ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴘᴏsᴛ 2019-2020 ( ɢᴇɴ + sᴍᴜᴛ )

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[uprightness]

[ he nearly slips and loses balance twice. Once, when her wet kisses almost turn into a bite and the sharp sensation is amazing, it's incredible, he tightens his hold of her and tries to keep still. But then she touches him, swift and teasing and Steve stills his fingers inside her and breathes her name, beckoned by swearing and then - her name again. ]

Jesus, Peg.

[ he's never imagined so little will amount to feeling so much. ]

[mucked]

[ it's all so very gratifying. her slow, tentative stroke allows her to take his stock: the length, the girth, the way he twitches in her hand with the occasional responsive throb. peggy wraps her fingers around steve's cock and uses her thumb pad to trace slow, light circles on his head.

except his fingers fall stationary. her body raises just a little, seeking out movement, and when she speaks it's less like an order and more like a plea. ]

...Don't stop.

[uprightness]

Right.

[ he has stopped, hasn't he? But her fingers are doing such wondrous things to him, when her thumb braces just there, his knees feel a little weak. He remembers, after a moment, to move his fingers again, just a little quicker, just to make her muscle tighten just a bit. It all felt more than a little delicious a few moments ago. ]

Then you go faster.

[ Quid pro quo ]

[mucked]

[ faster, he says. it sounds like a request and a challenge rolled into one. and it sounds damnably sweet when said in conjunction with the way his fingers resume. just enough, just enough, but oh she wants more.

with a longing-filled sigh, she eases off the desk's edge and (by some miracle) finds her feet. her bare toes curl against the wooden floor. her body squirms in place, adjusting against his fingers still as she stands—unwilling to lose his touch buried in her cunt.

even so, she risks it while she walks him back against the bedroom wall. once she has him pressed against the panelling, she does as asked. she jerks him quicker, firmer, a little more spirited. she leans her forearm against his chest just to keep herself steady. ]

I'll give you faster, alright.

[uprightness]

[ she's fierce; God, is she ever. She measures him without trouble, leaves him shivering and groaning once his back meets the wall. She's not gentle. Steve had tried not to think of her in that manner - and though he failed miserably, nothing he's fantasised prepared him to this - to her taking what she wants.

He remembers to finger her properly, deep and fast but maintaining a pace is troublesome when every second stroke has him arching his hips, when her hand is moist with precum. ]

God damn, Peg.

[mucked]

[ it's a messy, clumsy moment. each of them toy and tease and feel the toil in the delicate muscles of their wrists—her more than him, perhaps, given how the serum must work on even the smallest scale. peggy stands just off-centre from his body, tugging still.

her arm bars across his chest, pretending like she could pin him there for good. and why not? a bit of imagination can go a long, long way.

as she strokes him, she confesses: ] You're bigger than I thought you'd be.

[ and she'd already expected big. ]

[uprightness]

[ he can hear his heart thumping in his ears. It's the quick movements of her hand, slick and warm around his cock and the confession she easily makes and she holds him back, the way she commands the moment - it makes steve adore her, makes him putty in her hands. He shivers, he sighs, he knows he's getting close. Still, he has to ask, he has to know - ]

You thought about this??

[ he has, of course. and he has assumed she has thought about him but he has never dared to imagine she'd imagine this. ]