timewasting | OPEN POST 2020.

[ He laughs when she says he's always been an embarrassment—she would know that best. Even if she'd met him six years into his time in Ketterdam, he's certain his earlier days hadn't been all that different.

And now she gets to live with him being embarrassing on the daily. What patience. Though he supposes she sometimes gets this out of him. This being his fingers pushing in deep, the pad of his thumb rubbing her clit. He rocks his fingers in and out, kissing his way down her body.

Eventually, he pulls away, sucking his fingers clean before he goes to tug her underwear down and off. Shifting his weight more onto his better leg, he settles between her legs again, bent down to kiss the insides of her thighs and work his way up. Using the flat of his tongue, he licks her, letting out a soft sound as he does. His hands settle on her thighs, slowly petting up towards her hips. ]

[ the laugh settles underneath her skin, and she tilts her head back a bit further with a grin, as she feels him trail his lips down her body, though she does tilt her head to look up to see him sucking his fingers clean.

there's a stirring inside her chest, at the sight. she's always found him attractive, but it's different when he's so clearly focused on her. and her lips twitch into a grin, as the curl of anticipation grows, feeling his lips against her thigh, and his groan is echoed by one of her own, as he settles between her legs. ]

Mmm...

[ a soft noise, as she reaches down to thread her fingers through his hair again, adjusting her hips a bit more to give him a little more room. ]

I do love being the center of your attention.

[ her voice is quiet, but warm, and full of want as she watches him between her legs. ]

[ This was one of the first things they'd tried, after a handful of failed attempts at anything more "usual". Those had seen Inej locking up sooner or later, bad memories crashing over her in a wave. Even using his hands had seen varying degrees of success. So, he'd gotten the bright idea to use his mouth instead.

It's just as satisfying now as it was then. Seeing her react so positively always makes a warm flush go through him. As he keeps licking, one of his hands drops away from her thigh so he can stroke himself, already half hard from this. He tongues her clit and then sucks, a moan sticking to the back of his throat.

When he pulls away, he's slightly out of breath, briefly replacing his mouth with his fingers, petting through her folds. ]

You're always the center of my attention. [ Even if he's scheming, there's also a small part that's subconsciously taking her into account.

His fingers push back in and before he ducks his head down: ]

Pull harder. [ Sometimes, he just likes to be bullied a little. ]

[ she hasn't had a massively negative reaction in a long time, from doing something like this, but every so often, she can't handle certain things. this is one of the things that she almost never has difficulty with, mostly because the only real memories she has attached to this are positive ones.

nobody really cared about her own satisfaction before.

at his request, though, her lips curve into a slight grin, a hum escaping as she tugs a bit more, the movement sharp. she's never really understood his like to be ordered around, but she (usually) complies. or, when she's feeling particularly generous, she makes an entire evening out of telling him what to do.

(she, admittedly, is not good at doing that spontaneously. she has to get herself in the right mood for that. she's not really the most dominant person without steeling herself to do so. she is when she has to be, or where it counts, but this realm is still sort of a work in progress. but, you know, attempts are made.)

as she tugs his hair, to move him a bit closer, she murmurs: ]

Work harder and I'll pull harder.

[ with a tilt of her head, a low groan escaping as he pushes forward with his fingers. ]

[ She does give his hair a sharp tug and he lets out a satisfied groan as he licks around his fingers. That same sharpness burns under his skin, bringing a flush to his cheeks. He isn't sure why he likes it when she does this. Or why he reacts as strongly as he does when she decides to boss him through an entire evening. Though he suspects it has something to with how nice it feels not to have to make all the decisions for once.

(Also, she knows exactly what buttons to press. He barely can stay awake afterwards).

That said, he doesn't want to disappoint. So he turns his attention back to teasing her clit, working his fingers in and out. A third one gets worked in and he palms himself again at the easy friction. It's no longer the slow or teasing push and pull; she clearly wants more than that. Shifting a bit closer at her tug, he sucks on her again, making another sound that says he's enjoying this.

(As usual). ]

[ she shifts her legs a bit wider, as he presses forward, and she hisses between her teeth as he adds another finger. her fingers dig into his scalp slightly, reflexively as he groans against her, her mouth falling open in a gasp as she struggles to remain still.

it's almost too much. it didn't used to be too much -- or, well, after a certain point, it is, but everything feels more attuned, more sensitive. she's fairly certain if he pushes himself over her and fucked her, she would immediately fall over the edge.

which isn't necessarily fair to him. so, as she rolls her hips into his fingers, tugging his hair sharply, she manages: ]

Touch yourself.

[ a half-moaned order, but an order all the same. and some part of her, truthfully, deeply enjoys it when he gets off doing this to her.

( she's not really sure when she decided that was a thing for her, either. she can't even really remember when that happened the first time, but she's pretty sure it was a good evening. ) ]

[ Normally, feeling her start to squirm is enough to make him cheekily satisfied. There's still a bit of that, but it's overshadowed by the sharp pull on his hair and the sound of her gasp. He moans against her again, spreading his fingers a bit as he pushes them in. She's definitely getting close, her hips reflexively pushing towards his touch. If his hand were on her thigh, he'd feel the slight tremble as it builds.

Except he doesn't move his other hand to touch her leg, instead following her demand. Hearing it makes him feel like his nerves are alight and he pushes his pajama pants down enough to more easily stroke himself. He doesn't try to pace himself, just lets out a ragged breath and steadily fucks her with his fingers. Tongue laving her folds and then her clit, he can feel how close he is to tipping over the edge. ]

[ she can feel his breathing change against her, and can tell without looking that he's done as she asked. but she's focused on the feeling of his hand inside her, her mouth falling open in a gasp as she tilts her head back. ]

A little more. [ it's quiet, almost a plead as she cants her hips forward again; she's usually not very vocal, even after so many years of intimacy and knowing each other so well, but teetering on the edge causes her breathing to become shallow, the request slipping out before she can stop it. ] Just --

[ but she's cut off with a sudden gasp, as she's abruptly pushed over the edge, her fingers tightening in his hair as a shudder runs through her, her eyes squeezing shut as she rides through it. ]

Edited 2020-08-07 22:55 (UTC)

[ Her quiet words have their intended effect—and perhaps some unintended ones. He moves to give her that little extra pressure, sucking instead of licking, fingers curling to try and press where she's more sensitive.

That seems to do it, because she's coming abruptly with a gasp and he works her through it. His own release happens right on the heels of hers, the pull of her fingers making him exhale a low gasp. It takes a bit for him to recover his senses enough; he catches his breath as he leans against her thigh.

Carefully, he slides his fingers out and kicks his pants the rest of the way off before he heads off to the bathroom to clean up. He brings back a warmed cloth to wipe the insides of her thighs so she won't wake up a sticky mess. That gets tossed in the laundry basket and he slips back into bed with a quiet sigh. ]

A little tired?

[ he gets up, and she catches her breath, eyes closed as she lets the feeling wash over her. she vaguely considers getting up herself so she can clean up, but the thought of getting up at the moment just feels like too much effort.

and she nearly just falls asleep right there when she feels the warmed cloth, which prompts a low chuckle as she remains still. what a gentleman.

the moment that he's back in bed, though, inej rolls over to rest her head on his shoulder, exhaling slowly. she's loose and lazy, her arm stretched over his chest. ]

Mhm.

[ sleepily, and exceptionally satisfied. ]

[ Her answer has him letting out a low laugh; she'd already looked like she'd fallen asleep a few minutes ago. Now she was truly on her way to unconsciousness. Which would hopefully hold until the morning—she needs the rest.

He curls his arm around her shoulders, palm coming to rest on her ribcage. The early morning hours catch up quickly then, once they're comfortably settled, and soon enough he ends up drifting off. ]

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