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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[wraithes]

[ there's a soft noise, at the feeling of his fingers, and inej exhales into his hair, allowing her eyes to close to focus on the feeling . . . but just when she's beginning to really feel it, the sensation stops, his fingers absent, and a pat on her thigh indicating she should shift.

there is definitely something of a sigh (of the petulant nature) as inej carefully moves her legs to sit next to him properly, crossing her legs as she does so, resting her hands a bit behind her as she leans on the bed.

shamelessly just. watching. ]

Not as creative as you would think.

[ it's a Thing. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ Her quiet noise definitely sends a small thrill through him. And he intends to get her to make more of them. Just...in a little bit.

Before he gets off of the bed, he skims his fingers along the length of her stocking, noting with amusement that she's crossed her legs. Watching intently.

So he does get up, shrugging his shirt off and dropping it to the floor. He leans one hand on the dresser to pull his socks off and then straightens, undoing his pants and carefully working them and his underwear both down his hips. Those get kicked away, to be dealt with later.

Then he's rejoining her on the bed, raking a hand through his hair before circled her ankle with his fingers, slowly massaging as they trail up. ]

[wraithes]

[ his fingers begin to gently massage her leg and inej hums to herself softly, adjusting herself to unfold her legs, turning to drape her legs over his lap, watching him, amused. ]

I’ve always loved that.

[ murmurs; massaging her legs. mostly for practical reasons; it feels divine after a day or skipping over the rooftops of ketterdam.

and, a little more wryly: ]

Talented fingers.

[ketterdamn]

[ Her legs come to rest across his lap and he doesn't skip a beat, strong hands working their way up in increments. He comes across a particularly stiff muscle right above her knee, fingers digging in to loosen the tension. ]

I don't know how you manage to get this tense after a day. [ Well, he does, really. Somehow it's still surprising how quickly it happens. Then again, the rooftops of Ketterdam were usually steep, so as not to collect rain or snow. And with that still being her preferred mode of transport, it ends with stiff muscles.

And a lap full of Inej, which he can't complain about in the least.

His thumbs hook under the stocking straps as he gets to her thighs, switching from massaging to simply touching as his palms run up to her hips. He leans over, kissing her jaw and then her neck, concentrating on sucking a mark onto her skin. ]

[wraithes]

Picking up lingerie for you.

[ murmurs, watching him massage his fingers into her legs . . . because her way of the city is usually far faster than navigating the streets. but all of that moves out of her mind as he leans into her space, soon finding her neck, which causes a soft sigh as she pulls him closer, shifting her legs so he was

conveniently

between them, her arms around his neck as he sucks on hers, a hum of pleasurable approval sighing through her teeth. ]

[ketterdamn]

Alright, fair point.

[ He says, grinning, hands starting to move up along her sides. Another mark, smaller this time, is placed alongside the first. And then he shifts back up to kiss the line of her jaw, tilting his head to press the last one to her mouth.

Leaning away, he takes in her outfit, which has a decidedly different appeal at this angle. Because like this, he can more clearly see the constructed opening in the panties. The sight of which has him flushing, just a bit, the color showing on his cheeks.

Then his hands dip back down as he pulls her a little closer, cock pressed to her folds as he lazily rolls his hips forward. ]

[wraithes]

[ his attention to her neck causes her eyes to close, relishing the feeling. it's one of her favorite things, though she isn't really sure why. her skin is sensitive there, which is probably the reason, and she feels a particular wanting as he shifts his attention to her jaw, and then her mouth.

then, he's pulling her closer, and inej grins a little before she tugs him a bit closer, more properly on the bed as she leans back to have him properly over her, to pull him into a kiss. ]

I've been looking forward to this all day.

[ she says quietly, threading her fingers through his hair. ]

So I took the quick route home, after work.

[ hence the tension, but. you know. one good turn deserves another. ]

IN THE RIGHT PLACE THIS TIME LMFAO

[ketterdamn]

[ Soon enough, he's leaning over her, one arm keeping him propped up. Like this, he can still return her kiss, enjoying the press of her body under his. It's not usually a position he can hold very long, simply because of how much his legs are folded. And sometimes it's too much for Inej, who's had one too many men pin her down in a similar way.

For now, though, his leg doesn't bother him and she's grinning up at him, clearly comfortable. ]

Looked forward to rendering me speechless? [ Well, he can see why. It's not an easy task. He runs his hand up her side, eventually palming one breast through the bra, giving it a gentle squeeze. His hips roll forward again, cock sliding between her legs and just teasing, the hint of lace giving a different kind of friction. ]

[wraithes]

[ this part is getting much easier, now that she's figured out how to switch their spots relatively quickly. it's really just a matter of communication, and unlearning, and figuring out what makes her feel safe. and disconnecting the bad memories and replacing them with the good, because while she's been hurt in this position before, kaz would never hurt her. not on purpose, anyway.

what she hadn't really expected was how the clothing causes her own skin to feel more sensitive; the sensation of the lace against her body as she moves against him causes an odd prickling to run over her, in the most pleasant way. and as he rolls his hips against hers and his hand finds her chest, inej exhales in a soft laugh, catching his face in her hands so she could kiss him, arching her body up against his.

once she does that: ]

I do like leaving you speechless.

[ murmured, rolling her hips up against his again. ]

It's one of my favorite hobbies.

[ketterdamn]

[ Her touch is both soothing and electrifying. The way she cradles his face makes him feel a swell of affection, causing him to smile into the kiss. And of course, her hips meeting his sends a curl of heat through, a low sigh escaping him.

His forehead presses to hers, eyes closing as he angles his hips to rub against her clit. ]

You do it all the time. At least once a day.

[ Not as easy to tell, because he's usually already silent. Working on papers or reading. Or he'll poke his head into her room upstairs, watching her happily go through whatever exercise she's chosen that day.

Pulling away a bit to catch her gaze, he quirks another smile, almost shy. ] You're so beautiful, I forget my words.

[wraithes]

[ a soft gasp escapes as he presses her forehead against hers, and inej is about to tilt her head up for a kiss when he pulls away just enough to look at her. and her brow furrows slightly, confused at why he was pulling away, before his words sink in.

the concept of being loved died, once she was taken. and it got worse, once she clawed her way out of the menagerie, and became the wraith. being unlovable was just part of who she became. and it's been a difficult journey, in accepting that she's loved, and cared for, and wanted, for things outside of what she's capable of doing. it's hard to accept a genuine compliment, sometimes, but she's getting better.

so her expression softens a little before she pushes herself up for a gentle kiss, slow and meaningful, before she settles back into the pillows, eyes bright. ]

I love you.

[ it's said simply, running her thumbs over his cheeks. and she wrinkles her nose, before she grins a little, expression a little mischievous. ]

Even when you grind my last nerve.

[ probably especially then, if she's honest. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ It's taken him a lot of work to say things like this to her. Not because he didn't think she deserved it. Quite the opposite—she deserved to hear it as often as possible. A constant reminder that there are people who care about her.

But if there was anything the Barrel was particularly good at, it was quashing any sense of vulnerability. Ketterdam was a harsh place, driven by greed, and the Barrel was all of its worst parts in combination. He'd learned to survive by shoving down the softer parts. The ones that wanted to break down and cry when it got hard. Tears, he'd known, would never do anything for him here.

So, unlearning it all had been an equally as difficult process. Worth it, though, to see her face light up. He kisses her nose as she wrinkles it, mirroring her grin when he pulls away. ]

Good thing you're so forgiving, as that seems to happen often. [ Not nearly as often as before. Still.

He sits back on his heels, fingers tracing along her collarbones and then lingering as he cups her chest, thumbs sweeping along the scalloped edge of her bra. His hips rock forward as he slowly grinds against her, occasionally teasing right at her entrance. As tempting as it is to slide in, he likes this lazy sort of pace. ]

[wraithes]

[ the kiss to her nose earns a laugh, and she tips her hips a bit, trying to get that much closer, particularly as he teases her. a hand catches his wrist as he explores her chest, and inej runs her thumb around his palm, her breath catching as he teases her entrance again. ]

Forgiving...beautiful...

[ a hum, as she kisses his palm. ]

Keep going.

[ patient better be on the list, with how he’s taking his sweet time. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ Leaning down, he presses a kiss to the corner of her mouth, trailing back down to her neck. ]

Intelligent. [ Another kiss. ] Dangerous. [ And another, this one ending with a nip at the skin. ]

Patient— [ In spades, really. He blindly reaches a hand down, guiding his cock as he slowly starts to push in. ] —most of the time.

[ No, he hasn't forgotten when she first got back. ]

[wraithes]

[ intelligent, that’s a good one, but inej both rolls her eyes and sighs in satisfaction at dangerous, particularly at the nip to her skin. but it’s “patient” that causes a smile in his temple, followed by an indignant jab of her fingers into his sides. ]

I am —

[ but her breath catches, once he begins to enter her, and her sentence is interrupted by a soft groan, her head tilting back slightly before she finishes her sentence: ]

I am the most patient person in your life.

[ and she rolls her hips up to meet his. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ Kaz laughs, a bit breathlessly, when she jabs him, having anticipated a similar reaction. She really is the most patient person he's known. Perhaps aside from his father, but those memories are hazy and incomplete. A child's perspective.

Inej has shown him solid evidence of her patience. How long had she put up with his bullshit until she'd given him an ultimatum—without armor or not at all. And since then, she's been understanding, willing to work through all of his touch problems. Even when he'd been at his worst, lashing out from the self-loathing.

Still, he likes to needle her a little. ]

I said most of the time. [ He sighs quietly as he slides all the way in, the roll of her hips helping it along. For a moment, he just savors being buried deep, hips stilled as he leans down to kiss her. ]

That can be ninety-nine percent. [ Murmured against her mouth, a teasing smile curving his lips up. ]

[wraithes]

[ it's really not often that she's comfortable in this position, effectively held down. but tonight is a good night, and she gently brings her legs up, enjoying the feel of the stockings against his sides, as she loosely wraps her legs around his waist. ]

I am always patient.

[ as she returns the kiss, before shifting to press her lips against his cheek. ]

But you -- [ as she rolls her hips again, exhaling at the feeling. ] -- test my last nerve. Frequently.

[ketterdamn]

[ She brings her legs up around his waist and he slides his hands up the outside of her thighs, keeping them right on her knees. ]

I seem to recall some impatience recently.

[ He sighs out a soft moan when she pushes her hips down, his own jerking forward in response. It's not like he's complaining about her recent impatience. Not when it'd involved her shoving him into the nearest chair and crawling into his lap to kiss him.

And truthfully, he'd felt a similar desperation. Eight months was a long time. ]

How frequently? [ His hips rock back and then forward slowly as he tilts his head to kiss her neck, nuzzling affectionately afterwards. ]

[wraithes]

[ a hand finds the back of his neck, as he shifts his attention toward her own, her fingers threading through his hair as she tilts her head back into the pillows, letting her eyes close as a soft groan escapes.

but the noise of pleasure ends in a huffed laugh, moving her hips in accordance with his. ]

That you frustrate me? [ murmured; it's a bit hard to string together a thought, when moving like this, but inej focuses, curling her fingers a bit more into his hair. ] Every day.

[ of varying levels, of course. ]

To my last nerve, I would say . . . mmmm. [ her thought trails off as she exhales in a soft noise against his hair, but she soon regains her focus. ] That is a little less frequent.

[ketterdamn]

[ Being pressed so close to her neck, he feels her groan as much as he hears it, the sound settling under his skin. He presses another kiss to her throat, smiling as she lets out a laugh.

Every day? Well, that isn't all too hard to imagine. Kaz has known he has a difficult personality. Over time, he's gotten less difficult. Mostly in the area of actually saying how he feels. Which had been like pulling teeth at the very beginning.

Now he has an easier time of it—how can he not, with how good it feels to say? Or just show, like he does when she threads her fingers through his hair, exhaling a soft sigh.

And although he started this conversation, he's losing interest in the finicky details, much happier to turn his attention to dipping his head further down as he pulls some of the lace of her bra aside, mouth sealing over her nipple. His other hand slips between them, fingers skimming over the lace before rubbing at her clit as he grinds in. ]

[wraithes]

[ most of her frustration is really harmless. playful, really. it's actually fairly rare, that he actually frustrates her into legitimate argument. it's usually over something stupid, like being ridiculously overprotective for no reason. or when inej wants to come with, to a matter that concerns the dregs, in order to offer her protection.

that always sparks a fight. one that inej usually wins, mostly because she is going to go anyway. and they have it out afterward, and inej usually wins that fight too. (or, at least, she's more stubborn than he is.)

and sure, maybe she could be considered impatient. she doesn't really consider herself a sexual person, really, but being away for so long had made her miss, desperately, this sense of connection. and she exhales, as his fingers dip lower, her hips tilting upward to give him a little better access. ]

I missed this so much.

[ it's murmured, a breathy exhale, as she lets her eyes close.

she'll acquiesce that much. about her alleged impatience. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ Now that they've had a few days to work out their collective impatience—or whatever one would call it—he's glad to have time to take it a little slower. There hadn't been a chance of such a thing happening when she first got back. Not with months of worry and want built up. He would've been content to hold her for a while, breathing the familiar scent of her hair.

Or maybe he would've worked up to pulling her down onto the bed with him, just as fast as she'd gotten him to take a seat. Of course, he's made up for a couple things he missed in that initial moment. But this is nice too, a steady push and pull, Inej totally relaxed under him. She's tipped her head back and he can make out the happy curve of her mouth, just at the corners. It reminds him of the smile she has when she's soaking up the warmth of the sun, the one he's seen at least a hundred times now but will never forget one of the first; when she'd sat on his windowsill of the Slat.

Ghezen, he loves her so much. ]

I missed you so much.

[ One hand comes to cup her cheek as he straightens up enough to press a soft kiss to her mouth. His hips roll in a little quicker at an angle, fingers rubbing in more determined circles, eager to get her off first. ]

[wraithes]

[ another breathy laugh, at his response, before he kisses her, and she hums into his mouth as he begins to move faster, his fingers picking up pace. ]

Did you.

[ breathing uneven, as her breath catches mid-word. she's close, and desperately trying to not be. she's not quite ready for it to end, just yet. but it's harder, to control her breath when he's all-but on top of her. on most nights, the sensation gives her a spike of anxiety. but tonight, for some reason, it causes her to lose control a little faster. ]

How much?

[ it's said in a gasp as she tilts her head back, fingers finding the back of his neck, digging into his hair. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ Her breathing goes uneven and it just spurs him on, intensity going up a notch. While he likes taking his time, it can be hard to hold back for too long. Especially not when she reacts so positively, clearly eager and wholly present. ]

Yes, is that ever a doubt? [ He says, with an amused lilt, before kissing her again, another soft press to her lips. ]

Some nights, I couldn't sleep. [ His thumb sweeps across her cheek, forehead gently pressed to hers. ] It felt like an ache.

[ A tug directly in the middle of his chest, a mix of anxiety and sheer loneliness. It'd been a difficult feeling to come to terms with– he'd felt a similar hollowness after Jordie passed, but the revenge had filled that hole. With Inej, he doesn't have that same anger. Instead, it's just a creeping dread that becomes worse over time, the more time he spends away from her.

He can't describe the relief he feels when he first sees her again. And now he has her for a while longer than either of them are used to, something he sighs about, sliding in deep.]

[wraithes]

[ an ache, that's a good word for it. and she feels a familiar pressure pooling in her stomach, her mouth falling open in a gasp, as she tries to figure out how to respond to what kaz said.

words don't really form. her thoughts keep being interrupted. but she knows that she spent more than one night wide awake after a nightmare fueled by another night hunting slavers, and she was in bed alone. and there was no one there, to roll over and hold her closer -- sometimes still asleep, some unconscious part of him always seeking to protect her when she swore up and down she didn't need protecting.

the word ache is a good word for that bottomless sense of despair and loneliness that she felt whenever she was far away from him.

but that thought feels so distant and far away, as she feels herself fall over the edge, her fingers digging in abruptly as a shuddered gasp escapes, the sound drawn out as he moves against her. ]