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[sheathedsteel]

ｅｔｅｒｎａｌｌｙ ｏｐｅｎ ｐｏｓｔ

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mako is the literal worst, i think

[sheathedsteel]

[ very courtesy, much polite, wow.

but right now mako's rethinking this decision of his to just watch and not touch, because while he's concerned about stamina — he wants it to be good for her the first time he's inside her — he's as hard as a fucking rock, he's held out this long already, and she looks so damn good, pale skin and scars and curves and just the barest brush of soft blonde hair between her thighs, covering the outer lips of her cunt that are flushed pink and wet with excitement. he wants to kneel down in front of her and just kiss her there, spread her with his fingers and use his lips and tongue until she begs, and then slide two fingers in her and keep going until she screams.

she can't seem to keep her eyes away from his dick, either, and it's both exciting and empowering — and in a flash of perversity, he wraps one hand around himself and steps back slightly so that she can see him give it a slow, leisurely stroke.

he's an extension of herself, she says, and he feels the same of her; then it shouldn't be hard to imagine it's raleigh's hand stroking him, now, and his hands on her body. ]

— No, [ he says quietly, in answer to her invitation to sit on the bed. ] I'll stand. You should lie on the bed. [ he'll use the chair on the other side of the room, if he needs it. ]

[jockeying]

[ he suggest she gets on the bed, and raleigh is thiiiiis close to shaking her head. she wants to jump him. the realization occurs to her and suddenly all raleigh can think about is what it'd be like to wrap her legs around his waist and have him fuck her against the door. the ridges in the metal would dig into her back but she could deal with it, comfort would be a small price to pay to feel him deep in her, bottoming out and groaning against her shoulder while she tangled his hair around her hand.

she almost does it, too. at least almost surges forward to kiss him. she's rocking forward on the balls of her feet like she's about to take flight, but when she finally falters and takes a step, she pauses. drags her feet backwards until the back of her legs hit the edge of her bed.

raleigh sits down heavily, squeezes her thighs together to teasingly obstruct his view as a hand slips between her thighs and strokes down through downy, wet hair to rub against her clit. ]

You're gonna at least be close, right? You're gonna talk me through it? [ because now that she's learned he can spew filth with the same efficiency with which he can dispatch a kaiju, she'd like to see more demonstrations. ]

[sheathedsteel]

[ raleigh rocks forward on her feet, and mako nearly surges forward to meet her — he's not sure what he would do exactly, but it would involve some measure of kissing and most likely throwing her bodily down on the bed to fuck her properly. instead of this, which — while he admits it's anticipatory and exciting — is so much less direct.

but she sits down heavily on the bed instead, capitulating to him; her hand is between her legs and ostensibly touching herself, teasing herself, but she presses her thighs together so that he can't see.

as if to punish her somehow for it, mako moves away slightly from the bed, his cock still in hand, and his free hand finds the arm of her desk chair. he sinks down into it, stretching his legs languorously like a cat with his ass on the edge of the chair and still stroking himself all the while for her view.

but — ]

I'll talk you through it, from here. [ a breathless nod, slightly chastising, his eyes searching her out between her legs where she's hidden herself from him. ] But you have to spread your legs for me; I want to see what you're doing.

[jockeying]

[ raleigh makes a strangled unhappy sound in the back of her throat, halfway between a whine and an angry huff. but she's agreeable — horny to the point of agreeable, and immediately spreads her legs again. she's open, naked, vulnerable; they're both naked, but raleigh almost feels like she's on display all spread out on her bed like this. she's a tactile creature, with a greater desire to touch and kiss and feel him now that he's actually here. when they'd just been on the phone, it'd been easy to get lost with just her own hand, but now she can see him and she needs him in the deepest of visceral ways, a way that makes her all the more sensitive and all the more dissatisfied with touching her own fingers. ]

That's so far away, [ she pouts softly. teasingly, she spreads her legs a little further, slips her fingers between her folds and spreads them — hot and pink and dripping wet — in a lewd display. her gaze, however, stays fixed on his face. ] Can you even actually see?