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

[ 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.

[ this sudden, sweet shift in him emboldens her. she rides out his climax—sinking him deep inside and pulling him close. her arms wrap around his neck; it's her turn to drop slow-but-rough kisses against his throat, his shoulder, the broad front of his chest. the hard way he says her name tightens some cord within her.

—and then his tone switches too. move, he tells her, and it's suddenly such a sweet thing to do exactly as asked. she uses her hold on him, her arms hooked around his neck and shoulders, to anchor her as she rocks faster atop his cock. she sets a greedy, impatient pace—leaning forward just far enough to direct his thrusts and chase the same place he'd hit with his fingers. ]

You're relentless.

[ she whispers, each syllable hard-fought, and it must surely be a compliment. ]

You're so good.

[ he whispers against her neck, sucking on her skin there. She's a sensory overload, he could do this to her for hours on end, watch her above him and the pace she sets, that's relentless. Steve leans back, allows her to move a little forward so she can take him in the right angle. He rolls his hips up, tries to help her get there. ]

It was never like this when it was just me.

[ once was enough but she's so close and she doesn't let his body calm down, she keeps stirring arousal every which way. ]

[ she might as well have got lava beneath her skin—considering how she feels like an eruption waiting to happen. steve peppers her with praise and it prickles along her neck, down her spine, and spreads a new golden warmth through her guts. he urges her onward—upward, downward, again and again until she's practically bouncing on him. there's a white hot heat in the musculature of her legs, aching and protesting against a movement she's never really made before. not like this; not in conjunction with so many other sensations.

but she fucks him through the mild, more-than-worthwhile discomfort. knowing that given time, given practice, this will become as fluid and natural as anything else.

her fingernails scrabble at his skin. ]

Nothing was ever like this, Steve.

[ and when she says his name she says it with such hushed reference before she's coming again. hard, visceral, and all the more wildly this time as overstimulation takes over and all she needs to do is throw herself at his chest and curl against him. ]

[ there's sweat on his back. It's as if his orgasm has unbridled her and suddenly, she's moving fast and hard, chasing her orgasm and as she comes, she makes him come, too. She becomes impossibly tight, wonderfully wet and Steve's cry of her name is almost a howl. This orgasm unwinds him, leaving him shivering beneath her. He lets his head meet the pillow and eases her against him, running his hand up and down her back.

He kisses her, short and breathless. He doesn't move yet, doesn't want out of her just yet. ]

[ they've made a half-dozen memories on his bed already. and it seems (at long last) that the tireless steve rogers might finally need a moment or two to recapture his breath. this has her grinning, nearly ear to ear, until his kiss swallows up all her mirth and she finds herself moaning softly against his lips. every kiss ignites a new fire.

how the devil did she go so long without kissing him again?

she stretches on him—nuzzling here and there until she finds exactly how she wants to lay above him, head tilted against the curve of his shoulder. she also seems to be in no rush to extract their bodies from one another. ]

How many was that? Three—all within the same bit of sport? Steve, you might've set a world record.

[ she's teasing. undoubtedly. ]

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Stop it.

[ he's laughing, ears tinged pink, suddenly embarrassed. But oh, this is almost as intoxicating. She's close and she's warm and she's stretched above it and steve doesn't plan to ever let her go. He dares to reach up and run his fingers through her hair, everything about her is so soft, it's such a contrast to how physically strong he knows she is.

fascinating. ]

We both know it's not true.

Oi.

[ despite her protest, she's all languid lines and uncharacteristic snuggles. although perhaps it's just that they've been uncharacteristic right up until now—the afterglow, where it seems all rules are shot and all bets are off.

she leans her head into his touch. ]

I don't know it's not true. Maybe I haven't witnessed much—[ a small nod to the thin sexual history she's got ]—but I've certainly never witnessed a fellow capable of...what just happened.

[ there's no distance left between them. No clothes, no anything. They're skin to skin; he can feel her heartbeats, he can feels soft skin under his fingers as he explores, moving his touch down her back, over her side, her nape. He tips her chin towards her and kisses her, deep and languid, tongue against tongue; he sucks on her bottom lip. Inside her, he's hardening again. ]

Are you tired?

[ if she were honest with him, she might admit that she feels a prickle or three of fatigue at the corners of her consciousness. a happy hollowed-out feeling, where all her expended energy has been replaced with thoughts of him.

except his kiss reignites a fuse she didn't know was still viable. more than that, the slight twitch of his cock buried inside her prompts a pleasant tightening in her stomach. it must be reiterated: he is a wonder. far, far beyond what she'd imagined. ]

I could be persuaded for another round. Possibly.

[ she splays her hand on his chest and thumbs the place where his pectoral muscle gathers in a muted, manly peak. it's not the first time she's touched him here. the first time was years ago. ]

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