You can grind against me as much as you need, baby, and I'll move right back. Especially when I feel you getting hard, find a way to move my hips so that I grind against every inch of you.
Thinking about you, about this already has me so wet. Would you go slow? Or would you want to see what kind of sounds you can pull out of me when you get a little rougher?
maybe i'd go a little faster than usual, try something different, see how you like it
[ He's forced himself to move, get to the bathroom, where he can be left alone, locked in a stall as he stares intently at his phone, knuckles turning white with how hard he's holding on to it. ]
do you like when it's a little rough? or would you rather i keep it slow? are you touching yourself, thinking of me, right now?
I'm a needy girl, I don't think you've seen anywhere near the extent of it just yet.
( the last thing she wants to do is deter him with how ravenous her hunger, her want could be—but with the way he's talking to her, he's making it awfully difficult to refrain from letting that be shown. )
I wouldn't mind you getting rougher with me, if you'd be comfortable. Fucking me quicker with your fingers, til all I can hear is the sound of them moving into me and your breaths in my ear.
I am, however you want me to. So what is it, Baby? Slow or fast?
[ If you'd asked him, he wouldn't really call her needy. A lot of words would fit her better without the negative connotation, but right now? Is not the time for this conversation. ]
I'm sure I can do that.
if all we can hear is that, I'm doing something wrong, Izzy. I want to hear your noises, most of all. I want to feel them. I want to feel you clench around my fingers, too. Would you want me to add another? Make it three, curl them just right like you want them?
[ He has to take a moment to breathe before typing out the end of his reply, free hand pressed to his crotch. In his own head, superimposed on the images, a Pendulum song is playing. ]
( just the thought of him slipped off somewhere remote, maybe only slightly private to be sending her such dirtied words makes every roll of that fingertip over her clit all the more electric, breath stuttering from the bed of her ribs. she has to find the mind to get herself to reply, one hand quite delightedly occupied. )
You could stretch me out with three, see how much louder I get for you, how much harder I try and grind my hips down into your hand.
I wish you were the one with your fingers inside of me right now. You know exactly how to touch me, I need you so much. It feels so good, Baby.
[ If he could, if he didn't have that sense of responsibility that Joe and Doc had drilled into him for years and years, Baby would have left, right now. Run all the way to Isabelle's apartment and sink to his knees in front of her.
But he's responsible, and he owes the club to play his set, so instead, he pushes his free hand down his jeans, taking himself in hand, jaw clenched tight. ]
I wish I was, too. I'll be here soon, and I'll settle right against you and put one of your legs on top of mine so I can slide into you, since you'll be all ready for me. I'm going to be a mess during this set, Izzy, I'm only going to be thinking about you.
You're not the only one, cari. I'm not going to be able to get enough of you, I never can. Are you touching yourself, thinking about me?
( a huff of a breath, cheeks furiously filled with a vibrant blush, chest stuttering as she glances down between her thighs, watching the slick gathering at her fingers as she delves them into heated walls—thinking only of him. )
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Thinking about you, about this already has me so wet. Would you go slow? Or would you want to see what kind of sounds you can pull out of me when you get a little rougher?
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[ He's forced himself to move, get to the bathroom, where he can be left alone, locked in a stall as he stares intently at his phone, knuckles turning white with how hard he's holding on to it. ]
do you like when it's a little rough? or would you rather i keep it slow? are you touching yourself, thinking of me, right now?
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( the last thing she wants to do is deter him with how ravenous her hunger, her want could be—but with the way he's talking to her, he's making it awfully difficult to refrain from letting that be shown. )
I wouldn't mind you getting rougher with me, if you'd be comfortable.
Fucking me quicker with your fingers, til all I can hear is the sound of them moving into me and your breaths in my ear.
I am, however you want me to. So what is it, Baby? Slow or fast?
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I'm sure I can do that.
if all we can hear is that, I'm doing something wrong, Izzy. I want to hear your noises, most of all. I want to feel them. I want to feel you clench around my fingers, too. Would you want me to add another? Make it three, curl them just right like you want them?
[ He has to take a moment to breathe before typing out the end of his reply, free hand pressed to his crotch. In his own head, superimposed on the images, a Pendulum song is playing. ]
fast.
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You could stretch me out with three, see how much louder I get for you, how much harder I try and grind my hips down into your hand.
I wish you were the one with your fingers inside of me right now. You know exactly how to touch me, I need you so much.
It feels so good, Baby.
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But he's responsible, and he owes the club to play his set, so instead, he pushes his free hand down his jeans, taking himself in hand, jaw clenched tight. ]
I wish I was, too. I'll be here soon, and I'll settle right against you and put one of your legs on top of mine so I can slide into you, since you'll be all ready for me. I'm going to be a mess during this set, Izzy, I'm only going to be thinking about you.
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Are you touching yourself, thinking about me?
( a huff of a breath, cheeks furiously filled with a vibrant blush, chest stuttering as she glances down between her thighs, watching the slick gathering at her fingers as she delves them into heated walls—thinking only of him. )
I want to hear you.
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[ He doesn't usually do that. It's dangerous and exciting and it makes him bite down on his lip to prevent from making any sound. ]
thinking about you, and how this should be your hand instead of my own
how later it'll be you, instead of my own, wrapped all around me
i would call, but i'm trying to be quiet. public bathroom.