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[ It's an awkward position, but it feels good, and that's what matters. She has to smirk at being able to get away with pushing his boundaries, and she continues to make occasional voiceless sounds to show her appreciation of the sensations, just little scoffs low in her throat along with panting as she comes close to climax. The countdown itself seems to turn into a countdown to when she's going to allow herself to come, because she wants to express the pleasure of it vocally when she does. So, with a minute of counting time left, she doesn't ride against his hand like yesterday, but lets his motions determine the pressure and the speed. ]

[He does what she'd shown him that she likes, adding the penetration and the little twists of his palm to it; the way she's responding shows that it's working. Seventy-seven, seventy eight....

It's also working for him: something about it is past being arousing simply because it's a sexual situation that he's involved in, and moving deeply into more specific desires of his own.

His pants are becoming uncomfortable now, so with his free hand, he unties the fastening and tugs the waistband down to his hips. His cock springs out and brushes against her bottom, and when it does, he inhales as softly and sharply as he has every time she's bitten him.]

[ She's very close to making a noise when she feels that happen, but she manages to hold it back by biting her lip. She's closer to the end of the countdown now, and quite worked up, so she begins pumping her hips against his hand, but also pressing back to feel out his dick with her ass. As it turns out, she miscalculates just how much she can take of this before it sets her off, and with only 5 or 6 seconds to go the muscles in her groin begin to contract. She lets out a long, harsh exhale, trying not to give in to the sensation, not quite yet, but this sort of flattens out the crest of the sensation and causes the orgasm to weaken. But now time is up. ]

Fuck—

[ It's high-pitched and breathless, and she presses her hips down against his hand. ]

[He's surprised, and a little impressed: it can't have been easy to make it to 100 without any noise, given what was clearly happening to her around 95. That should probably be rewarded, so he lets her continue to press against his hand, and he keeps moving his fingers.]

You did very well. Be louder for me.

[It continues to work for him even more than he'd thought it might. There's a little extra pleasure in being able to do this to her, just with some authority and some small movements of his hand. She's combative; it makes him feel like he's winning.

He rests his cock against her bound hands, curious to see if she'll do anything with it.]

[ The praise, combined with his tone and his accent, cause an actual flush to her cheeks, and she groans a little. She's not one who tries to remain silent during sex; she's definitely willing to express herself, but the rush of desire and authority of his tone when he gives the command mean she begins to express more than she normally would.

And then she feels the skin of his member being placed against her hands. The angle is weird, considering that her hand is bound to the other, but she feels out the slit at the end of his cock with her thumb and smears the small amount of precum that's gathered there across the slit. And she moans, and she slides her thumb against this wet spot to the same rhythm her hips are pumping. She loves penises, and though his is fairly average, it's no less desirable to touch it.

Her legs aren't as toned in this body as what she's used to having, and they're beginning to quake just a bit. She sometimes trembles when she's feeling filled with desire anyway, and this just adds to the many sensations that are building in her system. She could come again, quite soon, but now she wants it to be when he's inside her. She tugs at his cock and gives it a squeeze, as well as she can, giving another buck of her hips—not down against his hand, but back, placing her weight on her toes so she can angle her hips up. ]

God --!

[The way she's moving her hands on him and shifting her stance is a clear indication of what she wants next, and it would be very easy to shift position slightly and make it happen, but he can feel her legs beginning to tremble against his. He suspects that the nanites in his system are the only reason his own legs aren't still screaming at him from their exertions the previous night.

He doesn't want is for his second time -- with her, or anyone -- to be standing or clothed, if he has a choice. It's fast and fun, and fine from time to time, but not particularly comfortable. He pulls away from her.]

Wait.

[He lets his trousers fall and steps out of them, then goes to the bed, yanks back the covers, and sits up with his back against the headboard. He's already calculated that if he doesn't want to be on top of her at first, this position will be the easiest one.]

Come here onto my lap, but face me. Everything happened so quickly last night that I couldn't see much.

[ He pulls away and she whimpers, but soon it's evident what he's doing, and she straightens to walk around the bed to the place where he has gotten seated. She clambers up onto the bed, walking on her knees over to him, and straddles his lap, sliding down into it. Without use of her hands she is dependent on him to line himself up for penetration, but this doesn't keep her from writhing into position as best she can. She's breathing heavily, shuddering now with need, and whimpers and bites his ear lobe. ]

What do you want to see?

[That gets one of his single dry chuckles.]

Everything.

[He's as needy as she is, as greedy, breathing heavily now. He adjusts his own position with one hand as he turns his face to try to catch her mouth for a hungry kiss.

A moment later, it feels like he's in the right place. He shifts his hips to press up into her, and when he does, he reaches around to touch the back of her neck, intending to look into her eyes as it happens.]

[ She presses into the kiss, excited, expectant, and impatient. There are none of her trademark bites this time though; she opens her mouth and takes in his taste, groaning.

And then he pulls back and starts shifting his hips against hers. Her mouth goes slack, and she's at a loss for words as he begins making his way into her. When she's directing things she likes it fast and dirty, but this is exactly why she gave him control. He holds eye contact and she shudders against his hand on her neck, remembering his command to make noise for him. There's nothing she knows better coming from a lover than hearing a desperate, wanting moan of one's name, and she doesn't know he's only ever given her a pseudonym. ]

Ryuuzaki, augh...

[ The moan at the end draws out until he's fully inserted into her, and she settles against him, keeping her chest up so he can get a good view. She tilts her head, her eyes fluttering shut, and she bends in so she can lick his ear. Right now all she wants is to hear his voice. ]

Talk dirty to me?

Dirty?

[He's lost eye contact with her for a moment, and he sets his hands on her hips just below her waist. Her mouth at his ear causes him to pant, just once.]

Do you know, I've never done that before.

[He doesn't swear much... maybe because he's never been around people who he would have picked it up from, maybe because the words always feel a little weird in his mouth. She's so hot and tight around him, and there's a different, equally pleasurable feeling when he's deep inside and almost all the way out, about to press in again.]

I like the way you you feel on my cock.

[That's experimental. A thought flits through his head that it may sound ridiculous... most of this kind of talk probably does to anyone overhearing it (it certainly has in surveillance)... but he's not a particularly self-conscious man, and it's not hard to begin to come up with ideas, especially if he tries to stretch outside of his day to day vocabulary.]

[ His momentary distraction is no obstacle; she simply makes eye contact with him again, and when he makes his statement she pumps her hips against him and moans. Just him saying that word fuels the desire she has to hear more. ]

What does it feel like?

[He positions his head so that he can try to hold her gaze as she pumps up and down, then brings one of his hands to her breast. He grasps her firm pink nipple between his fingertips, where he massages and pinches it.]

You know how it feels: it's hot and wet and you'll be the only interesting thing in the world until I come. You have my complete attention. How much did you want me inside you?

[And it's true: he's not even thinking about what he's not thinking about. He hasn't thought about Darcy once since he's set foot in the room, nor has he paused to wish that he'd somehow been with her, or with anyone else.]

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[ She whimpers out a string of sounds, tilting her head a little and pressing her chest harder against his hand, not breaking eye contact. Obviously, yes, she had known that answer, but to hear him say it...it adds to the sensations and the intensity of everything and she can't help but answer the way she does when he asks his question. ]

About as much as I want you to put my tit in your mouth now.

[ Hopefully he's picked up better on the fact that she doesn't want a gentle little nibble when he does so, not like yesterday. ]

[Well, that's not an order, and it's not far from what he wants, either. It takes some angling of his head, and the loss of the eye contact again, and a brief slowing of the motion of their bodies, but it's not too long before her nipple is in his mouth.

He doesn't try to lave her with his tongue again. Instead, he sucks hard, then sets his teeth against her and bites down. She'll let him know if it's too uncomfortable, and hopefully he won't slip.

Maybe it doesn't matter to her what happens to this body in the long run. That's an intriguing, unusual thought -- he's used to the innate conviction that you're in the only one you get -- but he sets it aside.]

[ She cooperates with the slowing of their thrusts so he can center his mouth on her, and hums wantingly when he begins sucking. When he bites down she gives into the impulse to cry out, her head tipping back. ]

Yes— Oh...

[ She had sat down in his lap with her knees folded, but now she extends her feet and plants them on the bed, alongside his hips, and starts pumping her hips harder, faster, leaning her upper weight into him just enough to get the leverage she needs without being able to stabilize herself with her hands. She needs manual stimulation to get off, she knows this, but the sensations of the thrusting and the biting are plenty to bring her pleasure. ]

[There's so much happening that it's hard for him to process all of it, except as "extremely gratifying." How had he waited so long to do this? Because it involves letting someone get extremely close to him, a degree of give-and-take of vulnerability, and back in his usual life, he had always been so careful not to indulge desires in a way that would leave him with an unguarded flank.

The knowledge that the feelings in his body and brain are all chemical doesn't stop them from being effective: invigorating and electric beyond the way they're leading to a release of the building tension. Beyond what he's already told her, he likes her skin under his fingertips and in his mouth, the smell and the taste of her.

When she changes her position, he grasps the nipple that's not in his mouth and pinches it tightly. He makes noises deep in his throat every time she moves, now.]

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[ The lack of use of her hands is frustrating, but in a gratifying way—if she could only touch herself she'd surely be climaxing again now, but instead she's forced to concentrate on his pleasure, and she continues to comply with his command to make noise for him, with more 'oh's and 'yes'es and moans. She spreads her knees more widely to change the angle of her hips, and their flesh begins to make wet smacking sounds as she continues pounding against him.

It's the sounds he's making in his throat that really drive her wild; she can't kiss him properly because of how she's moving but she lands a few random swipes of her lips against his forehead. She's been spreading her hands against her bonds, not really on purpose but because of the range of the motions she's making, and the satin suddenly slides against itself and releases her hands. She makes a sound of surprise and grabs him about his shoulder with one arm, once again speeding in her thrusts now that she has leverage. Her other hand goes behind her back to reach down as far as she can and touch his balls, smacking wildly with her fingertips whenever she can reach them between thrusts. ]

[He hadn't wanted to untie her just yet, but the position had been so awkward when he'd bound her hands to begin with that he's not really surprised that the bonds don't hold up to serious strain.

When she reaches down to touch his balls, he gasps, interrupting the rhythm of his heavy breathing, and his eyes slam shut for the moment it takes for him to force them open again. He loses his mouth's grip on her breast and tilts his head up to kiss her throat, then her lips, still ravenous.

He pushes his fingertips between them to reciprocate. Everything is coming at him in a rush... it really can't be long now.]

Still such a naughty girl. Are you going to come for me?

[This one is spontaneous, not calculated, and he doesn't even pause to think about what he's said.]

Yes—

[ The word comes out high and raspy, both a response to his question and an encouragement of his act. She digs in the nails of the hand at his shoulder, tipping her hips up just slightly to meet his fingertips with her clit. It barely takes any effort on his part to get her to come, not with all the stimulation she's had. His tongue in her mouth and his fingers on her clit are all it takes for her to reach climax within a few moments. She scratches his shoulder and her hips still as she rides out the waves of sensation, a high-pitched moan on her lips. It's almost a scream. She doesn't consider herself a screamer but with the way he rose to her challenges today and the way he took control over the situation—

She doesn't even think about how strange it is for her to hand the reins over to him the way she did. She barely knows him. This kind of power play should be reserved for someone she trusts implicitly. She didn't even get a chance to try it with Church before his disappearance. But this was her desire, the fantasy she wanted to play out, and as she had tested him he had made it clear he was up to this. And she reveled in it, and now she's reaping the benefits.

After the scream she slams their mouths together, beginning to move her hips again, fingering at his balls. It's his turn now. ]

[It's rare that he's not thinking about anything at all: there have even been times when the solution to a case, the moment where everything clicks together, has come to him in a dream. But as Texas shouts and scratches his shoulder and shudders around him, conscious thought and calculation are gone, replaced with pure sensation.

Her orgasm brings him that much closer to his own. When she starts to kiss him again, his arms go around her back. He presses up into her three times in quick succession, each time a little more firmly. The third time, he holds his postion, shudders all over, and moans into her mouth, more flooded with ecstasy than he would ever have assumed possible.

It's different than the previous night, and far better. He clings to her as he rides it out. When it ends, he stares at her for a long moment, then collapses back against the wall, looking stunned.]

[ She can feel him coming inside of her, and his grip on her is ironclad, making the effect of the whole thing on him unquestionable. She lets out a deep groan that seems to come from her core as he holds on to her, and when he collapses back, she leans in, running her hands over his chest and his neck and arms to soothe him. She sees now that with the way she's been biting and sucking at his skin there are a number of marks on his pale skin. Her breathing is heavy, but beginning to slow. ]

You're so hot.

[ Not a view she had of him when they first met, with his dark circles and stooped posture, but his ability to drive her wild with desire has turned her view of him on its head. She leans in to rest her head on his shoulder, kissing lightly at his neck and running her fingers over his throat. ]

I gave you a bunch of hickeys.

[ It's not an apology, but the sentiment is there in her touch. ]

Are you sure it's me?

[Meaning: you might be the one who's hot. Or maybe they are together... at least some of this has to be chalked up to individual chemistry.

His breathing is still going back to normal, and he feels incapable of much thought or movement. He's heavy and relaxed and completely sated, pinned under her, not very interested in moving. How had he never understood before how he would take to this?

When she rests her head on his shoulder, he curls his arm and runs his fingers through her silky brown hair, resting his hand against the back of her head.]

I don't mind the hickeys. Even if I did... they'll probably be gone tomorrow.

[ She lets out a pleased sound at the implied compliment, a slight chuckle. She doesn't mind cuddling with him right here, in this position, and she knows he won't protest it either. She refolds her knees, settling her ass into the space between his legs, and lays on his chest. ]

No point in minding them. I'll probably just end up giving you more later.

[ She closes her eyes at the sensation of him running his fingers through her hair. The sex with Wash had been nice, but sex with Ryuuzaki fits her proclivities so well, she decides right here that if she ends up needing to choose it's going to be Ryuuzaki. Not that shes going to volunteer the fact that she arranged to enter into a long-term sexual relationship with Wash. Ryuuzaki has no reason to be jealous. ]

Do you usually like to make out after sex?

It depends on the variables. With you... I just can't get enough of you.

[Not today, anyway. He arranges his arms around her, then angles his head down to kiss her.

If he projects theoretical liaisons, he can assume that there are times when he might want to leave someone after a few minutes of winding down, or times when he might want to stay all night... but those are all new thoughts, new ideas. Is his partner attractive, but irritating? Did it go badly? Conversely, if it went well, how well did it go, how much does his partner suit him, how emotionally invested in her is he?]

I'm getting the impression that you do.

You are?

[ She hasn't had that many sexual experiences, and until the last two days they'd all been with Church, but she wouldn't have thought of herself as someone who needed a lot of cuddling after an encounter. Cuddling with Church meant something else, and she wouldn't have expected that to extend to sexual experiences with others. Yet she doesn't want to remove herself from Ryuuzaki's presence yet, nor from his touch. And her experience with Wash yesterday had been much the same. ]

Maybe you're right. At least after something that good.

[ She nudges his chin with her fingers, turning his head at the correct angle where he can kiss her where her head rests on his chest. ]

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