OPEN POST 2020.

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【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]

[ 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. ]

[wraithes]

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?

[ketterdamn]

[ 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. ]

[wraithes]

[ 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?

[ketterdamn]

[ 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. ]

[wraithes]

[ 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. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ 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. ]