( Well, she does want that. But that presents its own problem:
Namely, that if she has to go grab the condoms, the moment might just be lost. The bathroom's a whole door away, after all. And right now, any steps away from Shin just seem like wasted time.
She does pull away, a distinctly satisfied expression on her face at the way he speaks. Definitely cheating to use her power, but is it really cheating if everyone enjoyed it?
Exactly.
Weighing up her options here. They could stumble to the bathroom together to find them, but then they'd have to stumble back to a place to actually fuck. Or... )
... Fuck it.
( She slips back into his lap in a split second's decision, pressing a kiss to his lips (no powers this time, she promises) as her hips rock into him. )
(he knows exactly what went through her mind, when she had told him earlier that she did have protection on her. it's fear of a moment's lost, and in any other moment, he'd tell her that he's not going to go limp in the minute she excuses herself.
any other moment. right now, unfortunately, it's his age that is commandeering his mind, blind by the sheer pleasure of feeling her raw against his cock. listen, it's not often he gets to do this, much less what he is about to do. with his hand curling around the base, he motions her to lift just a little bit, so he can rub the head against her clit. she's still so wet from when she came that he shudders, attacking her neck in loving bites and pulling skin before he positions himself for her to slide down.)
( It's a stupid, impulsive decision, but earlier clinic-given lessons do help alleviate a little of those usual worries. As does the wash of attention given to her neck, the heat of him between her legs, the tip of his cock teasing her clit and earning a very satisfied groan before it brushes against her entrance and her fingers dig into Shin's shoulders, steadying herself before she lowers her hips, slow. Inch by inch, every brush of his cock inside her electric, earning shallow, gasping breaths and her nails digging into his skin.
This is new, but hell, what isn't at this point? How hard can it be to move your hips right, anyway? If nothing else, her body generally knows what to do when it needs to move. Though the first order of business is to get past the trembling of her thighs, the way everything feels all the more intense without that rubber layer between the two of them. )
Fuck...
( It's a slow start, a careful shifting of her hips as her forehead presses into his, eyes closing as she gives herself over to the pleasure coursing through her with even the barest fraction of motion. )
(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.)
( 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. )
(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.)
( 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. )
(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.)
(just trust me he says, and the fact that she does is both obvious and surprising, enough that there's no sarcasm or eyerolling to that request, even as curiosity burns as to what his plan could possibly be.
Suffice to say, as she is quickly discovering is the norm here, it's all centred on making her feel good. His fingers are one more layer of sensation, one more way her nerves are overwhelmed as he presses inside of her, their hips perfectly matched to an increasingly staccato rhythm.
It doesn't take much longer before she's coming apart beneath him, nails clinging to his shoulders, gasps wordless as she constricts against him, muscles trembling before strength leaves them and all she can do is wrap herself around him, painting lazy kisses to his collarbone. )
(likewise, he can feel her trust, with how she just allows him to proceed and there is no sneer, just an eagerness to follow his lead. she's been changing, he can tell, from flinching and worrying, to just allowing herself to feel - that's what he wanted in the first place.
telltale signs of a climax should tell him to let go himself, but he doesn't, even if it's ridiculously hard to hold on with her clenching around him, nails sliding, and the noises that hit his ears. he knows he can make it last longer, so the rhythm he had employed in both hips and hand slow, almost like a waltz, so perhaps he can get her to come again before he does.)
( Even she can't manage a snarky remark when being driven to pleasure like this. Or, really, think of anything much at all beyond fuck, that feels good.
Which, apparently, is exactly what she needs. Kate doesn't remember the last time she felt relaxed like this, the last time all that existed was the moment without her needing to drown everything else out with alcohol or the whistling of wind in her ears.
She doesn't remember, and right now it doesn't matter. All that matters is the way pleasure tingles down to the very ends of her fingertips, the way Shin slows down and makes every overstimulated brush of nerves send tremors through each and every muscle. The only things that matter are finding something for purchase as she's left without a moment's reprieve, the softness of his touch which she arches into even as she continues to twitch and tighten around him, legs clinging to his waist and head tipping back into the couch cushion, trying to get space, air. To stop from spinning off into bliss again. )
(he's going to look like he's gotten into an altercation with a cat, with how much she's clinging to him, how her nails carved a picture to his skin earlier, and that only adds to the smile he has on his face. little by little, they've been working on something, and while none of them say it out loud, every time they get into bed, it's clear. kate, once fearful and tense, learning to allow herself to be taken by trust. shin, who hardly ever thinks of his own pleasure, solely a tool to heal others from loneliness, learning how to take. it's a silent progression, carefully crafted for one another to grow.
here they are. it's not romantic love, shin wouldn't call it that, but it's certainly a type of love when one is aiding the other to grow.
each stroke of his hand, each thrust of his hips a tender move, slow and deep rather than desperate and rushed, and he can tell she's close - much like he is. a kiss to the forehead is wordless permission, she can let go. she won't lose this even if it ends this time.)
( He has. It's just that this cat starts with a K. (':
Some things are better unspoken, known but never acknowledged. These moments of softness are something only Shin gets to see, to feel, something Kate can only trust him with.
And that trust is still a fragile thing, still something laden with doubt when she's allowed to think too long, allowed to project qualities that never have found their way into Shin's touches or behaviour. Some cynical part of her which is still waiting for the other shoe to drop while the rest of her falls into trust, into hope and desire and lights at the end of the tunnel.
She might be an idiot, but when it feels this good to let go, to give herself over to his hands and his thrusts, being stupid is worth it. And so he wins, if this really is a competition, that wordless encouragement all Kate needs to give in to the all too intense bursts of pleasure rocking through her, a wave which washes through with the whisper of his name against his ear. )
(she's winning him, at least here, when their bodies are intertwined like that, giving him his name to the bottom of his ear, all this care and compassion that leaks from every touch, every gasp, and every moan.
with her reaching it, all he can do is reach it too, and the dilemma comes to his brain at the last moment possible. he has yet to see children in this place, but none of them should have a sleepless night in concern... as much as he'd love to be just a little selfish and possessive and claim it like that.
experience does do wonders. a thrust away from climaxing, he pulls out, letting his hand do the work - warmness landing on her stomach as he gasps for air.)
... Sorry... I didn't want to do it without asking for permission, and it was too late...
( She didn't think about it either, beyond the initial realisation that Emily said it's safe, never thinking to mention it. Too impatient to mention it.
But, without a preference, Kate's fine with going along with Shin's choice. And, perhaps, when the fog of arousal lifts from her head, this will seem preferable to sticky fluids between her thighs. (There's enough of those already, just from herself.) The trail of warmth is creamy against her skin, the scent of sex thick in the air around them as she catches her breath. )
It's... fine. ( Hm. It needs to be cleaned up, though. ) Pass me those tissues.
( Because the other option is her clothes and she's not going to the laundomat with crusty fabrics. )
(as if kate would be the one to clean it. 'pass'... nope. he picks a few, getting his own hand wipe down the mess he's made on her, lips busy pressing wherever they can reach. knees, thigh. a smile won't leave it, making it harder to kiss.
off to the trash the tissues go and he stretches, feeling the burn from her nails on his skin.)
( ...Oh. Well, that's okay too. As are the kisses, each of which get satisfied little noises from Kate, who sits up once he's done cleaning, stifling a yawn as she does so.
But still having the energy to gently swat his hip. )
Hush.
( Also, nice? She'd think it registered as far more than nice, thank you. )
(always like that, but he knows she's happy, all the little noises she's made even when the kisses had been delicate. well, he'll at least get his boxers and jeans back so he can go to the window. please, he needs like 4 cigarettes to unwind from this.)
( Lies. Lies and slander. She is still grumpy. ... Except she isn't. She's content and a little bit sleepy and going to grab a beer from the fridge when he speaks. )
( It's blink and you miss it quick, especially if you're smoking out the window, but maybe, just maybe, there's a moment where Kate sticks her tongue out in response to that comment.
Or maybe it's just a trick of the shitty lighting in this flat. )
( That was never going to be the case, anyway. But she's just gonna sip her drink and roll her eyes. Yes, it's hypocritical to call him out on "catching his breath" with a cigarette when she's hydrating with beer, but Kate never said she wasn't a hypocrite, so.
But she likes to think she's more fun, at least? )
(she is fun. shin adores her with his every breath, even the ones that are covered in smoke. he's laughing at his own joke, but there's a beaming smile that won't leave his lips--
ah. wait. there is something.)
... You don't think we can mess it up, right? I haven't seen any children so far.
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Namely, that if she has to go grab the condoms, the moment might just be lost. The bathroom's a whole door away, after all. And right now, any steps away from Shin just seem like wasted time.
She does pull away, a distinctly satisfied expression on her face at the way he speaks. Definitely cheating to use her power, but is it really cheating if everyone enjoyed it?
Exactly.
Weighing up her options here. They could stumble to the bathroom together to find them, but then they'd have to stumble back to a place to actually fuck. Or... )
... Fuck it.
( She slips back into his lap in a split second's decision, pressing a kiss to his lips (no powers this time, she promises) as her hips rock into him. )
This is alright, aye?
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any other moment. right now, unfortunately, it's his age that is commandeering his mind, blind by the sheer pleasure of feeling her raw against his cock. listen, it's not often he gets to do this, much less what he is about to do. with his hand curling around the base, he motions her to lift just a little bit, so he can rub the head against her clit. she's still so wet from when she came that he shudders, attacking her neck in loving bites and pulling skin before he positions himself for her to slide down.)
Absolutely fine by me.
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This is new, but hell, what isn't at this point? How hard can it be to move your hips right, anyway? If nothing else, her body generally knows what to do when it needs to move. Though the first order of business is to get past the trembling of her thighs, the way everything feels all the more intense without that rubber layer between the two of them. )
Fuck...
( It's a slow start, a careful shifting of her hips as her forehead presses into his, eyes closing as she gives herself over to the pleasure coursing through her with even the barest fraction of motion. )
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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.)
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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. )
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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.)
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( 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. )
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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.)
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Suffice to say, as she is quickly discovering is the norm here, it's all centred on making her feel good. His fingers are one more layer of sensation, one more way her nerves are overwhelmed as he presses inside of her, their hips perfectly matched to an increasingly staccato rhythm.
It doesn't take much longer before she's coming apart beneath him, nails clinging to his shoulders, gasps wordless as she constricts against him, muscles trembling before strength leaves them and all she can do is wrap herself around him, painting lazy kisses to his collarbone. )
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telltale signs of a climax should tell him to let go himself, but he doesn't, even if it's ridiculously hard to hold on with her clenching around him, nails sliding, and the noises that hit his ears. he knows he can make it last longer, so the rhythm he had employed in both hips and hand slow, almost like a waltz, so perhaps he can get her to come again before he does.)
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Which, apparently, is exactly what she needs. Kate doesn't remember the last time she felt relaxed like this, the last time all that existed was the moment without her needing to drown everything else out with alcohol or the whistling of wind in her ears.
She doesn't remember, and right now it doesn't matter. All that matters is the way pleasure tingles down to the very ends of her fingertips, the way Shin slows down and makes every overstimulated brush of nerves send tremors through each and every muscle. The only things that matter are finding something for purchase as she's left without a moment's reprieve, the softness of his touch which she arches into even as she continues to twitch and tighten around him, legs clinging to his waist and head tipping back into the couch cushion, trying to get space, air. To stop from spinning off into bliss again. )
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here they are. it's not romantic love, shin wouldn't call it that, but it's certainly a type of love when one is aiding the other to grow.
each stroke of his hand, each thrust of his hips a tender move, slow and deep rather than desperate and rushed, and he can tell she's close - much like he is. a kiss to the forehead is wordless permission, she can let go. she won't lose this even if it ends this time.)
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Some things are better unspoken, known but never acknowledged. These moments of softness are something only Shin gets to see, to feel, something Kate can only trust him with.
And that trust is still a fragile thing, still something laden with doubt when she's allowed to think too long, allowed to project qualities that never have found their way into Shin's touches or behaviour. Some cynical part of her which is still waiting for the other shoe to drop while the rest of her falls into trust, into hope and desire and lights at the end of the tunnel.
She might be an idiot, but when it feels this good to let go, to give herself over to his hands and his thrusts, being stupid is worth it. And so he wins, if this really is a competition, that wordless encouragement all Kate needs to give in to the all too intense bursts of pleasure rocking through her, a wave which washes through with the whisper of his name against his ear. )
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with her reaching it, all he can do is reach it too, and the dilemma comes to his brain at the last moment possible. he has yet to see children in this place, but none of them should have a sleepless night in concern... as much as he'd love to be just a little selfish and possessive and claim it like that.
experience does do wonders. a thrust away from climaxing, he pulls out, letting his hand do the work - warmness landing on her stomach as he gasps for air.)
... Sorry... I didn't want to do it without asking for permission, and it was too late...
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But, without a preference, Kate's fine with going along with Shin's choice. And, perhaps, when the fog of arousal lifts from her head, this will seem preferable to sticky fluids between her thighs. (There's enough of those already, just from herself.) The trail of warmth is creamy against her skin, the scent of sex thick in the air around them as she catches her breath. )
It's... fine. ( Hm. It needs to be cleaned up, though. ) Pass me those tissues.
( Because the other option is her clothes and she's not going to the laundomat with crusty fabrics. )
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off to the trash the tissues go and he stretches, feeling the burn from her nails on his skin.)
... Nice.
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But still having the energy to gently swat his hip. )
Hush.
( Also, nice? She'd think it registered as far more than nice, thank you. )
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... I really like sleeping with you.
(no shit.)
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Wouldn't have guessed.
( D e a d p a n. )
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(he's just playing, laughter coming off with smoke, before he blows the remaining of it outside.)
I'm not done with you, though. Just let me catch my breath.
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Or maybe it's just a trick of the shitty lighting in this flat. )
... With a cigarette?
( Little shit. )
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(Little Shit.)
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But she likes to think she's more fun, at least? )
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ah. wait. there is something.)
... You don't think we can mess it up, right? I haven't seen any children so far.
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Oh, right. It slipped her mind entirely. )
That's what Emily said. Clinic doesn't have a condom bowl 'cause no one can get pregnant.
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