(kate's got her work cut out for her, but she does have the advantage that no other partner of his has ever had - the sensory power that makes every touch feel velvety, every moan feel like it's right next to his ear, every taste greater. hell, he can still feel her on his tongue, and he wastes no time in making sure she can, too, with how his tongue dances with her own.
a bit of him feels a bit apologetic, unlike kate, there's not much for her to grip on, but it does mean that the nails feel right, the hands are warm, and with everything intensified, her lips on his jaw allow her to hear a whispered curse. digits trace her back, curve her waist, until they find her ass to give a squeeze... and guide her hips to his cock before he remembers something important.)
... Fuck, Kate. We used my last condom. Do you have any?
( She may, but that seems more like a challenge than an impossible wall to climb. Particularly with her new power running rich through her veins. There's more attention paid to those little spots that get noises, moments of pause in the steady descending of her mouth dedicated to extra kisses and nips.
The kind of exploration that was really out of the question before this, when the only thing she could be was still and obedient. Something she doesn't want to return to being. Not when she's started to see how good it can feel. )
Ah— ( Hands on her ass and lingering sensitivity which makes the brush of bare skin painfully electric result in a sharp intake of breath against his shoulder where she's mid-trail of kisses, the pinch of nails as they dig into his hips. One more unusual sensation to add to the myriad Shin's already introduced her to. The tip of him glides along her clit and right against the centre of her, and for a second, Kate doesn't parse his words.
...Oh, right. Condoms.
The clinic certainly didn't have any — and asking came with an explanation that certain potential outcomes are not possible in Jigokucho — but she did manage to pick some up regardless. It just cost actual money (rude). But that thought is enough to sober her up, to bring her away from the aching pleasure running through her nerves and to the point of why she brought him to the couch. ) Don't rush.
( Her body needs a little more time, but more importantly, she does want to give back. And so, it's with some reluctance that she peels his hands away from her ass (she does quite like them there, as it turns out), rolling her hips against him one last time before they shift away and a hand finds him instead, slick with her arousal, stroking while her mouth continues to descend along the bare skin of his chest. )
(impossible not to notice is how hard he is under her, his cock pulsating, yearning, twitching from all the contact, the kisses, the hands, and he's having trouble concentrating on anything else. quite frankly, that hardly ever happens to him, to just lose bits of his sanity and focus on how good something feels when these things happen to him as a mission, a job to fulfill that requires finesse, attention, care.
it just feels incredibly inviting to feel her, gliding and feeling her entrance against him, his head tilting back as she earns another squeeze, a bit stronger this time. damn her powers, clouding his mind... one day, he'll get used to them, but it's just too soon and too sudden for him to do so. naturally, with all this, it's the condoms that his mind goes to... and then he's told not to rush, which grants her a well-spirited laugh.)
Promise you I'm not.
(or else he'd already be naked himself, right? and that thought wraps way too quickly, with her hand curled around him, his eyes closing almost instantly with how insane such a simple act (at least from the myriad of things one can do with it) feels with Katherine. it even makes him curse, hips finding some purchase to thrust alongside her hand - and where's she's going?
( Is it unfair that she uses her power like this? Probably, but she has to take her advantages where she can get them. Isn't that what being in Tamamo's all about? A flutter of a smile curves her lips as they brush the base of his ribs, and by now Kate's managed to lower herself onto the floor between Shin's legs, free hand shifting from the edge of the couch cushion to his knee.
There's a pause. A breath, exhaled against his lower stomach as her fingers stutter to a halt. It's been... a while. But she thinks it should be okay. This rhythm is her own and she's pretty sure Shin won't hurt her. The noises, and the look on his face when she glances up, offering further assurance.
So she breathes, lifting her brows as she catches his eyes. A little bravado, a little courage as her lips meet the tip of his cock with a soft brush of a kiss, a flick of the tongue, tasting herself against his skin as she continues to explore. But slower, more thoroughly than even before. Her finger and thumb curls around the base, holding him steady while her tongue laps a path across the shaft, over the branching paths of veins, slowly mapping them out. )
(and kate is probably the only person who does it for him, not for themselves. thoughts run through his head in the speed of light - how he isn't sure if it truly is for him, not so she can feel better over his clear preference towards making her feel good, how he's concerned about keeping her comfortable through the whole thing, and honestly? how excited he is, with how his skin feels on fire, every touch too intense, every motion felt with too extreme accuracy.
he might come sooner than he's used to, if she keeps using her power in bed with him. when his brain is working again, he might ask her to be careful depending on how long she intends to have it.
she can dictate the pace, he's not going to force anything, not even push her head against his length to help on the rhythm. perhaps this is as exploratory and uncharted territory for her as it is for him, in a way, so he might as well let her have full control of it. hands just take her hair into a ponytail, so he can properly watch her expression as her tongue slides against him, charting where he stands, and it twitches in her hold as leaves out a gasp.
( She isn't sure where the good ideas end and the bad habits start, really. It's strange to be the object of someone's attentions in a way designed to make you feel good, she knows that all too well. Even as old worries flicker to the surface, there's something in doing that's always far more comfortable than simply lying back and allowing things to be done to her.
And, honestly? She's quickly discovering what Shin already knows: it feels incredibly good to make someone make those noises. To have them fully under your spell (quite... literally in this case) as you work. She doesn't wrap her mouth around him, but instead simply teases with kisses and tongue, with fingers curling, occasionally squeezing against the base.
Hands in her hair are enough to bring a second's pause, a look up that almost wavers with uncertainty as her tongue laps against the head, the very tip following the line of the slit. It's fine. There's barely any pressure in his grasp, and he's staying perfectly still.
She's fine. But her other hand does curl into his hip and hold him steady as she continues. Just in case. )
(he's not here to further her trauma. not here to be forceful, to demand pleasure in a way that isn't pleasing to her, too. it's a matter of respect, honor, things that perhaps wouldn't go through the mind of a horny teenager, but it's shin. even with a mist of static fogging his best sense, he's never going to be so out of it as to pull, pin, if that's not where her mind is at.
... and quite frankly, there's no need. her hand and mouth move in synchrony, perfectly so that he squeezes his eyes shut with the sheer force due to her magic, and it's his free hand that grips. the one on her hair lets go, exchanging holding for gentleness in the way he runs his fingers through her hair, encouraging.)
( It makes sense that he knows how to be careful like this, and it pays off in spades. The worst of that uncertainty recedes as she continues, as his hand begins stroking her hair instead. Kisses and licks continue to pepper every inch of his cock, up and down in time with slow strokes of her hand, a steady rhythm carved out in languid minutes.
(Her knees are gonna be killing after this, but that really feels like the least important part of what she's doing.)
Her mouth finds its way, once more, to the tip, and this time, her lips part against it. Just a little. Just experimentally. Just enough to take in the head and suck lightly on it. )
(he's never going to complain about what he can get, but his body betrays him as soon as her lips take in the tip of his cock, with his breath hitching and another noise escaping him.
wet, tight, and ever so slow, and he's sure he could have felt her tongue caressing him when she's taken him. he should tell her he is no match for her power, that she should really make a choice, but he doesn't find the words to do it.
all he finds is the swear that escapes him, almost muttered with his senses all overworked.
( There's a certain high which comes with succeeding at something you're chasing. Like landing the first flip, or winning your first gold, afterwards, all you want is to make it happen again.
And Shin swearing? That's her gold, her victory. The high which encourages her movements. She doesn't need to subject herself to anything here, she does it simply because it feels damn good to win those little noises from him. It doesn't require pain or her hair being yanked, or anything else that always was during this act.
It's a little intoxicating to realise that. The power which an act like this holds, the noises filling her ears, the heat and twitch of him as she tries again, they're all enough to slide her hand from his hips to between her legs as she holds the head of him inside her mouth, tongue teasing the soft skin there before the teasing hand she's slipped between her thighs draws a low groan out of her, rolling ever so teasingly along that tip. )
(don't think he isn't seeing where her hand has gone, the groans and vibrations against his cock sending shivers down his spine, a droplet of sweat rolling from his temple, the noises escaping from him all courtesy of her, in each and every sense.
if she keeps this up, he won't get to fuck her so soon. it's so much willpower that he gathers within him to find his voice again, breathy and unstable. congratulations, kate, you broke the unbroken.)
... I can't last that long with your power, so if you want more, you should get over here...
( 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...
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Date: 2022-07-24 11:33 pm (UTC)a bit of him feels a bit apologetic, unlike kate, there's not much for her to grip on, but it does mean that the nails feel right, the hands are warm, and with everything intensified, her lips on his jaw allow her to hear a whispered curse. digits trace her back, curve her waist, until they find her ass to give a squeeze... and guide her hips to his cock before he remembers something important.)
... Fuck, Kate. We used my last condom. Do you have any?
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Date: 2022-07-25 11:15 am (UTC)The kind of exploration that was really out of the question before this, when the only thing she could be was still and obedient. Something she doesn't want to return to being. Not when she's started to see how good it can feel. )
Ah— ( Hands on her ass and lingering sensitivity which makes the brush of bare skin painfully electric result in a sharp intake of breath against his shoulder where she's mid-trail of kisses, the pinch of nails as they dig into his hips. One more unusual sensation to add to the myriad Shin's already introduced her to. The tip of him glides along her clit and right against the centre of her, and for a second, Kate doesn't parse his words.
...Oh, right. Condoms.
The clinic certainly didn't have any — and asking came with an explanation that certain potential outcomes are not possible in Jigokucho — but she did manage to pick some up regardless. It just cost actual money (rude). But that thought is enough to sober her up, to bring her away from the aching pleasure running through her nerves and to the point of why she brought him to the couch. ) Don't rush.
( Her body needs a little more time, but more importantly, she does want to give back. And so, it's with some reluctance that she peels his hands away from her ass (she does quite like them there, as it turns out), rolling her hips against him one last time before they shift away and a hand finds him instead, slick with her arousal, stroking while her mouth continues to descend along the bare skin of his chest. )
I do, by the way.
( Have condoms, that is. )
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Date: 2022-07-25 01:16 pm (UTC)it just feels incredibly inviting to feel her, gliding and feeling her entrance against him, his head tilting back as she earns another squeeze, a bit stronger this time. damn her powers, clouding his mind... one day, he'll get used to them, but it's just too soon and too sudden for him to do so. naturally, with all this, it's the condoms that his mind goes to... and then he's told not to rush, which grants her a well-spirited laugh.)
Promise you I'm not.
(or else he'd already be naked himself, right? and that thought wraps way too quickly, with her hand curled around him, his eyes closing almost instantly with how insane such a simple act (at least from the myriad of things one can do with it) feels with Katherine. it even makes him curse, hips finding some purchase to thrust alongside her hand - and where's she's going?
is she--
wow. wait? yeah? really?)
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Date: 2022-07-25 02:42 pm (UTC)There's a pause. A breath, exhaled against his lower stomach as her fingers stutter to a halt. It's been... a while. But she thinks it should be okay. This rhythm is her own and she's pretty sure Shin won't hurt her. The noises, and the look on his face when she glances up, offering further assurance.
So she breathes, lifting her brows as she catches his eyes. A little bravado, a little courage as her lips meet the tip of his cock with a soft brush of a kiss, a flick of the tongue, tasting herself against his skin as she continues to explore. But slower, more thoroughly than even before. Her finger and thumb curls around the base, holding him steady while her tongue laps a path across the shaft, over the branching paths of veins, slowly mapping them out. )
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Date: 2022-07-25 05:04 pm (UTC)he might come sooner than he's used to, if she keeps using her power in bed with him. when his brain is working again, he might ask her to be careful depending on how long she intends to have it.
she can dictate the pace, he's not going to force anything, not even push her head against his length to help on the rhythm. perhaps this is as exploratory and uncharted territory for her as it is for him, in a way, so he might as well let her have full control of it. hands just take her hair into a ponytail, so he can properly watch her expression as her tongue slides against him, charting where he stands, and it twitches in her hold as leaves out a gasp.
holy shit.)
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Date: 2022-07-25 06:16 pm (UTC)And, honestly? She's quickly discovering what Shin already knows: it feels incredibly good to make someone make those noises. To have them fully under your spell (quite... literally in this case) as you work. She doesn't wrap her mouth around him, but instead simply teases with kisses and tongue, with fingers curling, occasionally squeezing against the base.
Hands in her hair are enough to bring a second's pause, a look up that almost wavers with uncertainty as her tongue laps against the head, the very tip following the line of the slit. It's fine. There's barely any pressure in his grasp, and he's staying perfectly still.
She's fine. But her other hand does curl into his hip and hold him steady as she continues. Just in case. )
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Date: 2022-07-25 06:34 pm (UTC)... and quite frankly, there's no need. her hand and mouth move in synchrony, perfectly so that he squeezes his eyes shut with the sheer force due to her magic, and it's his free hand that grips. the one on her hair lets go, exchanging holding for gentleness in the way he runs his fingers through her hair, encouraging.)
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Date: 2022-07-25 06:44 pm (UTC)(Her knees are gonna be killing after this, but that really feels like the least important part of what she's doing.)
Her mouth finds its way, once more, to the tip, and this time, her lips part against it. Just a little. Just experimentally. Just enough to take in the head and suck lightly on it. )
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Date: 2022-07-25 07:07 pm (UTC)wet, tight, and ever so slow, and he's sure he could have felt her tongue caressing him when she's taken him. he should tell her he is no match for her power, that she should really make a choice, but he doesn't find the words to do it.
all he finds is the swear that escapes him, almost muttered with his senses all overworked.
please, do it again.)
... Fuck--
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Date: 2022-07-25 07:20 pm (UTC)And Shin swearing? That's her gold, her victory. The high which encourages her movements. She doesn't need to subject herself to anything here, she does it simply because it feels damn good to win those little noises from him. It doesn't require pain or her hair being yanked, or anything else that always was during this act.
It's a little intoxicating to realise that. The power which an act like this holds, the noises filling her ears, the heat and twitch of him as she tries again, they're all enough to slide her hand from his hips to between her legs as she holds the head of him inside her mouth, tongue teasing the soft skin there before the teasing hand she's slipped between her thighs draws a low groan out of her, rolling ever so teasingly along that tip. )
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Date: 2022-07-25 08:09 pm (UTC)if she keeps this up, he won't get to fuck her so soon. it's so much willpower that he gathers within him to find his voice again, breathy and unstable. congratulations, kate, you broke the unbroken.)
... I can't last that long with your power, so if you want more, you should get over here...
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Date: 2022-07-25 08:16 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2022-07-25 08:48 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2022-07-25 09:19 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2022-07-26 12:57 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2022-07-28 03:05 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2022-07-28 08:37 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2022-07-30 04:25 pm (UTC)( 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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Date: 2022-07-30 05:04 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2022-07-30 06:44 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2022-07-30 06:57 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2022-07-30 11:10 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2022-08-01 12:35 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2022-08-01 01:52 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2022-08-01 05:56 pm (UTC)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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