No anon, we die like men

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HORNY CONFESSIONS

↝ Comment with your character/prefs.
↝ Other characters are forced to admit their horny, dirty thoughts and confessions about yours. No matter the situation, no matter the relationship, no matter how long they've known each other.
↝ Be sexy. Be stupid.

Comments

[decohere]

Will involve more than just my hands, as fair warning.
I've caught you looking. While I do my warm ups. So I can only imagine what you've been thinking.

[so_many_pockets]

What a shocking coincidence.
Did you? I would very much like to know what you imagined I was thinking.

[decohere]

What other positions I can bend myself into.

[so_many_pockets]

Mm, I think we may end up expanding your imagination.
That was certainly one thing I thought, though, you are not wrong.

[decohere]

And what else, then? How the sweat dripping down my skin tastes? If I was wearing anything under those leggings?

[so_many_pockets]

Not quite. It was not so difficult to tell what you were wearing under those leggings, and close, but no, that was not the taste I was wondering about.

[decohere]

Wanted to make sure you got a sufficient look.
Come find out.

[so_many_pockets]

Oh, sufficient? No, I would not say I had gotten a sufficient look yet.
Is that what you want?

[It's a rhetorical question. Yelena is already moving to meet that invitation-slash-challenge, sliding a hand around the back of Ava's neck and into her hair as soon as she's closed that little bit of distance, tugging her into an enthusiastic kiss that is perhaps a little dirtier than a first ought to be, but she isn't sorry.]

[decohere]

[what she wants is moaned directly into Yelena's mouth in response to the kiss, just as enthusiastic despite the perhaps clumsy inexperience of quite knowing how to align their faces and bodies except by what feels right. which is intuitive enough.

she makes minor adjustments, hand on Yelena's back slipping lower with trailing fingertips phased right through fabric against skin, and settling on the curve of Yelena's ass. perhaps a bit more forward than she'd allow herself, she squeezes.]

[so_many_pockets]

[So eager, Yelena thinks again, gleeful at it. It's no drawback to her, to have to meet and match Ava's little adjustments, quite the opposite. Each glorious little imperfection is proof this is real and actually happening, each shift just an excuse to press closer and closer still.

Oh - be as forward as you want, Ava. Her fingers on her skin prompts a low, pleased hum and thoughts of a responsive action from Yelena, the squeeze turns that into a surprised, wanting sound, the sensation zipping right up her spine. She curls her other arm around Ava's waist, pressing more firmly into her, and dials up that escalation of her own as well, catching Ava's bottom lip between her teeth much more intently than the teasing nip she had originally considered.]