weaponwithoutpurpose

weaponwithoutpurpose

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From:

handleyourshit

She shivers, imagining the way he's smiling, tracking him as he steps away from her, focusing on where he's still touching her.

She resists the urge to reach back for him, instead taking one step, and then another, until her calves brush the blankets and she sits as she's bidden.

"I'm a simple girl, querido. The kinds of things I daydream about that have details are boring."

From:

weaponwithoutpurpose

"What's that one?" he wonders with a smile she can't see but might hear. He's - at ease here with her. Confident in himself and his movements. Confident in her.

"Doesn't sound like a curse, so it must be something nice."

When she sits, he slides in behind her, his legs to either side, pulling her back against his chest. He's better able to touch her now that they're sitting, and he uses one hand to guide her thighs apart.

From:

handleyourshit

Her lips curve, playful, when she answers: "Darling. Or sweetheart."

She stays tense only because his weight moves the bed in ways she's not able to predict, but she relaxes again when he pulls her against him. She tips her head back onto his shoulder, and lets her knees fall further apart, aware of the warmth and weight of his hand on her like a firebrand. She smooths her hands up his thighs since he hasn't forbidden her from doing so.

"This could make it into a daydream," she murmurs.

From:

weaponwithoutpurpose

He didn't forbid her for a reason; he's quite enjoying letting her have her hands. His own drift up on the inside of her thighs, but he stops just short as he laughs. "I like that," he admits. It gives him the same warmth, the same small thrill, as when Astarion uses his name.

"And you and I have the same daydreams." His beard brushes against her shoulder as he takes her hand. "Show me how to touch you. Show me how you like it."

From:

handleyourshit

"You do alright on your own," she answers, arching her back a bit to press her shoulders more firmly back against him, to cant her hips to a better angle.

But he takes her hand and says that, and she hums thoughtfully.

"Gently," she tells him, and interfaces their fingers to drag them up between her legs, pressing firmly but just passing over top for now.

From:

weaponwithoutpurpose

He presses kisses, teeth soft against her skin, near her shoulder and nods. "Gentle," he repeats, because he is good at following directions.

He shifts a bit himself, too, already more affected than he was before by her. His skin is flushed, and he's glad of her blindfold to hide it. He curls his hand lightly around hers as she moves close, a whisper of a touch, the warmth of her brushing against his fingers.

From:

handleyourshit

"That's it," she murmurs, adjusting the slide of their hands to be more precise, to press just a bit harder at the top, dip their fingers just a bit deeper at the bottom.

"Nice and slow," she coaches, her hips grinding a bit forward, pulling her lip between her teeth.

"Just like that."

From:

weaponwithoutpurpose

He curls his fingers at the bottom, letting out a breath. She's soft and warm and enticing, and he presses a desperate sort of kiss to her back. "Slow," he repeats, and he's in no hurry to rush her through this. His other hand still curls around her, tightening against her stomach to hold her back against him. "How's that?"

From:

handleyourshit

As they set up a rhythm w8th their hands, Rosita's hips begin to roll to match. Small at first, but more pronounced as her arousal builds, as their fingers begin to encounter not just warmth but wetness, too, to ease the way.

She moans soft approval, leaning back against him with her entire weight now, sucking in a sharp breath at the warmth of his mouth, the scratch of his beard at her back.

"So fucking good," she groans, her other hand reaching up behind her for him. "Harder now. Just a bit -"

From:

weaponwithoutpurpose

He can feel her arousal there, enticing and warm, and he can feel his own body reacting in turn. So close, he knows she'll feel it too.

"God, you're so good," he mutters as he accepts her weight against him. He looses his arm around her just enough to gently caress her breast, flicking his thumb against a nipple.

From:

handleyourshit

She does feel him, and it makes her smile; makes her laugh, softly, pleased at the mental image she has to draw since she can't simply look down, at the attention to her breasts.

It means she can feel where their skin slides together through the light sheen of sweat, her hand up by his neck and shoulder feeling his muscles work to hold her in place and follow her lead when she switches from back and forth strokes to circular attention centered on her clit.

"I can be better," she breathes, turning her head and breathing him in, her voice low and husky with want.

"Is this what you want from me? All that you want?"

From:

weaponwithoutpurpose

"Right now? Yeah. Move your hand; I think I can figure it out on my own. Put it on the bed and leave it there," he murmurs against her skin, dipping a finger inside of her once before returning his attention to her clit.

"This is all I want from you. Just enjoy it." As much as he wants to fuck her, he wants even more to make her come just like this. In his arms, right against him, blindfolded and bare.

From:

handleyourshit

Her hips hitch, chasing that pressure from that finger, as eager to be fucked as she can feel that he is eager to fuck her - but she pulls her hand back obediently, splays it palm out on the bed before her fingers curl into the blankets.

"I can do that," she pants, her nails crooking into his skin involuntarily when he hits a spot just right. "You can go harder now. I want you to go harder now."

It's the last instruction she gives him, in case he's still bound by her initial advisory to go gentle, go slow. She shifts against him, liking how his body frames hers, savoring his attention on her.

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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."

From:

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.

From:

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?"

Edited Date: 2024-12-14 04:24 am (UTC)

From:

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."

From:

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?"

From:

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.

From:

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.