bakerstreet | The slowest burn is the most painful

Shhhh, you have to stay quiet.

[ He's being a jerk now, but all it looks like to anyone watching is he's whispering sweet nothings into her ear while she's ~overcome~ with emotions. Probably from a wandering womb.

A soft kiss pressed right behind her ear as his fingers work themselves into her faster, feeling her walls start to have more give and jesus Fuck she is wet. If they were in private he'd force her to suck his fingers dry. Leather gloves and all.

Actually, while he slowly pulls his fingers loose from her cunt he'll send that image through their bond. His fingers shoved beyond the pink bow of her lips, the slow lapping suction of her mouth as she cleans them. In the mean time, he's running her fluid across his length, which is practically begging for friction at this point.

This is going to be a bit of an awkward angle, but. You know. He doesn't care at this point. He'll guide his tip along her, running it against her cunt and teasing at her clit slightly before he finds her entrance and slowly starts to shove in.

He opens the bond wider to make certain he isn't hurting her and-- it's just a ton of information at once. She's tight as hell and just-- really good. Good enough he's gasping. And this isn't going to go any faster or easier because he wants it too so-- he'll be reaching his freehand around her so he can press a couple of fingers against her clit and just, work at it a bit.

Knock knock bitch it's kylo ren's cock back to wreck your shit again. ]

[ Yeah, it occurs to her around the moment he breaches her that he is too tall and she is too short for this. No, that's not fair. She's not short. She's never been short. But he's just huge. And right now, he feels huge in every possible way, surrounding her and filling her to the brim, stretching her beyond what she'd thought her limits were.

She bites down on her lip to smother a sound and turns her gaze skyward, away from the straggling people. Could they see the flush in her face? Probably not from this far. Not the way her chest heaves for the way her pupils swell wide and dark with arousal.

Keep quiet might be too steep a demand. They might have to take this away from the balcony. The pang of want she feels for his fingers in her mouth comes through clear across the bond, which is blown open by the interlock of their bodies. Nothing is held back. ]

Oh, Ben, I — [ She gets stuck on the sentence, her whole body shuddering as his leather covered fingertips edge against her clit. It's so much and so direct, but she's able to shift her hips slightly, push him just aside of it, and the choked sound she makes becomes a hum.

They can see. She's sure now. Call it paranoia, maybe, but Rey feels suddenly dead sure that the few people still moving around down outside can see them clearly, make out precisely what they're doing up here. They know.

Some part of her dismisses it — she's allowed to fuck her husband. Maybe not in the view of the whole galaxy. Maybe they should have laid down on this balcony instead of fucking over the edge of it, but that ship has sailed.

So slowly, despite her fears, she starts to rock back into him, sliding her hips, letting that pleasant stretching take on new form. She can't be choosy about the angle like this, but his fingers supplement that, persisting in drawing her up, up, up towards a definite peak. ] It feels huge. [ She tells him this in a hushed whisper, trying to use words to keep from making moans. ] You're huge, Ben. I love the way you fill me.

[ He's overwhelmed, enough that he shoves his face into the crown of her head and this-- this is an awkward angle. He can't say he minds it all that much, though. He's starting to see the thrill in fucking her like this, with everyone watching and claiming her for himself. Fuck the galaxy and--- fuck Rey too I guess??/??

There's a soft huff of air from him, his own way of laughing because huge. He's not about to credit himself with that, but he'll let her keep saying it.

He ruts into her, and yeah-- it's powerful enough that she'll nearly be knocked off her feet, pressed into the railing and practically helpless to stop the steady rhythm of his dick rooting itself into her. ]

Who did you want to see me lose my mind in front of today? [ He's barely managing not to moan-- his words are rumbling grunts. Spoken between harsh breaths. ] Tell me.

[ The sudden, brutal thrust knocks her against the railing. It probably hurts his arm to get pinched between her body and the metal balcony rail, but that's what he chose for himself. She gasps, too startled by the way he drives into just the right spot inside of her to even think about making a sound. Probably for the best.

The descending fever heats her skin, leaves her breathless, sweating, panting. It's perfect. He's perfect. She feels like she's going to combust, surely she can't take much more of this, and then he demands that of her, and—

Rey cries out softly. ]

None of them. [ She growls it out, gathering herself. ] Don't you dare let them see this. It's ours. They can't have it.

[ Right under their noses, on display and not at the same time. One of the few things that they can control, that still belongs to them. One of the few things they haven't sacrificed to become these idols. ]

[ Yeah he'll be feeling that smarting in his arm later tonight but you know. He gives zero fucks right now. Not when he can feel her cunt tighten around him with that harsh push of his hips. When he can feel her uncoiling and-- maybe if anyone looked closely enough they'd probably be able to tell that he is moving awfully unusually for someone just holding their future wife and they're both hunched in a strange way. But he's committed to this sexual endeavor now, mom did not raise a quitter.

He slides his fingers along the folds holding her clit, pushing her closer and closer to that edge, letting her swallow his length over and over and over. ] Make me yours then.

[ She wanted him to keep talking and by god he will continue until she says stop ] Right here.

[ He's gasping for breath and realizing how true the statement really is even on it's own. He's hers. Entirely. He has been for a while. He would let the stars burn out and swallow every system before he let her go again.

And my god does he want to just. Kiss her and kinda make out with her for a while. Dumb teenage on a couch making out. HE NEVER GOT THAT EXPERIENCE He WANTS IT WITH HER. ]

[ It takes her longer to crest than 'usual' aka than it did last night. Perhaps because she's still raw from that fucking marathon. But when he offers this agreement, when she feels the bone-deep belonging resonating from his end of the bond too, she unravels.

Shuddering and gasping, she seizes up around him, all twitching heat and pressure. She leans back, grabbing onto his tunic behind her hip, clutching him to brace herself and stay aloft.

Welcome to Wild Rides with Rey and Kylo, where having sex in front of people is like 'ya this is nice' but having an emotional connection is orgasmic. ]

[ I mean that's probably why Rey gets confused in half the AU's because it takes her a while to figure out that kylo really gets revved up over emotions and shit. Like yes rey you are an attractive woman and he loves wrecking ur body, but goddamn that "neither are you" got him to half chub at least. It's a dumb wild ride.

So when she's gasping and arching and reaching back for him-- he responds in kind. Leaning forward and groaning in her ear. Emptying himself in her and-- well, his mother probably took care of that??? He'll find the spot later and be Assured of that. Maybe they need to have these discussions before they fuck tbh. But that's not anywhere near his mind right now. Not as he quivers and shakes with her, comes undone and just rests against her. The hand which had been toying with her clit coming to rest around her shoulders and hold her close as he gathers himself.

In this moment, all he can feel is that they belong to one another. Wholly.

Also wow are they getting like. Pre-married tomorrow??? Holy shit. ]

[ No one ever told Rey not to, so she

takes this opportunity to try it on: ] I love you.

[ This comes out in the midst of her efforts to recover some semblance of even breath. Her hand has come up to rest over his arm, not to pull him away, but to hold him there, steady, to embrace him despite the fact that he stands behind her like this.

But no, this is definitely what it feels like. Rey's action oriented. Words are hard, until she has a feeling and a moment to go with it. This is that moment. ]

Not almost. I do.

[ Honestly at first he's kinda confused because he'd been thinking of saying it himself. So he was wondering if he was saying it (You know, despite it not coming from his mouth and being in a COMPLETELY different voice) and then he thinks maybe she was just reading his thoughts and saying what he was thinking aloud. And then he realizes that's a fucking ridiculous thought and everything just catches up to him at once.

Oh.

A shuddering breath that is close to a laugh parts his lips and he presses his nose down into her hair and the side of her face and. He can't tell if it's the flush from their fucking or if he's just honestly blushing right now. But in this moment. Everything is floating and beautiful. ]

Again.

[ A quiet breathless request, his arms squeeze her more tightly and he wants this dumb moment, him inside of her with his pants askew and hers shoved down to her thighs and them watching the ocean and the people below and whispering confessions to each other-- he wants this precise dumb moment to stretch into forever. Maybe life would be tolerable if it could. ]

[ The sudden levity of his embrace startles her, but she welcomes it warmly, tucking her chin and kissing his forearm and exhaling a near-laugh as she then lifts her head to look out a the ocean with him. Peace begets peace, and she welcomes his into her. Good moments will be scarce for them. She savors this one. ]

I love you.

[ And she's sure that she does because this has never felt so easy as it feels right now. For a moment, like this, she can almost pretend they aren't required to perform anything. It is Rey and Ben and the galaxy can see and they are naked before each other — well, figuratively, at least. And there are no masks. No shadows. No politics. ]

[ Lol remember when rey was crying? This punk ass bitch is now crying. At least its not like. An ugly weeping cry but just a quiet "I am super overwhelmed right now and I didn't expect to be so I just gotta cry this out rn???" cry.

And it's just everything. Everything hitting him at once. The realization of this being what he wanted, that he nearly... no -- he should have lost this. And in some ways he has, because now they have the galaxy in their hands and he offered that to her. He wanted to change things. He still wants to change things so desperately. End the chaos and pain and just try to bring sense back to existence-- but doing that requires they cannot truly ever be themselves.

But then he's also just-- ecstatic that after all the shit he's pulled that she could feel the same????

He's just going through a lot right now and doesn't have a lot of good coping mechanisms to handle it or compartmentalize everything he's feeling so.

Excuse him as he just. Holds her tight and murmurs. ]

I love you.

[ And in his mind it reverberates and echos again and again and again. Over and over through his being and he's an emotional goddamn mess Rey. R u sure about this? ]

[ Oh, he's — Oh.

Rey doesn't quite know what to do because like his dick's still up in there and he's hugging her from behind and weeping and she can tell that this is a very emotional moment he's having with her

back.

Slowly but surely she extricates herself, but only so she can turn around and draw him to her in a proper embrace, burying her face in the loosened fabric of his tunic. Yes. This is what they deserve. Out there, performing for everyone, it's easy to feel alone, but as long as he's by her side, she knows neither of them will be. ]

[ He's a fucking mess okay?? At least there aren't porgs watching in astonishment. And Like her back is better than her not there at all but he will take her front as well. Like. Any part of her.

He's just a goddamn wreck and her being so accepting of him being a goddamn wreck is making him more of a goddamn wreck and like. HE WAS BEING SUPER SEXY KYLO REN just a few tags ago and now he's weepy crying mess ben solo (also kinda kylo ren) and he's having a time. Just. A time.

Any audience they had or didn't have is probably super confused. It's okay hypothetical voyeurs. We are as well. ]

Inside.

[ A request. Like. Hey everyone can watch me fuck you from behind but I DONT WANT PEOPLE TO SEE ME CRYING. I think that's fairly reasonable. ]

[ She reaches down to draw up her trousers before she takes him by the hand and tugs him back off the balcony. Once they're both inside, she closes the doors and draws the drapes and shuts the rest of the world away for him. No, not just for him.

The trousers come off entirely then, discarded in a corner of the room. She will wrestle them on again tomorrow, but for tonight, she is alone with someone she loves. She does not need to wear pants. ]

You're very confusing, you know.

[ Just pointing that out. She obviously can't tell whether she's best off keeping her distance now or drawing in close and comforting him. ]

[ He's just getting his pants on right when she's dragging him back to the room and --

Then she's just taking off her pants completely. And now he's in a weird purgatory of "Do I take my pants off or pretend to follow weird social rules about actually changing right now?"

When a trash baby is engaged to a prince tbh.

At her statement, he blinks for just a moment. Looking every bit the red-eye-rimmed fresh from crying, also thoroughly fucked, also weird darkside but also lightside fucking Mess he is. ]

Which part?

[ Like. He's half being a smart ass here, but honestly there are so many parts of kylo ren to be confused about he can't blame her. ]

[ She wipes between her thighs and her hand comes away messy with fluids from the both of them. Will that be the kind of thing she gets used to? Right now it's distracting (though it does bring a pink to her cheeks because it's quite satisfying too).

She looks back up at him. ]

The part where one minute you're ordering me around and the next you're holding me and weeping. [ He contains multitudes ok. She's not judging him, and that's pretty clear in the fact that she draws close to him again and circles her hands — careful not to get the mess on his clothes, though she imagines his pants and the hem of his tunic are already done for — around his waist to hold him close. ] You're a contradiction.

[ Okay-- he totally get why she's confused. Like. 100%. But there's an assumption that he even gets it himself when he's the one crying all the time.

Spoiler alert: He does not. Massive overwhelming emotion, capped off with an inability to properly process them at anyone time.

Well-- and there is a reasoning behind the ordering around at least? ]

You like when I order you around.

[ ...In Bed, but. You know. He hopes that's obvious and he realizes just how quickly he's learning her. Just how seamless it is between them.

And at this moment he's going to concern himself with finding her a towel while simultaneously wanting to hold her again because again.

He's bad at processing his emotions rn. ]

Is that the only reason you do?

[ She's not sure how she feels about that, but she definitely gets the impression now that it's the case. But … at the same time, she doesn't really think it's true. Once she might have imagined Ben Solo had let go of the Dark entirely and now only mimicked it for her, but that doesn't seem to be the case with him. And that's … okay?

Maybe they're both contradictions. ]

[ handing her a towel and ??????? He’s confused by her confusion and line of questioning like “is this a trap???” But it doesn’t seem to be? So he’ll try to parse through his emotions on the matter. ]

I haven’t given it that much thought. [ actually you know what? Fuck handing her the towel he’s actually just gonna help wipe her thighs down himself because. Again. About to be legally his thighs as well. Any excuse to touch her really. So he’ll bow in front of her and start to run the towel over her inner thighs and how over dressed is this fucker tho???? ] I’ll have to order you around more to figure it out.

[ if the look he gives her is any clue he ready to make the sacrifice of fucking her enough to figure that specific kink out. ]

[ Oh.

Oh.

She likes this too, as it turns out. Rey sets one hand on top of his head because it's at the perfect height and his hair is A Gift. But she feels weird half dressed as she is, so she strips off her shirt after a few moments and lets it join her pants on the floor.

There. Now at least he's kneeling before his totally naked fiancé. It feels more right. Her hands settle back in his hair and start combing through it. ]

Is that how you intend to examine all of your preferences? [ She sounds down tbh. ] Experiment with everything until you feel something other than apathy towards it?

[ she’s raving about his hair and he is internally raving over her hands. Like excuse you he’d like your hands to stay in his hair forever???

He finishes wiping her off and— oh. She’s naked. He’s cool with this development. So cool that he’s just going to drop the towel and just hook his hands under her thighs so he can lift her up and she can keep her hands locked firmly in his hair as he walks them over to the bed ]

It’s better than weeping, isn’t it?

[ he’s an emotional boy who has a lot of repressed emotions to express okay rey???? ]

Different.

[ Rey says this with her arms firmly around his shoulders, and therefore her breasts pushed up into his chin inasmuch as her inconsequential bust can squish at all. Her fingers continue playing in his hair, elbows bent behind his neck, her chin on top of the crown of his head. ]

Neither good nor bad. [ Balance? There's a joke here. Her lips quirk. ]

[ Her inconsequential breasts are making this sad boy very happy do not hate okay? Clearly more important than seeing clearly as he takes her further in the room. Honestly the only reason he isn’t paying them extra attention right now is because he is walking so

Give him a minute.

He’ll hum softly in response to her statement of balance of his crying and being an asshole dom. Considering her words before. Hey. There’s the bed. You’re being placed upon it Rey. He thought about dropping her but her hands are still in his hair and he’s not willing to risk her taking his hair out with a fall.

Oh hey remember how he wasn’t paying them any attention before?? Well now that they are on a bed, warm butterfly kisses are pressed to her sternum, he peeks through the dark curtain of his hair. His expression is somewhere between cloying and accusing. ]

So you enjoy my tears?

[ this is not the time to have this discussion kylo.

Especially considering the fucker IS STILL FULLY DRESSED ]

[ That's fine, Rey has brainpower when he's kissing her breasts and distracting her with the fluttering sensation of skin on skin, but she'd be totally Done if his shirt came off so. This is for the best. Kylo knows how to make sure a conversation still happens.

She lays back, welcoming his presence over her, and traces her fingertips down his spine and across his shoulder blades. Hm. He's warm and present and solid. Real. ]

I appreciate them. It's not the same.

[ They represent his vulnerability and being a soft boi, which are things she loves about him. She doesn't enjoy his suffering though. ]

[ the eight pack is solidly packed away for the moment. This is honest exploration— no rush to the finish line. The wet solid drag of his tongue will start to work across her breast and along her nipple however. Tiny they may be but he appreciates your titties tons Rey. Hope you’re starting to realize that ]

You want me to cry now?

[ muffled by said work he is putting into tiny titties. It’s a bit ridiculous but he’s honestly enjoying just. Talking to her about something that isn’t politics, major trauma, or his many failings as a person.

In the mean time he’s pulling both of his legs up on the bed so he’s kneeling above her and his hands curve under her legs and bring them up around his waist to rest. No movement towards fucking her, it’s reflecting his unending desire to be close to her. ]

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this tag interrupted by horatio closing my browser when he jumped on my lap

omg but he's so cute you can't be mad

what if i am mad about how cute he is tho???

i mean ok fair

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Almost home free. One train ride to freedom.

SO CLOSE

One more breakfast. I’m gonna gear up for some starters tonight. ＼＼\٩(๑`^´๑)۶//／／

registers a request for ben solo reintegrating into the resistance in one of our 500 redemption aus

I got an idea for drugged out porg au. Which started as rey rescue au. But is now druggy bj porg au