OPEN POST 2020.

[legalized]

【my ❝CALL ME OUT❞ post】
get my ass in gear.

♛ here is my muselist. ♛ post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their name in the subject line! ♛ can be informal/formal/comment spam/crosscanon/explicit/whatever tickles your fancy! ♛ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go. meme code.

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[ketterdamn]

[ 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. ]

[wraithes]

[ 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. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ 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?

[wraithes]

[ 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. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ 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. ]