[ They go tumbling down as Baby moves his fingers inside Clary, deep and slow, crooking them, his free hand on the bed by her head to avoid crushing her. ]
Hi.
[ His leg between hers, he moves back to be able to kiss her, this time a little hard, a little desperate, full of want. He's getting hard already, just by touching her for a few seconds, just by having her close, being able to smell her hair and bury his fingers inside her. He barely got here and he already wants so much more. ]
( Clary groans against his mouth, the muscles of her vaginal walls flexing helplessly around his fingers. She's hungry, full of yearning, wanting everything he can give her. It's good, it feels much better than when she touches herself, Baby's thicker. But it isn't enough.
She presses her hand against his shoulder, pushing a little until he withdraws his fingers. Her body feels lonely without him, aching slightly. But Clary's moving to collapse back against the sheets, skin flushed and her smile wanton. It's far easier to drag him down with her then, easier too to shift their weight until he's beneath her. Clary rocks her hips against his, sensitive skin against denim. He's swelling inside of his jeans and she makes a noise, hands going to his waistband to try and get him fully naked. )
I've been dreaming about you fucking me.
( It's a bold confession, her face flushing. But Clary doesn't want to hide it. )
I haven't even had time to touch myself, Baby. Not before tonight. I was thinking about you when I did. This is better though. Now I don't have to think, because you're here.
( Wriggling her hand beneath his jeans and underwear to grip him. )
[ Sometimes, Clary is all softness and shy smiles, blush high in her cheeks as she looks at Baby, kisses him, touches him. Sometimes she's pliant and wanton and the cutest girl Baby has ever seen in his entire life.
Some other times, though, she's like this. A little rougher, a lot more demanding, bolder and taking no prisoners. She wants and she lets him know it, feel it, see it, hear it. Clary flipping them over and slipping her hand down his jeans and Baby gasps, eyes opening wide and taking her in as his hips roll.
The question feels rhetorical. D'you wanna fuck me?, she asks, like there is any other answer than an empathetic yes. Baby licks his lips, arches his back and moves into her touch. ]
( Sometimes she's worried she'll be too much for him. It's rare that Clary gets into these moods, but sometimes she feels too loud compared to Baby's quietness. She can't help herself. She lives a dangerous life most days, and it gets the better of her more often than not. There are nights where all she wants to do is feel, and he's come back to her on one of them. At least no one will die if she gets a little handsy. )
Right answer, Baby.
( Clary tugs his jeans down over his hips, wriggling to wrench them off. He's tenting his boxers when she looks at him, damp spot at the front. Clary bites her lip, thighs feeling wet when she presses them together. Her hand presses against his covered erection, thumb rubbing against the head. But she doesn't linger, instead she's tugging them off too, hair wild, skin flushed, her smile as bright as the sun. )
[Is this okay?, Clary asks, and Baby chokes on an answer, like it could not be. He nods, frantic, his hands moving to touch her, up along her sides, up to her breasts, cupping them in his palms, his eyes holding something reverential in them as he takes her in.
He could never get bored of how amazing Clary is. Such a fighter, when Baby often found himself thinking that he should have been fighting more, but he'd been scared. Clary, sometimes, looked like she couldn't even imagine being scared of anything. Of course, he knew it was a facade, and she had plenty of fears, but she fought them, every day.
Amazing.
Baby rolls his hips up, chasing more friction, and she gives it to him when she holds onto him for a moment as she starts sinking down onto his cock, and Baby clenches his jaw, closes his eyes tight, and throws his head back as he drowns in the sensations, feeling untethered. ]
( Her body yields to him easily, muscles clenching and then releasing as she takes more of his cock. Clary's skin is flushed again by now, goosebumps along her arms and breasts, and she shrugs her hair back over her shoulder to look at him properly. Her expression is hungry, needy, green eyes almost eaten away by the pupil. She's missed him, missed this.
Clary's slow about it, slow as she lowers herself onto him, taking every inch with agonising care. Her breathing stills until he's all the way inside her, until she's resting against his thighs. Then she exhales, her hands on his chest, thumb brushing over his nipple.
When she moves, it's lazy at first, just a grind of her hips against his, balls pressed to the curve of her ass. She doesn't lift herself away just yet, breathing in quick pants as her muscles tighten around him. Clary holds his gaze throughout, warmth in her eyes, lips parted. She ducks in to kiss him again, catching his lip with her teeth before slipping her tongue into his mouth. It's then that she pulls up, moan muffled between them. )
[ At first, Baby can't help but follow the movement of her hips. Clary is moving so slow, rolling her pelvis, the very best, amazing kind of torture. Baby's breathless with it, pushing up off from the bed, shivering every time they part just slightly. She's playing with him and Baby wouldn't want it to be any different, his fingers digging into her thighs.
When she moves down to kiss him, she moves her hips up further, taking him by surprise, the feelings dueling in his brain, making him moan just as Clary does, breathing growing harsher by the second. ]
Cl - Clary -
[ If she doesn't start moving fast soon, he might not survive this moment. ]
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killertrack) wrote2017-09-01 07:34 pm
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Hi.
[ His leg between hers, he moves back to be able to kiss her, this time a little hard, a little desperate, full of want. He's getting hard already, just by touching her for a few seconds, just by having her close, being able to smell her hair and bury his fingers inside her. He barely got here and he already wants so much more. ]
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She presses her hand against his shoulder, pushing a little until he withdraws his fingers. Her body feels lonely without him, aching slightly. But Clary's moving to collapse back against the sheets, skin flushed and her smile wanton. It's far easier to drag him down with her then, easier too to shift their weight until he's beneath her. Clary rocks her hips against his, sensitive skin against denim. He's swelling inside of his jeans and she makes a noise, hands going to his waistband to try and get him fully naked. )
I've been dreaming about you fucking me.
( It's a bold confession, her face flushing. But Clary doesn't want to hide it. )
I haven't even had time to touch myself, Baby. Not before tonight. I was thinking about you when I did. This is better though. Now I don't have to think, because you're here.
( Wriggling her hand beneath his jeans and underwear to grip him. )
D'you wanna fuck me?
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Some other times, though, she's like this. A little rougher, a lot more demanding, bolder and taking no prisoners. She wants and she lets him know it, feel it, see it, hear it. Clary flipping them over and slipping her hand down his jeans and Baby gasps, eyes opening wide and taking her in as his hips roll.
The question feels rhetorical. D'you wanna fuck me?, she asks, like there is any other answer than an empathetic yes. Baby licks his lips, arches his back and moves into her touch. ]
Yes, yes - please, I do.
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Right answer, Baby.
( Clary tugs his jeans down over his hips, wriggling to wrench them off. He's tenting his boxers when she looks at him, damp spot at the front. Clary bites her lip, thighs feeling wet when she presses them together. Her hand presses against his covered erection, thumb rubbing against the head. But she doesn't linger, instead she's tugging them off too, hair wild, skin flushed, her smile as bright as the sun. )
Is this okay?
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He could never get bored of how amazing Clary is. Such a fighter, when Baby often found himself thinking that he should have been fighting more, but he'd been scared. Clary, sometimes, looked like she couldn't even imagine being scared of anything. Of course, he knew it was a facade, and she had plenty of fears, but she fought them, every day.
Amazing.
Baby rolls his hips up, chasing more friction, and she gives it to him when she holds onto him for a moment as she starts sinking down onto his cock, and Baby clenches his jaw, closes his eyes tight, and throws his head back as he drowns in the sensations, feeling untethered. ]
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Clary's slow about it, slow as she lowers herself onto him, taking every inch with agonising care. Her breathing stills until he's all the way inside her, until she's resting against his thighs. Then she exhales, her hands on his chest, thumb brushing over his nipple.
When she moves, it's lazy at first, just a grind of her hips against his, balls pressed to the curve of her ass. She doesn't lift herself away just yet, breathing in quick pants as her muscles tighten around him. Clary holds his gaze throughout, warmth in her eyes, lips parted. She ducks in to kiss him again, catching his lip with her teeth before slipping her tongue into his mouth. It's then that she pulls up, moan muffled between them. )
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When she moves down to kiss him, she moves her hips up further, taking him by surprise, the feelings dueling in his brain, making him moan just as Clary does, breathing growing harsher by the second. ]
Cl - Clary -
[ If she doesn't start moving fast soon, he might not survive this moment. ]