[ there's always going to be room for teasing, and if they were still several steps back, she might have prolonged this a little more, but it's all escalated enough that it only seems ridiculous to withhold it, especially when he's had his mouth on her and made her come once already while they've been on this bed. now, this is for both of them, to chase what they both want, without bothering to deny it.
it always feels different each time they do this, and now more than before, it feels far more exposed, far more vulnerable. she can feel his eyes on her, burning over her body, on her, and the heat of it keeps her flush, almost as much as everything else does.
but it isn't just her who seems so seen; he aligns her hand to press firmly over his heart, the frantic beat of it vibrating against her palm, and while it only makes logical sense for his pulse to have that pace, it feels so much more personal when he's the one holding her there.
this doesn't mean anything, this doesn't mean anything, she tries to tell herself, but she's quickly running out of all of her excuses.
she moans his name again, part of it on instinct, and part of it in wanting him to hear it on her lips, for him to know that there's nothing else right now except for him, only him and her on this bed as she begins to move faster, rocking her hips harder against him, panting steadily on every thrust. ]
( he's going to hear the echo of his name said in her voice in his sleep. he's going to hear it while he's awake too, working or eating or something and it's going to give him a jolt that he won't really be able to explain to anyone let alone himself.
but he has little time to think about why that is when she starts moving faster, thrusting down onto him harder, rougher until his breath comes in great, gulping gasps and all he can really do is hold onto her hand and rake his nails down her hip to encourage her.
he's not going to break, he's not going to come apart and everything about this is doing it for him. he still hasn't closed his eyes and he doesn't think he will because he wants to see every reaction she has to this, to him. he wants to watch her come undone one more time even as she takes him apart with each press of her hips. he knows that he might not be able to see it this time, not if he ends up coming apart first but he's trying.
her name falls from his lips, an exhaled moan of pleasure and want, and he arches his hips up to meet her on one thrust, trying to seat himself deeper, harder inside of her. )
[ she's going to be so damn sore in her limbs, the initial spar already taking it well out of her, but there's enough motivation here to keep her moving, to pursue that insistent rocking that brings them together again and again.
it's not like she's had this in a while either, not something this intimate, not before him, not when it's almost impossible to ever even consider stripping down every layer of clothing and finding a bed that's both clean and comfortable. but it isn't just the bed that does it for her, not when his hands reach out to hold her, when he keeps his eyes on her through it; she'd kiss him right now too, if it didn't mean sacrificing this motion, already so close to that peak.
her movements are already staggering, too shaky to keep a consistent rhythm, and when he thrusts up, arching in deeply, she knows she's done for, a second wave striking right through her as she gasps, lips moving to mouth his name but barely echoing a sound.
her eye shuts tight, fingers curling to scratch hard at his skin, fighting through her climax to keep moving on him as her entire body shudders through it. ]
( just as he's going to remember how his name sounds when she's so caught up in her own pleasure, she can't even speak, he's going to remember how she looks when she comes around him, mouth trying to form words but being unable to do so.
he watches her even while she keeps riding him, even while he can feel his own release right there and because he's so caught up in her, he doesn't feel it coming so it surprises the breath out of him when he comes. he moans loudly, gripping onto her hips to keep himself buried deep for a few long, long seconds.
he shudders and mumbles her name a few times, intermingled with swear words and other nonsensical sounds. it feels like it goes on for a long time but he eventually starts to settle though he doesn't let go of her. his breathing is still erratic and rapid, heart beating quickly, something she'll be able to feel since her hand is right there. )
Fuck me.
( yeah, that's about all he's got right now. the words are thick and slow but at least he can speak. )
[ she's not sure how she manages, keeping herself seated upright above him as her entire body shudders, feeling the electric pulse when he holds her down as he comes, her own climax seeming to stretch out into something so prolonged that she can't even tell when it actually starts and ends.
when she does finally catch her breath, it's with a heavy panting like she'd just ran for miles, and with the way sparring had somehow transformed into getting off twice, she might as well have — only it feels pretty fucking incredible. ]
Pretty sure I just did. [ she manages to reply to him, turning it literal with a breathless laugh as her lips stretch into a satisfied smile. she can feel herself sinking, weight seated fully on his body, every slight movement brushing that overly sensitive skin where they're still joined.
eventually, she slumps forward, laying herself across his chest, head turned with her ear to his heart, louder now than it'd been when she'd felt the thumps against her palm. ] I'm never moving again. I don't think my body could take it.
( she'd fucked him and it had been really fucking good. for a few seconds, there's just the sound of their harsh panting filling the room. amos blinks a few times to clear his head and feels more than sees her starting to crumple down on top of him.
he waits until she's situated herself comfortably before he moves his own arms, tucking one underneath his pillow and dragging his fingertips up and down her back with the other.
her skin's hot underneath his touch and he's sure his feels just the same. he blows out a slow breath and then laughs low at her words. )
I win again. ( or maybe they both won this time. ) You can stay, you know.
Ha! [ she blurts out suddenly at his proclamation of a win, squinting deeply as she slightly tilts her head up to look at him. ] Considering I did a lot of the work here, I slammed you. Technically, in more ways than one.
[ never mind that he did help get her off first, but she's still going to count victory in her favor, despite the whole thing not actually having been a competition anymore after their initial round of sparring.
but maybe they did both win, in the afterglow satisfaction is anything to judge it all on, since, despite the exhaustion, she's feeling pretty damn good, especially as she stretches out across his body, his warmth radiating against her own, his trailing fingers soothing her at her back. ]
But yeah. [ she says more quietly, sighing as his heartbeat hums at her ear. ] Maybe I'll stay. [ not like she can move much anyway. ]
( amos scoffs, sounding almost playful about it but he doesn't try and refute her claims. she had done a lot of work and she'd definitely done a lot of slamming when it came to the both of them getting off. so, he was just going to laugh and stretch, giving her more space to be comfortable against. )
We'll call it a tie.
( he still won the spar but she'd definitely matched him when it came to the sex and he was secure enough to admit that. maybe not out loud but calling it a tie seemed like a good compromise.
he glances down, watching her settle against him. ) Maybe you'll stay. ( it sounds like a good idea to him. even if all they do is sleep, he wants her to stay. )
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it always feels different each time they do this, and now more than before, it feels far more exposed, far more vulnerable. she can feel his eyes on her, burning over her body, on her, and the heat of it keeps her flush, almost as much as everything else does.
but it isn't just her who seems so seen; he aligns her hand to press firmly over his heart, the frantic beat of it vibrating against her palm, and while it only makes logical sense for his pulse to have that pace, it feels so much more personal when he's the one holding her there.
this doesn't mean anything, this doesn't mean anything, she tries to tell herself, but she's quickly running out of all of her excuses.
she moans his name again, part of it on instinct, and part of it in wanting him to hear it on her lips, for him to know that there's nothing else right now except for him, only him and her on this bed as she begins to move faster, rocking her hips harder against him, panting steadily on every thrust. ]
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but he has little time to think about why that is when she starts moving faster, thrusting down onto him harder, rougher until his breath comes in great, gulping gasps and all he can really do is hold onto her hand and rake his nails down her hip to encourage her.
he's not going to break, he's not going to come apart and everything about this is doing it for him. he still hasn't closed his eyes and he doesn't think he will because he wants to see every reaction she has to this, to him. he wants to watch her come undone one more time even as she takes him apart with each press of her hips. he knows that he might not be able to see it this time, not if he ends up coming apart first but he's trying.
her name falls from his lips, an exhaled moan of pleasure and want, and he arches his hips up to meet her on one thrust, trying to seat himself deeper, harder inside of her. )
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it's not like she's had this in a while either, not something this intimate, not before him, not when it's almost impossible to ever even consider stripping down every layer of clothing and finding a bed that's both clean and comfortable. but it isn't just the bed that does it for her, not when his hands reach out to hold her, when he keeps his eyes on her through it; she'd kiss him right now too, if it didn't mean sacrificing this motion, already so close to that peak.
her movements are already staggering, too shaky to keep a consistent rhythm, and when he thrusts up, arching in deeply, she knows she's done for, a second wave striking right through her as she gasps, lips moving to mouth his name but barely echoing a sound.
her eye shuts tight, fingers curling to scratch hard at his skin, fighting through her climax to keep moving on him as her entire body shudders through it. ]
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he watches her even while she keeps riding him, even while he can feel his own release right there and because he's so caught up in her, he doesn't feel it coming so it surprises the breath out of him when he comes. he moans loudly, gripping onto her hips to keep himself buried deep for a few long, long seconds.
he shudders and mumbles her name a few times, intermingled with swear words and other nonsensical sounds. it feels like it goes on for a long time but he eventually starts to settle though he doesn't let go of her. his breathing is still erratic and rapid, heart beating quickly, something she'll be able to feel since her hand is right there. )
Fuck me.
( yeah, that's about all he's got right now. the words are thick and slow but at least he can speak. )
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when she does finally catch her breath, it's with a heavy panting like she'd just ran for miles, and with the way sparring had somehow transformed into getting off twice, she might as well have — only it feels pretty fucking incredible. ]
Pretty sure I just did. [ she manages to reply to him, turning it literal with a breathless laugh as her lips stretch into a satisfied smile. she can feel herself sinking, weight seated fully on his body, every slight movement brushing that overly sensitive skin where they're still joined.
eventually, she slumps forward, laying herself across his chest, head turned with her ear to his heart, louder now than it'd been when she'd felt the thumps against her palm. ] I'm never moving again. I don't think my body could take it.
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( she'd fucked him and it had been really fucking good. for a few seconds, there's just the sound of their harsh panting filling the room. amos blinks a few times to clear his head and feels more than sees her starting to crumple down on top of him.
he waits until she's situated herself comfortably before he moves his own arms, tucking one underneath his pillow and dragging his fingertips up and down her back with the other.
her skin's hot underneath his touch and he's sure his feels just the same. he blows out a slow breath and then laughs low at her words. )
I win again. ( or maybe they both won this time. ) You can stay, you know.
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[ never mind that he did help get her off first, but she's still going to count victory in her favor, despite the whole thing not actually having been a competition anymore after their initial round of sparring.
but maybe they did both win, in the afterglow satisfaction is anything to judge it all on, since, despite the exhaustion, she's feeling pretty damn good, especially as she stretches out across his body, his warmth radiating against her own, his trailing fingers soothing her at her back. ]
But yeah. [ she says more quietly, sighing as his heartbeat hums at her ear. ] Maybe I'll stay. [ not like she can move much anyway. ]
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We'll call it a tie.
( he still won the spar but she'd definitely matched him when it came to the sex and he was secure enough to admit that. maybe not out loud but calling it a tie seemed like a good compromise.
he glances down, watching her settle against him. ) Maybe you'll stay. ( it sounds like a good idea to him. even if all they do is sleep, he wants her to stay. )