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]

[ 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). ]

[wraithes]

[ indeed, inej completely disregards his request, content to deliberately avoid what he's asking her to do, her ministrations slowing as she gently rocks her fingers. ]

I want this to last.

[ she says mildly, kissing the inside of his thigh lightly. ]

Patience pays off, if you let it.

[ she says as she abruptly curls her fingers, to stroke that sensitive space directly, pressing forward with her fingers.

as a treat. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ It's definitely a tease as she slows the push of her fingers, giving him only the gentlest of friction. Clearly, it still feels good, though the pointed lack of sensation helps shake off the blur of his mind.

Of course, that doesn't last long. Not when he glances down to catch her kissing the inside of his thigh. Nor when she goes from telling him to wait to stroking her fingertips right where he'd asked her to, pushing a loud gasp out of him. He hates this as much as he loves it—the latter is winning out currently, heels digging into the bed as he pushes his hips down. ]

Inej. [ Her name comes out strangled, panting, edging right along pleading. ]

[wraithes]

[ ah, there we go. and inej strokes again, though much gentler, before she determines that drawing it out is likely not going to do anything except end this experience a bit too soon. ]

Hm?

[ innocently enough, as she gently withdraws her fingers, cleaning off her fingers with a towel (that inej, always prepared) before she turns her attention to lazily stroking the dildo in order to lubricate it, before she adds: ]

Did you need something?

[ because he sure was complaining about wanting more a few seconds ago. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ He barely catches the amused hum, ears still ringing with the pleasure zipping under his skin. But, she does take her fingers away and it gives him a moment to catch his breath.

Her question, though, has him answering with a breathless sort of laugh and shifting a bit to sink further into the blankets. His gaze darts down to the motion of her hand, feeling a flush settle on his cheeks. ]

Fuck me, please. [ And Kaz actually sounds open, instead of his typical petulant. ]

[wraithes]

[ the comment prompts a slight grin and inej scoots herself forward on her knees, angling to press against his entrance as she dips herself forward for a kiss, teeth catching his bottom lip as she pulls away enough to continue to press in. ]

Adding 'please' to vulgarity doesn't make it more acceptable.

[ it's slow going, the first thrust. not wanting to hurt him, but eventually, once she's properly situated, she dips down for another kiss, grinning against his mouth. ]

But I will indulge you, anyway.

[ delinquent that he is. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ He likes that look, the grinning one, especially in this context. It's slightly mischievous and promises good things to come. Or maybe that's just the kiss she gives him after, brief save for the snag of her teeth on his bottom lip. His tongue darts out when she lets go, enjoying the buzz that seems to remain. ]

It's less rude. [ By a fraction, perhaps. He's not seriously arguing, though, too focused on how she slowly presses in, letting out a deep breath to stay relaxed.

By the time she's flush against him, he feels warm with arousal from head to toe and is clearly comfortable. He meets her kiss eagerly, hands coming up to either side of her neck, thumbs brushing along the line of her jaw. ]

Always so generous. [ He murmurs against her cheek as he tilts his head to kiss it. ]

[wraithes]

[ less rude still makes it rude, though inej doesn't get the opportunity to tell him so as he kisses her. and as she rocks her hips into him, she grins a little more at the hands on her neck, the kiss to her cheek. ]

I have always been generous.

[ she murmurs, resting her forehead against his, remaining buried deep for a moment, enjoying how relaxed he is, and affectionate. ]

Especially with you.

[ with everyone, really, but particularly with him. the annoyance, as she rocks her hips into him again, to keep a gentle tempo. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ It's a gentle shift at first, the rock of her hips slow and shallow. More warmth blooms under his skin, half of it from the affection and the other half from wanting. He lets his eyes drift shut when she presses her forehead to his, smoothing his hands down her shoulders and then back up, curling his fingers along her nape. ]

I know. [ He says with a small smile, feeling particularly grateful. After all, he's not an easy person to get along with by any means. And somehow, she's put up with him.

Those thoughts scatter when she rocks into him, the gentle push and pull enough to get him to shift his hips down to meet her. Just like earlier, he'll want more, but he can't say he doesn't enjoy this part. It feels...indulgent. Like being pampered.

Leaning up, he kisses her again, pressing one to her mouth and then a few down the line of her neck. ]

[wraithes]

[ she has always loved it when he kisses her neck. she isn't entirely sure why. maybe it's because it's so vulnerable, and intimate. it's one of the first things they managed, which is particularly triumphant, for her. it was what caused things to spin out of control, at the geldrunner. or, at least, the barest attempt at it.

that memory feels so distant, now, as he kisses her neck, and she hums to herself as she grinds in, dipping her own head to drag her lips along his jaw, before teeth nip at his neck, where he's sensitive. and her hips move a bit more, angling a little deeper as she thrusts forward, exhaling in a breath against his temple. ]

[ketterdamn]

[ 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. ]

[wraithes]

[ 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.

[ketterdamn]

[ 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.

[wraithes]

[ 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.

[ketterdamn]

[ 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. ]

[wraithes]

[ 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.

[ketterdamn]

[ 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. ]

[wraithes]

[ 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?