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[sheathedsteel]

ｅｔｅｒｎａｌｌｙ ｏｐｅｎ ｐｏｓｔ

hit me with anything; picture, prompt, you name it! or let me set the scene.

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shriek!!! /replies before you can fix your tag

[sheathedsteel]

I think that should go, too.


[ so helpful, mako. ]

ahfkskj fuck yoooooou!!!

[jockeying]

[ give her a few seconds, but she's practically ripping off her clothes. ]

Done. What about my pants?

...maybe later. /wiggles

[sheathedsteel]

[ in his mind's eye he's picturing it, trying to call up images from the drift to help fill in the details, and he shifts restlessly again in his chair. ]

You said they ride low, on your hips. Easy to slide them off?

dropkicks

[jockeying]

[ she'd tried very hard to keep any and all naked, sexual memories out of the drift. it hadn't been hard, what with intense emotional trauma and childhood joy to fill up the void. but raleigh's nowhere near pentecost's empty slate, and now all her attempts are just proving to be useless. ]

Super easy. Three seconds tops.

[ though in reality she's taking it low, drawing out the way she's dragging her pants down her thighs. ]

RUDE

[sheathedsteel]

[ perhaps that drift hangover is working, after all. ]

Slower is better, though. [ he might be slowly working the belt buckle on his fatigues, to emphasize this. ] Savoring it, is better.

:3

[jockeying]

[ well, her pants are already halfway down her thighs by the time she's responding, and they're just weird there, so she kind of gracelessly kicks them off. but her underwear are still in place, so she can take his advice with those. slow and steady goes it, just the same way her fingertips drag across her breast. ]

You don't have to strip down slowly. There's plenty to savor after.

Re: :3

[sheathedsteel]

If you say so. Maybe I should take mine off too, just for the sake of uniformity.

[ and also because his dick is straining against the zipper in a way that's just not comfortable anymore. ]

[jockeying]

Yeah, I think you should. That's really only fair, you know?

Shirt too.

[sheathedsteel]

[ he makes quick work of unzipping, sliding them over his hips and kicking them off all the way, leaving him in boxer-briefs before tugging his tank top over his head. ]

Done.

Are your hands busy when you're not texting? Tell me what they're doing.

[jockeying]

[ see, mako? fuck slow and steady. ]

Very busy. It's kinda hard to type with proper capitalization and punctuation, actually.

[sheathedsteel]

[ yes, okay, fine raleigh you win this little debate for once.

and he completely agrees that punctuation and capitalization (and spelling) are kind of going by the wayside now with the direction this conversation's headed, which is why her phone's ringing a moment later.

pickuppickuppickup. ]

[jockeying]

[ oh, yup, she is completely okay with this development. ]

H - hey, [ she's breathing heavily into the mouth piece, but does her best to sound casual when she picks up. d...espite the fact she's just sandwiched her phone between her ear and shoulder and now both her hands are on her breasts. ]

do these two dorks realize that they are across the hall from each other

[sheathedsteel]

[ he laughs a bit when he hears how breathless she is, but it's quickly stifled because fuck, she sounds like she's right there with him, so good in his ear — as she does in his head when they're drifting and sharing thoughts — and he was already excited before calling her but now he's fully hard and aching.

he flops down heavily on his bed, cradling the phone in one hand against his ear. ]

Hey. [ a long, breathy sigh as he tries to resist the temptation to touch himself just yet. ] So. Your hands. I want to hear what they're doing.

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

[jockeying]

[ 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.

yes on both counts :3

[sheathedsteel]

[ 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?

[jockeying]

[ 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...

[sheathedsteel]

...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. ]

[jockeying]

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. ]

[sheathedsteel]

[ 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.

[jockeying]

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.

[sheathedsteel]

[ 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.

[jockeying]

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.

[sheathedsteel]

[ 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.

[jockeying]

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.

just wiping my brain of that plurk, excuse me

[sheathedsteel]

— 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.