timewasting | OPEN POST 2020.

[ she doesn’t want to come soon, but it also cannot come fast enough. the addition of his fingers causes a hissed exhale, reluctant to allow anything close to a moan escape. why, inej has no idea. probably because the one time she had allowed such a thing to escape, she hadn’t been able to escape Kaz brekker’s arrogant smugness for at least a week.

but it’s quickly becoming a losing battle. her back arches just enough to roll her hips against his tongue, and instead of sheets, Inej’s fingers have found his hair. giving just enough of a tug to indicate that if he stops, she is going to be furious.

or, at minimum, his tongue had better be replaced with something else. ]

[ She is, perhaps, lucky that he's concentrating enough not to remark on the quiet hiss. Now she's wet enough that every swipe of his tongue comes away slightly slicker than the last, which only adds to the tension curling at the base of his spine.

When her fingers tug, he exhales a moan, mouth pressed close enough for her to feel it. Of course, he takes the hint, two of his fingers carefully sliding into her. He licks around his fingers as he pulls them out and pushes them back in, slowly continuing the pattern. His thumb traces along the outside and he goes to suck on her none too gently, clearly trying to get her to come. ]

[ inej can't really remember when kaz decided that he enjoyed doing this, but she knows it was a quick transition from figuring out what to do to deciding that this was something that he absolutely needed to do. she's not really sure why.

she has a sneaking suspicion it has to do with her reaction.

her back arches abruptly, at the feeling of his fingers, and inej exhales slowly. trying to control her breathing, to make it last a little longer, but her breathing escalates, becoming shallower. clear indications that she's closer.

she can feel the somewhat uncomfortable pressure building in her stomach, as her breathing gets quicker -- and suddenly, there's a tipping of the scales, a tumbling over the edge as she gasps -- rough, and ragged, and very unlike her, thank you very much, her fingers suddenly tightening into his hair as she rides through it.

no moaning. thank you very much. but pretty close, given she feels a little dazed. ]

[ It has mostly to do with her reaction. Like this, she's a little less controlled, hips pushing into the feeling and breath bitching as she gets closer. It sends a frisson of heat through him whenever she gasps, when her back arches, when her fingers curl tighter in their grip.

She lets out a slow breath and he knows it's her trying to stave off the inevitable. He keeps applying pressure, fingers rocking in at a curve. Soon enough, she's coming, muscles going taut and fluttering around his knuckles. Her sharp gasp is answered with a soft sigh and he carefully pulls his fingers out before giving her one last lick. Tilting his head, he presses his cheek to her thigh, letting her calm down. ]

[ there's a long, slow exhalation as she allows her body to relax. she can feel his cheek against her thigh, and her muscles twitch involuntarily at the contact.

it's her favorite part, really, of coming down from this particular high. there's a rush of adrenaline, elation, and then satisfaction.

soon, her breathing is under control (slow, even, purposeful), and she uncurls her fingers from his hair, relaxing totally into the mattress.

content, and comfortable. ]

[ She looks good coming down from the high—not that she ever looks bad, really. Her cheeks take on a particular flush and the unintended tension she holds slowly releases, leaving her totally relaxed. Idly, he smoothes his hand up and back down her leg, a soothing gesture.

When she finally lets him go, he carefully sits up and unfolds himself, sighing as he stretches out his bad leg. He sits next to her, reaching over to brush some of the hair sticking to her cheek away. ]

[ she opens an eye when she feels him settle next to her, her lips twitching upward as he brushes the hair off of her cheek. and, soon, she pushes herself up to sitting, leaning forward to slowly press her lips against his neck. ]

A little unfair.

[ she murmurs, pressing her lips to his neck again. she sounds a little dazed, still, but is at least kissing him with earnest. ]

Now what am I going to do with you?

Never said I'd play fair.

[ Besides, definitely worth it. Especially now to see her so loose limbed and a bit dazed. It's similar to how she is when she gets up sometimes—though he rarely catches her first getting up, since she usually wakes before he does. ]

Whatever you want. [ Carte blanche, as usual. He trusts he'll enjoy whatever it is. ]

[ she breathes a small laugh into his neck before she adjusts her legs, effortlessly moving to straddle his hips neatly. and she presses her lips against his jaw, the movement lazy as she lowers her hands to the waistband of his pants, undoing them a bit more. ]

Whatever I want?

[ she sounds amused, as she kisses his jaw again, resting on her knees. not quite resting on his lap, her knees against his hips. ]

I don’t think we have time for that.

[ He smiles a bit when she laughs, letting the soft sound wash over him. And then his eyebrows are going up in interest as she straddles him, pressing in for another kiss. Her hands drop and he doesn't quite catch the movement, only feeling her fingers along the waistband of his pants. ]

No? [ There's a deeper curiosity in the question, wondering just what that might be. ] I suppose we could bookmark it.

[ Just another thing for later. One of his hands settles on her hip, the other letting him lean back some, head tilting with the motion to give her more space to kiss. ]

We could.

[ a soft hum in agreement, as she undoes his pants a bit more fully, her fingers resting just against his stomach, inching past his waistband into his pants properly. ]

Is that what you want? To wait.

[ as she drags another kiss across his jaw. ]

[ The light touch of her fingertips has him breathing in slow, trying to keep his attention on the conversation. He is being asked for some kind of decision, after all. ]

Yes and no. [ Oh, this isn't fair. To be asked this while she's dragging her mouth along his jaw like that. ] I don't want your dinner to burn.

[ But it's not like he's stopping her. ]

Dinner burning depends on you.

[ murmured, as her fingers dip into his pants properly, her balance still perfect as her fingers loosely wrap around his cock. which betrays, quite a bit, about his true feelings concerning waiting. and she gently strokes him, pulling his cock free of his pants, to gently brush against her entrance. ]

It feels like you’re not very interested in waiting.

[ as she kisses his jaw again, stroking him lazily. ]

[ He inhales sharply when her fingers loosely circle his cock, the touch expected but still almost overwhelming. Some of the initial jolt lessens as she starts to move her hand, though he swears when she lightly rubs against him, the tease making him push his hips into it. ]

Someone else doesn't sound too interested in waiting. [ In theory, he could've lifted her straight off his lap, if he wanted. Though she also could've stopped straddling him at any point in the last couple minutes in this back and forth.

It seems the decision is made. Poor dinner. ]

[ she grins a little, the movement felt against his cheek, because blaming this on her is not going to work. but she soon takes the hint, adjusting her height slightly so she can lower herself into him. her legs move to wrap loosely around his waist, so she’s sitting properly on his lap, with a soft groan into his neck as she takes him.

truthfully, she’s still sensitive from their earlier escapade, and she rolls her hips slowly, to relish the feeling of him being inside her. and not for the first time, she thinks to herself how impossible this used to seem. but inej pushes that from her mind in favor of kissing his neck, lightly running her tongue against the flesh as she rolls her hips again.

her dinner was absolutely going to be ruined, but this seems to be worth it. ]

[ As she slowly takes him in, he keeps still, only his hand running up along her side. When she's finally got her legs wrapped around his waist, he echoes her soft sound, his hand dropping to the small of her back as and anchor point. Not that she needs it, already balancing.

She's still wet from earlier and he rolls his hips to meet hers, the sensation washing over him, making him feel a little too warm under his skin. In some ways, it's hard to imagine how this hadn't been possible for either of them a few years ago. She'd understandably locked up the first time she'd seen him hard. And he couldn't stand the arousal-damp feel of skin.

Somehow, they'd worked through it. Because now the shudder that goes through him when she licks at his neck isn't one of disgust. That's the furthest thing from his mind as he settles both hands on her hips, pushing up into her eagerly. He tilts his head, brushing his lips to her temple, tempted to bury his face in her hair. ]

[ she's genuinely not sure how she's managed to make it this far. a lot of patience, probably. and persistence. and acceptance that it will never be perfect, and that is okay.

she's not immune, to feeling the crawling feeling underneath her skin. sometimes, she wakes up in a panic. after she's dismantled another slaver ship, and she coaxes any survivors on board into safety, and she has to deal with the fallout mostly by herself. but she's found that that happens more frequently when she's alone, rather than with him.

at any rate, today is pretty close to perfect.

she exhales in a shuddered gasp at the first thrust, curling her fingers into his hair as she allows the feeling to wash over her. her breathing quick, rolling her hips in time with his.

she's not really too concerned about her own feeling, on this round. but it's hard to stop the soft noise into his temple, as she closes her eyes. ]

[ She'll never be very vocal—it goes against her nature, he thinks, at this point—but he still enjoys all the shivers and sighs. Knows what they indicate or when she's asking for more.

Right now, the pace feels good, just shy of laid-back. Neither of them are in a rush, despite the fact that dinner is most certainly going to be ruined, so he takes his time, keeping the push of his hips steady. Her chest is nearly pressed to his but he still sneaks a hand up, rolling a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Just to tease.

His other hand drops to loosely circle the base of his cock, one of his knuckles brushing against her clit. ]

[ his hands move from her hips to her chest and between her legs, and her back arches slightly at the dual sensation. there's a soft mmmm, muffled into his temple.

she elects to respond in turn (because this is about him, not her, despite how persistently he seems to focus on her) by shifting to face him properly, resting his forehead against hers as she captures him in a kiss, a soft noise of pleasure escaping against his lips as she rolls her hips a little more aggressively.

they do need to eat dinner eventually. ]

[ He returns the kiss with a muffled hum, feeling that build of tension in his gut. There's another jolt as she moves against him with more persistence and the hum turns into a groan, his control fraying.

The hand between her legs moves, rubbing where she's sure to still be a little sensitive. At the same time, he jerks his hips up quicker, knowing he isn't going to last much longer. Not with how she's moving, nor with the feel of her solid weight in his lap.

Pulling away from the kiss, he dips his head to press his lips to her jaw and then her neck, teeth gently scraping across the skin. ]

[ she can feel him beginning to slip, and she draws in a ragged breath at his hand between her legs. but it's really the culmination of that and the feeling of teeth on her skin that causes a jolt, her legs suddenly tightening around his waist as she struggles to both keep going, while resisting the urge to pull away at the sudden overwhelming of the senses.

it's quite nearly too much, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. and not too much in a bad way, but in a good way. in a delirious, elated way. in a "my legs keep twitching and i can't really control it" sort of way.

still. he hasn't finished yet, and so with another purposeful roll of her hips, which causes her to nearly cry out (but it comes out as more of a muffled hissed groan instead), she murmurs, right into his ear: ]

More.

[ she's not really sure she can take much more without dissolving into a puddle of goo on the floor, but he has always liked being ordered around for some reason. she may as well take advantage of it. ]

[ There's a little smirk pressed to her neck when he feels her legs twitch, recognizing the motion from her being still too sensitive. That doesn't mean he stops, of course. He rubs just enough, knowing more pressure would be too much.

And he's already feeling close, has been toeing that edge in and out ever since he'd gotten between her legs properly. But then she's telling him more and heat slides right through him. It's only a few more jerks of his hips and he's spilling into her with her name moaned pressed against her shoulder, his one arm looping around her middle to pull her in as close as possible. ]

[ it takes a few moments after he finishes for her to catch her breath, dizzy from adrenaline and the after-effects of coming down from the high . . . and she kisses his temple, comfortable and loose.

not all that intent on moving, really. her legs feel uncharacteristically weak, which is annoying. because it will give kaz reason for smugness, and that just can’t be tolerated.

she laughs softly into his ear, running her fingers along his back. ]

Dinner is probably ruined.

[ lazily, quietly. ]

[ Kaz rests his forehead on her shoulder and just catches his breath, feeling a bit floaty in the aftermath.

After a bit, he sighs, content, running his hands up her legs to her hips, settling there. He smiles at the sound of her laugh, shivering unintentionally at her fingers skating down his spine. ]

Worth it. [ Pulling away from her shoulder, he grins, cheeky, and leans forward to press a light kiss to her mouth. ]

But, I'll go check, might be salvageable. [ Doubtful, but he doesn't want to discount it until he's seen it. ] I suppose there's eggs, just in case.

[ Smart of her to get, even if that hadn't been the original plan. ]

[ she rolls her eyes a little at “worth it,” but leans in to return his kiss with one of her own, the movement soft and gentle, seemingly unwilling to either get up or let him go anywhere yet.

... it would probably be bad form for their new house to burn down for a silly reason. and so she sighs to herself, pulling away just enough to brush his hair out of his eyes, thinking to herself if she has five more minutes to just . . . sit here.

The answer is ultimately no, and so she kisses him once more before separating herself from him, wrapping her legs from around him to scoot backwards a little, getting onto her feet. and she stoops to collect his shirt — which is large enough to be a dress on her, really—shrugging into it to cover herself with a warm smile. ]

I don’t think it’s salvageable.

[ she says as she lets her fingers trail along his shoulder as she moves to the master bathroom to clean up. ]

But you are welcome to give it your best shot.

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