bakerstreet | Sexting the night away

Sex.

[As if that was obvious.]

You figure out those three options yet, or do I need to spell it out for you?

[She got a lineface. And then an embarrassed face. And then an awkward face. And then it went back to embarrassed.] Well what do you want to do?

[Reaching out, she tugged on the opening of his shirt on the opposite side of his body, pulling him in closer.]

Nuh uh. I need to know you understand the parameters here, Counselor. Informed consent is kind of an important thing, especially with this.

[She smells nice. She likes what she sees. She's being a bit distracting.] I think you'll have to inform me first, then.

[He was languid in his answer, almost too relaxed, but that was more than okay. She tugged him that little bit closer that let her lips brush over his. Something soft, something promising more later.]

There's three ways to do this, Murdock. You can use it on me, which would be fun. You can use it on me while you're in me, which would also be fun. And I can use it on you. Either with you in me or not. I'm a fan of all the above.

[He leaned in, placing one hand on her thigh, running his fingertips gently along the seam down her inner thigh. When they put a bit of distance between their lips again, she'd be able to see half a lopsided smile starting to form as one of his eyebrows crawled up and up and up towards his unkempt still-damp hair. Honestly, she'd lost him shortly after 'Murdock'.] Did you screamed yourself hoarse last night when you were trying to rip my head off or can I play with you again?

I didn't take you for someone so easily distracted.

[She was grinning, watching his expression as her hand slid down the front of his shirt, moving to draw lines over the terrycloth of the towel he wore.]

I'm- pretty sure you're trying to distract me. Can I at least invite you to my bedroom? [She'd feel the muscles in his stomach becoming taut beneath her fingers. He's anticipating this going somewhere in that general direction of fun that she'd promised.]

Mm, no. I'm trying to fuck you, not distract you.

[She flicked her tongue out over his lips before drawing back, smiling.]

Only if I can bring my toy.

Well my towel's still on so you're clearly not trying hard enough. [He teased her with a chaste kiss on her nose and got up, grabbing her bag on his way to the bedroom.] Wow. Your happy place toy made out of gold or something?

That's the huge bottle of lube, Sparky.

[She laughed and got up when he passed, following close behind and reaching out a hand to snag his towel-- and pull it off.]

Whoops.

[He sensed her coming early enough to not trip up when she did that. She could enjoy the view of his ass in the short walk over before he placed her bag down on the corner of his bed.] You weren't joking about the lube.

[Sitting down on the edge of his bed he propped himself up on his elbows and shuffled backwards to give her room. His shirt dangled dangerously off his shoulders and his shirt cuffs pooled around his wrists.] You smell overdressed.

[Matt had a very fine ass, so that wasn't exactly a hardship. She watched him shuffle up onto the bed, smiling as she stood there, still clothed.]

And you look... delicious. Maybe I want to stay overdressed and tease you for a bit. You seem to be the one dressed for debauchery at the moment.

You said you were coming over tonight. I got excited. [He doesn't look particularly excited just yet, but she'll get him there before he's even realised what was happening.]

[She came closer, moving to put a knee on the bed, reaching for her bag.]

I like you excited. Ever had an orgasm from... something not cock related?

[That had him laughing and looking slightly flushed. A man who was as sensitive to the touch as he was? She really didn't need to ask.] What do you think?

Touche. So, how about... butt stuff? Not really sure how to ask how much you experimented in college, Matt.

['Butt stuff'. He snickered.] I've had anal sex, Jess. And I've given blowjobs. And I've done both at the same time - or, well, I tried. You can ask me things - awkward doesn't really suit you.

You have? Huh. I didn't figure you for bi.

[Not that it mattered. Here she'd been thinking she was broaching new territory. That made it a little easier, though. Knowing that he'd enjoyed it before.]

Wait-- you've given a blowjob while getting anal sex, or gotten one while... I'm trying to figure out the dynamics here. There'd have to be more than two dicks involved. That's just math.

Matthew. You kinky fuck.

I- It- It was college. There was a lot of alcohol and- other substances involved. It was just a phase. [A big part of those college days had been Foggy. But arguably an even bigger part involved Elektra. Both of whom had this 'live life to the fullest' philosophy that had an eager-to-please Matthew doing more ~~people~~ things than he'd ever care to admit. Not to mention the fact that Elektra was batshit crazy and had him eating out of her hand for years.]

I hate to disappoint, but. I'm more vanilla than ice cream.

[She laughed as she pulled out her handy battery operated friend (with fresh batteries and newly washed), and the bottle of lube. The vibrator was about seven inches long, but it was slim and silver, something more for the vibration function on the inside than for girth or texture. She waggled it at him as she crawled on the bed, dropping the bottle of lube on one side of him and moving to reach for one of his ankles with her free hand.]

I doubt it. You dress up like a fetish partier and you enjoy pain more than anyone else I know. You're more like whiskey ice cream.

[An odd mix of dread and intrigue - a sort of curious but maybe I don't really want this after all - started to fill him. It'd been slightly less than ten years since those young and crazy college days, after all, even though it felt like it was a much longer time ago.

It could be fun. It had to have been fun at some point. Or maybe not since he'd gone almost immediately onto the straight and narrow path once he graduated.] You know many blind fetish partiers in suits?

Just one.

[She tugged him down the bed towards her, crawling in between his legs, nudging his knees apart with hers.]

I spy with my little eye, someone about to enjoy themselves.

[Yeah he's pretty sure that someone's going to be her, but he wasn't screaming and running just yet.] Have I told you lately that you give off inappropriately sexy serial killer vibes?

Aww, you say the sweetest things.

[She crawled up until she could drape his thighs over hers, sitting back on her haunches and tucking him in close to her. She set the vibrator down, dragging her hands down along the insides of his thighs until she could frame his groin with her fingers.]

Just relax. Trust me.

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