[ The glide of pink tongue over the seam of his lips prompts her to spontaneously dive in to chase it, a residual spike of arousal driving her forward until she can catch it with her own, and she whimpers a little when she realizes she can taste herself on him, letting the kiss persist for several beats before she withdraws to murmur. ] Well, turns out I'm a pretty big fan of your mouth.
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When she slips her leg up, he braces it against him with the slide of his palm against her thigh, his thumb smoothing over the naked skin with unconscious rhythm. The focus remains on her eyes, on the soft curvature of her smile until she's closing in the space with a kiss, sex still heavy on both of their tongues but somehow sweet and tender all the same despite the wet caress of their lips. ]
Let's just say I felt pretty inspired by what I had in front of me. [ He kisses her again, lazy still but lingering and seeking more of her mouth, if only to bask without distraction before he finds sense to pick himself up from this bed. ]
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She'll choose to chalk it up to the fact that they've simply managed to get pretty freaking good at this, never once harboring the significant thought that this is about anything more than helping one another avoid the horrors of unblocking and just enjoying themselves in the process. ]
No surprise there. I am very motivating. [ That and maybe she'd done her best to wear down his reservations about stopping by this late; she'll never fess up to that part, though. Mouths seal and she hums quietly, fingertips clutching against the strength of his abdomen. ]