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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]

[ Oh, so it's going to be like that. She pauses in unbuttoning his shirt and grabs his wrist, moving the hand from between her legs to her thigh instead. Kaz occupies himself with touching her legs then, skimming his fingers near the sensitive insides down to the back of her knees, touch as light and teasing as can be.

After all, she hadn't told him he wasn't allowed to touch. Just that she doesn't want him distracting her by touching certain places.

(Really, she hadn't said anything, but he knows what she means). ]

Three seems low. Besides, I did warn you I had no manners. [ He had been honest about that.

Shirt finally unbuttoned fully, he lets out a quiet sigh when she kisses his neck, head tilting back to give her more space. His interest grows a bit more as she goes lower, pressing her mouth to his collarbone, and he wonders where this is going.

Because he does have an inkling, but she was occasionally full of surprises. ]

[wraithes]

Just because you warned me doesn't provide an excuse for your behavior.

[ she says pointedly, pressing another kiss to his sternum, humming to herself as she takes her time, pressing her lips in slow kisses in a seemingly random pattern down his chest, to his stomach. it means she has to move down off his hips a little, which moves her thighs . . . depriving him of one last thing. ]

You should avoid wearing a shirt more often.

[ she says, pressing a kiss to his stomach, with a warm expression in her eyes as she glances up at him. ]

In case you were taking opinions.

[ketterdamn]

[ She keeps going lower, pressing kisses to his chest and eventually brushing one to his stomach, which makes him flinch instinctively. A normal reaction to being touched where he isn't usually.

Of course, that does mean she's had to move, so he can't tease his fingers along her legs any longer. Like this, he can touch the backs of her hands and he does, slowly tracing the delicate tendons and the curve of her knuckles. ]

Well, weather's good for it here. [ He muses, meeting her gaze with a faint bit of color in his face. It's always slightly embarrassing whenever she says things like that, despite him paying compliments to her frequently. ] You'll have plenty to look at.

[wraithes]

[ the flinch causes her to pause for half a second, taking note of how he is feeling—-sometimes, sudden bad feelings rear their head, even now. but he’s relaxed and talking, and inej presses her lips to his stomach again, in a soft kiss, before she begins to undo his pants. ]

It is.

[ she agrees, regarding the weather, inching his pants down just enough so she can kiss lower still on his stomach, and then his hip, humming to herself. taking her sweet time, incidentally. ]

I want to make you feel good.

[ she murmurs, gently nipping at his hip as she runs her fingers lightly between his legs. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ The anticipation brightens the flush on his cheeks as she keeps dipping lower, kissing while she does. She's taking her time with it and he likes the soft touches, how it puts him on edge in a good way. His pants are tugged down just enough so he doesn't have to lift his hips just yet.

Which is good and bad. She's clearly out to make him squirm—only fair as that's his usual tactic with her. Her fingers trace so lightly that he shivers, letting out a quiet sigh as he feels his body start taking a clearer interest. ]

You always make me feel good. [ After all, he just likes when they're in contact. It's just satisfying, no matter what kind of touch it is. ]

[wraithes]

[ she grins a little at his comment before dipping down to press her lips right between his legs, over his pants, humming to herself as she eases the zipper down a little bit more. ]

I want you to feel more than good.

[ she amends. incredible, amazing. wrecked, half asleep. whatever word he wants to use, on this evening.

they have some vague plans tomorrow; there is a cove nearby with a small shopping area, little places to grab a drink and sit to watch the waves. there's also some historical aspect to it that inej had glanced in the brochure that she is certain kaz knows more about. they had agreed to go in the morning, after breakfast.

but, you know. inej doubts kaz will complain about skipping those plans if she proposes a more fun evening. and as she tugs his pants down a little bit more, she says: ]

Maybe I want to leave you asleep until noon.

[ or later, depending on how adventurous he feels like being. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ The kiss is soft enough he can barely feel it between the layers of cloth. But really, contact is only part of the equation. Seeing her peel his pants down little by little with that grin on her face is... a lot.

So this time he does squirm, a slight shift in weight. They have some loose plans for tomorrow, things he was interested in seeing. A cove and its historical surroundings, something about a reef that's easy to spot.

But he can't deny the uptick of his pulse when she basically promises to leave him exhausted. Which means the cove will likely have to wait another day. Not a bad thing by any measure. ]

Gonna tire me out that much? [ It's not often she gets in this certain mood. He wonders what she'll do, since he can think of a few things that have achieved that effect in the past. Just thinking about it makes his pants feel a bit more restrictive and he wants to tug them off entirely.

He won't, but he wants to. ]

[wraithes]

[ indeed, it isn't often she's in this particular mood. though she does prioritize him in everything that they do together -- it's just that kaz tends to be happiest when he's focusing on her. which suits her just fine, but every once in awhile, she really just wants the attention to be on him.

like now. after a day in the sun, and a romantic dinner, and the whole day spent just enjoying each other's company, and how he had indulged her choice in honeymoon destination, and tolerated stepping into the ocean for her. he deserves an entire night spent just about him. ]

Mmm, maybe.

[ thoughtfully, as she rests her chin on his stomach, looking at him with a slight grin as she tugs his pants down a little bit more, fingers dipping against the waistband of his underwear. soon, she'll need him to lift his hips, but she's comfortable. and it isn't as if they're in any real rush. ]

If you want me to, anyway.

[ as she dips her head to kiss his stomach again. ]

I'll need to get out of this dress, if that's the case.

[ketterdamn]

[ It took them some time to figure out individual wants. What made each of them feel good or what made touching less daunting—especially in the beginning. Some of that has carried over, though they're well past those early days where everything was a struggle.

Since then, he's found he usually likes to get her off. Whether with his fingers or his mouth, it gave him enough pleasure that she wouldn't even have to touch him. But every now and again, there was a deeper itch he liked to have scratched and she's offering to do just that.

So he responds with a grin as he tilts his hips into her touch. ]

Yes and yes. [ He'll miss the dress, since it looks so cute on her—especially with the skirt rucked up—but he can't complain about seeing her stripped down. ]

[wraithes]

[ his agreement is quick, and inej laughs against his stomach before she straightens up to slide back up onto his hips, ducking down to give him a long kiss, murmuring against his lips: ]

Then I need to get ready, and so do you.

[ before she gently kisses his forehead to slide off of him, getting up to begin undoing her dress, and to go through one of the many bags they brought along on their trip.

she trusts he'll get himself out of his pants. or, at least, the rest of the way, while she gets ready. it takes time, to put all of this together. at least she's used to buckling belts and straps against her form; she can do it pretty quickly. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ She draws back up and he kisses her in return eagerly, hands immediately coming to set on her hips. And then sliding them up to her waist, giving her an affectionate squeeze in lieu of a hug. ]

Go work your magic or whatever it is you do. [ All those buckles—he knows it can be annoying, though she's certainly got it down to an art form. It'd been trial and error but they finally figured it out.

He lets her go while she slips out of her dress, only taking a brief moment to watch as the slides the straps off her shoulders and lets the fabric fall. Then he turns his attention to stripping out of his own clothes, starting with the shirt she had unbuttoned earlier. He shimmies out of his trousers, pulling both socks and underwear off along with. While he's up, he moves his cane a little closer, knowing when he gets up later he won't want to have to cross an extra two feet.

Carefully, he settles back on the bed, leaning against the pillows and giving himself a slow stroke, wanting to keep the prickle of anticipation. ]

[wraithes]

[ the first time they had tried this, inej couldn't stop laughing. mostly because it was silly. and the buckles had been hard to adjust, and she's much smaller than most people. and the stupid dildo hadn't situated on her hips properly, and honestly, it was a mess. so it had ended in a failure, but a pleasant kind. mostly because the mood being ruined over giggling versus anything more sinister is something inej would rather happen any day of the week.

now, inej has it down to a science. because he genuinely loves it when she does this, and inej likes to make an evening out of it. mostly because she knows he likes it, and it's rare that he allows her to solely focus on him. not because he denies her anything she wants (quite the opposite), but because kaz can't keep his stupid hands to himself.

what a child.

still, it takes a few minutes, to adjust the straps and make sure everything is on properly. she does indeed shed the dress, though she keep her bra and underwear on. it's a little more comfortable that way. and she soon is back on the bed, though she straddles his hips again first, to give him a gentle kiss.

( she is always gentle, whenever they do this, and then he promptly ruins it by asking her not to be, though she does try. ) ]

I did promise to keep you in bed for a month.

[ she murmurs, grinning a little as she tilts up to kiss his forehead, the motion chaste and soft. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ It had been extremely silly when they did this the first time, both of them dissolving into laughter over the harness falling or a strap coming undone. Or memorably, when the dildo came unhooked, skittered across the wood floor, and rolled under the bureau. That was about the point they'd both lost it and ended up in a pile of helpless giggles.

Clearly, that isn't going to happen now, since she has certainly gotten a handle on things. He's warmed both by the amusing memory and by how she looks when she crawls back up the bed to straddle his hips. Reaching up, he sets his hands on either side of her neck as he returns her kiss, taking it gentle for now. Inej likes to set that pace at first; he knows he'll want her to dig in later, to leave marks and the imprint of her nails. It's relaxing in its own way, since it stops him from thinking so much.

There's also something deeply satisfying about cuddling her in the aftermath, if things have gone a bit rougher. ]

I've never known you to break promises—can't imagine this will be the first time. [ Not to mention: once Inej has a plan, she stubbornly holds onto it. Kaz can't complain. Doesn't even want to, in this aspect. His hands drop from her neck to trace her collarbones and along the edge of her bra, fingers lifting the hem. Just a little. And then dropping to skim down her torso. ]

[wraithes]

[ she hums into the kiss, grinning against his mouth. his hands wander a little bit, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. she hadn't told him he couldn't touch, after all.

( sometimes, she has that rule. but, you know. she quietly enjoys it when his hands wander. he can keep it up if he wants. ) ]

Lay down.

[ she murmurs, kissing him again before nudging him backwards gently, though she dips forward to kiss at his neck, then shifting down to kiss his chest, then his stomach, before situating herself between his legs.

truthfully, this is her favorite part. taking her time, which she does as she curls her fingers around him, stroking gently. she much prefers laying on her stomach when she does this, which isn't quite possible because of the harness -- but she's comfortable enough, and her eyes flicker upward to make eye contact as she slowly runs her tongue along the length of his cock.

it had taken a long time, to figure out how she can do this comfortably. lots of failed attempts, and (somewhat embarrassingly, as she reflects on it), a lot of crying. but she's figured out that focusing on him, versus the act itself, was the breakthrough she needed. and now, she's figured out that she's actually rather talented, with her tongue.

who knew. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ She tells him to lay down and he does, arranging the pillows under him and shifting around until he gets more comfortable. Once he does, he ends up squirming as she works her way down his chest and stomach.

Heat blooms in his gut when she settles between his legs and he lets them drop open a little more, a stuttered breath escaping him when she curls her fingers around his cock. It's a gentle touch but any contact right now is a lot. Even moreso when she licks him slowly–he inhales sharply, catching her gaze as she looks up at him.

Nothing on her face says she's uncomfortable. Or nervous. It's been a while since she's had a bad reaction to this but it was the thing that held on the longest. He's always checking for the minute signs and this is no different.

But he relaxes when he doesn't see anything like a bad memory crossing her face, hips tilting up as he lets himself enjoy this. ]

[wraithes]

[ she can tell that he's reading her expression, checking in with her. and she grins a little, as he decides to finally relax into the pillows, his hips shifting.

it always warms her, that he's constantly checking in. he almost never does so out loud anymore unless it's obvious that she needs comfort. but it's in his expression, in small touches to her arm when they're in public, in searching her eyes. at the forefront of his attention, always, is her own comfort.

so she hums to herself before lowering her mouth over him, sucking gently, running her tongue along the tip as she draws off before saying: ]

I am fine.

[ just in case he needs a more verbal affirmation that she's comfortable, giving him a slow stroke with her fingers before she runs her tongue over him again. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ He's already relaxed and let himself start to enjoy what she's doing, but the grin she gives him has him letting go of what little tension he had left. Her verbal affirmation helps further that, though he's already feeling a pleasant haze from what bit she's done– the soft pass of her tongue. ]

Feels good. [ He says, tone shivery, his fingers loosely curling into the covers to either side of him. The touch is slow, gentle, her tongue running over him again carefully. Not necessarily from her being cautious but because she always starts this way. A languid lead up. Because this does work out better if he isn't completely tense. ]

[wraithes]

[ she slowly grows a bit more pointed in her ministrations, flattening her tongue along his cock as she sucks, humming to herself as she gently lets her teeth drag along his length. ]

Good.

[ she murmurs around his cock before her head bobs down again, sucking a bit more rhythmically, to keep him on edge before shifting to prepare him for the rest of the evening.

because, indeed, it's best when he's relaxed.

she continues to run her tongue along him as she dips her fingers lower, to fiddle with something near her leg. the lubrication coats her fingers easily as she manages to open the bottle (good at multi-tasking, inej is), and as she flattens her tongue against him again, she gently shifts his legs a little bit wider, so she can press a finger against his entrance. not entering him, yet, just running her finger along him as she sucks him off. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ As she starts to get more enthusiastic, his pulse picks up, a warm flush going through his nerves. Soon enough, it's the only thing he's focused on– the way she licks and sucks, his fingers tightening when she does something with her mouth that sends frisson along his spine.

When she nudges his legs apart, he spreads them easily, letting out a low groan at how she flattens her tongue against his cock. It turns into a sigh when he feels her finger between his legs, hips at first shifting away from the touch. And then he pushes them down again, clearly trying to get more of the pressure. ]

[wraithes]

[ she pulls off of him with a hums, pressing against his entrance, rubbing gently as she takes his cock in her other hand, squeezing as she strokes him. it only takes another moment before she begins to enter him with a finger, dipping her head to run her tongue along the tip of his cock. ]

Relax.

[ she murmurs, still gentle and slow as she begins to work him with a finger. she'll add another, soon, but rushing the process tends to end with more pain than is actually worth it. and besides, he may as well enjoy himself. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ Relaxing is easier said than done. Because he is, right now. Or rather, feels like he is. After all, they've had all the time to themselves, their typical stresses out of mind.

But, he supposes, he is himself. Which means he's one of the most tense people on this entire planet. Even if he thought he had soothed the tension away.

So he breathes and out slowly as she works him open with her finger. It feels strange, mostly, though he's distracted by the stroke of her other hand. Eventually, the combination has him letting out a quiet hum, getting used to it all over again. ]

Easier than last time. [ Not that he'd put up an intentional fight; he'd been tense as a spring the last time they did this, the gang having stressed him out.

On the positive side, he'd come out of it nearly boneless with relief. ]

[wraithes]

You were having a bad day last time.

[ she honestly doesn't remember what happened to make him in such a vile mood. something about the black tips, and something had gone wrong. kaz doesn't really tolerate things going wrong very well. it had thrown a wrench into her plans for the evening, which was to -- well, do this, but he had enjoyed himself at the end of it.

she gently works him open, occasionally stroking him with her free hand before she adds another finger, angling a little deeper as she begins to thrust forward, with a bit more pressure as she curls her fingers just so, seeking out a particular spot.

he may be unable to totally relax at the moment, but she would soon have him passed out asleep, if she has her way. ]

[ketterdamn]

It got better.

[ Normally, he'd be able to recall exactly what had put him in a foul mood. He knows it had something to do with a plan going sideways. But it's a bit hard to concentrate on anything else right now as she works to loosen him up.

The initial oddness has faded, turning into a warm burn of interest when she carefully rocks her fingers in and out, her other hand occasionally stroking. He does squirm, a little, as her fingertips pass along that spot. And then he's letting out a surprised gasp when she specifically pushes against it, hips shifting down for more. ]

[wraithes]

[ ah, there we go.

she grins a little, at the gasp, and while inej continues to rock her fingers at the same tempo, she does dig her nails into his thigh, just a little bit, with a quiet: ]

Be patient.

[ he's at least feeling a bit more loose and relaxed, now, and she dips her head down for a slow lick of his cock as she slowly introduces a third finger, the movement careful as she continues to thrust into him, curling her fingers just a bit as she does so. ]

Almost done.

[ she adds with a soft hum, as if she were waiting for dinner to be ready. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ She keeps to the same tempo, slow and steady, purposeful, her fingers pushing up against that spot and getting him to relax in the process. It's a strange mix, though, since he feels simultaneously loosened up and on edge, nerves alight with how good it is. He manages not to squirm more when she digs her nails in. Somehow.

He isn't so successful when she slips a third finger in, hips shifting into it as he lets out a deep groan. Her fingers curl and his own mirror the gesture as he grabs the blanket, chin tilting back at a slight angle. They've figured this out, spent time on learning what made each of them gasp or sigh. But he's still amazed at how quickly she's managed it here, her small hands clever.

There's also the matter of it being Inej, which is enough to make his pulse pick up in interest at any given time. ]

Right there. [ He says, as if she doesn't know. And despite knowing she'll likely disregard him completely, since he isn't calling the shots.

(That's ok, he likes it). ]