[ Were it another time, another place - someplace like the Mutant Underground, where he's the leader, where people look up to him and his sleeplessness is due to having to make plans and strategies to save countless lives instead of just two - if they were in a place like this, right now, John would have stopped a long time ago.
He knows himself, he's not really a friends with benefits kind of guy. He's not really a one night stand kind of guy. He's the kind of guy that has too many feelings he can't name and can't act on because it's all less important than the big picture. He's the guy that falls in love and doesn't act on it.
It drove Marcos crazy.
But this is not where he is or what he's doing, now. He's different, here and now. He can act on it, because there are no consequences, besides John himself getting hurt. He can deal with that.
So he tilts his chin at Dorothy, and raises an eyebrow as some hairs fall off his haphazard bun, framing his face. ]
[ dorothy, meanwhile, is most definitely a friends with benefits kind of girl. it used to be all that she was willing to give - her body, yes, but never her heart because people leave and it's easier not to let herself get hurt that way, not to let them get close enough that their leaving could hurt. it's easier being the one who leaves first.
lucas had changed a lot of that, and then he'd left. he'd turned back into roan, choosing glinda over her, almost killing her -
dorothy doesn't ever want to go down that rabbit hole again, but with sleeplessness its own kind of pull, the heat and the late hour and john's nudity muddling her mind and making everything seem just a little unreal, she doesn't worry. doesn't think about tomorrow or about leaving or whatever pain the future might bring.
instead, she thinks about want and about john's lips and putting her hands on his chest, sliding them down from there. she sets her beer aside and moves across the bed on all fours, her eyes on john the entire way, anticipation leaving her breathless until she's in front of him, not touching anywhere but close enough that she can feel the heat emanating from his body, and then she's breathless because her lips are against his and she's got better things to do than breathe. like kiss him, slow and deep, a little filthy right from the start. ]
[ That's John's problem. He might be bulletproof, he might have unbreakable skin, but that's not the way with his heart. And he's always been able to protect himself, but he's never been able not to get his heart involved. Sonia used to say, that's what made him a good leader.
He doesn't feel like a good leader now, but it doesn't matter. Dorothy crawls over to him and John dry-swallows, eyes all over her until she's on him, no hesitation in her movements, all cat-like and confident.
It isn't a quick and easy kiss, to fulfill a dare. It's hot and heavy, just like the air surrounding them, slow and deep and obscene, tongues sliding against each other as John reaches up, hand framing her face, fingers tangling up in her hair. He doesn't reach out further, even though he wants to; wants to pull her to straddle his lap, chest to chest, sweat mingling.
But he's not a leader, here, and this is still a game. When the kiss breaks, their lips stick together for a moment longer, and his eyes flutter open as he brushes his nose against hers when he speaks, barely above a whisper, low and intent. ]
[ dorothy's heart isn't breakable because it is already broken - was broken once she was old enough to understand what it meant for her mother to have given her up, to have left her. em and henry are great, but they're not her real parents. (they are, in almost every way that matters, but the voice inside dorothy's head telling her there must be something wrong, she must be unloveable if even her mother could give her up - that voice has been there all her life.)
she's not looking to break john's heart or have her own broken even more. this is just fun, right? just a dare. if it's more than that, she wants to pretend that it isn't - and pretending is easy when he kisses her back like that, deep and intent, his hands framing her face. he's tall and solid and it would be so easy just to crawl into his lap and stay there until they're both first desperate and then sated.
she holds herself apart through sheer power of will, because the dare said kiss me and nothing else, because temptation makes the tension between them build even higher, leaving her stomach tight, leaving wetness surging between her legs because she wants so badly. and then the kiss breaks.
are they still playing?
dorothy almost responds i don't know, are we?, turning the question around on him. she drags in a heavy breath instead and nods. ]
I dare you to touch me. [ no truth or dare, not this time - and she's reaching for one of his hands, pulling it from her face down to one breast. not giving him much choice about the whole thing at all. ]
[ He licks his lips, pupils blown wide when Dorothy takes his hand, moving it down to her breast. There's no hesitation in how he cups his hand around it, thumb swiping at her nipple, feeling it harden.
John takes a breath, sharp and almost painful, the air hot and dusty around them. They're not playing anymore. And that's why he shifts, moves his free hand to lead Dorothy to straighten up a little with a press to her hip, just enough for him to be able to put his mouth to her other breast, kissing down along the swell of it before licking at her nipple, lips closing around it to suck lightly, his hand moving from her hip to her ass, squeezing.
[ his hand finds her breast and then a moment later, his mouth follows, lips closing around the other and dorothy doesn't try to swallow the moan that escapes her, the thrill of pleasure that shoots from her chest down to her stomach and lower.
one of her hands curls in his hair, holding his head in place against her. the other slides over his chest like she'd thought about earlier, exploring the hard muscle of his upper body. she really, really likes the way he's built. he's touching and she's touching and it's not nearly enough, so when his hand finds her ass, dorothy takes it as an excuse to finally, finally climb into his lap, pressing herself close.
of the two of them, she's the only one still wearing anything at all, but the thin material of her panties hardly feels like a barrier when she rolls her hips against his, grinding down in search of some pressure and relief, wound up tight already. ]
[ He grunts when she moves to straddle him, his body reacting with the rapid succession of events. His fingers dig into her skin, his mouth moving from one breast to the other, leaving sucking kisses along her skin, licking at the sweat just like he'd thought of earlier.
When she grinds down, John lets out another groan, his hand leaving her breast just to be able to grip onto her panties with both hand, the barely-there tug he gives enough to pull at the seams, feeling them give under his fingers. If he's got a use for his abilities here, that'd definitely be one he approves of.
He pulls the panties away from him - she can tell him off for it later, but right now he doesn't care, when he gets to feel her, wet and hot, rub against his growing erection. Another moan, and he's moving back up to kiss her again, goosebumps rising all over his skin. ]
[ the room is hot, but it doesn't compare to the heat they generate between them, the warmth of his skin against hers, the slide of her hands as she searches for purchase against his shoulders, the heat of him between her legs without any barrier between them.
maybe later she will tell him off for ripping her panties, but right now, she just lets out a breathless laugh that turns into a moan, tipping her head back and arching her back as she shifts until he's nestled between her folds, until she can rub her clit against the growing hardness.
fuck, but it feels good. ]
I dare you [ she starts after he's kissed her breathless again, voice low and rough with want. ] to get me off like this without coming.
[ He gasps out a breath, arousal burning low in his stomach, his eyes closing again as he feels Dorothy grind against him, the sensation one that he hasn't felt in so long his jaw clenches, his fingers tighten around her hip.
One thing that John Proudstar has been since joining the Marines, it's in control. It was all too easy for him to go overboard with his powers and break a hand just by shaking him, crush a spine just by going too far. And since leaving the military, he's been training every day to keep that control, even when everything was falling apart around him.
Even when his control was extremely challenged, like it was right now. He took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down, relax, looking back at Dorothy with a smile on his face. ]
Do your worst. [ His voice is strained - he is still, after all, very affected by every twitch of her hips, but he can rise to the challenge, and he will. ]
[ it's impressive, the way she can all but feel the tension bleed out of him - not where it matters, of course, not really, but that's still a lot of control.
it's kind of hot. it could be almost disappointing, if not for the proof that he's still deeply affected, that he still wants her. but that proof is there: in his voice and hard against her. so dorothy rolls her hips again and then again, losing herself in the motion and the sensation it brings, trusting john to hold her upright when she tips her head back again. it doesn't take long at all before her breath is coming in uneven gasps, the friction making pressure build at the base of her spine.
it won't take her long to come, not with how wound up she is.]
[ When she arches, he makes the most of the position to mouth at her chest again, his arm solid and unmoving around her waist, anchoring her to him as he kisses from collarbones to nipples, skin so hot it burns his lips.
her hips twitch in circles against him, her rhythm stuttering, growing harder and faster as her noises build - they're far from rivaling that other couple from earlier, but John can only hear her now, his ears filled with her breathless gasps and his hands filled with her curves. There is nothing else right now but Dorothy, grinding against him, making his cock twitch with how much he wants to be inside her, precome leaking as he still keeps himself in check.
He's not one to back down to a challenge, after all. ]
[ dorothy loses track of time. maybe it's just a minute later or maybe it's a lifetime that the tension becomes unbearable, his lips hot against her skin and his hands firm against her, holding her up. she doesn't know how long it's been, doesn't care. all she cares about is the building pressure at the back of her spine, grinding down faster and harder against john's cock, whatever composure she may have had left gone —
and then it breaks and she's shuddering above him, muscles trembling and her core clenching as she comes and comes, pressing herself close and stifling a moan against his neck, back curled and her hair falling into her face, a curtain around them. ]
[ He bites into her collarbone when she comes, the feeling almost too much for him to bear his hands pressing her to him with more strength than strictly necessary. He groans, his mind spinning already.
He brushes some hair off of her face, gentler than the way they're moving against each other, just to look at her, features slack in pleasure. He commits the image to memory.
He barely hesitates then to flip them over, lifting Dorothy a few inches as he turns around, dropping her on top of her bed, his smile almost predatory when he hovers above her, wasting no time to guide himself into her, wet and still quivering. ]
[ for a moment, dorothy wonders whether his grip will leave bruises. she almost wants it to; the thought reckless and maybe a little unhealthy, but then, dorothy's often been both of those things and these days, she feels more out of control than anything else. she drags in a heavy breath and then another, eyes closed and sweat on her skin, tipping her head into his touch — and then she flips them over, hovering above her for just a moment before he's pushing into her, filling her entirely.
instinctively, her body clenches around him, aftershocks making the sensation more intense. dorothy doesn't scream, but her head tips back, breath punched from her lungs so that no sound comes out. her hands scramble over his shoulders, digging into the muscle there, pulling him closer as she winds her legs around his waist, taking him deeper, pulling him in.
[ He could easily leave bruises, if he wasn't the kind of guy for whom control was everything. He could dig his fingers in until she was marked up with the shape of them, until she ached with it. He could , he could - but he would never want to. For a soldier, a fighter like he is, he doesn't seek pain as punishment or vengeance or pleasure - violence is means to an end, and never his first choice.
No, he doesn't press into her hips hard enough to bruise. But he does thrust up into her hard, moving back slowly, like building it up, every roll forward of his hips snapping into hers, the bed moving forward with them, creaking under their bodies as she digs her heels into the small of his back, as he clenches his jaw, his face buried in the crook of her neck, sweat mingling over the both of them. ]
[ dorothy doesn't get off on pain, but she thinks she'd like the reminder, in the morning — but he pushes into her hard, with controlled intensity, and maybe she'll feel a different reminder in the morning. in the end, it doesn't matter: what matters is how his back curves, his face buried against her neck, how he moves above and inside her.
her breath is ragged, dragging in air in quick bursts. it feels like there isn't enough of it in the room, all heat and tension rising again until her field of vision and all her senses are filled by john. god, but she wants to see him lose some of that control. wants him to fuck into her with as much desperation as she feels, even now with one orgasm under her belt, when she should be sated. more sated, at least, than she is. ]
[ He is hardly as controlled as he tends to be under usual circumstances, grunting with every thrust and his muscles rippling under his skin when he pushes back, holding himself above Dorothy. His eyes travel all over her face, taking in the flush in her cheeks and the speed of her breathing, matching his own.
He picks up speed, letting the sensations take over some more, trusting himself to always maintain enough hold on himself not to hurt her. The air is filled with wet breaths and obscene noises, sounds that have grown almost foreign to John, and they catch on the back of his throat, hotter than it has any right to be, shooting electricity up along his spine, making him move faster, groan louder, carefully held together control fraying at the edges. ]
[ there's something intoxicating about seeing him lose control — not entirely, but even just the way it frays, the groans and snap of his hips, faster and desperate, demanding, it gets to dorothy in a way beyond the physical enjoyment of their bodies moving together, the pressure of his stomach against her clit every time he buries himself hilt deep inside her, the way he fills her out.
she thinks she's talking, inconsequential words, c'mon and god and john's name, but she's barely aware of it. it's just noise, sounds, ragged and needy, her head tipping back, baring her throat, his body hot above her, inside her, taking up all her senses.
she clenches around him while lifting her hips, rising up to meet him, and then she does it again and again, moaning with it. she's close again already, the tension at the base of her spine almost unbearable and not nearly enough. ]
[ His eyes fall closed as he leans in, forearm laid flat by the side of her head as he presses closer, hips rolling hard into hers, meeting her movements without missing a beat, sweat running down his spine, along his temple. He sucks a kiss into the delicate skin of her neck, his free hand moving to the small of her back, holding her hips up against him, the angle changing in the most delicious, tortuous way.
John fucks Dorothy slow and hard, pushing through the sticky air around them, past the sensation of breathing fire every time he inhales, his body sliding against hers with obscene noises and groans from both of them. John's growing louder, every time she squeezes her muscles around him, every time she shifts her hips, every time she claws at his skin like she's trying her very best to break through.
It would be too much, if it wasn't just what he's been craving for, for days. Since they took off together. ]
[ dorothy wants him to let go; she wants to see him lose it, watch him shake through it — but he outlasts her, fucking into her slowly, steadily, hard enough to push her up the bed again and again, hard enough that she has no defence, no ability to hold on to her own sanity to watch him lose his.
she clenches around him again, deliberately, and the next time is involuntary because she's coming again, back arching and legs holding him inside her, clamping around his body. somehow, this second orgasm manages to be more intense than the last. ]
John — [ just his name, barely recognisable as such. ]
[ His breath turn ragged as Dorothy clenches around him, so tight he stops moving for a second, before slamming back into her, harder even than before, his nerves giving up and in, skin on fire as he fucks into her in earnest, fucking her through her orgasm.
He keeps going, grunting loudly with every thrust now, his fingers tearing at the sheets around her head, pleasure pooling at the base of his spine, shooting fireworks up all along his back and to his brain. His rhythm turn erratic, as wild as the beat of his heart, and he leans in again, sucking kisses into the delicate skin of her neck, bruising.
If he wanted, he could last longer. If he wanted, he could rein himself in. But it's not what he wants, and it's pretty obvous that it isn't what Dorothy wants either, and so he doesn't. He lets go, thrust after thrust, harder than he usually would try to go, toeing a knife's edge before he lets go, choking on his breaths as he comes. ]
[ he keeps fucking her and dorothy doesn't manage to catch her breath, doesn't manage to stay or grow more quiet because every thrust drags another moan from her, prolonging her pleasure until it becomes close to too much, almost unbearable in a way that's utterly perfect, her fingers digging tight into his back.
she wanted to see him come, but she barely manages to keep her eyes open when he does, attention pulled from him by her own pleasure, the sensory overload he's provoking.
still, she catches his expression. feels him stilling inside her a split second before his cock jerks and he spills. ]
[ It takes him a while to come down, riding the rush of orgasm, buried deep inside Dorothy, mind spinning, breathing difficult. He shivers, moans, and pulls back only after a while, rolling over to his back next to Dorothy, the sheets sticking to his sweaty skin.
He stares at the ceiling, allowing himself some time for his breathing to return to normal. Without thought, he drops a hand to Dorothy's thigh, thumb moving back and forth over her skin after he pulls it a little closer, curving over his own legs. ]
[ she shivers a little, too, having swallowed a noise of protest when he's rolled onto his back, at the loss of contact. she's not the kind of girl who wants or needs cuddles after sex. she's not. she's the kind of girl who'd just as soon grab her clothes and get out.
except she's feeling too sated and warm to move right now and his hand on her thigh is heavy and really, she doesn't feel like dislodging it. she'll get up eventually. for now, she tips her head to the side until it hits john's upper arm. ]
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Date: 2018-01-21 09:41 am (UTC)He knows himself, he's not really a friends with benefits kind of guy. He's not really a one night stand kind of guy. He's the kind of guy that has too many feelings he can't name and can't act on because it's all less important than the big picture. He's the guy that falls in love and doesn't act on it.
It drove Marcos crazy.
But this is not where he is or what he's doing, now. He's different, here and now. He can act on it, because there are no consequences, besides John himself getting hurt. He can deal with that.
So he tilts his chin at Dorothy, and raises an eyebrow as some hairs fall off his haphazard bun, framing his face. ]
Kiss me.
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Date: 2018-01-21 09:47 am (UTC)lucas had changed a lot of that, and then he'd left. he'd turned back into roan, choosing glinda over her, almost killing her -
dorothy doesn't ever want to go down that rabbit hole again, but with sleeplessness its own kind of pull, the heat and the late hour and john's nudity muddling her mind and making everything seem just a little unreal, she doesn't worry. doesn't think about tomorrow or about leaving or whatever pain the future might bring.
instead, she thinks about want and about john's lips and putting her hands on his chest, sliding them down from there. she sets her beer aside and moves across the bed on all fours, her eyes on john the entire way, anticipation leaving her breathless until she's in front of him, not touching anywhere but close enough that she can feel the heat emanating from his body, and then she's breathless because her lips are against his and she's got better things to do than breathe. like kiss him, slow and deep, a little filthy right from the start. ]
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Date: 2018-01-21 10:24 am (UTC)He doesn't feel like a good leader now, but it doesn't matter. Dorothy crawls over to him and John dry-swallows, eyes all over her until she's on him, no hesitation in her movements, all cat-like and confident.
It isn't a quick and easy kiss, to fulfill a dare. It's hot and heavy, just like the air surrounding them, slow and deep and obscene, tongues sliding against each other as John reaches up, hand framing her face, fingers tangling up in her hair. He doesn't reach out further, even though he wants to; wants to pull her to straddle his lap, chest to chest, sweat mingling.
But he's not a leader, here, and this is still a game. When the kiss breaks, their lips stick together for a moment longer, and his eyes flutter open as he brushes his nose against hers when he speaks, barely above a whisper, low and intent. ]
Are we still playing?
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Date: 2018-01-21 10:34 am (UTC)she's not looking to break john's heart or have her own broken even more. this is just fun, right? just a dare. if it's more than that, she wants to pretend that it isn't - and pretending is easy when he kisses her back like that, deep and intent, his hands framing her face. he's tall and solid and it would be so easy just to crawl into his lap and stay there until they're both first desperate and then sated.
she holds herself apart through sheer power of will, because the dare said kiss me and nothing else, because temptation makes the tension between them build even higher, leaving her stomach tight, leaving wetness surging between her legs because she wants so badly. and then the kiss breaks.
are they still playing?
dorothy almost responds i don't know, are we?, turning the question around on him. she drags in a heavy breath instead and nods. ]
I dare you to touch me. [ no truth or dare, not this time - and she's reaching for one of his hands, pulling it from her face down to one breast. not giving him much choice about the whole thing at all. ]
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Date: 2018-01-21 11:27 am (UTC)John takes a breath, sharp and almost painful, the air hot and dusty around them. They're not playing anymore. And that's why he shifts, moves his free hand to lead Dorothy to straighten up a little with a press to her hip, just enough for him to be able to put his mouth to her other breast, kissing down along the swell of it before licking at her nipple, lips closing around it to suck lightly, his hand moving from her hip to her ass, squeezing.
She wants him to touch? He'll touch. ]
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Date: 2018-01-21 11:34 am (UTC)one of her hands curls in his hair, holding his head in place against her. the other slides over his chest like she'd thought about earlier, exploring the hard muscle of his upper body. she really, really likes the way he's built. he's touching and she's touching and it's not nearly enough, so when his hand finds her ass, dorothy takes it as an excuse to finally, finally climb into his lap, pressing herself close.
of the two of them, she's the only one still wearing anything at all, but the thin material of her panties hardly feels like a barrier when she rolls her hips against his, grinding down in search of some pressure and relief, wound up tight already. ]
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Date: 2018-01-21 12:02 pm (UTC)When she grinds down, John lets out another groan, his hand leaving her breast just to be able to grip onto her panties with both hand, the barely-there tug he gives enough to pull at the seams, feeling them give under his fingers. If he's got a use for his abilities here, that'd definitely be one he approves of.
He pulls the panties away from him - she can tell him off for it later, but right now he doesn't care, when he gets to feel her, wet and hot, rub against his growing erection. Another moan, and he's moving back up to kiss her again, goosebumps rising all over his skin. ]
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Date: 2018-01-21 01:17 pm (UTC)maybe later she will tell him off for ripping her panties, but right now, she just lets out a breathless laugh that turns into a moan, tipping her head back and arching her back as she shifts until he's nestled between her folds, until she can rub her clit against the growing hardness.
fuck, but it feels good. ]
I dare you [ she starts after he's kissed her breathless again, voice low and rough with want. ] to get me off like this without coming.
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Date: 2018-01-21 06:00 pm (UTC)One thing that John Proudstar has been since joining the Marines, it's in control. It was all too easy for him to go overboard with his powers and break a hand just by shaking him, crush a spine just by going too far. And since leaving the military, he's been training every day to keep that control, even when everything was falling apart around him.
Even when his control was extremely challenged, like it was right now. He took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down, relax, looking back at Dorothy with a smile on his face. ]
Do your worst. [ His voice is strained - he is still, after all, very affected by every twitch of her hips, but he can rise to the challenge, and he will. ]
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Date: 2018-01-21 06:14 pm (UTC)it's kind of hot. it could be almost disappointing, if not for the proof that he's still deeply affected, that he still wants her. but that proof is there: in his voice and hard against her. so dorothy rolls her hips again and then again, losing herself in the motion and the sensation it brings, trusting john to hold her upright when she tips her head back again. it doesn't take long at all before her breath is coming in uneven gasps, the friction making pressure build at the base of her spine.
it won't take her long to come, not with how wound up she is.]
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Date: 2018-01-22 02:23 pm (UTC)her hips twitch in circles against him, her rhythm stuttering, growing harder and faster as her noises build - they're far from rivaling that other couple from earlier, but John can only hear her now, his ears filled with her breathless gasps and his hands filled with her curves. There is nothing else right now but Dorothy, grinding against him, making his cock twitch with how much he wants to be inside her, precome leaking as he still keeps himself in check.
He's not one to back down to a challenge, after all. ]
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Date: 2018-01-22 06:59 pm (UTC)and then it breaks and she's shuddering above him, muscles trembling and her core clenching as she comes and comes, pressing herself close and stifling a moan against his neck, back curled and her hair falling into her face, a curtain around them. ]
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Date: 2018-01-23 11:03 am (UTC)He brushes some hair off of her face, gentler than the way they're moving against each other, just to look at her, features slack in pleasure. He commits the image to memory.
He barely hesitates then to flip them over, lifting Dorothy a few inches as he turns around, dropping her on top of her bed, his smile almost predatory when he hovers above her, wasting no time to guide himself into her, wet and still quivering. ]
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Date: 2018-01-27 11:27 am (UTC)instinctively, her body clenches around him, aftershocks making the sensation more intense. dorothy doesn't scream, but her head tips back, breath punched from her lungs so that no sound comes out. her hands scramble over his shoulders, digging into the muscle there, pulling him closer as she winds her legs around his waist, taking him deeper, pulling him in.
fuck, but he feels good. ]
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Date: 2018-01-29 02:39 pm (UTC)No, he doesn't press into her hips hard enough to bruise. But he does thrust up into her hard, moving back slowly, like building it up, every roll forward of his hips snapping into hers, the bed moving forward with them, creaking under their bodies as she digs her heels into the small of his back, as he clenches his jaw, his face buried in the crook of her neck, sweat mingling over the both of them. ]
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Date: 2018-01-29 08:45 pm (UTC)her breath is ragged, dragging in air in quick bursts. it feels like there isn't enough of it in the room, all heat and tension rising again until her field of vision and all her senses are filled by john. god, but she wants to see him lose some of that control. wants him to fuck into her with as much desperation as she feels, even now with one orgasm under her belt, when she should be sated. more sated, at least, than she is. ]
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Date: 2018-01-31 09:17 am (UTC)He picks up speed, letting the sensations take over some more, trusting himself to always maintain enough hold on himself not to hurt her. The air is filled with wet breaths and obscene noises, sounds that have grown almost foreign to John, and they catch on the back of his throat, hotter than it has any right to be, shooting electricity up along his spine, making him move faster, groan louder, carefully held together control fraying at the edges. ]
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Date: 2018-02-01 07:53 pm (UTC)she thinks she's talking, inconsequential words, c'mon and god and john's name, but she's barely aware of it. it's just noise, sounds, ragged and needy, her head tipping back, baring her throat, his body hot above her, inside her, taking up all her senses.
she clenches around him while lifting her hips, rising up to meet him, and then she does it again and again, moaning with it. she's close again already, the tension at the base of her spine almost unbearable and not nearly enough. ]
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Date: 2018-02-05 10:37 am (UTC)John fucks Dorothy slow and hard, pushing through the sticky air around them, past the sensation of breathing fire every time he inhales, his body sliding against hers with obscene noises and groans from both of them. John's growing louder, every time she squeezes her muscles around him, every time she shifts her hips, every time she claws at his skin like she's trying her very best to break through.
It would be too much, if it wasn't just what he's been craving for, for days. Since they took off together. ]
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Date: 2018-02-10 02:55 pm (UTC)she clenches around him again, deliberately, and the next time is involuntary because she's coming again, back arching and legs holding him inside her, clamping around his body. somehow, this second orgasm manages to be more intense than the last. ]
John — [ just his name, barely recognisable as such. ]
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Date: 2018-02-12 02:39 pm (UTC)He keeps going, grunting loudly with every thrust now, his fingers tearing at the sheets around her head, pleasure pooling at the base of his spine, shooting fireworks up all along his back and to his brain. His rhythm turn erratic, as wild as the beat of his heart, and he leans in again, sucking kisses into the delicate skin of her neck, bruising.
If he wanted, he could last longer. If he wanted, he could rein himself in. But it's not what he wants, and it's pretty obvous that it isn't what Dorothy wants either, and so he doesn't. He lets go, thrust after thrust, harder than he usually would try to go, toeing a knife's edge before he lets go, choking on his breaths as he comes. ]
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Date: 2018-02-12 08:22 pm (UTC)she wanted to see him come, but she barely manages to keep her eyes open when he does, attention pulled from him by her own pleasure, the sensory overload he's provoking.
still, she catches his expression. feels him stilling inside her a split second before his cock jerks and he spills. ]
Fuck.
[ that's hot. ]
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Date: 2018-02-14 09:49 am (UTC)He stares at the ceiling, allowing himself some time for his breathing to return to normal. Without thought, he drops a hand to Dorothy's thigh, thumb moving back and forth over her skin after he pulls it a little closer, curving over his own legs. ]
All right?
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Date: 2018-03-12 09:52 pm (UTC)[ she shivers a little, too, having swallowed a noise of protest when he's rolled onto his back, at the loss of contact. she's not the kind of girl who wants or needs cuddles after sex. she's not. she's the kind of girl who'd just as soon grab her clothes and get out.
except she's feeling too sated and warm to move right now and his hand on her thigh is heavy and really, she doesn't feel like dislodging it. she'll get up eventually. for now, she tips her head to the side until it hits john's upper arm. ]