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TDM #10
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It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy. This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses. To counteract the discovery of the Deceit Gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the L.I.E.S. program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the Deceit Gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from L.I.E.S. after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues. ... and you’re here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity. After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of orientation. If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You’re a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your highrise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You’re a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you’ll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms. Enjoy your free time until orientation! Participation is mandatory by all new and old arrivals. The weather is a brisk negative seven during the warmest parts of the day. |
 It's time for the monthly Duplicity train tour. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. Traveling from Fiddler's Square, the train journeys through various parts of the Up, showcasing society and examples of lifestyle. Along the way, frequent stops are made; a variety of passengers can be seen exiting and entering the doors. A Dominant with a kneeling Submissive takes a seat near the front of the train at one stop. A small group of Submissives board and sit closer to the LIERS at another, all seemingly content in their roles. As the tour continues through the Up, the train passes close to the Market and White Wall Bridge and zips by North Park before heading into the Down and bypassing Red Wall Bridge and South Park. The train makes a "final" stop at Riddler's Square, where inhabitants of the Down are instructed to return to their temporary housing. Those who live in the Up are permitted to stay on the train and revisit the same locations while returning. |
 Along with the usual Dom and Sub seminars and demonstrations, the powers that be have decided to try something a little more friendly. After attending the mandatory classes, all characters are invited to a (mandatory) social mixer! There are beverages and light snacks, and mingling is highly encouraged. Also, all participants have had their clothes removed and replaced with long shirts ( they are allowed to keep their undergarments, but nothing else is allowed ). Said shirts have the phrase “Ask me about _____!” plastered loudly and proudly on the front. It could be a character’s deepest, darkest secret, their most negative trait, or something embarrassing they had happen to them. Each participant is given a clipboard, pen and a piece of paper and are tasked with “asking” three others about what’s written on their chests. Once they’ve completed the task and handed in the assignment they’ll receive their clothes back. Of course, the long shirts can be removed, but that means you’ll be stuck in the nude or in your undergarments until you cooperate. |
 Not into your long shirts? Want to complain or refuse to participate? There’s another option! Unruly Dominants and Submissives will find themselves locked in a private room with a bed, stuffed together into a get-along-shirt. There’s no escaping the garment either, until certain conditions have been met. Written on a flip chart in the corner of the room are the tasks that need to be accomplished to “get along.” Are the two supposed to share a kiss? Sing a romantic duet together? Say the alphabet backwards in sync? The whole point of the exercise is to find that synergy a Dom and Sub pair are supposed to have. Maybe this isn’t the best way to find it, though… When the conditions are met the shirt is removable or rippable. Otherwise no matter how hard the characters struggle they’ll find themselves unable to get the pesky thing off. |
 Many local businesses have adapted to the timing of newcomers, and take advantage of the incoming crowds to do a little marketing. Stationed throughout Duplicity in LIEr-adjacent places such as the train station, the Up Apartments, the Down Motel, and the orientation center are representatives for local businesses and companies handing out free samples and hoping to attract business later. This month, there’s a particular presence by Harbroken Industries, a cosmetic and beauty company. They’re pushing free samples of their new pheromone perfume sprays, delicately scented and guaranteed to work. Sample bottles are freely available, but some overeager volunteers are taking the department store approach and spritzing unwitting passersby. The citrus scent is energizing and bright, inducing a talkative state where users cannot get enough conversation, and lose any internal filter for their words. The strawberry-vanilla scent is sweet and comforting, like a warm hug, which users will get a lot of with their new obsession with physical affection. Cedar-sandalwood makes those who use it tough as nails, angry and ready to pick a fight over the smallest slights. The cinnamon-pear scent makes its users feel adventurous and curious, and maybe a little TOO bold about trying new things. And predictably, the patchouli spray inspires “free love,” with an aphrodisiac effect that gets worse over time, unless taken care of quickly. The scents will wane and the effects will fade after six hours, or after the urges they cause are fulfilled. These volunteers are so eager to make a sale that it’s entirely possible to be hit with more than one spray at a time, so maybe take the long way around these areas if you’re looking to avoid them. |
Please read carefully. On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, characters will still have gone through the doors but assignments OOCly are still randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chooses "left" or "right". When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass". This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice. To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide: Count the letters in your character's full name ( first, last, middle or whatever combo that they have ). If it totals twelve letters and below they are a Dominant. If it's thirteen and higher they are Submissive. Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!! |
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He exhales a low chuckle at her. He can't help it, it's far from the first time that he's heard along those lines, though it's usually less about him asking questions and more about the fact that he's just not quiet at all. Not even when he's supposed to be, or else risking an awkward discovery at the wrong moment, or potentially fueling unwanted rumors. Personally he's never cared much about what people think he gets up to in his own bunk.
The rumors tend to be more salacious than the reality, especially lately. Or they were until he got here. ]
Maybe you should do a better job of shutting me up then.
[ It's said with an irrepressible grin, it's just a normal response to being scolded, whether she's teasing or not. In this case he doesn't hear an actual complaint, but it would be hard to tell since she's so breathless, and he's not going to help with that since he's tilting his head to drop equally heated kisses to her throat as he rolls his hips just enough to cause some friction between them. It's too tempting not to. ]
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If your mouth's busy, you can't say anything stupid with it.
[ now they're just play-fighting, teasing back and forth in familiar volleys, as easy to slip into as a warm bath. even amidst the unfamiliar — the way her body seems to know without her brain catching up that arching into that roll of his hips means more friction in the next pass, the way she hisses as his teeth catch against skin — there is something she knows, the give-and-take of their relationship to each other a steady constant she can rely on.
it gives her solid ground to balance on even as the world around her remains topsy-turvy, a confusing mess of social roles and expectations unlike anything she's ever known. she may have spent the afternoon broiling in frustrations, annoyed that after having escaped jakku without ever having to trade her body for survival she'd have to do it here, but she doesn't think about that now.
this isn't about quotas or contracts or the synergy between a submissive and a dominant. this is something else. she doesn't know what, but rey doesn't know that she cares, either. ]
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[ Except he's keeping his mouth voluntarily preoccupied at the moment, working across the soft skin of her throat, further down as she willingly tips her head back for him, which would have ruined any attempt at refraining from getting too caught up in them. That solid black line, one that Finn shares, is an ever=present reminder, and it's one that he's defiantly ignoring, and maybe more than slightly tempted to leave his own marks across it with his teeth, even if it's a symbolic gesture, at best. It doesn't take much to give in to that temptation either, not when she's groaning and arching herself into him like this, eager for more.
This works. Somehow. If- or when, most likely, he has the chance to stop and think about this, it shouldn't surprise him too much. He felt a connection with her right from the very beginning, before he even saw her, swooping in at the last moment with the Falcon to protect their last ditch assault, and that first moment he did see her, standing there lifting tons of rock as casually brushing away pebbles in their way. He'd never seen anything like it before.
Meeting someone like her, so close on the heels of meeting Finn, where he had that same feeling, it couldn't just be a coincidence. Just like he doesn't believe it's a coincidence that they're together here, now, either.
She's already taken off her belt, which makes it that much easier to push the now loosely wrapped fabric away from her shoulders, exposing more bare skin for his lips to roam across as his fingers slide lower, seeking out the edge of the fabric that's still covering her chest. There are still a lot of layers of fabric between them, and he's not being particularly shy about wanting to get rid of those. ]
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so when his hands slip into the folds of her tunic, when his fingertips brush along the gray binding that's wrapped around her chest, rey doesn't hesitate to follow his implied encouragements, to pull at the knot whose ties lay between her shoulder blades, to roll her shoulders back the way he had until fabric falls and pools around her waist, slumping against the countertop where it can go no further. without the belt, it only takes a few moments of practiced, efficient movements before rey is quite simply laid bare to the hips, exposed to the cool air of his apartment, goosebumps sprawling over her arms and shoulders.
it's cold, she realizes, and in that same moment, her arms reach out, instinctively pulling him back into press flush against him, soaking up not only the heat of his body but of his mouth on her own, pouring that eager, wanton energy into a kiss that practically begs him to push forward, her own inexperience be damned. ]
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As soon as she's pulling at him though his hands are already sliding smoothly across the bared skin of her back, a trail of warmth to chase the shivers along her spine, and the kisses that he drops along her shoulder are even warmer. He's not feeling cold at all, in fact he's feeling hot enough that stripping out of his shirt isn't a chill in the slightest, taking away another barrier between them so that her hands will settle on heated skin instead. Of course it's not all about the temperature, he's also driven by an irresistable desire to feel her without any of their clothes getting in the way.
Practically any room would be warmer than this. They could move. And maybe he will, but not right now. He's busy reclaiming her mouth with his own for more searing kisses, muffling a quiet groan into it at the feeling of her soft, naked curves pressing into him. Every sound she makes and determined push to take more, as much as he'll give her, pulls them deeper in, and at this point he's given up fighting it. Which is why he's dropping his hands to help work her out of her trousers as well. ]
So no questions, is that how we're doing this?
[ It's half a tease, muttered in between kisses, because obviously that itself is a question, but she can't expect him not to tease a little. And he really does have trouble keeping his mouth shut, even if all he's uttering are praises or curses, often with the same meaning behind them. ]
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Do you want to stop for questions?
[ it's not a serious response, not when his mouth keeps seeking out her own, not when his hands are working the waistband of her trousers down, not when her hips are lifting to accommodate the tug of fabric over them. she isn't really offering to stop, and in truth, she doesn't want to. what she wants is to pull him as flush as she can, to soak up every inch of warmth and exhilarating desire; she wants to sate that ache of wanting that's twisting low in her belly. ]
Why are you overdressed, then?
[ her trousers in the process of being tugged down to the floor, his own still held up around his hips. she'd move to unfasten the buttons and buckles, but her hands are currently engaged in spanning out the width of his shoulder blades, committing each line of muscle and bone to memory. besides, she'd have to pull away to manage it, and she'd rather catch his lower lip between her teeth, a roll of that soft flesh and then a swipe of her tongue over the aggrieved space to soothe, eager and greedy for more without quite knowing how to ask for it. ]
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[ Definitely no one here, not as long as she's encouraging him every step of the way. Which is exactly what she's still doing, pulling herself close whenever there's space, tilting herself into every one of his kisses, always touching, so much so that it's a distraction from any effort he's making not to rush this too much. He doesn't really need to get all those clothes off, he could, and has, managed just fine with impatiently tugging them aside, but whatever this is, it's not some casual fling with a friendly acquaintance, or even an attractive stranger as can happen more often in a place like this. This is Rey, and it's not like he's going to forget that, no matter how distracting it is to have her hands roaming over his bare chest or how much heat and want those kisses have been steadily stoking.
He'll save her the trouble of returning the favor, as once he's gotten hers slipped down to her thighs it won't take much effort for her to squirm out of them, and he can turn his attention to unbuckling his own belt, though he has to wedge his hands in between them to do it. He won't complain about that, or try to push for more space, not when he can manage, exhaling a groan of pure relief against her mouth once he's gotten everything unbuttoned and unzipped, releasing a strain of pressure that was building to genuinely uncomfortable levels.
Something about the combination of how soft and willing she is while also being so hungry and demanding is just impossible to resist. ]
You know we could move.
[ Could. Will they? He doubts it. Once he's shoved everything down his own hips he rocking back into her, and it's a very different sensation without any clothing at all in the way, one that takes his breath away. It also leaves his hands free to roam across her chest, palming across the curves of her breasts and rolling her nipples in between his fingers. ]
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We — okay, [ it isn't as enthusiastic as she'd like it to be, not exactly a yes, please, but she's finding it harder to corral her limited attention into every place at once, and words seem to be the first thing to fall off. she has to swallow first, stop the motion of her own hands and focus, before she can respond again. ] Where?
[ the reality is, this countertop isn't exactly comfortable, but she hadn't given much thought to comfort when all her body wanted to do was rock and grind against him, the scent and heat of her own arousal overwhelmingly evident. they didn't need to be anywhere in particular, did they? her mind was already full of options that flashed in half-complete pictures — and if it came down to it, she was pretty sure she wouldn't die if he fucked her on the floor, just so long as he actually did it.
because if he doesn't, that might actually be how she dies. ]
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It's not a difficult proposition. Though it might be a little awkward that his arousal will be rubbing up against her the whole way it's not all that difficult to carry her if she'll cooperate. He just has to shift his grip onto her lower back, tugging her forward until she's up off the counter, and then using the leverage of the back of her thighs to hold her tight against him. If she wants to walk on her own, he'll let her, but there's nothing necessarily wrong with him carrying her the whole way either, is there? It means he can kiss her in the meantime, and she's still free to use her hands as long as her legs are wrapped around him.
Clearly she's not used to letting words roll off her tongue while she's preoccupied like this, which has him feeling more than slightly curious. ]
Have you done this before? [ He's murmuring in her ear, not bothering to specify what part of 'this' he's talking about. It could mean a lot of things. For that matter she could decide not to answer him at all, but he naturally tends to say whatever comes to mind when he's thoroughly distracted.
He's not going to judge, it's not apprehension in his own, only that curiosity that comes from a place of wanting to understand her, to give him a better idea of what she's bringing into this. ]
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until he tears it away, whispering just a single sentence against her ear, and rey groans from a flood of disappointment, an ache of want that echoes between them without hesitation. ] Once, [ comes the bare reply, though she doesn't elaborate, doesn't mention who or when or how. it doesn't seem to matter when it's so much more necessary, so much more tempting, to encourage his mouth back to her own, and to reach out with a hand when the frame of a room appears in her peripheral vision, tugging him along as eagerly as she can by sheer leverage alone.
as if poe didn't know she was stubborn, now it is on full display, as even cradled in his arms she grapples and grasps for some leverage or control, some opportunity to demand more in every moment. ]
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He did ultimately decide to bypass the couch entirely, opting for the bed instead, and even though it's more of a struggle to get that far it's worth it to have a soft surface for them both to tumble into. Rey goes down on her back, for the most part, it's not as graceful as it might have been if she wasn't doing such a good job of distracting him, but he catches himself with his arms and his knees rather than crashing into her.
He is glad that they got all of their clothes out of the way before they got this far. Not that it would have taken long to pull them off, but it's one less thing to distract from almost immediately rolling his hips into her, instinctively seeking out that heat that's he's only barely brushed against before.
This would be about the time where he'd be tempted to talk, there's a lot he could say. Instead he's catching her mouth for another searing kiss, even hungrier than the last. ]
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she barely gets anything out at all, then, just a mumbled curse word in some picked-up language, nothing in basic or even adjacent to it. it's the universal signal of wow in the crassest way possible, swallowed up by a kiss that makes her wonder if her lips will be bruised in the morning, one that leaves her panting and desperately squirming for something she can't quite put a name to.
but the tightness between her legs, slick and obvious when she shifts beneath him, tells her what she wants. more than a want now, really; it's practically a demand, as shameless as the words that spill from her mouth when they break apart, the ones that get expelled over a hot breath against his jaw. ]
Give me your hand.
[ so she can guide him, show him exactly what he's done to her, so she can make it absolutely crystal clear exactly what she wants him to do to her. slim fingers wrap around his palm, pulling it down between them until he's able to cup her between her legs, feel that searing heat and slick arousal with the barest brush of fingertips, the involuntary twitch of her hips in reaction to his touch against sensitive spots.
she doesn't stop him once he's there. if anything, the release of her hand from his once he's in position is encouragement — because she isn't fragile, there's nothing but lean muscles in her slim frame, and right now, she doesn't want to be treated like a delicate flower that needs coaxing into something. she wants this, wants him, as aggressive and passionate as any of their fights have ever been. she wants poe dameron in all the ways she knows him — and to learn, later, all the ways she doesn't. ]
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It could have been an unspoken request to slow things down, and to say that he wouldn't mind touching her and exploring every inch of her with his fingers first would be an understatement, but even while his fingers slide smoothly over her and her own hand pulls back, he can tell that what she wants hasn't changed. As new as this is to her she hasn't wanted him to hold back, and he's not about to start now.
So instead of just touching her he's shifting his weight back onto his knees so that he has both hands free, so he doesn't have to stop stroking even while he's wrapping his other hand around himself, guiding that hard length just until he's worked the tip inside her. He's expecting her to be tight, probably too tight to push this too hard, too fast, but that's fine. It gives him a chance to really feel every part of this, to say nothing of getting to watch her while he gives it to her.
He won't be too gentle with her. As long as she wants more, he's not going to slow down, not when he wants this just as much as she does, and when neither of them is in a patient mood slow just isn't going to factor into it. ]
Rey—
[ Even if she finds the will to ask what he might have been about to say before a groan interrupts it, he might not be able to tell her. It's just so much more than he was expecting. From this place, from her, even from himself. ]
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she isn't disappointed. it's difficult to feel anything but exhilaration and wanting, difficult to be aware of anything but the thudding of her heart in her chest and the echo of her own panting breath in her ears; he adjusts and she obliges out of instinct and nothing else, shifting and following his nudging until he's there —
until he says her name, a mix of desire and surprise and something else she can't put a label on in the single syllable, and she nods, fervently, wordlessly, pulling herself to him to swallow up that sound in a kiss that's equal parts hungry and relieved. she'll never have the words to express how good it feels to hear him say her name like that, so she doesn't try. ]
I know, [ don't ask her what she knows. she's still figuring that out. ] It's —
[ but it's her turn to lose her train of thought, for whatever words she might have spilled out to get lost in an appreciative moan as her hips twitch beneath him, as the angle adjusts just enough for pressure to give way to something warmer and for arousal to coat just enough to let him slide that much further in without too much resistance.
she doesn't even remember what she would have said. all she can give him now is a sigh and a nod, her wordless agreement to go ahead and do the damn thing. ]
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But once he has rolled his hips to bury himself inside her, muffling a groan against her lips in the process, he's pressing her back down against the bed with another intent kiss that completely cuts off any more of those noises from either of them. Even though he has an elbow propped against the mattress he's not really trying to push himself up much, just enough so that he's not pressing his full weight against her. All of that skin on skin contact feels perfect right now.
Eventually he has to break away from her mouth again to suck in a breath, whether she needs the same or not, particularly when he gives his hips a very slight roll, just to see how it feels and how she reacts to it. All of the tight, slick heat around him is overwhelming enough, but to add friction to it is a whole other dimension to those sensations.
It's not like this is his second time, far from it, though somehow when he's tangled up so intimately with her like this it feels like some kind of first time, even if he wouldn't know how to explain it. ]
Are you ready?
[ Maybe he doesn't need to ask, when she has plenty of ways of telling him that don't involve speaking at all, but that's not really the point of asking. He likes saying it out loud, and he suspects she might like it too when those words are in low, heated tones. ]
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Stars ablaze, Poe... [ there's more she could say. she's aware of that, too. she could tell him how impossibly good it feels to have him inside her, how she can feel the heat rolling off his body as he presses against her, how every muscle in her limbs simultaneously tenses and aches for motion. she's inexperienced, yes, but some things don't require teaching or exposure — and her instincts have always been strong, her awareness of her own body exceptionally clear.
so where words fail her, rey's determined to let her body fill in the rest, to let her hands span out across the bare skin on his sides and across his back, nails dragging just enough to bulletin her greedy desire without scoring hard enough to hurt. she's eager just to touch him, to experiment in what movements feel like, what arching this way or that might do to their tenuous connection. ]
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The sensation of her fingertips skimming across his skin, and her fingernails digging in sharply enough to leave trails of warmth in their wake, does plenty for him, and he's more than eager to quell any concerns about whether she's gripping him too tight or scratching too deeply. He's blatantly encouraging her with quiet groans, pressing into her hands rather than away from them when he's not busy sinking back down to kiss her, all intensity and alternating firm, coaxing strokes of his tongue across her lips and into her mouth with sharper catches of his teeth into her lower lip.
He would be nothing but pleased if she leaves claw marks down his back, just like he'll eagerly drop down to leave sucking bruises on her neck and throat if she offers him the least bit of encouragement to do so. ]
You feel so good, Rey. [ There's no restraint in the praise that he murmurs either, when he's catching a breath or two in the perfect chaos of everything blending together. It seems like a good time to slip his hand back down between them, to offer her even more stimulation. ] Are you gonna come for me?
[ He's not trying to rush this, but he feels that familiar tension rising, and if he doesn't have the restraint to slow it down it's hard to imagine that she will. ]
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she thinks that might be all she can take. this bruising rhythm, the tight ball of heat and need that's begun to twist low between her legs, the scent of arousal and sweat and something else flooding her mind — it's all so much, but then his praise echoes in between, and despite how slick and wet she feels, there's immediate awareness of more, a rolling surge of pleasure that's only echoed by his hand as it slips between them, thumb brushing against her in easy, practiced motions. ]
I — [ she's going to, there's no denying that. if he keeps fucking her, she will come apart, but there's an urgency to it now that hadn't been there before. there's a desire to please, to hear him say those words again, that surges in her, that makes her tremble and twitch as her nails dig deep against his shoulderblades as she tries to hang on. ] Please.
[ she doesn't quite know how to verbalize what she needs, but her body communicates well enough that she trusts him to figure it out. to recognize the involuntary as reaction, as a greenlight for more. that's all she ever wants: more of everything he has. ]
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Under different circumstances it might have been a perfect time to tease her and draw this out that much longer. He could prompt her to tell him what she's begging for, despite knowing exactly what she wants. And considering how this has gone, that's something he'll bring up later, adding to a list of things that may or may not actually happen.
Later though. Right now all he wants is to give her everything she's wordlessly asking for and then some. And right now that means more. He's not afraid to give it to her either, he knows how strong she is, he doesn't need to worry about those thrusts slamming into her too hard now that she's ready for them, even if it threatens to push them right up against the headboard of the bed.
While his body moves with that almost frenzied urgency, driven by just how openly she offers herself to him, his voice, even when stuttered by shuddering, tense breaths against her skin, is still warm and coaxing. ]
That's it. [ She liked that affirmation, didn't she? He offers more of that too, his lips brushing right against her ear as he arches over her. He's getting so close himself, spurred on by every rocking thrust now, but he's not going to give in to that until she's coming apart right along with him. ] Just like that. I want to hear you.
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but she doesn't complain. the thought doesn't even cross her mind. there's nothing about this that she doesn't like, even in shades; if anything, as wants flash through her mind, poe is there to give them to her, whether with the smooth encouragement of his words or the heat of his hands against her skin. it's all she can do to keep up, panting for breath, eyes squeezing shut as her whole body tenses in place, an inadvertent attempt to keep him close as her own climax looms ever nearer. ]
Don't stop, [ she's not sure what she wants, or even what to ask for. only that she knows for sure. only that she doesn't want him to stop. not now, not ever. ]
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It feels too good to slow down now. She might not be as well-acquainted with these sensations, but he knows exactly what it means when this tension wells up inside of him like this, and it's just as well that she seems to be on the precipice herself. He just couldn't have been prepared for how this was going to feel, how much he was going to want this, so much so that coming together is just a given now rather than any conscious intention.
But he won't slow down or stop touching her, not even when he feels those first few pulses of heat that course through him and into her, a noticeable shudder running through him as he arches sharply with it. It's not exactly a blur. It's a rush, but every aspect of it, every sound and taste and flicker of sensation, stands out in impossibly sharp detail, one after the other.
It's an almost quiet moment for him, a contrast to every moment leading up to it, as he just breathes against her skin, close enough that their warmth brushes against her, sinking toward catching her mouth for another kiss. ]
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it's good that he kisses her, then. it's warm and soft and slow, just that reminder of his presence, a gentle coaxing out of starry-eyed, breathless afterglow into something more familiar — and for a while, rey's content to do exactly that. to cling to him, to kiss him, to catch her breath in small increments as her heart slams in her chest. it's good to simple be here, to be surrounded in that touch and taste and even the smell of him, mingled with both of their arousal and the crisp scent of his sheets, instead of lost in her own head and the inevitable overthinking that will follow. ]
I can still feel you, [ she murmurs a bit later, after they've adjusted, legs tangled between instead of bracketed around. ] Everywhere.
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He's presently nuzzling idly against her neck, tipping his mouth up to brush trailing kisses along her jawline. He does still intend to drag her into that very nice, very spacious shower. Eventually. ]
If we did it right, you'll still feel it tomorrow.
[ He might say it with a quiet chuckle, though it's not untrue. She's far from delicate, he's aware of that, but this is all still very new to her, and he hasn't been excessively gentle with her. Before, anyway, now that it's not so urgent he's taking advantage of the opportunity to give certain areas more thorough attention with a different sort of goal. His fingertips do seem to naturally drift upward, along the curves of her chest, which he had only a vague idea of before... all of this. ]
But I wouldn't mind reminding you.
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[ it's not a coy question, or even intended to be a flirtatious evasion; it's a simple response that asks for a genuine answer. she doesn't know. as hard as she'd come apart, with each pass of his lips against her jaw and each trail of his fingertips against her skin, an echo of that earlier need begins to build again in her belly. not quite as desperate now, not so pent-up, but it's arousal and desire all the same, not entirely sated by an admittedly rather rushed coupling. he touches her now, and she wants to feel him again, actually commit all of those sensations to memory. ]
I don't want you to stop.
[ he could, she knows, but she doesn't want him to. she can no longer smell the perfumes that had pushed her into that first embrace, but the aftershocks still linger; even as his hands skim gently over her chest, the urge to nudge him forward is there, to step past slow and sweet into something more aggressive, something that might quell the ache between her legs as she shifts against the sheets. ]
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[ The way he says it makes it sound so simple, and in a way it is. It should be, and he won't let his own worries filter into this when she deserves nothing but reassurance. They'll work the rest out later, as he keeps telling himself, for now they might be coming up for air, but they aren't done. Of course he could have been, he's rarely sated after just one round, even if it was an especially intense one, but he wouldn't have minded to linger in bed with her without any specific purpose in mind all the same. He could have been perfectly content to keep his touches light and affectionate, his breath tickling across her skin as he presses more casual kisses against it.
But she's said it in no uncertain terms, and he does understand the urge to do it again, something that goes past the gathering heat that has her shifting restlessly while his touch skims over her. The last one was no less a choice, even if they were swayed to it he never felt like it was forced, but the promise of doing it again, without any other influences nudging them, that would help drive that point home, wouldn't it?
He makes a low sound of agreement as his thumb brushes lightly across her nipple, his fingers pressing in to cup around the curve of her breast as he lowers his mouth to tease at it with his lips and tongue instead. It's only teasing long enough to ask an equally teasing question, before he settles in to suck instead. She might be impatient, but he's unabashedly enjoying himself with this. ]
What do you want me to do?
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