And so, a few minutes later, she ends up pressed back against the door – her long legs sliding over his hips as they kiss and kiss and kiss.
“We should move in together,” she muses absently on a brief break, as he’s busy sliding her underwear quickly down her legs, “not buy a cat or anything, though I like cats, but move in together. Then I could wait for Paula with a shotgun at the window and- ooh, there!”
He twists his fingers again, carefully, scrabbles at the side table for the condoms (all over the house now, he wonders what his relationship with Chris is doing to him), less than carefully, “Chris, stop talking.”
“I mean it!”
“And I’m happy with it,” he almost falls backwards, with her on top of him, but finally manages to grab the condom and brace himself instead – presses her back against the door as hard as he dares, “but Marcus would not be very impressed if I injured myself like this.”
…She only chuckles.
“What?”
“And you think I should stop talking…”
He halts her, with a slow grind up that only almost works (because it erases his own thoughts at the same time. Yeah, yeah – smart decision…), somehow manages to get his trousers and pants down in the pause. Miraculously manages to get the condom on after another helplessly distracting kiss.
…As such it’s almost a victory when he finally manages to slide up into her, with her thighs tensing around him and her gasps hot in his ear.
A definite victory when he finally starts to thrust, and she laughs breathlessly against him and starts clenching in time – leading to a rhythm so erratic but brilliant that he finds himself panting her name into her shoulder before he can quite stop himself.
Not that he wants to.
Not that he would ever want to, for he is hers, and is quite happy to prove it by making her come yelping against any door that she chooses. And following her over the edge in the very next moment, his own muscles shaking like anything. And-
…Well, actually falling backwards and ending up on the carpet with her giggling on top of him wasn’t really part of the plan. But it proves something! Something definite and marvellous and wonderful and-
He’s an idiot.
…But she’ll still giggle and kiss him and chase off scary stalkers, no matter how much of an idiot he chooses to be.
UNPROMPTED: The Business of Claiming, Female!Chris/Tim, NC-17 [2/2]
“We should move in together,” she muses absently on a brief break, as he’s busy sliding her underwear quickly down her legs, “not buy a cat or anything, though I like cats, but move in together. Then I could wait for Paula with a shotgun at the window and- ooh, there!”
He twists his fingers again, carefully, scrabbles at the side table for the condoms (all over the house now, he wonders what his relationship with Chris is doing to him), less than carefully, “Chris, stop talking.”
“I mean it!”
“And I’m happy with it,” he almost falls backwards, with her on top of him, but finally manages to grab the condom and brace himself instead – presses her back against the door as hard as he dares, “but Marcus would not be very impressed if I injured myself like this.”
…She only chuckles.
“What?”
“And you think I should stop talking…”
He halts her, with a slow grind up that only almost works (because it erases his own thoughts at the same time. Yeah, yeah – smart decision…), somehow manages to get his trousers and pants down in the pause. Miraculously manages to get the condom on after another helplessly distracting kiss.
…As such it’s almost a victory when he finally manages to slide up into her, with her thighs tensing around him and her gasps hot in his ear.
A definite victory when he finally starts to thrust, and she laughs breathlessly against him and starts clenching in time – leading to a rhythm so erratic but brilliant that he finds himself panting her name into her shoulder before he can quite stop himself.
Not that he wants to.
Not that he would ever want to, for he is hers, and is quite happy to prove it by making her come yelping against any door that she chooses. And following her over the edge in the very next moment, his own muscles shaking like anything. And-
…Well, actually falling backwards and ending up on the carpet with her giggling on top of him wasn’t really part of the plan. But it proves something! Something definite and marvellous and wonderful and-
He’s an idiot.
…But she’ll still giggle and kiss him and chase off scary stalkers, no matter how much of an idiot he chooses to be.