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(one more thing to the list of things shin doesn't get to do so often.
katherine might have turned off her power, but it could have fooled him, with every cell sparkling with energy and ecstasy as she descends on him, slowly as he feels every inch be embraced by tightness and warmth. shin doesn't mean to hurt, but his hands grip on her ass to keep himself steady, avoid moving too much as he understands she needs her own time and rhythm to get used to it.
he too perceives the shaking. it awakes him from the trance, moving from her cheeks to her legs in a gentle caress, as to tell her that it's okay. she's okay.
and once she begins moving, that turns into an embrace, thin arms wrapped around tiny, yet muscular figure as he presses kisses of encouragement wherever his lips can reach, a sigh of pleasure leaving him.)
katherine might have turned off her power, but it could have fooled him, with every cell sparkling with energy and ecstasy as she descends on him, slowly as he feels every inch be embraced by tightness and warmth. shin doesn't mean to hurt, but his hands grip on her ass to keep himself steady, avoid moving too much as he understands she needs her own time and rhythm to get used to it.
he too perceives the shaking. it awakes him from the trance, moving from her cheeks to her legs in a gentle caress, as to tell her that it's okay. she's okay.
and once she begins moving, that turns into an embrace, thin arms wrapped around tiny, yet muscular figure as he presses kisses of encouragement wherever his lips can reach, a sigh of pleasure leaving him.)
( She's not sure the power is really needed now. Or that it ever was, but it's fun to use with him. Though, right now, this is something that needs to last, so she's doing her best to keep the power from leaking out when her lips find his skin, his mouth, whatever parts of him she can reach as she slowly adjusts to this new gamut of electric sensation.
Fuck that feels good. Shin, you're going to ruin her for others at this rate, but Kate can't find it in herself to care, instead rocking her hips, sliding them up and down in a motion which gradually grows faster, punctuated by the breathy little curses she lets out between kisses, her hair a curtain around them, shielding from the light filtering in from her apartment window. )
Fuck that feels good. Shin, you're going to ruin her for others at this rate, but Kate can't find it in herself to care, instead rocking her hips, sliding them up and down in a motion which gradually grows faster, punctuated by the breathy little curses she lets out between kisses, her hair a curtain around them, shielding from the light filtering in from her apartment window. )
...
is that good??? bad?????
you sound nothing like my manager at least
is that good??? bad?????
you sound nothing like my manager at least
weird when we're talking about sex
( coach was fine. but not exactly someone you want to think about when you're trying to flirt with your fwb. )
( coach was fine. but not exactly someone you want to think about when you're trying to flirt with your fwb. )
you brought it up, not me
anyway.
thanks for letting me sleep there.
anyway.
thanks for letting me sleep there.
you thanked me plenty last night
( cOUGH just saying. weren't NBD. )
( cOUGH just saying. weren't NBD. )
should we start looking at another sleepover?
(HEHEHEHE.)
(HEHEHEHE.)
(he isn't even trying to ruin her. watch him when he feels like it.
for a good while, shin lets her lead, movements from his own hips following hers, hands on hips and ass just helping create a flow rather than to force one, all decided by her. he's static himself, mouth finding hers, tongue finding her neck as he presses lips, making sure her body is as glued to his as it could. he isn't sure where this is going, the two of them, if it's going anywhere. all he has decided is that bringing her to such bliss is a privilege he is glad to hold to himself, no doubt in his mind that at least this is meant to be.
and then he decides to ruin her. naturally, as one would. not to spook her, delicately he rests her against the couch, pulling out only for the repositioning before he's back, lips finding her breasts as the thrusts go, her spot aimed with each and every push, hands busy touching her thighs to bring her closer.)
for a good while, shin lets her lead, movements from his own hips following hers, hands on hips and ass just helping create a flow rather than to force one, all decided by her. he's static himself, mouth finding hers, tongue finding her neck as he presses lips, making sure her body is as glued to his as it could. he isn't sure where this is going, the two of them, if it's going anywhere. all he has decided is that bringing her to such bliss is a privilege he is glad to hold to himself, no doubt in his mind that at least this is meant to be.
and then he decides to ruin her. naturally, as one would. not to spook her, delicately he rests her against the couch, pulling out only for the repositioning before he's back, lips finding her breasts as the thrusts go, her spot aimed with each and every push, hands busy touching her thighs to bring her closer.)
that mean it's my turn to pick where we go?
( aRE YOU SURE YOU WANT THIS, SHIN...... )
( aRE YOU SURE YOU WANT THIS, SHIN...... )
H-Hey—
( It might not be intended to spook, but there's still that characteristic hitch of breath, a disappointed noise dying in her throat as he shifts them. She was enjoying that, thanks!
Not that the complaints last very long, even internally. It's not quite as comfortable as the last position — he's slight and delicate but still a weight, a presence atop her — but each thrust touches parts which have her thighs trembling under his fingers, squeezing against his waist as she arches in as best she can while pressed into the couch like this. As best she can when her nails are digging into his back, dragging up pale skin in time to quiet curses and the growing pulses of desire between her thighs. )
( It might not be intended to spook, but there's still that characteristic hitch of breath, a disappointed noise dying in her throat as he shifts them. She was enjoying that, thanks!
Not that the complaints last very long, even internally. It's not quite as comfortable as the last position — he's slight and delicate but still a weight, a presence atop her — but each thrust touches parts which have her thighs trembling under his fingers, squeezing against his waist as she arches in as best she can while pressed into the couch like this. As best she can when her nails are digging into his back, dragging up pale skin in time to quiet curses and the growing pulses of desire between her thighs. )
cool
next week?
( this place seems to be pretty booked up already )
next week?
( this place seems to be pretty booked up already )
(in moments like these, there's nothing he loves more than nails across his back, leaving possessive marks even if it isn't intended as such. it's a message - to keep close, to not stop where he is going, even if she did complain a little over the change in positions. his teeth give in mid nibble so he can smile at her, pressing yet another kiss to her mouth, incredibly chaste in contrast to what they're doing.)
I have a plan, just trust me?
(it comes out way more breathy than he expected, before he hides again on the crook of her neck, suppressing the urge to leave a mark. he never could, but it's not nice to just go for it without the other's permission. his hips don't force a thing, although the thrusts move in rhythm, almost like he's synched to her own body, listening to each encouragement on tempo, on position.
and his hand sneaks between them, much like next time, but while the movement of his hips is almost like a song, the rubbing motion he provides her is much faster, more intense against her clit.)
I have a plan, just trust me?
(it comes out way more breathy than he expected, before he hides again on the crook of her neck, suppressing the urge to leave a mark. he never could, but it's not nice to just go for it without the other's permission. his hips don't force a thing, although the thrusts move in rhythm, almost like he's synched to her own body, listening to each encouragement on tempo, on position.
and his hand sneaks between them, much like next time, but while the movement of his hips is almost like a song, the rubbing motion he provides her is much faster, more intense against her clit.)
deal.
it's shuten, isn't it? i would offer my place, but i think we'd be more comfortable in the hotel again.
it's shuten, isn't it? i would offer my place, but i think we'd be more comfortable in the hotel again.
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