loccent | run with wolves

[ He keeps his hands off her only because there is pleasure in watching her and letting his gaze take in her movements. He chuckles when she remarks on his fridge and for a moment he wonders if it might impress her that there was a time that he'd used his hunting and curing skills to keep his old pack fed. Prices of meat during wartime always went up.

But then she is turning to him and what else can he do but go to her. ]

If you can get out of bed early enough to make us breakfast, then I must not have made love to you properly.

[ He'd wanted to cage her against the fridge but there was no opportunity before this. There is no shyness now, no hesitation as he presses up against her, one hand to her cheek as he captures her mouth. ]

Tell me you have been thinking of me.

[ Because he has had her on his mind plenty these last few weeks. ]

[While Eun is not ready to admit to her discomfort with her ignorance about how things will go tonight (aside from there absolutely being mutual pleasure for them both) it is there at the back of her mind, wondering what he has in mind for this first time. It would be easier for Eun if she had a preference, but between missing sex when it hard and fast and mindless, and this growing yearning for a physical, mental, and emotional connection she's never had in the bedroom, she would be hard pressed to choose.

She has, as a result, tried to take note of what he says to her tonight. That he wants to undress her slowly enough that it does not spoil things too quickly. And now, that tonight tonight he will be making love to her. It is enough, she understands what is to come first and perhaps for that reason she can try to be patient when urgency nips at her heels. It is the first time that someone has said they would make love to her, and rather than inspiring her to cringe, Eun feels her body flushed in reaction. There's a quivery feeling that slips into her stomach alongside the desire he always inspires in her.

Her back hits the fridge and she groans quietly at the contact and pressure. Her hands move to rest at the bend of his arms, lips already parting in anticipation of that first kiss. She leans forward as he draws away to speak, stealing another kiss with with a soft, pleased sound.

These sounds too, were something she had held back, back when they were taking things slower.]

Every day. Every night. [The evenings especially, when everyone else was tucked away in their homes and Eun found herself in the quiet and privacy of her cabin. It had been hard not to think of him, wondering what he was doing. It had been impossible most nights, when she slipped into bed for the evening.] Tell me, too.

Do you know what it is like to dream of you knowing that I had sampled just the barest of tastes at your table? [ His free hand has settled on her hip, but where the rest of him is deliberately still, his hips roll against hers in time to the kisses he steals from her mouth; the way his tongue teases her lips to part.

When he noses at her throat, the beat of her heart is like a drum in his ears, and he lets the hand that had fallen from her cheek to her shoulder palm the curves of her waist. ]

I have not had a woman in my life for a long time, Eun. But it has been both a gift and a curse to keep my hands off of you.

[She's not used to this. She's not used to being the one who is seduced, rather than the one doing the seducing, and even then half of the time her methods can be too strong and blunt. His words make her inhale, hold her breath as that flush rises from her neck to her cheeks. He presses against her in a rolling motion, and Eun cannot stop herself from countering with the same, eyes closed. She murmurs his name into his mouth, tongue pressing forward to stroke his in return.

Her hands move to his waist, clutching the fabric of his shirt into fists as he makes his way to her throat. She leans into it even as her hands tug him tighter against her, encouraging him to pin her to that flat surface. To increase the pressure against her body and just how well she can feel him moving, hips to hips.]

I've never wanted anyone as badly as I want you, and I've never felt so...so...[Need temporarily robs her of her words, and she opens her eyes as if it would somehow help.] So susceptible to another person. You don't know how many times I had to tell myself not to take the rest of my clothes off that morning, or to not come here and knock on your door in the middle of the night.

[ There is a soft, pleased sound at her confession, which seems utterly at odds with the way he uses his hips and his upper body to pin her tight against the fridge, since his hands have moved to cup her buttocks possessively.

The image of her knocking at his door in the dead of the night is doing wonders for unravelling his patience and control. ]

It is good-- [ he has gone back to nipping at her mouth his gaze hooded with the wolf lightening the brown to gold ] --that you elected not to, mi amor.

[ He allows himself the opportunity to tease her, fingers tracing the valley between her butt cheeks with the promise of what exactly he'd like to do.

He's not going to be able to keep from ruining their fun after all. ]

Eun [ he breathes ] I need you.

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[He gives her exactly what she wants, and Eun moans at once, to hear his sounds in her ears, to feel him tight against her and, god, his hands on her backside. Any attempts to remain patient, to pace herself, are quickly flying out the window. There is no part of her that holds any lingering shame, not even for the desperation she feels as his teeth nip into the soft flesh of her lip. She grinds against him wantonly, craving the friction and motion of an act she's been without for several months.

As his fingertips slip over a sensitive area, Eun trembles against him, eyes already half-dazed with need. Her hands paw at his body, slipping under his shirt even as they brush below the band of his pants. They have only just begun and yet she cannot think of a single reason to hold back in the face of his confession.

She kisses him, hungry and desperate, hands grasping at his sides, hes chest, as if it could somehow alleviate the pressure of desire she feels.]

Asil...[His name comes out as a groan, her leg slipping between his so that she comes to ride against his thigh.] Why aren't you naked and inside me right now?

[Love making will have to wait, she thinks.]

[ He is - to put it mildly - shit at making promises to keep things slow. ]

How much do you love this shirt?

[ His voice is strained as he's picking her up and swiftly moving her to the countertop. ]

[Just like that, Eun's excitement spikes, and while Asil is questioning her love of her shirt, she's already pulling at the back of his to yank it over his head.]

I don't. Just the jeans.

[And even knowing they have to come off, Eun is already wrapping her legs around him as she had days earlier, trapping him against her body for the moment with a huff of breath.]

[ He lets her take his shirt, moving to help hurry the removal of the fabric off his torso. He needs her skin on his. Roughly, he manages: ]

I will replace this.

[ It's a promise. Even as the fabric rips from behind, his mouth finding the patch of skin revealed by her shirt's vee before he discards the shirt to the floor.

He wants her naked so he can kiss her in the places he's tortured himself with dreams of. But he satisfies the need of the beast by pressing his mouth to the vulnerable flesh between her ribs.

She's as sweet as he remembers her being that morning when she'd first come to visit his home. His fingers make quick work of her belt, the buckle ringing lightly against the terracota tile as he begins to focus on easing her jeans down her hips. ]

[There's naked greed in her eyes as his shirt comes off. Eun would never be the one to say he is too beautiful because she wants every inch of him just as he is. Her hands grasp at his waist, nails dragging over bared skin as he in turn grasps the fabric of her shirt. One hand rises up to cup the back of his head as his mouth find s her skin, and she learns in an instant the first benefit of his many years.

He rips her shirt down the back and Eun gasps at how quickly it comes off her body. She arches toward him, urging him on, hips half lifting into his hands as his mouth makes it way to soft, sensitive skin beneath her breast.]

Need, you, Asil.

[She wriggles on the table, trying to help, trying to lift away from the surface as he pulls her jeans down. The moment she's free of them and can settle down once more, her hand darts forward for the buckle of his belt, intending to return the favor from her perch on his countertop. Her legs wrap around him, craving the feel of him against her once more with urgent, needy sounds.]

[ As much as he wants his mouth on her right now, countertop is too high for either of them to be completely comfortable if she stays seated on it. So, before he brings them somewhere else, he lifts his lips to her again, one hand possessive on the back of her head as he helps her down so her feet touch the floor. ]

Turn around. [ It surprises him that the words come out silky, a purr against her cheek as he guides her hips.

Her underwear is simple black cotton - and his wolf idly muses on what she might look in lace or leather - but cotton is convenient as he tugs it down before he kneels as his fingers find her already moist.

Her legs are lovely. He knew this before. But the way he touches her is closer to worship.

He's unable to resist a little love nip on her behind. ]

[He interrupts her efforts with a kiss, and she eagerly responds with urgent noises at the back of her throat, moving as he guides her so long as he doesn't stop kissing her.

She finds herself on her feet, down to her bra and panties, wondering if they're headed to the bedroom or the kitchen table--but instead he turns her, and Eun shifts until she is braced against the counter, shuddering at the sound of his voice. It makes her wonder how much more it would affect her, were she to hear him talking to her in that tone from between her thighs.

It's only when he kneels behind her that she begins to realize that perhaps they were thinking the same thing. His hands draw her underwear down, and at the first brush of his fingers between her legs she moans his name, pleading through tone. She can't see him, cannot watch him or anticipate. Her senses are alive but far more sensitive to his touches than any movement she might perceive.

And when she feels the nip of his teeth on one cheek she jolts, finger pressing tight to the surface of the counter. Rocking against the edge of the counter, she shivers. Everything she feels is compounded by anticipation.]

Mi amor...

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[ He sighs against her skin, pleased at the sound of the way she moans his name. When he spreads her legs, he lets his palms skim down the strength of them, lifting his face so he can taste her.

He is a patient hunter, and has, on occasion been accused of his penchant to play with his food. He turns all that instinct towards pleasuring her now, one hand lifting so he can toy with her clit even as he laps his tongue against her heat.

There is nothing more rewarding for him than to make her knees weak. To have her quivering over him as he loves her with his mouth. ]

[She knows that she wants it, she wants it so desperately she's all but trembling above him. He gently spreads her legs and she can't, strokes his hands over all that bare skin, and Eun curls her toes against the tile floor.

The first touch of his lips has her freezing in place, muscles in her legs tensing tightly. His mouth is wet and hot against her and she is struck by how incredible it feels after all this time. Eun tries hard to stay still, even as his hand rises to stroke over her clit, but it's so, so difficult.

If they were on a bed, perhaps she could have stroked his shoulders or pressed her feet against the mattress. She might have been able to rise up against his mouth, but she is stuck in this position, standing as he pleasures her the way she's been thinking of for weeks. She can't imagine being able to stay there long enough to come, and yet the visual of him bringing her just as they they are not drives her excitement higher.]

Oh god, oh my god...please...

[ He smiles against her skin before returning to his task of making her quiver. When he pulls back, he replaces his tongue with his fingers to show her a preview of what he plans to do later on.

They won't be spending the entire time here. Her comfort and the promise of more than simple foreplay has him coming up behind her. Tracking a path up her spine with his mouth now, even as he strokes her with varying degrees of urgency. ]

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[Grateful as she is for the press of his mouth against her, tongue making her shudder above him as it is, Eun cannot help but realize that all of this pleasure just makes her want more. She opens her mouth to say something, to ask at last, when he pulls back and presses inside her with his fingers.

She groans his name at once, one elbow slowly buckling so that she braces against the counter with a forearm. Her body slowly rocks against the press of his fingers as he rises, as he draws his mouth up her spine and drives her wilder. Keeping quiet is an impossibility now, and she squeezes tightly around his fingers with each plaintive sound for more.]

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[ He feels her buckle and he is unable to resist nipping her shoulder in a bid of possessiveness. Asil snakes an arm around her waist, drawing her back against him while offering support, even as he strokes her with even more urgency.

He scents her desire, her arousal. And the plea she wraps around the syllables of his name is music to his ears. ]

Tell me what you want, Eun.

[Eun lets out a purr at the nip to her shoulder, body shivering in response. She trusts his strength as she would have no others as he pulls her back against him, savoring the contact even as he drives her crazy in his arms.

She wants more, she wants to face him, she wants a hundred things all fueled by her impatience and need. Eun covers his arms with her own, trying to let him bring her what she's been craving...and when he asks her what she wants she lets out a low, brief laugh. It only briefly interrupts the other sounds she gives him, hips still rolling against his touch in a bid for satisfaction.]

Five-million dollars in unmarked bills, darling, what do you think I want?

[ He answer is so unexpected - and hardly the appropriate one to his posed question. But he laughs, a lpw and throaty sound as he spins her around to slant a thoroughly carnal kiss over her mouth. ]

Enough of foreplay.

[ He picks her up easily and expertly, keeping her close with one arm while the other hooks behind her knee to urge her to wrap her legs around his waist. Making a beeline for his bedroom is easy after that - he does not lock the door, has no need to.

There will be a bruise on her shoulder in the shape of his lips tomorrow. There will be another right beneath her jaw.

But first, he will get them both onto his bed where he can cover her properly with his body. ]

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[His laugh somehow only further adds to her arousal. She enjoys the edge of play in their interaction, and so she is smiling, pleased with herself when he turns her to claim her mouth for another kiss.

With his answer, she allows another low chuckle to slip out, fully in agreement. He's picked her up enough times now to sense when he's about to do it. His hands move, and Eun rises up into his arms, legs already moving around his waist even as he seeks to guide them. Her eyes briefly catch glimpses of his home as they move, the stairway and the hall of the second floor, but aside from a quick look at his bedroom, her attention is fully on him.

He settles her on the bed, and covers her with his own, and Eun leans up to steal a kiss of her own, all impatience with teeth and tongue--and absolutely a distraction.

Her legs, which had wrapped around his body, still tangle around his legs. He may sense her tensing, but as a werewolf she is faster than she ever was as a human. With strength and speed she attempts to flip them, to press him back to his own bed and sit straddling his hips.]

[ Eun catches him by surprise, but then he is so very distracted by the whole of her that he does not register when they roll, only that she ends up straddling him. The moon on her shoulder and the large window that takes up nearly an entire wall frames her for him in a play of shadow and silvery light.

Asil rears up, a sigh passing his lips as the welcome weight of her presses down against his arousal. He uses one arm, bent at the elbow to prop him up, while the other rests at the small of her back, drawing her near.

There is hunger in his eyes as he watches her, his lips closing over one breast to suckle and nip with a hint of teeth. ]

[That he does not immediately try to flip them over again or protest pleases her immensely. It's evident from the expression on her face, which only deepens with pleasure as he sighs. Eun shifts ever so slightly, aware of her weight, aware of the pressure and friction between them.

And when he props himself up, as he tries to draw her closer, Eun allows him for the moment. His mouth finds her breast and she shudders against him with a low groan of approval.

But she does not surrender to what he offers as easily as she had in the kitchen.

Her hand finds his chest and pushes him down with intent, and Eun leans over him, skimming past his mouth and making her way to his throat. There, she kisses, but does not nip, and sucks over his beating pulse as her voice comes out rough and aroused.]

You had your chance in the kitchen. You got to touch and tease and make me moan for you. But you missed your window for anything more for the moment, and now it's my turn.

[And perhaps he will note that there is something in her tone to indicate that she does not mean to let this chance slip by. Her hands stroke down his chest and stomach as she tentatively scrapes her teeth over his skin, hips rolling gently against his in a way that is as much for her pleasure as it absolutely is for his.]

[ His back hits the mattress and he almost forgets to breathe. This is a different side to her. One he'd glimpsed briefly and not a moment more. His lips are dry with want, his breaths short when she rolls her hips and his own rise up to meet her rhythm.

When he blinks, and gold seeps into his irises, anticipation building eith each passing second. ]

Will you ride me, querida?

[ The words leave him like a caress and he lets his gaze rake appreciatively over her nakedness. ]

[They had been taking it slow, and so Eun had let him direct things, let him show her how far he was willing to go and had done nothing to escalate things. She had held back her need and her want, and she had held back the side of her that all too often was assertive. Dominant.

There is no reason to hold back now, and as her fingers play over the muscle of his chest, brushing past his nipples as well, she pulls back to look him in the eyes. The wolf rises in her gaze, and Eun's fingernails rake lightly over his skin.]

When I'm ready, I will.

[But first, she feels that turnabout is fair play. While Asil had enjoyed sampling the flesh and curves of her body, Eun hasn't done the same. Her mouth works its way down from his throat to his chest, kissing and sucking where she pleases, and teasing sensitive dips and lines of his abdomen with the tip of her tongue. She does not bother to hide her intentions, which is working her way lower down his body. Perhaps he might have enjoyed if she were to ride him through his underwear, but as Eun indulges in nipping at the soft skin of his side, she doesn't see the point in leaving that garment on any longer. After pressing a final kiss to his abdomen, just above the band of his clothing, she rises up once more to hook her fingers beneath. Lifting, tugging, she pulls the last of his clothing down and away, and lets her fingertips trail down the newly exposed skin at the crease of his thigh. It is not, perhaps, where he wants her hand at the moment, but Eun has a particular fondness for the sensitivity of that soft space and its proximity to things that draw her attention.

Her eyes lift to meet his once more, watching his face as her hand travels inward and gently encircles and strokes him.]

[ He has to fight back the hiss that threatens to passes his lips when Eun sets her mouth of his body. She'll feel him shift beneath her, not enough to dislodge her from where she sits, but enough for her to know that he's receptive to her ministrations.

Asil presses the back of his head back against the mattress, his knees drawing up to keep her settled across his hips only to move when she moves to do away with the last strip of clothing hiding him from her.

He is well on his way to hard and a sharp shudder moves through him when he feels her trace the vulnerable juncture of hip and thigh. He is muttering in low, short and breathless Spanish all the while - and when she finally lays her hand on him he finds his fingers curling tight around her flesh.

His eyes are bright gold - the wolf brought forth because of his rising lust. ]

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