familiar spaces | we'll be in love by the morning

[larue]

Characters

Joshua Lee Brennan
I was called to serve

Mae Crawford
The real monster is capitalism

Ana Juarez
Here comes the trainwreck

PREMISE

it's never too late.

no matter what's

happened to you,

you can always

begin again
Let's try that again | Eudio AU

THREAD TRACKING

© tessisamess

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[larue]

That makes him laugh - a full throated sound that evens out into pants as he feels she ways she moves over him, a perfect, goddamned fit.

With her hands braced on his shoulders, he takes the opportunity to capture that mouth of hers again, one hand coming up to knead one generous breast. "I won't mind if you won't hold it against me if I fixate a little on these." A none-too-gentle squeeze at that; his thumb toying circles around her hardened nipple.

"Turn around, Mae. I want to fuck you and touch you at the same time."

[brobeforehos]

"Ambitious." Not that she minds, she just likes to be the one who teases him. It makes her go on a massive power trip, to know he wants her this much, to have all this control over him.

The idea that he'll leave marks on her hips, her neck, her shoulders, as she rides him, is enough encouragement to do exactly as told. She gets off him, albeit reluctantly, and moves until she is straddling him again, facing his legs now.

"Come back inside," she murmurs, her voice cracking a little bit on the deep-rooted need. She can't see behind her as well as he can, not with her generous curves in the way, but she leaning forward, raising her ass for him to guide her down on his cock again.

[larue]

As Mae does that, he's grabbing a pillow to serve as padding between the headboard and his back. Sitting upright as she straddles his legs means that Josh can draw her back up against his chest with an arm around her torso; palm hungry as he cups one generous breast.

His breath will be warm against her nape; lips and teeth teasing the lobe of her ear as he guides her tight, wet heat over and around his cock once again.

Here's a moan muffled against your skin, darling. Even as his hand squeezes your breast, his middle and index finger catching your nipple between them.

[brobeforehos]

"Oh, fuck, that's perfect," she gasps out, grinding back and down against him. The angle of this position has him hitting a spot inside her that makes her eyes cross with pleasure. Impatient now, she resumes her movement from before.

Or tries to. The thing is, with his arm against her chest, she is left without much leeway to ride him, so the only resource she has left is rocking against him, squirming, a little whine escaping her throat. Then it turns into a whimper as he finds her nipple, pebbled stiff and sensitive, and clamps around his length.

"How are you real," she wonders to herself, voice a little breathy.

[larue]

The only response she gets is the way he palms her skin, the hand on her breast moving up to catch her by the chin so he can tilt her face to the side. His lips are at her cheek, the kisses he leaves tender against her skin. "Keep talking like that and I'll show you just how real."

Meanwhile, his other hand moves over her stomach and down between her legs. He finds her clit slick with cum, and he sighs as he traces her nether lips. The room is warmer and heady with the scent of sweat and sex. He parts her folds gentle, before turning his attention back to stroking her clit with deft and quick strokes.

[brobeforehos]

She is smiling first, delighted by the way he grips her chin in place, wanting to tell him about a dozen fantasies that start exactly like this. He finds her clit easily, and she is so sensitive and so turned on that even the introductory touch has her letting out a heady moan, lips falling open and eyes wide as she looks sideways at him.

"Oh god, oh - " A strangled sound follows, and she writhes a little on top of him, shaking as the pleasure and pressure between her legs builds up. "Gonnacome - I want - oh fuck, yesyesyes..."

[larue]

"Not yet," he whispers, the arm around her torso tightening as he slows the way his fingers stroke her, index finger tracing a slow line around where she ends and he begins. "Hold off for me, darling. I want your legs quivering with effort."

He loves the press of her walls around him; the way they fit so, so well.

A nip at the shell of Mae's ear, his voice low and breathy as he palms her breast again. "Tell me all those guilty fantasies, Mae. Tell me how you want to be touched."

[brobeforehos]

She lets out a little whimper the moment he says not yet, and has to bite her lip, spark a bit of pain for focus, just so she doesn't come then. Because see, her kink might be very tightly related to control, and surrendering it to someone she trusts. Oh, alright, the truth: surrendering it to him. Only to him.

She flutters around him, already shaking with effort not to chase her bliss, hips still rocking a bit as she struggles to not squirm. Not ride. Not do much anything.

"Oh, fuck, you dick," she gasps out when he bites her ear, the sensation travelling from ear to clit, a bolt of pleasure. "Months of...f-fucking...pining...and you want me to wait..." A little cry here, then: "I - this. This might be one. Maybe. Yeah."