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[inuyasock]

the phone sex +
sexting meme

what it says on the tin. leave a blank comment, include your preferences or a starter, it's all good. reply to others with a text, a dirty picture (please link all nsfw things!), misfires, misdials, drunk filthy voicemails, whatever your heart desires.

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[neverreallygone]

[It isn't a message, per se. It's the bond opening, letting bleed through the hint of flickering flames of desire, Ben's shaky, breathless gasps, the inference that he is engaging in an activity that isn't meant for curious eyes.]

[scavenged]

( The sensation knocks the breath from her lungs, it is sudden and sharp, distracting as her body returns the call, her own desire, and ache beginning to burn at her core. It's enough she drops the wrench she is holding before resting her head against the coolness of the metal console before her in an attempt to clear her mind. )

Could you not, or at least a warning.

[neverreallygone]

[The Force is good at opening the bond at unexpected (inopportune) times. Ben knows he shouldn't be surprised when he feels Rey responding, but he is, enough to startle him from his activities, his embarrassment apparent long before he ever finds the werewithal to offer a reply.

It's just human nature, nothing to be embarrassed about, and yet - ]

I don't choose when we're connected, Rey. I don't know if it's better or worse if I tell you when I'm going to start ...

[Especially with the frequency that it's begun occurring. But then, he never had much of a chance or a reason to before. Call this ...

Catching up.]

[scavenged]

( His embarrassment is met with her own, mixed with excitement, longing, and desire — causing her cheeks to flush, breathing to sharpen, and that unmistakable need demanding attention. It makes her wonder how many times their bond opened when she lay awake, restless, tending to that need and he endured it in silence. )

It’s better than being caught off guard. You — it is distracting and I’d rather not be around people when you are —

( Though she trails off, the image of him tending to that human nature bright in her mind, sending a shiver down her body, and adding to the ache. She grabs the wrench off the floor, fingers white knuckled and hand trembling as she sets it on the console, pushing herself off and away to find some solitude. Or as much as she could find with them connected.

She’s almost disappointed that he stopped. )

[neverreallygone]

[Ben just needs a moment - but finding his composure proves difficult as the bond opens and not only shares his thoughts and feelings with Rey but also ever so helpfully gives him a peek at Rey's, as well.

It's not the first time he's felt the ebb and flow of her desire dancing across their bond just like he's sure it's not the first time she's felt his, either.

But acknowledging it - admitting to it and talking about it - is a new facet of their ever-evolving relationship.]

Are you around people? I'll stop if you really want me to, but I have to say ... I really think that scheduling the next time I want to get off might take some of the fun out of it.

For you, though, I will.

[Because he doesn't want to make Rey uncomfortable. Doesn't want to embarrass her, even though he's embarrassed now, hand around his cock, fighting the urge to chase after a relief so sweet he only ever wants to feel it again, again, again.

It's a risk, he knows, but it's one that's well worth the taking to suggest - ]

I can feel the depth of your desire. You could always join me, if you want.

[scavenged]

Don't stop, ( her voice desperate and wanting across their bond, like an ember growing into a flame as her senses are flooded with his desire.

Kriff, when did it become so hard to walk?

All she can think about is the pleasure radiating from him, and her own growing need for relief swelling between her legs. She dares to slide a hand over the swell of her breasts, down the flat of her stomach and hooking her fingers into the waistband of her pants. Desperate to venture deeper, but he stops there. )

I was doing some repairs on the Falcon, so Chewie is around somewhere. I'd hate for him — or anyone really — to catch me with my hand in my pants.

So kind of you to offer, but I'm already ahead of you. Just trying to find a more private place.

[neverreallygone]

[Ben takes a shaky breath, but he knows deep down that there is no real chance of regaining any lost composure. Which is more than fine by him if it means sharing this with Rey.

And in this, he holds nothing back, certain that she can experience what he feels as he feels it - the hitch of his breath as he adjusts his grip and ever-so-slowly resumes stroking himself back to full hardness.

Not that he'd flagged much in the time that they've been speaking.

Ben feels Rey's aching need and answers it with his own in kind, a longing to alleviate her need, the unspoken promise that he won't stop until she's thoroughly (utterly) satisfied.

What he would give to be the one touching her right now, teasing, tormenting her even as she struggles to find a place to be alone.]

Mm, I agree. Moments like these should be private. Just between us.

I can feel how much you need a release.

[How much you need me, he thinks, very well aware that she can sense exactly what he's feeling. There's no shame in it, needing another person. He's made no secret of needing her, after all.]

[scavenged]

( Rey almost doubles over when he begins stroking himself again, an audible moan escaping her lips before she can stop it, and it also slithers across their bond. Stars help her, she's half tempted to find him and mount him at this point, but she also greatly enjoys with little game they have going.

His taunting does nothing to alleviate the ache between her legs; it makes it worse to the point the pauses in an entranceway, her hand pressed against the nearest wall as she takes a deep, shaken breath.

Kriff, does she need him. She always needs him. She wants to feel his hands along her body, worshiping every inch of skin he comes across, teasing her until she's writhing in pleasure, and the only word she can remember is his name. )

Tell me what to do.

( Her voice shaken with need across their bond as she finally finds a place to hide, squeezing herself behind some cargo boxes and slinks against the wall, her hands already beginning to slide down her clothed inner thigh and over the swell of her breast. )

Or tell me what you'd do to me if I were there.