[if anything, this feels like the best way to remind herself that this is real - to be as close as possible to him as she can get. she's thought about this for weeks, lonely and quiet, alone and tucked away when she had the chance, thinking of his hands on her hips, his face buried between her thighs, about the sounds, gasps and calls of her name. the intimacy of it, of being so wrapped up in someone that it's hard to tell what belongs to who. the pleasure is one thing - being connected is another. that's all she ever wants, the connection.
she watches through lidded eyes as his fingers work, at the pace of his hand dragging up and down his cock, her tail squeezing his thigh and almost subconsciously squeezing and stroking in time. and when he speaks again, a thrill races through her, makes her shudder in anticipation. both of them are sick of waiting. she almost can't believe it's happening.
he shifts her, moves her legs, and she watches, a whisper of a sound she can't stop from escaping as he presses forward. even just the head of his cock sliding in makes her breath catch - it's easy, with how soaked she is already, barely any resistance at all. and then he's inside her to the hilt, and something hot and heady in her takes over.]
Fuck yes. [she sighs out, head tilting back. only briefly, though. because after a moment of adjusting, of letting him settle full and thick inside her, she's greedy. her legs wrap loosely around him, pulling him up and in, pulling him close, not caring about the metal or how many bruises she's going to get or anything, she just wants him close enough to kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair.
breathless, she squirms under him, encouraging:] Come on, soldier, remind me how you feel.
[ boothill loves her scraping and clawing for him, tying and twining them together like they can't ever be close enough. his white hair drapes around them, twisted by the roots in her fingers. the word gorgeous leaves him as karlach tilts her head back, baring her neck and the whorls of her red-brown hair over the bed behind her. he presses a line of hungry, open-mouthed kisses down the column of her throat. ]
Just beautiful.
[ he murmurs between kisses, before he bites down and sucks another mark. she kisses him hard and he bridges his arms over her for leverage, to keep from crushing their teeth. his tongue slides into her mouth, pushing and easing against hers, soft and hot enough to burn.
finally he draws his hips back, his cock full and wet where it slides from her body, before he thrusting himself back inside of her, deep and hard enough to rattle their hips. pleasure shudders through his body, making him hiss through his pointed teeth, his smiling mouth. ]
That's it...
[ then he chases that pleasure, quickening his pace with every forceful thrust of his hips. he draws back one hand and grasps hard at the meat of her thigh, drawing her back as he pulls away, holding her still as he bucks back inside. he's going to bruise her, but karlach's never cared and it's near impossible to resist after so many weeks of just imagining her with him. the way her body is strong but giving, soft and scarred, her teeth and her hands and her skin and her voice. he wishes he had flesh she could tear into, more scratches and brands he could wear. he wants everyone jealous of what he has. ]
[he'll see her shiver, at the praise. she can't help it, so much, she just likes the sound of his voice low and hot, right up against her ear.
the trail of open-mouthed kisses along her throat have her tilting her head back, giving him access, letting him mark her however he wants. she'd missed this, missed the weight of him settled against her, the sharp and then dull pain of his teeth in her neck. without any hesitation, she opens up for him, deepening the kiss, tongue sliding against his, messy and breathless. pulling back means he sees her dazed and needy, almost chasing him to kiss him again but giving up as his cock drags slowly out of her.
and then he rocks into her hard enough to push her up the bed a little, and she very nearly growls out her approval. all she wants is more of that, and he meets her demands with ease, thrusting into her hard enough to leave bruises, from his hips and from his fingers. what she wants is to claw him back, and she knows she can't, the metal of his body unyielding, but. she thinks about it. her hands come up to his chest, fingernails scraping down the front lightly. dragging along the grooves in his sides, the cross over his chest, all the places he'd seemed to be most sensitive at when she'd explored earlier.
the pace has her arching up into him, spreading her legs to let him press deep, her breath harsh and unsteady. the first time, she'd tried as much as possible to stay quiet, not wanting to risk getting caught. but this time, she doesn't bother muffling herself - she's noisy. a particularly good angle has her letting out a harsh and breathy fuck, and then:]
You feel - gods, that feels -- [and she cuts herself off with a moan, her hand coming up to palm at her chest, eyes lidded, heated, as she looks up at him. there's a hint of challenge there, in her expression.]
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she watches through lidded eyes as his fingers work, at the pace of his hand dragging up and down his cock, her tail squeezing his thigh and almost subconsciously squeezing and stroking in time. and when he speaks again, a thrill races through her, makes her shudder in anticipation. both of them are sick of waiting. she almost can't believe it's happening.
he shifts her, moves her legs, and she watches, a whisper of a sound she can't stop from escaping as he presses forward. even just the head of his cock sliding in makes her breath catch - it's easy, with how soaked she is already, barely any resistance at all. and then he's inside her to the hilt, and something hot and heady in her takes over.]
Fuck yes. [she sighs out, head tilting back. only briefly, though. because after a moment of adjusting, of letting him settle full and thick inside her, she's greedy. her legs wrap loosely around him, pulling him up and in, pulling him close, not caring about the metal or how many bruises she's going to get or anything, she just wants him close enough to kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair.
breathless, she squirms under him, encouraging:] Come on, soldier, remind me how you feel.
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Just beautiful.
[ he murmurs between kisses, before he bites down and sucks another mark. she kisses him hard and he bridges his arms over her for leverage, to keep from crushing their teeth. his tongue slides into her mouth, pushing and easing against hers, soft and hot enough to burn.
finally he draws his hips back, his cock full and wet where it slides from her body, before he thrusting himself back inside of her, deep and hard enough to rattle their hips. pleasure shudders through his body, making him hiss through his pointed teeth, his smiling mouth. ]
That's it...
[ then he chases that pleasure, quickening his pace with every forceful thrust of his hips. he draws back one hand and grasps hard at the meat of her thigh, drawing her back as he pulls away, holding her still as he bucks back inside. he's going to bruise her, but karlach's never cared and it's near impossible to resist after so many weeks of just imagining her with him. the way her body is strong but giving, soft and scarred, her teeth and her hands and her skin and her voice. he wishes he had flesh she could tear into, more scratches and brands he could wear. he wants everyone jealous of what he has. ]
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the trail of open-mouthed kisses along her throat have her tilting her head back, giving him access, letting him mark her however he wants. she'd missed this, missed the weight of him settled against her, the sharp and then dull pain of his teeth in her neck. without any hesitation, she opens up for him, deepening the kiss, tongue sliding against his, messy and breathless. pulling back means he sees her dazed and needy, almost chasing him to kiss him again but giving up as his cock drags slowly out of her.
and then he rocks into her hard enough to push her up the bed a little, and she very nearly growls out her approval. all she wants is more of that, and he meets her demands with ease, thrusting into her hard enough to leave bruises, from his hips and from his fingers. what she wants is to claw him back, and she knows she can't, the metal of his body unyielding, but. she thinks about it. her hands come up to his chest, fingernails scraping down the front lightly. dragging along the grooves in his sides, the cross over his chest, all the places he'd seemed to be most sensitive at when she'd explored earlier.
the pace has her arching up into him, spreading her legs to let him press deep, her breath harsh and unsteady. the first time, she'd tried as much as possible to stay quiet, not wanting to risk getting caught. but this time, she doesn't bother muffling herself - she's noisy. a particularly good angle has her letting out a harsh and breathy fuck, and then:]
You feel - gods, that feels -- [and she cuts herself off with a moan, her hand coming up to palm at her chest, eyes lidded, heated, as she looks up at him. there's a hint of challenge there, in her expression.]