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bakerstreet2013-09-06 07:42 pm
inkpens) wrote in bakerstreet2013-09-06 07:42 pm
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talk dirty to me;
1) phone-sex. - it's been a long time since you've seen each other, or maybe you've never even met. describe in detail what you'd like to do to the other and let the words flow.
2) sexting - quick, dirty, and covert. maybe your partner's in the middle of a business meeting. maybe you're doing it over dinner with your parents. all you know is that you want them, so tell them how much.
3) during - sometimes the best way to dirty talk is in the middle of sex itself, covered with sweat, either being pounded into or pounding into someone else. describe how hot they are, describe how wet they are, how big they are, just let them know how much you're enjoying it.
4) teasing - you might deliver, you might not. it all depends on how good they are.
5) fantasy/roleplaying - you're the teacher, they're the naughty student. you're the cop, they're your criminal about to be shackled to the bed. tell them what they better expect from you, and make it exciting.
7) humiliation - it's not your fault they're a dirty fucking slut. humiliate them for what they are, and put them in their place.
8) masturbation instruction - give them something to wank to and tell them how you want them to do it. hard or soft, fast or slow, you're in command.
9) don't use your mouth - not everything has to be with words. maybe you've gained telepathic powers, maybe you're a master of body language. let your mind or your body talk for you.
10) random - go for a combination, or go for one or the other. just enjoy it.
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[ That kind of language, coming out of Mako? Not osmething he expected. It's incredibly hot, and it nearly undoes Chuck. He only just manages to keep his composure, and gives her hair another little tug - gentler this time - before smirking against her skin. ]
Mmm. Good.
[ That's all he has time to say, because she's guiding him right to her, sliding him against wet heat and Mako he was going to grab a fucking rubber but you've just made him lose his shit and now there's no going back.
He groans against her skin, adjusts himself and rolls his hips to press against her, into her, pausing only when his his are flush to hers and he's filled her completely.
Someone save him, because he's entirely lost to her, now. ]
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And that's sliding into her to the hilt, hot and hard and perfect, and as unused as she is to the feeling—as much as there's a twinge of discomfort at the tight fit of her around him—she's so wet that it's a smooth glide.
That doesn't stop her from twisting and shuddering at the feel of it and at the noise he makes, a string of moans erupting from her throat and her fingers digging into his skin, nails making little red half-moons at his shoulder and at the back of his neck.
...Mako may think she's more in control than he is, but truthfully she's just as lost. ]
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waterygrave.His lips find her neck again and he treks back to her mouth, leaving in his wake sucking kisses before he's at her mouth again.
Only once he's kissing her again does he move to start a steady rhythm that's thorough and anything but gentle. ]
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She's not sure what she expected from him, from any of this, but she knows she most certainly didn't expect tenderness, even a brief moment of it. But Chuck's face is buried in her neck, breathing her in slow and steady, and she can't help wonder just exactly how far gone he is with this. With her.
His kisses trailing up her neck are heated and wet, lips and tongue and teeth, and by the time they reach her parted lips her breath is coming faster once again and she sighs into his mouth.
And then he moves, his body jarring hers with the intensity of his thrusts, his kisses deep and hot, and each movement draws a rough sound from her from between his lips. She scrabbles a bit at his shoulders, for purchase, widening her thighs as much as she can with him between them to take him deeper. ]
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[ He's too far gone, though later he'll probably deny it. It doesn't really do either of them any good, getting invested.
He can't help it, though. It's way too late for him.
And really, it's entirely Mako's fault. She's pushed and pushed and pushed him, made him let her in, tore back all of his layers with unforgiving urgency and left him stripped and bare for her perusal.
She's the only one that really knows him, that has really seen him at his core. Sure, his dad Drifts with him, but he doesn't know Chuck like this. He rolls his hips and brings himself flush against her, the pace steady, rhythmic, intense. He doesn't let up, he doesn't stop, though he does kiss ihs way back to her ear, letting his forehead rest on the pillow and his lips brush her ear so that she can hear every gasp, every sharp intake of air. Otherwise, he's silent in their coupling, the only other sounds in the room is his ragged breathing and the sound of skin hitting skin. ]
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So really, it's not her fault alone.
His lips are at her ear now, and she can hear every hitch of his breath as he rolls his hips and slides home inside of her. With every gasp she hears she feels herself tightening around him further, her muscles gripping him and stroking him, the pressure sparking something so intense that it takes a conscious effort to breathe through it.
She wants him to hear her as well now, every sound that comes from her mouth no matter how raw and vulnerable it might be, and she presses her lips to his ear as he does to hers and lets her noises wash over him—her soft panting, her gasps, the lilting notes of her voice lifting and growing in volume as her pleasure increases with every thrust of his hips.
It's too much, and at the same time Mako thinks it's not enough. ]
More...I want to hear more. [ a beat. ] ...Please.
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He grips her thigh, hitching it up around his waist, adjusting so he can have a better angle and get deeper and press himself fully into her core and fuck, her request has him groaning in her ear and making noises that tell her, show her how lost he is, how open and vulnerable he is to her in this moment. He never puts himself out here like this – it’s never been like this with anyone else.
Ever.
That in itself is a fearful thing, but he doesn’t think about it right now – all he thinks about is how beautiful the sound of her voice is, how his couples with hers and tangles together in some kind of strange, twisted perfection. ]
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Their voices mingle in one another's ears until it's nearly impossible for Mako to tell when her gasp starts and when his groan finishes, until it seems as though their sounds are point and counterpoint, her inhale leading into his exhale, and they are whispering and moaning and breathing together.
She's never had any such synchronicity with someone before this, ever, and she can't see how she would ever again with anyone else.
He shifts and raises her thigh around his waist, fucks her more deeply at this new angle, and faster, and Mako's body suddenly goes completely rigid. Her head is thrown back, her muscles locking up around him and gripping him tight, nails digging into his back helplessly as she rushes toward and over the crest of pleasure.
She might be shouting; she's not certain. ]
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He shudders under her touch, growling into her mouth and thrusting harder, faster, wanting to drag the moans and cries and gasps out of her and bleed her of her own stoicism and barriers, kinda like she's done to him. He wants to leave her as raw as she's left him, aching and wanting but somehow still feeling fulfilled instead of hollow, gaping and empty like he usually is without her.
She finds her release and it's enough to trigger him; he comes in her with a shout, head dropping to bury in her shoulder as he groans his release, hips jerking and slapping flush to her skin as he spills himself inside of her without remorse.
He's left panting wetly against her shoulder, a faint sheen of sweat glistening over his skin in the dim light of the bunk. He doesn't move to withdraw, leave, or get dressed. He just stays there inside of her, still filling her up, reluctant to move or break the silence with words that would inevitably be too trite and cheap for this precious moment. ]
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He comes almost as soon as she does, as she's still pulsing around him and shuddering with her residual climax, and his voice lifts in volume and his hips jerk against hers in a rough, primal staccato, his every breath ending in a heated groan. Mako clings to him hard, cradling him against her and shivering through it with him, fingernails no longer digging so roughly into his skin but holding onto him tightly, nevertheless.
There's a quiet stillness afterwards, while both simply rest and breathe against one another, and both of them seem unwilling to break it. Ironic in a way, she thinks, because of how important it was just moments ago to hear every gasp, every sound from one another's mouths. Now there is nothing that needs to be said.
He's comfortable against her like this, surrounding her and still inside her, and she tries to move as little as possible to keep him there. That brief spark of tenderness resurfaces and this time she's not surprised by it. It's becoming more and more a familiar feeling to her by the minute.
Despite the quiet, Mako's playfulness reasserts itself, and she finds she can't resist breaking the silence between them. ]
...I'm glad I didn't turn my phone off.
[ It's genuine, not sarcastic in the least, and her lips curve upward against his neck as she says it. ]
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Her comment startles him and he chuckles, a low, raw sound against her ear. ]
Me too, love.
[ He’d have hated to miss out on this opportunity.
As it is, he’s carefully easing himself free of her before he goes soft, moving to settle on his side right there against her, palm flat on her stomach.
Well. Now what? ]