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[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"I can tell," he mutters in a breath of a whisper. He dips a finger inside of her again, curling it slightly, his thumb brushing against her clit. He closes his eyes, focused and attentive on her, mostly ignoring his own needs. He's aching and uncomfortable, but there's plenty of time.

Jacob was never the sort who indulged as much as he wanted. He never went to excess, and while he disregarded Joseph's preaching about full chastity and temperance, the beauty of denial is not completely lost on him. He holds himself back now, but only because of the promise of soon.

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[handleyourshit]

She would be perfectly happy to reciprocate, if he wanted that; she understands this too, though, the focus on her. The pleasure that can come from giving pleasure to another.

And she's eager for it. It doesn't take long before his finger hooked into her is slick with her arousal, and her breath comes shorter and harsher where she stays draped against him. She leaves the one hand where he put it, more or less, and the other struggles to find purchase - behind her on his shoulder, his neck, beside her along his arm, before ending up holding onto his leg as she grinds against the pressure of his hand between her legs.

"Fuck yes - Jacob, keep going, fuck," she breathes, voice instinctively low and unconsciously fast.

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[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He slides another finger inside of her, fucking her that way as his own hips rock against him. "Come on," he encourages her in a whisper, lust and want evident in his voice. "You're so fucking good, just like that." He doesn't change his rhythm, doesn't change the pressure, just continues on how she likes it.

He could come like this himself.

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[handleyourshit]

The angle is all wrong, of course, but she recognizes the movement of his hips on some subconscious level - she works, even, to rock herself between the press and plunge of his fingers, and the way he's moving behind her. She pulls her lip through her teeth, moaning in a way that peaks with the forward roll of her hips, slacks with the backward slide of the same.

And then she's losing herself, losing the rhythm of it as her orgasm builds, until she's bucking in stutters and stops between his fingers snug inside her, and the solid wall of him behind her.

She grabs onto him, his name on her lips a keen of sound, shuddering into climax.

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[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Jacob's room is entirely soundproof, thanks to his little stunt with Hilbert, and Norton never took it off. He keeps his hand there between her, fixed and gentle, letting her fuck herself that way as she rises and falls. When he feels her tighten around him, he presses a desperate kiss against her skin, sucking hard to make a faint mark at the display.

"Goddamn," he breathes in her ear, slowly pulling his fingers away.

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[handleyourshit]

She keeps herself quiet even so, instinctively avoiding making noise, avoiding drawing danger right down on their heads.

He goes to pull away, and she just as instinctively reaches to cover his hand and keep it right where it is, massaging herself in slow, steady circles just because it feels good.

"I couldn't agree more," she pants, laughing, lounging back against him bonelessly. "I'm glad you wanted to play."

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[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He lets her hold him there, not at all eager to be apart. "I think I'd be happy to play again," he decides.

"You can have your eyes back," he sighs, too busy holding her to do it himself.

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[handleyourshit]

She reaches up and slides the blindfold off, blinking to adjust.

Then she rubs her free hand up and down the line of his thigh beside her.

"What shall we do about you? Hm?"

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[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He automatically rolls his hips forward a little, laughing at himself. "Fuck, after that? It won't take much." He presses a kiss to her neck. "But I think I can last a bit longer if you want."

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[handleyourshit]

She laughs, both amused and at the feel of his breath, his beard and lips tickling her skin.

She grinds her backside back just a bit into him, teasing.

"Will you let me get my mouth on you?"

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[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Hell yes," he says with maybe a little more enthusiasm than he had planned. But he's uncomfortable and aching and all he wants is her.

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[handleyourshit]

She twists, grinning at him, delighted.

"Well, I'd better get to it," she answers, turning over to face him and sliding back to her knees between his.

"You can keep your hands on me," she encourages, reaching for his boxers to free his cock to the air and her hands.

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[weaponwithoutpurpose]

He leans back, propping himself up on one hand, the other tangling a little in her hair.

"I like your hair down like this," he mutters, the words coming in a soft hiss as his cock meets the air.

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[handleyourshit]

And she loves hands in her hair, wouldn't even mind if he were a little rougher; she can't tell him that though because she doesn't waste any time teasing him. She licks a broad, swift stripe right up the underside of his cock and then swallows it down like it's all she's thought about since he started touching her.

It's partially true. She hums her approval, bracing herself on his hip for both their sakes.

[pharadyne]

If I provide the details, could you tell me how you would have solved it?

[He's curious, and also it will keep him distracted from his thoughts to focus on the maze as a puzzle and not think about the temporary loss of memory.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Sure.

That - something you want to relive?

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[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Fuck," he breathes out, letting the word linger in the air and his fingers do dig into her scalp slightly. He doesn't tug hard, but he doesn't let her move much. She's so goddamn good at this, her mouth nothing short of the stuff in his filthiest fantasies.

"Yeah, Ro...fucking hell, that's already so good."

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[handleyourshit]

She does her best where he has her, hollowing her cheeks and massaging back and forth with her tongue. She likes doing this. She doesn't care what it might make others call her.

She pulls up and off with an obscenely wet sound, licking her lips and using her hand instead to jack him a few times while she says, "You don't have to go easy on me, cariño," and then she relaxes her throat and takes him in as deep as she can.

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[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Every place she touches sends him hotter and hotter, his grip not loosening. "No," he groans. "No, fuck, this is too good."

She takes him down, though, and he rocks up into her mouth. He can't help it. He builds and builds, a wave that he couldn't stop even if he wanted to.

"Oh fuck, Ro...I'm - fuck - I'm close," he warns and, for the first time, his fingers let go of her hair, letting her move away if she wants.

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[handleyourshit]

She moves with him when he thrusts up into her mouth, staying close but making sure they can't hurt each other; she's willing and able, and when he lets go, she grabs for him to keep him from pulling back.

She holds onto his hips, and makes one more effort to sheath him entirely in her mouth and throat, humming to take him right over that edge.

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[weaponwithoutpurpose]

"Oh fuck," he shudders, repeating it over and over. Since she doesn't pull away, he grabs her hard as he spills into her mouth with her name on his lips.

For a breathless, dizzying moment, he's unsure of where he is, what he's doing, but he lets go of her completely.

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[handleyourshit]

It takes some doing, her cheeks flushed with her effort, but she swallows down what he gives her. She gasps for breath when she pulls back, dragging in air, but she's smiling too - pleased and proud of them both - as she swipes one hand across her mouth and steadies him with her hands on his hips.

"God, I love seeing that," she purrs, kissing the skin just below his navel, the muscle to one side, as she pulls herself up next to him on the bed properly so she can get her arms around him.

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[weaponwithoutpurpose]

With shaking, trembling limbs, he pushes himself up on the bed and entwines himself with her.

"Goddamn, that's good," he murmurs, pulling himself together enough for a lazy kiss to that beautiful mouth.

[pharadyne]

I'm not reliving it. I'm... [He doesn't know what he's doing, just that he simultaneous hates it and feels terror at the thought of forgetting it, which makes it harder to pretend he has the way he normally does when bad things happen.]

...recontextualizing it.

[He scurries over to his bookshelf to fetch a notepad and a pencil and few other small objects, brings it over to the coffee table and starts drawing a quick diagram of the dungeon. The central space, the cells around, the door the monster came through, the hallway and the cell at the end. He draws an "X" where the lever was, a lying down stick figure where the girl appeared to be trapped. He takes an engraved silver lighter from his pocket and places it in the hallway behind the door. A few dice become the crates and boxes he'd hidden behind. Last is a small brass button in one of the cells.]

So, I'm the button. Or you're the button now. We'll assume your cell door is open. There's a woman in a closed cell with a bloody great boulder suspended over her here, a mysterious lever here, a open cell full of blood and remains there, and a door on the other side of the room that--for now--is closed.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He stands up and leans over him, getting a feel for the space.]

Alright. And so if I look around, the floor, the ceiling, is that closed door the only way out? Is there a way out through the prisoner's cell?