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The Domestic Smut Meme

THE DOMESTIC SMUT MEME

Ah, home sweet home. There's nothing quite like it, whether your place is a roomy house in suburbia with a white picket fence, a little shack, a space station outside Jupiter's orbit, or a cold stone castle. It's yours, where you feel safest (...hopefully) and most, well, at home! Here, in your own kingdom, you can do what you want: take your shirt off, get rid of your shoes, and eat the grossest food available just because you can.

...and also have lots and lots of sex, for there's someone here you can always fuck.

Not only has your character found themselves in the home they want - not the one they were born into, forced to live in, or otherwise - they're also domestic...er, as much as certain people can be, which is perhaps not at all. But worry not, the meme has options that can make it make sense for even the most homicidal yet strangely nonchalant half-god alien demon hunter giant slayer to settle down. Oooor something like that. Like banging the cleaning lady or using his partner so he cans teal their energy to get stronger.

Isn't domesticity grand?

You'll be have tons of time for a special sort of togetherness, but don't let all that steam cloud up your mind. There are still other things involved in having a home! You have to do chores, visit others, and take care of business. Nothing says you can't combine a bit of play into all that, though. Just hope that the two of you don't get mad at each other! Unless you're ready for hot angry sex or even more fulfilling make up make outs, that is.

There's one important thing to remember about being all homey and cozy: when the house is a rockin', don't come a knockin'.

How to Play

Comment with your character and preferences. You can leave your comment blank OR you can put a bit more information about what prompts you like, info about your character, what have you.
Comment to others.
Play out domestic sex.
"But my character wouldn't...!" NOPE. There are plenty of options for those who are less inclined for being sweet or settling down. If all else fails, just handwave how they got here and focus on the now.

Together/Committed

In the Beginning: You've moved in together and are learning the boundaries, both sexual and non, of living with a partner.
Not Mom's House Anymore: You're young and starting out; it's crazy to live by yourself instead of with your family! Luckily, your lover can give you things mother never gave you.
Sweep It Under the Rug: Chores can be boring, but you can make them fun, right? After all, you look so good bent over the table while you're dusting.
Naked Apron: Nothing's better than breakfast in bed. Except when you're served it with your baby wearing nothing but the apron they used to make all that bounty.
Letting It All Hang Out: Benefit of being in your own house? Running around naked. This doesn't have to change when you're living with someone.
There's Someone Else...for Both of Us: Three's a crowd, except when two agreed on it.
Spicing Things Up: Sometimes, constantly seeing someone can rub you the wrong way, and intimacy can get rote and boring. That's why slipping a new kink in every now and again isn't a bad idea, especially if it's something that one of you has really wanted to try.
I'll Take Care of You: Everyone deserves to be pampered, and you're letting your partner soak up the best of your home and the best of you.
Proving Your Love: You want to show your lover that you care for them like no one else. After all, you're living with them, not anyone else!
Becoming Comfortable With You: After a while, they've become like another part of you, one you can show or tell anything to, even about how hard you want them to thrust into you or how you want them to suck your -
Suspicious Minds: Jealousy brought from the outside is making one of you antsy. Can a serious fucking session prove that there's no roaming minds here?
Christening the New Place: You've moved into a new home. Unpacked everything? Good! Now it's time to have sex on every surface so it's all totally yours.
Welcome Home: One half of the household has been away - on a trip, at war, at an anime convention, whatever. Now, it's up to the other half to make their welcome wagon the best there ever was.
Cultural Differences: Different cultures have different ideas about home, about coupling, and about the stuff that goes on between the sheets. Can you work it out?
Home-Cooked Meal: Believe it or not, there are even better uses for apple pie than eating it.
I'm Not Used to This: This is your first time in a "committed" relationship, having a home, or both. How are you adjusting? Is it still hard to be touched, be loved, or use a proper bed?
Here Out of Convenience: It's not like you really like them or anything! This is only a roof over your head and a warm hole to fuck.
You're Just Being Used: You're getting a benefit from your relationship that isn't purely sexual, like wealth, power, or control. But in order to keep things in line, you have to keep your partner happy and sexually fufilled.
Keeping You Here: You can't let them slip away, so you'll use your body to keep them ensnared.
Territorial: Your house, your things - they belong to you, and that can give you a rush. Maybe you want to show your lover that they're yours, too.
I Have to Stay: You don't want to be caught up in this, but you're making yourself stay and keeping yourself in bed with the "enemy."
Now I Only Want You Gone: You want this person out of your life, and there are few stronger ways to send this message than make a cuckold of them. Preferably when they know it.
Tell Me More: You want to know if this whole "playing house" thing is all it's cut out to be.
Proving them All Wrong: They said you'd never, ever find someone. Now, you're showing them just what kind of catch you've got yourself by not taking your hands off what you've earned.
Forced Together: Be it expectations or arranged marriage, you two are stuck together. Of course, such contracts involve a certain amount of physical action, like producing heirs.
Keeping Up Appearances: You want to look successful in life, and part of that involves being in a sexual relationship. Or perhaps you want to hide something about yourself.
Argument: Ugh, they put their feet on the table! They broke your favorite vase! They're so...so...hot when they're mad!
Making Up: You feel sorry for what you've said or done and will do anything to prove that. You just want to shower them with your affection (or not), or show them how much they're wanted.
Like Melted Butter: You want something, and the best way to get it is to butter them up and get under their skin - in a good way.
Starting a Family: Both of you are taking the next step and bringing a new life into this world, and there's one old fashioned way to do it.
Absolutely Glowing: So, one of you is pregnant. How has your sex life been affected by changing bodies and mood swings?
Kids Will Be Kids: Now you guys have rugrats to take care of, but don't forget to make time for the two of you. Alone adult time is important.
At-home Date: Break out the wine and the frozen pizza, it's time for a date at the house! Who says you need to go to a fancy dinner to get in the mood?
Lazy Day: Today we're not doing anything, we're just gonna stay in our bed. And all that entails.
Newlyweds: You two are more than committed. You've said your vows, for better or for worse. Hopefully, things will stay better, especially when you take things to the privacy of your room.
Mr. and Mrs. Smith: The relationship is forbidden for some reason, and to have it, you all had to run away and start a new life. Maybe you even have assumed identities! Is it painful that you can only be your true selves in the bedroom?
Tie Me to the Bed Post: The great thing about a well-furnished place is all the cool things you can find lying around that can be repurposed for other tasks. Like tying someone's arms or teasing someone's genitals.
Out of My Closet: Speaking of things lying around, how about a sexy show with those underused items in your wardrobe?
At Another Person's Home: Who cares that you're guests at somebody's house and they can hear you through the walls? Go for it!
With Another Person at Home: Who cares that you have a guest at your house and they can hear you through the walls? Go for it!
Way Down in Kokomo: You're on vacation. Sun, sand, surf, and 24/7 sex.
Finally Tamed: No one, including you, thought you'd ever be domestic. But this person and their sexual attention have brought you to your knees.

Other

The Help: A home can run more smoothly with hired help like maids and cooks. It's beneficial to show that help some well-deserved love now and then, too.
The Babysitter: Whether live-in or not, a babysitter goes through a lot and develops a bond with the kids. He or she may develop a bond with the parent(s), as well.
The Guest: You've been invited to this person's house - and their bed - and they're showing you the ultimate hospitality.
Siblings...or More: The two of you are related, but you live together like a couple. There are whispers...are they true?
Roommates with Benefits: You're not committed or exclusive, but it's nice to have somebody in the same house with you that you can be with when you need it.
Mister Fix-It: All homes sometimes need repairs. Maybe a qualified repair person can make other repairs, as well.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Mindless, raw and maybe even a little desperate. She's hungry for him and Bela makes it clear as she moves her tongue along his, groaning against Jesse's mouth. His ability to drive her crazy with desire was incredible, something that Bela would gladly appreciate for a long time to come.

Stairs worked for her. They needed a big enough space to roll around in and his bed was perfect for that. Spending endless hours just touching and feeling each other until they had to stop. She knew he had to part from her in order to move things along and Bela was greatly relieved as soon as Jesse brings her into the direction of his bedroom, a feeling of excitement flaring up in her stomach as she squeezes his hand.

Even when he tugs her close and releases her hand Bela doesn't hesitate in slipping her arms around his body, pushing into the kiss with as much passion as she could, lightly feeling Jesse through his clothing. At the same time Bela pushed forward with her hips in an effort to steer them towards his bedroom; wasn't exactly easy when she was practically wrapped around him.]

[In general, Jesse's more than happy to make the most of whatever flat surface happens to be available when she comes to call- there's something to be said for the sort of quick fix that usually entails and he is in no way knocking the merits of a little rushing now and again. But bringing her up here today is the best way he can think of to articulate his appreciation for dragging things out once in a while; he won't say it out loud, but right now a quick fix isn't gonna cut it, not when he's painfully aware that the second she leaves he'll be right back to where he was, high and staring at that pack of cigarettes like it holds the answer to life itself.

Which it does, of course- all the more reason for him to keep away from it as long as he can. All of this procrastinating is another way for him to fuck it all up, but he'll deal with that fact while his empty sheets cool around him. For now, he'll concentrate on the way her arms feel as they wind around his waist, the taste of her against his tongue and the smell of her hair when she moves her head just right. It doesn't take much convincing on her part to get him to shuffle backwards down the small hallway into his bedroom... Though he does let out a small, impatient sound as his back glances off the doorway. Coordination isn't very high on his priority list at the moment.

But he recovers easily enough, seamlessly, even, if he's feeling particularly generous about his capabilities in bouncing back; he covers up any jolt she may have felt by dragging his teeth across her bottom lip and letting his hands slide down her back, cupping her ass to pull her in closer with a breathless sigh because while there's a time and place for being a gentleman... This isn't it.]

[Most of the time Bela never spent the night, unless it was late and she couldn't go home. But they must have been on the same wavelength because she had no intentions of making this short and hurried, never really giving each other a chance to properly explore. All Bela had to go back to was a lonely apartment with no one to keep her company. Even with that in mind, she can't allow their arrangement to become something more than it already was; more meant complicated and Bela didn't really need that right now.

Bela was adamant that she would fuck it up in some way or another. Keeping people at arm's length and not letting them in could have the potential to alienate Jesse and turn him away from her. He could find another girl to warm his bed and lose himself in. Thinking about those things would ruin this so Bela shoves them to the back of her mind as she pushes towards her goal of getting to his room and soon. Then she could give him the opportunity to fully appreciate what she was capable of and she the same: it's how they worked. Mutually beneficial and a great form of exercise to boot.

He's rewarded with a soft growl when his teeth graze along her lip, her body arching towards him instinctively when he grabs her ass and tugs her towards him. Soon, her own hands slip down to return the favour, giving his rear a generous squeeze. As ladylike as Bela appeared, there were times when she brought out her wilder side. She liked the build up, the small gestures from Jesse that heightened her anticipation and her excitement. ]

[Complications are something Jesse would prefer to avoid if at all possible. It's not the entire reason he'd broken things off with Andrea (if not returning her calls and staying away from that part of town counts as breaking it off- and he still feels guilty for doing that to both her and Brock) but it'd been a factor. There's too much on his mind and on his plate for him to worry about being close to people, about the position it puts them in if anyone higher up the chain were to see them as a liability... Not to mention the fact that he honestly has no desire to subject anyone to him, not after what he'd done. He doesn't do soft anymore, he... He can't, not right now. This is as close to that as he's willing to go, as selfish as it is. Bela deserves better, probably, but he's just desperate enough to push that awful truth out of his mind.

It's difficult to have doubts at a time like this, which is why it works so well.

That squeeze finishes off what her quiet growl had started; she isn't the only one that appreciates the little things, and the resulting low groan and roll of his hips should probably give her an indication of just how appreciative he really is. It's just another reason why this whole arrangement works- neither of them are particularly shy about what they want, and it takes the guesswork out of the whole situation. Straightforward, that's what it is, and that's something Jesse needs right now given the uncertainty of everything else in his life.

And there's nothing uncertain about the way he moves to wrap his arms around Bela's waist, switch their positions as he walks her backwards into his bedroom until the backs of her legs hit the edge of his mattress; nothing even resembling uncertain as he urges her forward, lowering her onto the sheets and bracketing his arms on either side of her as he leans to trail kisses down the side of her neck. Shifting his weight to one side, he slides one hand to her hip, up and over her ribs, stopping to palm her breast briefly through her shirt before moving to make an attempt at those buttons... The only thing he really needs right now is to feel her bare skin under his fingertips, and so that's what he's going for.]

[As for her life? Well, Bela had people after her and she didn't want to lead them to Jesse- he didn't need any more trouble than what he had already. Despite her reservations to get close to anyone, she did care about him in a way. She didn't want to be with him permanently.

Oh, she's getting that indication just fine. Pressed hard against her hip and making Bela all the more keen for things to carry on the way they were right now. His groan is simply music to her ears and she'd definitely make sure that Jesse made a few more sounds like that before the night was through. No sense in really holding back when it came to wanting something- life was meant for living after all and what better way was there than this?

He knows what she likes and he would take advantage of that, maybe even drive her a little crazy before things began to heat up even more. Which is why Bela doesn't protest when Jesse takes the lead and guides her into his bedroom and onto his bed before hovering above her and kissing her neck. Touching her. She's responsive, arching up towards him with a rock of her hips and a soft moan of his name, encouraging him. With a smile, Bela aids Jesse in his quest by popping open a few buttons with nimble fingers, brushing his own afterwards; as heated as things between them could be, she was capable of sweetness too.

At the same time her other hand was working its way down his back, slowly but with intent. Then her fingers slip beneath his shirt to stroke along warm skin, seeking sensitive spots that she had touched many times before.]

[The sound of his name on her lips and the way her body arches into his touch no matter how fleeting or teasing it may be only serve to spur him on all the more; his kisses, at first light and almost chaste, become increasingly more intent, his fingers more purposeful as he worms a hand into her blouse, seeking the softness of her breast and the hardening peak of her nipple. Sure, he could probably get that bra off, but where would the fun be in that? It may be juvenile, but there's something undeniably sexy about a half-open shirt and touches through or around clothes, and as eager as he is for skin contact rushing things too much isn't how he wants to play it tonight. Which isn't to say that his resolve doesn't crack at least a little bit-- he does let his thumb slip under the edge of the fabric, tease at the sensitive flesh for a moment as he ducks his head to suck lightly at the spot where Bela's neck meets her shoulder. Not so hard that it'll leave leave a mark, of course, but hard enough. However soft and feminine she may appear, he knows better by now than to think Bela delicate.

Her touches at his back earn a soft hum, and when her fingers stroke against his bare skin he shivers, pulling his hand from her shirt to curve around her cheek as he moves to kiss her again, mouth hotter and more pliant for the time spent tending to her throat. He likes this, the kissing, and while he's aware it could come off as an attempt to force intimacy on a situation where it has very little place, he trusts that she understands: Bela isn't a prostitute, and this isn't the same thing as what he'd gotten up to with Wendy back at the Crystal Palace. It isn't about making love, either; for him it's somewhere in between, that blissful world of no strings attached where this sort of thing- the softness of her lips and the taste of her on his tongue- starts and stops right where he needs it to, pleasurable sensations without any type of expectation after the fact.

And it feels good, almost as good as the press of her hip against his groin as he rocks forward again, movement punctuated with a soft moan lost between their mouths.]

[Not the first time she's been sprawled beneath Jesse; half-dressed and flushed and aroused, aching to feel his hands upon her. And when Bela does feel the barest of touches, a spark ignites in her and heightens whatever pleasure she's feeling right now. A part of her wishes that Jesse would mark her skin- a tiny bruise in the midst of pale flesh and a reminder of what he had done. There had been the occasional quickie up against a wall, Bela's skirt bunched up over her hips and his jeans halfway down his legs- but this wasn't the time for it. When he places his hand on her cheek and kisses her, Bela does not protest, meeting his lips with enthusiasm but also a kind of gentleness, as if pushing too hard would take something away from it for her. Bela's hand finds it way to the back of his head, her fingers stroking the nape of his neck while they kiss. She does understand and doesn't have any illusions about what this is: they're taking what they need from each other for as long as they need it and that was it. Nothing more.

His moan is answered with a muffled growl of his name, her body shifting deliberately against his to create more of that delicious friction.

Bela drags her hand further up his back, fanning it over his shoulder blade before it moves down again, slowly and carefully until it ducks out of his shirt and rests at his hip. She's focusing on his mouth instead, the way is body is tight against her own and the heat that was between them, drowning out every other thought.]

[There's a soft hum when her fingers play against the back of his neck, and while there's something to be said for the sensation of fingertips brushing against a few days' worth of growth, it's times like these that he misses his hair. He'd been into that, hands fisting, fingers pressing against his scalp, guiding his face wherever his partner happened to want it...

He only has time to mourn its loss for a moment, though, because before long he's distracted by the way her body arches into his, grinding pressure and friction right where he needs it most. It's not enough, not through denim and cotton and whatever expensive fabric it is Bela's always draped in, but it's enough for now, and he breaks the kiss, dipping his head down as his hips jerk forward automatically to make that feeling last.]

God.

[Her hand splays against his shoulder, drags down to settle at his hip and it's at this point that he pulls away slightly, leaning back to finish what he'd started with the buttons of her shirt. It's gotta go, as much as he loves the sight of her so disheveled and open in his bed; between the ache that settling between his legs and heat he can feel pooling between hers, he's figuring now is about the time to move things along. It's insistent more than impatient when he moves to urge the shirt from her shoulders- the sooner it's gone, the sooner he can lavish attention on the rest of her.]

[What Bela wouldn't give to be able to grab a hold of his hair and pull on it, run her fingers through it gently when she was helping Jesse come down from his high. She'd have to settle with what he had now and work with it; but he was entirely free to tug on and tangle his fingers in her hair if he so desired.

She wets her lips when the kiss is broken, taking in some air at the same time. His sudden movement makes Bela gasp and she can feel him pressing against her even more. The barriers between them was becoming too much for her to bear so she was relieved when Jesse took the initiative and do something about it.]

Just me, darling.

[Tone breathy and low, edged with desire. She was making him this way, no one else. Bela soon realise she has to move to help him get her shirt off and she does, lifting up her body from the mattress, allowing Jesse to remove it; she could very well assist him in that but it was more enjoyable to let him, more sexy.

Apart from that, her hands were busying themselves with his own shirt, reaching for the bottom so she could pull it off after he was finished with hers. Bela's eyes are on him the whole time, watching everything he did.]

Just you--

[Low and rough, hot against the side of her jaw and lacking its usual edge; the arousal flooding his system is making it more trouble than it's worth to come up with some smart ass remark or other. She has that effect-- it isn't new, and while he'll probably slap himself in the head for being lame later, right now he's too keyed up to worry about it.

And so he wastes no time when she picks herself up, pushing her shirt from her shoulders and reaching behind her to unhook her bra, hands palming over her arms as he guides it down and off to the side. Once that's out of the way he can't help but turn his attention to her skin, first leaning to trail kisses down the side of her neck, then lower across her collarbone. And as much as he'd like to get his own shirt off, remove one more barrier to skin on skin, he wants this more: head ducked low, he teases a nipple into his mouth with his tongue, tending to the other with the pad of his thumb.]

[There's a lot to be said for a man who was able to remove a bra in mere seconds; maybe it was because Jesse was so damn eager, but Bela wasn't going to protest. Not when his mouth was journeying along her neck and her collarbone and heading down further still. Bela knew where he was headed but it didn't prepare her for the full effect.]

...yes.. [The word is gasped out as her body arches upwards from the mattress, a hand moving up to cup the back of his head gently, careful not to interfere with what Jesse was doing. It would nice to feel his bare skin against hers but this was an absolute delight and Bela wasn't going to stop him from doing as he pleased: they both get something out of it after all.]

[Removing ladies' underthings at lightning speed: a skill honed over time, through hard work, perseverance, and a true dedication to the art... Let it never be said that Jesse doesn't apply himself...

And there's a reason for all that-- this, this is what he wants, almost more than anything else: the way her body responds and that single breathless syllable are what he's after, that irrefutable evidence that sometimes, every once in a while, he can do something right. Her fingertips pressed against his scalp, the heat when he drags his hand down between her thighs... They're all the praise he needs, enough to satisfy- for now- the part of him that so desperately craves approval.

...And then, of course, there's the fact that he gets off on it. He's hands-on with most things and this is no exception, and he's not thinking about approval or pats on the back or whatever else this might be doing for him, not at the moment. At the moment, he's thinking that she's beautiful and she's here, he's thinking that he'd like to coax at least a few more of those sounds out of her before the night's through...

He's also thinking that something needs to be done about the clothes situation, sooner rather than later. Another flick of his tongue, the barest hint of teeth and he's pulling back again, moving to tug his shirt up and over his head.]

[One of the many reasons why Bela went to Jesse in the first place was because he knew what he was doing and as a result, he could make her feel good. Very good, in fact. Jesse helped her to forget all the shit she had to deal with, make it seem like it was just a bad dream and nothing to worry about. A temporary solution of course but in a lot of ways, more satisfying.

Even the barest of touches from him was enough to drive her crazy with want and need and a deep desire for more. More of what he could give her and whatever she could give him in return- the latter she would say she was very good at.

Bela knows that Jesse gets off on it. She also knows that he puts a lot of effort in until he reaches whatever goal he wanted to achieve. It's something she could appreciate and not solely because his mouth and tongue were working at her chest right now (though it was something to think about) but there other things she enjoyed.

A wicked smile forms on her lips when he takes off his shirt, her gaze flitting over him to fully appreciate the sight before her. Wasn't the first time she had seen Jesse like that but it didn't take anything away from the experience. One of her hands reach over to smooth down his newly bare chest, sliding all the way down and along his stomach until it rests at the top of his pants.]

That's much better.

[She is rather good at what she does, so much so that the just smile she pulls while looking him over is enough to conjure up the memories of some extremely pleasant evenings. Ones like this, here in his bed, others in pretty wide variety of other locations... He's something of a habitual rule-breaker, and there's definitely a thrill to some of the places they've found to hide away in each other for a while: between the two of them there's certainly no shortage of imagination as far as acceptable surfaces go...

Truth be told, though, he likes this best. Call him old fashioned.

And he's old fashioned in other ways, too; when her hand drifts to his belt he reaches down to sweep it away, guides it up to rest at the side of her head, fingers brushing against her wrist as he leans in to press the shape of his own smile against her lips. It's quick, warm, and when he pulls away the quirk of his mouth is just a bit more playful.]

Ladies first-

[Letting his hand slide away, he shifts to give himself some space to work at her fly.]

[His gesture is sweet and Bela feels like she isn't deserving of it because of who she is, what she has done. For someone who was capable of such passion and heat, taking her to such heights of pleasure, Jesse was also good at being gentle and making her feel whole. Stupid sentiment of course but she was only human after all. Capable of emotions like most other people.

Which is why Bela doesn't protest when Jesse moves her hand away and touches her wrist; nor does she stop him from placing his lips against her own. It may be brief but there was a meaning to his actions and she can't help but look up at him with that same wicked smile, eagerly awaiting his next move.]

If you insist.

[Bela's voice is warm, smooth and silky and full of promise. Jesse might be taking the lead here through getting her more undressed but she's going to give him as much as she can in return, like she had done many times before.]

I absolutely insist.

[It's the human contact as much as the physical that he craves, and so he can't really stop himself from the small gestures, little things like brushing his nose against the line of her jaw before pressing his lips there or letting his fingers thread through her hair when they're both spent and exhausted and coming down from that high. If it was just about getting off, he could just as easily do it himself-- without that extra connection it's a bad trip, leaving him worse off than when he started.

He shifts to give her space to wiggle out of her pants, but once they're gone he makes no move to strip her completely. Instead he leans over her again, lets his hand creep more purposefully between her legs and slide over that final barrier between skin lightly, just enough pressure to be construed as the teasing he absolutely means it to be.

His eyes flick to her face briefly to gauge her reaction... Though the quirk to his lips suggests he's not quite ready to speed things up unless she asks really nicely.]

[While she mightn't be saying much about them now, Bela did appreciate those gestures and how Jesse paid attention to the details, how he knew what she liked without having to think about it.

All she can do is just wait and see what Jesse does next and Bela figures it out quickly when his hand begins to wander down her body, touching her when she really wanted him to be. Her reaction is instantaneous, mouth falling open in a soft gasp, body arching up a little from the mattress. She knows Jesse is teasing and she could kill him for it, but Bela also knows that once he started something he wouldn't stop until he got the desired result.

She's determined to get him back later and wipe that look off his face. Replace it with something else, like an expression of utter pleasure.]

You want me to beg?

[The sounds she makes as he brushes his fingers against her are almost enough to make him throw this whole slow and steady thing out the window. It's difficult to remember why he isn't skipping ahead to skin on skin, to sweat and sighs and more of the closeness that's the entire point of all of this when he's so close, when every gasp or hitch of breath makes his dick twitch against his jeans. ...Those really need to go, and soon.

But still... He would like nothing more than for her to get him back later. That'd be, like, best case scenario, definitely. She likes to play the game just as much as he does, and he knows it.

Which is probably why he doesn't immediately get to work pulling that underwear off.

Instead he grins, wets his lips.]

Maybe.

[He will move to slip his hand into them, though, fingers sliding with a bit more purpose as he bends to suck lightly at her neck.]

[Yes. Definitely going to kill him.

But if he wants her to play along then Bela will until she gets what she wants and she always got what she wanted; Jesse would know that better than anyone. While he was making more of an effort to please her, he was still being a damn tease, despite how nice his lips felt against her neck.

The best revenge tactic she could put into place was to wind him up, frustrate Jesse to a point where he had to beg her for satisfaction. Tying him up might be a thing.]

Please... [Drawn out on a soft whine, pleading with him. Her hips rock against his fingers in a bid to create friction.]

[Oh yeah, that definitely works for him. It almost works a little too well, actually, and between the sound of her voice and the way her body presses closer to his there's a horrible stretch of seconds during which Jesse's reasonably certain he's gonna lose it... But it passes, and he sends thanks to whoever's listening for that small miracle.

If his mouth wasn't otherwise occupied, he might have smirked, possibly said something to the effect of since you asked so nicely...

But he opts to let his hands do the talking for him instead, crooking a finger into her with care... But not so much care that she could misconstrue his intention, here; whatever's in store for him after this, he absolutely means to get her off this way first and foremost. As much as he likes to tease, he isn't playing around anymore.

He drags his lips across her neck, letting his teeth scrape lightly against the heated skin there before picking his head up to seal their mouths together again.]

[It wouldn't be the first time Bela had this kind of affect upon Jesse; bringing him so close to the edge and making him squirm a little before giving him what he so desperately wanted. It seemed only fair that he should do the same to her once in a while.

She's also not the only one with skilled fingers.

Her response is immediate: hips pushing even harder, another sound of appreciation falling from her lips. It's followed by his name, her head tilting back at the same time when his teeth move along her neck, and when he kisses her, she presses into it and slides her hands down his back, movements slow and deliberate. As much as she wanted more (and soon) Bela couldn't help taking her time, touching and feeling, craving some form of intimacy despite knowing what this was. An arrangement.

One arrangement that Bela wasn't going to end anytime soon, not without good enough reason and not when Jesse could make her feel like this.]

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