encompass | ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴘᴏsᴛ 2019-2020 ( ɢᴇɴ + sᴍᴜᴛ )

[ Some men made sex sound impersonal, all about getting and taking. Steve finds it amazingly different. It's all personal, all intimate. This warm embrace, the way she reaches between them to touch him, it's familiar, it feels right. He's achingly hard and the one stroke makes him shudder and hiss. ]

Oh.

[ well that is an interesting lesson. ]

[ she stays near—legs tangled, her knee nudged up between his thighs and introducing a slight pressure just beneath his shaft, his balls. and peggy betrays a note of satisfaction in her smile when she hears him hiss.

—it's proof enough that however much gratification he'd received witnessing her delight, she's likely to receive at least as much in return. ]

Of course. [ she practically purrs. bliss has made her warm and soft and tractable. ] There's also plenty I'd like to learn.

Yeah?

[ he nudges his hips, seeking more of her palm, of her knee, more friction, more of everything. He drops a hand to her breast, cups it with a growing sense of familiarity. ]

Like what?

[ he grinds against her knee, that very angle is heavenly, it applies pressure in a way steve hasn't dreamed of, at a sensitive spot below his cock. ]

[ her pace stays steady—and he mightn't ever guess that she's only got the barest bit more experience than he does, given how she acts like the world is hers and that world begins and ends with the breadth of his shoulders. the angles of his body. ]

Like how long I could ride you before you pop.

[ she makes no effort to hide her intentions. an hour ago she might have been more coy, but there's no reason to beat around the bushes now. ]

Not long.

[ he confesses. There's no point denying it. He leaves traces of precum on her palm, he's awfully close and her words make him twitch and growl, reaching behind him towards the drawer. ]

But I don't care, Peg. I want-

[ he fumbles blindly, knocking things aside. ]

[ and so it becomes something of a race. her grip works him over with a bit more energy, a bit more intention—as though she might well and fully distract him from his attempt to reach for the drawer, or otherwise lose a bedside lamp in the process. ]

There's nothing wrong with not long. I'd make an educated guess that it wouldn't be the last ride of the evening. Hypothetically speaking.

[ she splays a hand against his waist. highish, on his side, steadying them both as she twists her grip on his cock—made newly, slightly slick with a smear of precum. ]

[ he knocks over a few things, books and pencils, papers and pens. they all stumble down to the floor as he tries to reach the box at the back of the drawer. It's all futile, however, she twists her hand and he turns from the bedside table back to her, eyes wide. He forgets, for a moment, why the mess was created to begin with. His arches his hips; sharp, little movements against her palm. ]

I think it's more than an educated guess.

[ by now, it seems to be a solid truth. ]

It'll always be an educated guess.

[ she nearly hisses—evidently revelling in how much distraction she can cause, harder hooking her leg around his knee and dragging their bodies together. peggy leans in for a brief kiss as her palm continues to tug and glide. ]

Until I get all the proof I need to know otherwise.

[ She makes it sound like a wonderful, wonderful test, a way to prove a theory that Steve dares to assume has shaped itself long before this morning, long before last night. Her words are not obviously alluring in their nature but something in the way she phrases her intentions, combined with her strokes, makes him sigh her name, the sound is both deep and breathless.

She gives a kiss, he takes another, he keeps her close, licking his way back into her mouth, letting keen moans and gasps get lost between them. He can feel his muscles tensing, he's close. ]

Please.

[ it's easy to ask her, far easier than he thought it would be. ]

[ and, just like that, the dynamic shifts in full. her opposite hand eases him onto his back and she takes up a prime position straddling his thighs. peggy sits just low enough so she can still fulfill long, loving strokes. otherwise, she holds him by his hip.

bare and above him, she pauses just long enough to lave her tongue across her palm. to taste his precum and, more importantly, make her hand slick and wet and warm so that when she resumes her task she does so by transporting that same slickness to him. ]

Please what?

[ she asks, restraining the pace of her hand on his cock until she gets a satisfactory answer. ]

[ his mouth is dry. She shifts and moves until she's right above him; confident and commanding, she looks like she belongs there, like she has all along and now she's only claiming her rightful place. He tries to reach for her, fingers tracing along the arm that's currently holding him down. Her touch turns wetter, steve's pulse is racing, he can hear it thundering in his ears.

And then her touch slows down, keeping him on the edge, right before the dive but with no final nudge, not until he answers her question. He's so close that he doesn't even shy away from a straightforward answer. ]

Make me come and then we can see about those rubbers.

Yes, sir.

[ despite the words themselves, there's very little obedience in how she handles him. it's all control and adoration. peggy inches higher, nearer, so that when she pulls her palm up his length, the head of his cock smacks with momentum on the curve of her stomach. he wants to come—and she'll allow it—but she's directing him to spill over her skin when he does.

the pace picks up. peggy learns quick—paying close attention to when his body tenses, to when his breath hitches. at the apex, she focuses her efforts just below the head, offering hard quick jerks like she's keen to drag his pleasure out of him. ]

[ it's an onslaught of pleasure. He rubs up, against her hands, against her stomach. He watches her as she watches him and the combination of it all makes him groan and twist below her, he reaches for her hips in need of something to hold onto.

At the peak of his pleasure, his touch tightens on her hips, he leaves faint marks behind. He tenses the arches towards her; a choked cry of her name is followed by a series of soft moans. And he's still hard, still ready for her. body buzzing with happy energy and arousal, he moves one hand from her hip to finally pick a rubber and hand it to her. ]

[ she enjoys every last inch of it—the way he bucks beneath her, leaving her to unsteadily ride his thighs; the way he spills; the way he says her name; the way his fingers dig into her hips and promise to leave lovely little bruises to remember him by tomorrow.

—and he hardly so much as softens. peggy breathes a brief remarkable as she takes and tears the corner off a condom wrapped. half-clumsily (it's not as though she's done this often), she rolls it down his cock and gives him an encouraging squeeze. ]

...We could take a moment. If you need one.

[ he doesn't feel like he needs one but...well, perhaps she's just curious. ]

No, God.

[ he almost laughs at the concept. She's right there within his reach, marked by his come and little marks on her hips and she's offering him a moment, of all things. He tugs her closer, moves both hands up her sides. ]

Peggy, come on. I want you.

[ the orgasm, good and delicious, has left him sensitive but hardly satisfied. It's difficult to tell just what will. Her taking him properly might just do the trick. ]

[ he turns eager and pleading. it's a sound she realizes she likes—the way he asks for her and wants her. and it's no difficult thing to sidle higher on his hips, to take his wrapped cock in hand, to guide him inside.

just a little, at first. an inch—as she swears soft beneath her breath, adjusting to the girth of him. and then it's all her steam: lowering herself, tilting her hips to take him in, accommodating him. ]

Good God, Steve... [ she starts but then trails off, making a few exploratory pumps from above him. ]

[ he's thought about this, dreamed about this. This was the subject of every fantasy he's had since he met her, it kept him warm on cold, lonely nights and it was always on his mind in the few moments he's had to touch himself and still he wasn't prepared. She's wet and she's warm and she's tight and Steve breathes his name and sits up to kiss her, to tangle one hand in her hand and drop the other to her hip. He doesn't move her, he does keep her in place as instinct takes over and he meets her half way, thrusting up when she lowers herself towards him. ]

Yeah.

[ he nods, smiling against her lips. it's so good. ]

[ she ought to have been prepared for this. a couple of orgasms in, and after having felt him heavy and full in her palm, she should have recognized how big he would feel inside her. filling her; pressing back against her walls. her next sound is almost a mewl, delighted and lost to this brand new sensation.

it's all the more overwhelming as he pushes upward—suddenly bottoming him out inside, burying him to his hilt, and their kiss turns sharp as she bites down on his bottom lip.

panting, cheek-to-cheek, she whispers: ] It's a miracle you even fit.

[ peggy mightn't have ordinarily spoken so explicitly on her thought process but, good god, he'd loosened a damn few of her inhibitions already today. ]

That's one hell of a way to say it.

[ fits, she says and he puffs a happy chuckle against her lips. The fit is tight and overwhelmingly good. They find a slow, exploratory rhythm but slow does a lot, it's deep, too and it makes every sensation register clearly, her warmth, the way she clenches when they find the right angle. He kisses the corner of her mouth, her cheek, a spot right below her ear. ]

I love you.

[ it's such a terribly easy confession to make. ]

[ he makes his confession and peggy stills—although he's still inside her, still making her feel as though she's brimming over with him. their careful rhythm loses a beat. she reaches for his side, just below his ribs, and steadies herself.

it's not a surprise. they would never have made it thus far if they didn't love one another—that's just the way they both are together. but the sound rings wonderful in her ears. ]

I know. [ she answers. and then, suddenly thinking better of it, adds: ] And I know I love you too.

[ everything stops, for a moment. She stills and so does Steve, in tune with her without even realizing it. This is right, he thinks, this i what it should have been, if it weren't for the crash and the ice. She shifts and he does too, moving a hand from her hips over her lower back, embracing her against his chest as he moves again, slow and deep. ]

I'm not hurting you?

[ he can feel the tight fit, though he imagines she feels it even more profoundly. ]

N-no.

[ she stammers her answer—still a little upended by his admission and how easily, happily, readily she repaid it in kind. she loves him. the feeling had crystalized the moment she lost him and had flushed back into her body the moment he was recovered.

it's not that there isn't an ache. there is one, certainly, but it's sweet and enjoyable and so thoroughly enmeshed with her pleasure. she regains her stability and meets his slow, even movements. ]

Quite the opposite.

[ little by little, they find their pace again. steve watches her, he caresses her back with one palm and keeps the other firmly on her backside, steadying her against him. It's achingly good - it's not fast, it's not erratic but it's enough to make it harder to breath. Steve bends his head, kisses her shoulder. ]

You know, I could stay like this for hours.

[ inside her, surrounded by her warmth. ]

[ it's all quite different to the frenetic neediness that had accompanied their escapades until now. it's measured and easy and (of course) that doesn't make it any less exciting. his hands travel her back, cup her curves, and his stability emboldens her to reclaim her half of the pace. her muscles engage; her legs, her hips, her core flexes just enough to raise her up and drop her down and never let him slip out in the process. ]

Don't tempt me.

[ she warns him—suggesting that she may very well want to stay locked with him for hours on end. ]

Jesus Peg.

[ something snaps on the fourth or fifth pump. She rises and he pushes up as she lowers her hip and without warning, without a shiver or a telling groan, it's enough to make him shudder and clutch her and growl her name as he comes. He hasn't felt this orgasm coming, but as much as it has sneaked up on him, as good as it was, he doesn't relent, doesn't soften. He nudges her hips, just a little faster. ]

Go on. Move.

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