sheathedsteel | Open Post.

[ luckily for mako, raleigh is perfectly capable of keeping a running narrative of everything she does. it's like how she insists on talking while they're in gipsy's conn-pod despite the two of them being in each others head. it just feels right. so he asks her to talk, and raleigh talks.

a lot. ]

I'm touching my chest, [ she breathes, and takes a moment to glance down her front. ]

I see why they issue us sweaters and bomber jackets. It's kind of cold in here. [ you're also naked and on top of your blankets rally. she'd had her shirt on and her pants somewhere around her calves when he'd stumbled upon her last. ] You should see what my nipples do.

[ he would never tell her so (because that'd be like gushing and mako mori does not gush okay), but he loves the fact that she talks in the conn-pod despite the redundancy. it helps him focus — he needs it after having chased the rabbit, that first time — and it's a comfort, for lack of a better term.

he thinks maybe she instinctively knows it, anyway, so there's no need to say it.

and he definitely doesn't forget that image he walked in on, how he hadn't seen her chest but now he's filled with curiosity. was that an invitation? maybe not yet, maybe she's just describing. ]

...I want to see it. [ trust him, he does. ] Are you playing with them?

[ it's not an invitation. not yet, at least — though she'd be hard put to complain if he up and decided to come a-knocking. ]

Uh-huh. [ or, like, she is now; rolling one between her thumb and forefinger, tugging gently and sighing into the phone receiver. ]

Only a little bit. They're sensitive, you see...

...I bet they are.

[ details, raleigh, he wants details, so he can see this going down in his own head; he huffs a slightly impatient breath, his free hand creeping down to stroke his stomach as his voice softens and drops. ]

Teasing the nipple between your fingers, or rolling it against the palm of your hand?

[ ...and that sigh she's doing is starting to undo him, bit by bit. ]

With my fingers.

[ though she's stopped, instead dragging rounded, dull nails along her sternum and down around her navel. her left hand stays at her other breast, massaging softly even as her breath catches and she kneads her feet into her sheets. ]

That's, ah — not exactly what I want to be doing with my fingers, though. You know, I, uh — [ and she shudders, all anticipation and tightly coiled nerves despite being by herself and knowing exactly what she's going to do to herself. ]

Oh god — when I squeeze my thighs together I can feel how wet I am. Ugh, Mako.

[ she's known for a while that she likes to say his name just to say it. now she's learned she likes to moan his name just to moan it as well. ]

[ he has to close his eyes at that, at hearing her describe how wet she is and then how she moans his name, because she makes it physically impossible not to with that raw need and longing bleeding through. ]

Slowly, [ he forces himself to say it, not just for her benefit but for his, as well — his hand is sliding down into his boxer-briefs, sliding over his dick and gripping, just a quick squeeze as he groans softly. ]

...say my name again, just like that.

M — Mako.

[ it's not exactly the same intonation as before, but the desire is there. ]

M... maybe you should just —

[ no, raleigh, you're having phone sex; outright inviting him over would just ruin the illusion here. and hey, this was hot. hot and a little weird, but a lot less embarrassing than him walking in on her with romeo. she takes his advice, and when she slips her hand into her panties, she does so slowly and groans. ]

I want you. I w — maybe I should just pull out Romeo Blue again, but if I do that I'm totally going to come way too quickly.

[ he wants so many things, now, too. he wants to throw open his door and sprint across the hall (in his fucking boxer-briefs no less), he wants to fuck her to satisfy them both, he wants her to pull out Romeo Blue and demonstrate in front of him how she makes herself come, he wants to help her with his fingers or his tongue or his dick or whatever she wants — whatever it is that she wants of him he'll give to her, unreservedly.

he almost asks do you want me there, do you want me to come over, but he holds himself in check out of sheer willpower and hisses a sharp breath between his teeth as he wraps his hand firmly around the base of his dick, stroking leisurely upwards. ]

— I don't want you to come quickly, I want to talk you through it. [ this time, at least. ] I want to hear what you sound like while you're stroking yourself, I want to hear what you want me to do to you.

...Tell me what were you thinking about earlier, while you were using Romeo when I caught you.

You're so... bossy.

[ not that she particularly minds. god no. kinda the exact opposite of that, you know. for someone who has a hard time taking orders from her superiors, raleigh could certainly get used to taking them from him.

she hadn't been kidding about how wet she was. she'd come already once before, about an hour ago, and was already amped up and rearing to go — which had probably entirely to do with who was on the opposite end of the phone line and how husky his voice had gotten. this time she wants something inside her (him inside her) instead of grinding against her vibrator, but teases her clit casually instead of jumping straight to finger fucking herself. slowly, he'd said, and slowly she'd do. ]

I, ah — um, I wasn't think about anything. [ blank arousal is the best arousal, and her mind tended to go white with orgasms anyway. raleigh's licking her lips without even realizing it. ] But next time I'm going to be thinking about — about this, about you.

[ he tries not to be bossy in most instances, but it comes out anyway — consequence of being the adopted son of a strict disciplinarian like stacker. but more than that, mako genuinely wants to listen to her, to hear every sound she makes while she's touching herself, to hear her coming on her own fingers and imagining they're his.

he tries to stifle a breathy moan between his closed lips, but he's not completely successful; the strokes of his hand are long and slow and gliding and he's worked up enough that his hips are lifting a bit with each pull. ]

— Raleigh. [ it's only fair that he show her how it feels to hear his name moaned out, like that. his voice is still quiet but with a rougher edge around it, his breath hitching softly as he speaks. ] About me, doing what to you — tell me.

About you, um —

[ man, what was she thinking about him doing to her? raleigh was pretty sure mako just being in her company would be enough to get her off, he didn't have to do anything. which might be a little kinky in and of itself. ]

Watching me. Touch myself. You could tell me what to do — how to touch myself, if you wanted to.

— Do you want me to? To watch you, to tell you what to do. [ he wastes no time in asking because he'd already considered going to her room expressly for that purpose, to watch her, to encourage her, to coax her to come.

his sigh is a bit shaky now. ] I don't think I could keep my hands off of myself if I watched you do that, though.

That's okay, you could touch yourself. Totally touch yourself, self-touching is encouraged.

[ and it hits her like a brick in the face that he's totally doing that right now, doing exactly what she's doing and god damn if that doesn't get her worked up. she can picture it, and is going to take her own advice and let her hands slide lower, slipping two fingers inside herself and fucking in and out of herself within the confines of her panties. ]

It's just — me you couldn't touch. And I'd ask you to, I'd beg you too — because I'd love to feel your fingers in me — but you couldn't. 'C — 'cause that'd defeat the entire purpose of...of... [ what was she talking about? fuck it, it didn't matter. ]

[ no, he gets it, he's there with her, he knows what she's trying to say even if she's not sure what it is herself; and hearing her like that makes him lose some of the edit function in his head he's held so tightly to until now. ]

...You're playing with your cunt now, aren't you...fucking yourself with your fingers, I can hear it in your voice. [ he sighs as he says it, his groan low and vibrating, almost a purr in his throat before it ends on a slight gasp. ] I'd give anything to watch you do that right now while I'm stroking my cock like this —

— fuck, you've got me so hard, Raleigh.

[ w o w

wow, mako. raleigh's breath catches so hard it's audible, and she can feel herself tighten around her fingers, even if he can't. on the list of things raleigh becket had never expected to hear mako mori say, cunt was pretty high up there, and it's doing things for her now that she'd heard it. ]

Uh... Uh-huh, [ she confirms breathily. at some point, her head had tipped back and eyes slipped closed, and now all manner of vivid mental images were flashing through her head — mostly directly corresponding with the filthy words coming from his mouth. ]

Good... Yeah, good — I like you hard. I should get you hard more often, then I can imagine you're fucking me more often. [ finger fucking herself gets exponentially more satisfying when she's imagining it's him, that he's with her instead of her just being all by her lonesome. and they're having phone sex, and it ruins the illusion but raleigh just can't help herself... ]

You could c — come. Over, I mean. Come over and then come. I don't like just talking about things, I think we should take action.

[ there's no sound on the other end, except an audible disconnecting click. and then a moment later, heard from her quarters, the sound of mako's door across the corridor being opened and shut.

he doesn't waste anymore time because he's wanted this since she first mentioned she was shedding clothes, since he'd walked in on her earlier, and he simply wraps a towel around his lower half — his boxer-briefs long pushed down his thighs and kicked off — and slips into a pair of houseslippers (because bare feet) and sprints across the hall, stopping before her door and quickly punching in her code on the electronic keypad.

it's how he'd entered before and caught her in the act, only this time he's been properly invited. ] — Raleigh, I'm coming in.

[ and then he's inside her room, shutting the door securely behind him and turning to look at her on the bed. ]

[ the dial tone clicks, and raleigh's scrambling instantly.

there's something a lot more real about the situation now that it's becoming more than idle phone sex, and raleigh's attempting to regain... what? composure, maybe? except what's really the point of that? still, she's pulling her fingers out of herself, and dragging her hand out of her underwear. there's several long moments in which raleigh simultaneously mourns the loss of stimulation and tries to figure out what she's going to do with herself, in the end sitting up and unceremoniously wiping her hand on her sheets as the sound of another door opening and closing sounds from across the hallway.

she sort of half stands up, like she's going to go let him in, and gets two steps away from the bed before he says he's coming in. and then her door is open and shut, and maybe she should feel more awkward about standing in the middle of her room with nothing but sopping wet panties. but it's mako. when she'd said she was comfortable with him, she meant it. in fact, the most uncomfortable thing about this situation was that they weren't touching immediately; that they weren't naked despite the rather obvious erection he was sporting underneath his towel.

for all she'd been insisting on action, now raleigh's just staring, taking him in and darting her tongue across her lips before mustering a quiet: ]

I wasn't serious. When I said you couldn't touch me, I wasn't serious.

[ and he'd expected to find her still on her bed, given their conversation, but mako's surprised to see that she's on her feet in the middle of her room, still in her underwear, looking rather like a deer caught in headlights. he stops short and just gazes at her, drinks all of her in from every inch of her bare skin to the fact that he can see how soaked she is between the legs through her panties.

he kicks off his slippers almost casually and pushes them aside a bit with his feet as if he's making himself at home, and then he meets her eyes and carefully unwraps the towel from around his hips and lays it over a chair before turning back to face her. his cock is still hard, even after the brief interruption, and it stands out from his body as though it were chiseled from stone. ]

I don't want to make you do anything you're not comfortable doing...

[ and he's not sure he wants to touch her just yet — he's extremely worked up after the text and phone teasing, and after just looking at her now, and not likely to last long when he actually does get inside her — but he approaches her slowly regardless, coming close enough to touch.

he's kissed her before to the point of breathlessness, but only her mouth and now he wants to kiss every inch of her if she'll let him.

he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of her panties, where it sits low on her hips. ] ...but I want to take these off. I want to watch you touch yourself, for me.

[ and the jury is still out whether he's going to stroke her as well, or just stroke himself while he watches. ]

I'm comfortable with you. [ just like she'd said earlier, and then once more, because verbalizations hold that much more weight than texts. ] You're an extension of myself.

[ but if he wants to play kinky games where they barely touch — his knuckles brushing her skin just inside her underwear doesn't count as touching — then she can go along with it. steel yourself against gratuitous begging now, mako, because it'll happen.

for now she's quiet. quiet and cooperatively nodding, even if she can't quite tear her gaze away from his erection. he's so lean, perhaps she didn't expect him to be quite so well endowed. or maybe — and more likely — she just didn't expect the rush of want, of need the rockets through her when she sees just how hard she's made him, and remembers that no touching deal she'd just agreed to.

fuck. ]

You can take them off, [ raleigh tells him belatedly, though she's over eager and shucking her own panties with what little grace she can manage. she'd never had an issue being naked, but completely bare, she has a few moments hesitance again, and glances between her feet, his cock, his face and her bed. ] D'you wanna sit down?

[ look at her excellent manners. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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.

[ 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?

Open Post.

shhhhh phone sex is still fun. also they're morons

yes on both counts :3

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

just wiping my brain of that plurk, excuse me

badonkadick

:< let him touch your honeypot

no, pooh bear, noooooo

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

mako is the literal worst, i think

no subject

no subject

no subject