( It's ben a long night and it's only getting longer. Something in the air, or the shadows, or the fact that they seem to carry so many similar scars, means that Shin's request is answered with exhaustion
and crumbling.
Kate leans forward into Shin, her arms wrapping around his back and pulling him in close, because she's fucking exhausted and she has been for a long time. Holding herself together, taut and stoic for the sake of the little family she has left, from the moment the police explained that her parents were gone until now, here in hell on a fucking wing and a prayer that she can bring them back... )
This is all I can do. ... It's the only way to help my brother.
( She's not smart. She barely scraped an acceptable amount of exams in the first place. The only way she has left, the only hope of making a difference to her brother's life, is the army or hell. )
(she has someone who depends on her. that's something shin doesn't truly understand, not to the same level. blast can always find another bassist - other than that, no one really needs him to survive, he's always just had himself.
still, it feels like a rushed decision, one sprouted from despair rather than rationality, and that one he can understand. as she speaks, lips kiss wherever they can find, and once she's done, he pulls back to look at her.)
It's not, though. Can we... Can we think of options together? You don't need to throw your life away. I'm sure that your brother would rather you breathing and money in his pocket rather than the latter.
( The kisses catch her off guard enough that the heat prickling at her eyes dissipates before tears spill, though god only knows why she's still surprised by this point.
Maybe something in her expects the abandonment. Expects her emotions to blow up in her face, not have solutions requested. )
... Can we talk about this later?
( A little deception of a request, because she never intends to talk about it again. But one thats followed up with her lips finding his, magic flowing through her in hope of providing a sensory distraction. )
(kate, you're preaching to the choir. he knows exactly what she's doing, distraction over facing things, and he also knows she won't talk if he doesn't press - and the worst part is, he doesn't intend to. old habits die hard, and if he's needed to make her forget her sorrows, then it may so be. if she wants to get it out of her head, he'll give her a good reason to. this is, after all, what he's good at.
the kiss is calculated in every way. gentle enough not to trigger, but in no way passive or uninterested as his tongue goes to meet hers, hands moving to her hips to bring them close to his own.)
( Desire isn't what drives this, unless you count the desire to finally stop talking about uncomfortable subjects, and as Shin's tongue finds hers - every move so perfectly placed, her mind all too aware of why he moves this way - Kate knows that this is why she was called to hell.
Because she doesn't feel guilty about this, even though she should. Even though it's an asshole move to distract him from this whole conversation this way and he probably knows exactly what she's doing with this kiss, she doesn't feel guilty.
Everyone has to protect themselves in some way. And while lies work for the majority of people she's met so far, Shin's seen too many exposed nerves to fob off with a waved hand and an I'm fine.
But sex distracts well. And, when it's with him at least, is pleasurable enough that she doesn't mind melting into his touch. Her hands are swift in coming into play, finding the fabric of his top and pulling it up, nails grazing lightly across the expanse of his back she exposes. Her tongue teases his lip, piercing rolling against plush skin before she pulls away to find his jawline. )
(funnily enough, he too feels no guilt. he knows exactly what he's doing, controlled and practiced, and while he doesn't want to capitalize on his past, it doesn't mean that he can't use his knowledge and skills for something good, even if that something is to take Katherine out of here for a moment. take himself out of here for a moment, too, when all wounds have been opened and picked at tonight. for a second, his head goes to reira and what he had told her: if he's bringing her more sorrow than taking it away, then there was no point to it.
this is the opposite. it feels healing, in a way, a very painful way. he isn't sure where he stands on his own journey, but he sees kate, and he'd assume better than anyone else. someone who feels little about herself, has been used, and with pieces that remained of her broken heart, she built walls with. walls that to him, are scarily, ridiculously easy to climb, but perhaps not to break... and it's not up to him to do so, either way. he can barely support himself, who's to say he can support her?
but he can tell her with each and every encounter like this that she deserves to be touched, to be loving and loved, to let her guard down sometimes, even if it's with someone like him.
nails on his back is familiar, but they always bring goosebumps to surface, and he lets out a sound in her mouth. congratulations, kate, for figuring out another thing shin personally likes.)
Me? I want to make you feel better.
(and that's exactly what he's about to do, with his kisses descending from her lips all the way to her breasts, hands busy taking off her pants to slide them off.)
( It's not surprising that they're both fucked up. Two fuck ups who've found some sort of commonality, even if that commonality is painful and leads to distractions like this.
Distractions that get Shin making little noises lile that and have Kate repeating the motion of her hands, nails dragging themselves slowly up his back as those words come from his lips and all she can do is breathe out a soft huff of laughter and a- )
Shoulda known.
( But she's not complaining, only pulling her hands away from him long enough to yank the bralette over her head and toss it blindly behind them, her lips brushing his forehead as his mouth glides down to her breasts and she exhales, shuddering, leaning back to offer him more of herself to explore.
This is still unfamiliar territory, but she's beginning to get the picture, enjoying the way he paints it across her body.
Sometimes, being predictable is a good thing, isn't it?
(it means she knows his priority will always be her - whether that's healthy or not is a conversation for another time. nails, kisses, all things he adores given to him without knowledge makes him smile against fair skin, and he tries to hide it with a nibble to her nipple before his lips descend further. they've done this before, so she should have at least some expectation of how he goes at it...
... except this time, it's a bit different. he made sure to keep stimulation to a minimum, so to build expectation as he teases his way down, nails on her inner thigh before his tongue meets her clit. it's slow, as it had been before, but it's much more intense in intent. she fits so well on his mouth that he just wants to appreciate it with all he has.)
( it probably is something that she should think more about, but the sheer reversal in treatment between Shin and Graeme is enough to stop her thinking that intensely about what he's doing and why.
All she cares about right now is that it feels good. And it does, incredibly so. Every move he makes is a testament to experience and so, when he mouth finally meets her clit, Shin is rewarded with two things:
The first, her hand curling into his hair. The second, a rapidly whispered; )
Ohgod-
( her voice pitchy and raw as her legs spread a little further apart. Those nails on his inner thigh earning a twitch, a tightening of her fingers in his hair. )
(encouraging him is all welcome, his voice from a groan vibrating agaisnt her... except it does make him forget nice and slow, tender and loving. he's busy, so much effort and desire put into it as if it were the last thing he is going to do in this life or the next.
the only thing that remains more on the mindful side is his index that slides into her, her anatomy already memorized so he can hit just right.
if her neighbours don't know how she sounds like, they will now.)
( They've probably heard her swear before, frustrated exclamations or groans of disgust as something else goes wrong in this dump of an apartment, but nothing quite like the breathy little gasps Shin gets from her, or the gentle thud of her head against the cabinet door as she squirms against his mouth.
The vibration of his voice against her, the careful exploration of his finger as it slips inside, the texture of his hair as her fingernails run over his scalp... Kate's free hand shifts from where it rests on her stomach, trailing softly upwards to cup her own breast, exploring fingertips drawing circles around the peak of her nipple as she tightens around his finger and bites down on her lip to suppress the groan that threatens to spill out. )
(if she's still muffling noises, it means he can do more. there's nothing he wants more than to hear her voice fill the air, loud as she will allow it, so his tongue fastens the pace, arm wrapping around her thigh to keep her steady and firm against him, nowhere else to go other than the pleasure his mouth is granting her.
he can feel her around his finger, and it does wonders to imagination, he knows just how tight she feels against his cock when she does that, and it grants her yet another finger to play with her sensitive spots. this is going to be in his mind for a while - even if he doesn't fuck her after this, he's definitely going to use it later.)
( Maybe there's something to be said for occasionally muffling yourself. Such as how damn good it feels when Shin does that. That hand on her thigh steadies her but also invites her to sink towards him a little more, her heel catching on one of the drawer knobs on the base unit and using it as added leverage. )
Fuck—
( Her voice is low, a husky groan which rolls deep in the base of her throat as her fingers slowly thread through his spikes, her thumb and forefinger rolling her hardened nipple between them and only adding to the volume of the noises she answers his movements with.
He's probably distracting her more than she's distracting him, now, but damn she isn't going to complain. How could she possibly? )
(no, no, he's very very distracted, actually. all his mouth and fingers do an ode to what makes her breath hitch, whatever that pulls sounds from her being repeated and intensified with every flick of his tongue, every thrust of his fingers.
the hand on his thigh only drops it to grip on her hip, instructing her to roll them against his tongue - a trick that should bring her closer to heaven as his fingers leave her, tongue rolling vertically as to taste his work.)
( Well, he can enjoy the knowledge that any hope of thinking has well and truly escaped Kate's grasp, and with it, any hope of keeping the volume down. Sorry about that, neighbours, but it feels too good to deny Shin the prize of her voice and the trembling of her inner thighs so close to his face.
When his fingers leave her, there's a soft, almost disappointed whine, her legs constricting slightly around either side of his head before her hips follow the urging of his hands and roll against his tongue, sending a shuddering wave of pleasure flooding down to the very tips of her limbs, to fingers which twitch in his hair as her head lolls against the cabinet. )
I— I'm... ( Her words cut off with another groan, replaced once more by his name as it rolls off her tongue in a soft, aching plea.
(he doesn't think he's ever heard kate be this loud. not when he ate her out the first time, not when they slept together the next morning. it's indicative that she trusts him, at least, that he can put the gentleness aside and give her everything he's got without it being something to fear.
and it's exactly what he's doing, all his energy centered and focused on getting her to finish, his hands aiding her hips' movement as his mouth goes as fast as he possibly can have it.
( Well, they've only just started getting to know each other. And there's still a whole lot Kate doesn't even realise about her own body, her likes or desires. She could tell him, easily, what she doesn't like. But the question of what she does is something only Shin has been able to teach her, so far.
And suffice to say he's quite effectively teaching her how good it feels to be the centre of this kind of focus, as his mouth once again brings that blissful wave of pleasure crashing over her as time grinds to a dizzying halt as muscles contract and convulse, every nerve lighting up under his touch and she swears once more, a strangled whisper before all the tension leaves her muscles. )
A-ah—!
( She just barely manages to catch herself before she slips off the counter entirely. At least let the guy up from where he's been eating before doing that, body. )
(she deserves to know, doesn't she? where her body responds to the most, where it feels good to kiss, what kind of stroke sends her to ecstasy faster. it seems that having her hips react to him worked wonders, and he feels like he even deserves a pat on the back for figuring that out himself. look at him go.
except - he wasn't exactly done with her once she slides, and it takes him by surprise. he manages to take a step back before she would inevitably fall on him, laughing in pure amusement once he manages to stand up, the back of his hand wiping his mouth and chin.)
( She does. On that, Kate wouldn't fight him. Not after this. But it's probably a good idea to not spend the whole time sat on the counter. It almost definitely isn't made for that kind of eating, after all.
(Remind her to take some cleaning products to it in the morning. There's no way it's happening now.)
She's gratefully back on two feet, looking up at Shin, unable to even muster up a scowl at his laughter. Apparently orgasms put you in a good mood, who knew. Good enough that Kate reaches to grab his hand, pulling him in for a quick kiss on the mouth. )
C'mon, then.
( You think she's going to lie down by herself? Even if that post-orgasmic lightness is still plaguing her legs, there's still enough energy in her body to want this night to continue.
To want to pull them both further away from all the arguments and explanations that have happened tonight. )
(with how relaxed she is, he assumes her next step is sleep, isn't it? if he could, he'd even carry her, but well. all involved know he has no strength whatsoever, anyway. expectations that just will never happen between them.
his fingers intertwine with hers, and he follows, a quick cheek kiss following the one on his mouth. he's so assured that this was it that he's even fishing a cigarette from his back pocket, sticking it between his lips, atop the piercing.)
( Well, they're not going towards the bed. Maybe that'll be his first clue.
The second will be Kate's fingers pinching the length of the cigarette. Not taking it from him, yet, but certainly holding it as she faces him. It's a little too soon for her body to have lost the sensitivity crackling through it, but that doesn't mean she wants to stop yet.
After all, there's more than one body in the equation here. )
You have a pretty, naked, girl in front of you, who has kissed you and then dragged you to the couch and you're still not getting it, Shin? )
Y'don't wanna do more?
( If he's really adamant, she's not going to push, but her fingers do hook into the waistband of his trousers as she slips around the cigarette she's still pinching to kiss the corner of his mouth. )
Of course I do, but I thought you'd be tired by now. Aren't you all sensitive?
(meaning, touching can be bothersome rather than pleasurable. the cigarette is put aside on the first surface he can find, fingers tracing her spine as he sits, bringing her to his lap as he attaches lips to where her neck and jaw meet.)
( She is, and that's evident in the way his touches make her shiver and gasp, but she slips into his lap nevertheless, straddling him and letting her fingers trace his jaw and tip his head back up so she can kiss him properly. )
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and crumbling.
Kate leans forward into Shin, her arms wrapping around his back and pulling him in close, because she's fucking exhausted and she has been for a long time. Holding herself together, taut and stoic for the sake of the little family she has left, from the moment the police explained that her parents were gone until now, here in hell on a fucking wing and a prayer that she can bring them back... )
This is all I can do. ... It's the only way to help my brother.
( She's not smart. She barely scraped an acceptable amount of exams in the first place. The only way she has left, the only hope of making a difference to her brother's life, is the army or hell. )
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(she has someone who depends on her. that's something shin doesn't truly understand, not to the same level. blast can always find another bassist - other than that, no one really needs him to survive, he's always just had himself.
still, it feels like a rushed decision, one sprouted from despair rather than rationality, and that one he can understand. as she speaks, lips kiss wherever they can find, and once she's done, he pulls back to look at her.)
It's not, though. Can we... Can we think of options together? You don't need to throw your life away. I'm sure that your brother would rather you breathing and money in his pocket rather than the latter.
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Maybe something in her expects the abandonment. Expects her emotions to blow up in her face, not have solutions requested. )
... Can we talk about this later?
( A little deception of a request, because she never intends to talk about it again. But one thats followed up with her lips finding his, magic flowing through her in hope of providing a sensory distraction. )
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the kiss is calculated in every way. gentle enough not to trigger, but in no way passive or uninterested as his tongue goes to meet hers, hands moving to her hips to bring them close to his own.)
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Because she doesn't feel guilty about this, even though she should. Even though it's an asshole move to distract him from this whole conversation this way and he probably knows exactly what she's doing with this kiss, she doesn't feel guilty.
Everyone has to protect themselves in some way. And while lies work for the majority of people she's met so far, Shin's seen too many exposed nerves to fob off with a waved hand and an I'm fine.
But sex distracts well. And, when it's with him at least, is pleasurable enough that she doesn't mind melting into his touch. Her hands are swift in coming into play, finding the fabric of his top and pulling it up, nails grazing lightly across the expanse of his back she exposes. Her tongue teases his lip, piercing rolling against plush skin before she pulls away to find his jawline. )
What do you want to do?
( Distractions, distractions. )
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this is the opposite. it feels healing, in a way, a very painful way. he isn't sure where he stands on his own journey, but he sees kate, and he'd assume better than anyone else. someone who feels little about herself, has been used, and with pieces that remained of her broken heart, she built walls with. walls that to him, are scarily, ridiculously easy to climb, but perhaps not to break... and it's not up to him to do so, either way. he can barely support himself, who's to say he can support her?
but he can tell her with each and every encounter like this that she deserves to be touched, to be loving and loved, to let her guard down sometimes, even if it's with someone like him.
nails on his back is familiar, but they always bring goosebumps to surface, and he lets out a sound in her mouth. congratulations, kate, for figuring out another thing shin personally likes.)
Me? I want to make you feel better.
(and that's exactly what he's about to do, with his kisses descending from her lips all the way to her breasts, hands busy taking off her pants to slide them off.)
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even if that commonality is painful and leads to distractions like this.
Distractions that get Shin making little noises lile that and have Kate repeating the motion of her hands, nails dragging themselves slowly up his back as those words come from his lips and all she can do is breathe out a soft huff of laughter and a- )
Shoulda known.
( But she's not complaining, only pulling her hands away from him long enough to yank the bralette over her head and toss it blindly behind them, her lips brushing his forehead as his mouth glides down to her breasts and she exhales, shuddering, leaning back to offer him more of herself to explore.
This is still unfamiliar territory, but she's beginning to get the picture, enjoying the way he paints it across her body.
She'll let him have his way for now. )
cw they be fucking
(it means she knows his priority will always be her - whether that's healthy or not is a conversation for another time. nails, kisses, all things he adores given to him without knowledge makes him smile against fair skin, and he tries to hide it with a nibble to her nipple before his lips descend further. they've done this before, so she should have at least some expectation of how he goes at it...
... except this time, it's a bit different. he made sure to keep stimulation to a minimum, so to build expectation as he teases his way down, nails on her inner thigh before his tongue meets her clit. it's slow, as it had been before, but it's much more intense in intent. she fits so well on his mouth that he just wants to appreciate it with all he has.)
They got there eventually
All she cares about right now is that it feels good. And it does, incredibly so. Every move he makes is a testament to experience and so, when he mouth finally meets her clit, Shin is rewarded with two things:
The first, her hand curling into his hair. The second, a rapidly whispered; )
Ohgod-
( her voice pitchy and raw as her legs spread a little further apart. Those nails on his inner thigh earning a twitch, a tightening of her fingers in his hair. )
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the only thing that remains more on the mindful side is his index that slides into her, her anatomy already memorized so he can hit just right.
if her neighbours don't know how she sounds like, they will now.)
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The vibration of his voice against her, the careful exploration of his finger as it slips inside, the texture of his hair as her fingernails run over his scalp... Kate's free hand shifts from where it rests on her stomach, trailing softly upwards to cup her own breast, exploring fingertips drawing circles around the peak of her nipple as she tightens around his finger and bites down on her lip to suppress the groan that threatens to spill out. )
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he can feel her around his finger, and it does wonders to imagination, he knows just how tight she feels against his cock when she does that, and it grants her yet another finger to play with her sensitive spots. this is going to be in his mind for a while - even if he doesn't fuck her after this, he's definitely going to use it later.)
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Fuck—
( Her voice is low, a husky groan which rolls deep in the base of her throat as her fingers slowly thread through his spikes, her thumb and forefinger rolling her hardened nipple between them and only adding to the volume of the noises she answers his movements with.
He's probably distracting her more than she's distracting him, now, but damn she isn't going to complain. How could she possibly? )
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the hand on his thigh only drops it to grip on her hip, instructing her to roll them against his tongue - a trick that should bring her closer to heaven as his fingers leave her, tongue rolling vertically as to taste his work.)
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When his fingers leave her, there's a soft, almost disappointed whine, her legs constricting slightly around either side of his head before her hips follow the urging of his hands and roll against his tongue, sending a shuddering wave of pleasure flooding down to the very tips of her limbs, to fingers which twitch in his hair as her head lolls against the cabinet. )
I— I'm... ( Her words cut off with another groan, replaced once more by his name as it rolls off her tongue in a soft, aching plea.
Just a little bit more. )
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and it's exactly what he's doing, all his energy centered and focused on getting her to finish, his hands aiding her hips' movement as his mouth goes as fast as he possibly can have it.
come for him, kate. make his night.)
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And suffice to say he's quite effectively teaching her how good it feels to be the centre of this kind of focus, as his mouth once again brings that blissful wave of pleasure crashing over her as time grinds to a dizzying halt as muscles contract and convulse, every nerve lighting up under his touch and she swears once more, a strangled whisper before all the tension leaves her muscles. )
A-ah—!
( She just barely manages to catch herself before she slips off the counter entirely. At least let the guy up from where he's been eating before doing that, body. )
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except - he wasn't exactly done with her once she slides, and it takes him by surprise. he manages to take a step back before she would inevitably fall on him, laughing in pure amusement once he manages to stand up, the back of his hand wiping his mouth and chin.)
You should lie down a little.
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(Remind her to take some cleaning products to it in the morning. There's no way it's happening now.)
She's gratefully back on two feet, looking up at Shin, unable to even muster up a scowl at his laughter. Apparently orgasms put you in a good mood, who knew. Good enough that Kate reaches to grab his hand, pulling him in for a quick kiss on the mouth. )
C'mon, then.
( You think she's going to lie down by herself? Even if that post-orgasmic lightness is still plaguing her legs, there's still enough energy in her body to want this night to continue.
To want to pull them both further away from all the arguments and explanations that have happened tonight. )
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his fingers intertwine with hers, and he follows, a quick cheek kiss following the one on his mouth. he's so assured that this was it that he's even fishing a cigarette from his back pocket, sticking it between his lips, atop the piercing.)
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The second will be Kate's fingers pinching the length of the cigarette. Not taking it from him, yet, but certainly holding it as she faces him. It's a little too soon for her body to have lost the sensitivity crackling through it, but that doesn't mean she wants to stop yet.
After all, there's more than one body in the equation here. )
What're you doing?
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(his eyes goggle in confusion, head tilting as he looks around.
legit, he isn't getting it.)
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You have a pretty, naked, girl in front of you, who has kissed you and then dragged you to the couch and you're still not getting it, Shin? )
Y'don't wanna do more?
( If he's really adamant, she's not going to push, but her fingers do hook into the waistband of his trousers as she slips around the cigarette she's still pinching to kiss the corner of his mouth. )
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(meaning, touching can be bothersome rather than pleasurable. the cigarette is put aside on the first surface he can find, fingers tracing her spine as he sits, bringing her to his lap as he attaches lips to where her neck and jaw meet.)
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( She is, and that's evident in the way his touches make her shiver and gasp, but she slips into his lap nevertheless, straddling him and letting her fingers trace his jaw and tip his head back up so she can kiss him properly. )
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catch me deadeyeing work and deciding to write blowjobs instead
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