timewasting | OPEN POST 2020.

[ He knows she likes it when he kisses her neck. It's something of a good memory for them both; the bathroom at the Geldrunner, years ago. In hindsight, it's less fraught. Because they'd survived. Survived and won and now here they are, hundreds of miles away from Kerch, enjoying each other's company without interruption. Celebrating in their own way.

More kisses are pressed to her neck, teeth occasionally scraping along the skin. At least he keeps at it until she grinds in, making him tilt his head back with a low groan. The nip at his neck, so close to his pulse, and the deep push have him holding onto her shoulders and panting, some of that manic feeling from earlier creeping back in. It feels so good to have her do this, letting him drop solely into focusing on the sensation and not much else.

There's also the matter of him ending up completely exhausted, after. He looks forward to it.

But first, as he slides his hands down her sides: ] I can take more.

[ Now that he's adjusted, any initial discomfort having faded and leaving him craving more instead. ]

[ she presses her lips against his forehead as she groans and grabs her shoulders. tells her that he can take more. and she hums to herself before she shifts her knees a little bit to find a more stable position, so she can thrust into him at a deeper angle with a slight gasp of her own. ]

Can you?

[ she says as she slides her own hands to his sides, digging in her fingers and nails to hold herself steady as she thrusts forward. ]

You were ready to fall apart, earlier; I am not so sure you can handle it.

[ The bed shifts, slightly, as she rebalances her weight. There's a pause as she does and then she's pushing in at a different, deeper angle, sending an immediate flood of pleasure through his gut. It's heightened by her soft gasp; he always likes hearing her enjoy herself. ]

Past examples point— [ The words stutter to a halt when she digs her nails in, making him gasp. There's been a near constant flush to his cheeks since she started but now it deepens, the bite of her nails hitting a particular spot. He squirms under her, both trying to get more of that feeling and it almost being too much. ]

-point to yes.

[ she gives him what he wants, even if it’s unspoken, drawing her nails down his sides —- deep enough to be felt, but not quite hard enough to actually scratch. and she thrusts forward, catching him in a kiss as she shifts a hand between them, to stroke him as she thrusts into him. ]

What was that?

[ she asks, amused. ]

I didn’t hear the last part.

[ She scratches her nails down his sides, scoring the skin just enough. He's gasping into her mouth when she leans down for a kiss, the weight of their bodies being pressed together that much closer sending a thrill through him. His hands come up to the sides of her neck again, kissing her deeply as she curls her fingers around his cock.

It's an automatic effect, one that has him pulling away to breathe out a whine, tension coiling in his stomach. Asking him to form words right now is downright rude and he grinds his hips towards hers, hands skimming down to her chest so he can exact some kind of revenge by tweaking her nipples.

Of course that isn't going to make him last much longer, since he can feel so much building, but it's something. ]

[ his hands on her chest sparks a groan before she strokes him a bit more quickly, keeping up her rhythm as she drives him further into the mattress. ]

Come on.

[ she whispers into his temple. she loves this, seeing him completely fall apart. it’s so rare that he relaxed enough for it to happen, but whenever he lets go, it’s so satisfying. it’s enough of an edge to get her off on its own, but this isn’t about her. it’s all him. ]

Let go.

[ Her hand speeds up with the way she thrusts her hips, the push of them enough to make his breath hiccup. Or maybe that's just how on edge he is, pulse loud in his ears.

Not enough to miss how she whispers against his temple, the words heightening the frisson he feels under his skin. He hadn't meant to get worked up so easily but it's been a while since she's done this and once he'd let himself relax, his body responded eagerly.

So it's not long after she tells him to let go that he stutters a breath out, angling his hips so she slides right against that sensitive spot inside. Then he's holding onto her shoulders, fingers digging in a bit as he's pushed over the edge. ]

Inej. [ That's the only thought that crosses his mind aside from the fluttery relief, his eyes shut for a few brief moments. ]

[ she slows her pace once he finishes, the thrust of her hips becoming a slower roll as he rides through the feeling. and once she has caught her own breath, she dips down to give him a gentle kiss, stilling to give him time to come down from the high. ]

Much better.

[ she murmurs against his lips, amused as he starts to relax. and she shifts her kiss to the corner of his mouth, and then his cheek, and finally his forehead as she gently rolls her hips a bit, to work him a little bit more while he’s still sensitive.

she’ll pull out and go fetch a warm towel to clean him up in a second, but that would require moving, and she isn’t quite ready to do that yet. ]

Ready for bed?

[ The buzz under his skin will stay for a bit, urged on by the slow push of her hips. Everything is extra sensitive now and he shudders involuntarily, twitchy in a way he can't control. His hold on her shoulders loosens, fingers knitting together at the back of her neck to keep her close. When she goes still and leans down to kiss him, he returns it just as gently, all tension having gone from his body.

Like always, he feels nearly boneless in the aftermath, sandwiched as he is between the bed and Inej over him. He wants nothing more to sink into that, curl up with her with his nose pressed to her hair.

First though, he shivers as she rolls her hips a few strokes more, letting out a low groan. It feels good in a too-sensitive way and is almost too much. They've done this before, one thing leading into another, but he'd been a lot more tense then. He's content right now, pulling her in for another soft kiss. ]

If you are. [ The harsh edge of his voice has dropped away, though the rasp remains as ever. Leaning up, he kisses her neck and nuzzles them spot afterwards, clearly ready to do nothing but hold her close. ]

I think I could go to sleep.

[ she murmurs with a slight grin, continuing to slowly roll her hips. but after a few more moments, inej kisses his cheek again before pulling away just enough to settle on her knees.

it takes a moment more to carefully pull out, though she ducks down to kiss him, humming to herself before she shifts to get off the bed, moving to the bathroom to clean up.

once she’s done getting out of the harness (and her underthings), inej comes back with a warm cloth to gently clean him up, wiping away the sticky aftermath that tends to follow these things. she then dries away most of the damp with a quick swipe of a towel before depositing both in the linen basket in the corner, joining him on the bed again to run her fingers through his hair. ]

Better?

[ There's another set of shivers that run through him as she continues to roll her hips, nice and slow. Leisurely. It draws out those last shocks of pleasure and he lets out a soft hum, shifting his hips towards the motion.

Her kiss distracts him as she pulls out—he lets her go reluctantly when she goes to get up. Though he knows it only makes sense. As she cleans up and undresses, he stretches his legs out, flexing his foot on his bad leg to try and work some of the stiffness out. It's not as bad as if he were on his knees but having them bent up certainly put an ache into it.

By the time she comes back with a warm cloth to wipe up the mess—for which he's extremely grateful, getting up is not high on his list of things to do—his leg feels nearly back to normal. And he's enjoying the pleasant ache that's been left behind. Especially as she comes to lie down with him, her fingers running through his hair. ]

It could be a little better. [ He says as he loops an arm around her middle, tugging her down onto the bed with him. ]

[ his arm wraps around her and she’s tugged into the bed without any resistance, grinning a little as she makes herself comfortable, lazily draping her legs over his.

truth be told, this is her favorite part of intimacy. the aftereffects, the quiet cuddling, and falling asleep warm and happy and content. ]

Is that so?

[ she murmurs, nuzzling into his temple as she brushes her lips against his cheek. her hands find his face as she dips down to kiss him gently, amused. ]

What else can I do for you?

[ Once her legs drape over his, he seems to settle more easily, eager to fit into their usual routine. This is how they've been sleeping for years now–how strange to think, how lovely to know–and it always calms him down.

Because while he obviously enjoys the sex, the aftermath is that much sweeter. ]

Hmm, something like this. [ He returns her kiss with a smile, a sleepy and gentle thing, as he wraps his arms around her middle to pull her close. ]

[ so needy. but she lazily makes herself comfortable as he pulls her closer, tucking herself against his shoulder as she sighs, content. ]

I guess I could do that, for you.

[ her tone is warm, as she trails her fingers along his arm, enjoying how relaxed he feels. and how warm he always feels. one of her favorite things to do is fall asleep intertwined with him. ]

I think I could even stand to do this all day.

[ lazing around in bed sounds like a wonderful way to spend the day tomorrow. ]

[ She curls closer, using his shoulder as a pillow, and he gives her a squeeze, full of affection. Drowsiness seeps in and he's not sure if it's because of what they'd been up to a few moments before or if it's just his usual reaction to having her pressed to his side like this. As though he's been conditioned over the years.

Probably it's a bit of both. ]

Can't argue with that. [ His words are slurred at the ends. It's a struggle to stay awake—he's too relaxed and content. ] If we leave some windows open, we'll get the sound from the ocean.

[ Right now the light waves are just a dull roar, the glass muting most of it. Still, it's enough to drag him further into sleepiness, mind focused on the white noise. He turns his head to press a kiss to the top of hers and then letting out a slow, quiet sigh. ]

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