[ Wash sighs, trying to sound resigned despite the fact he's still grinning. Since he absolutely doesn't believe that lie. ]
Fine. But if you're not kicking me out....
[ He's going to claim his usual side of the bed and stretch out to take care of things himself, glancing back over at her as he does. She hasn't made any effort to cover up, and he can work with a view. Let's see if she can really keep her hands to herself. ]
[ This'll be a fun game. Not anything he's done before but he's not shy around her at this point. So he sets a relaxed pace, designed so he can hold out, pretty sure she's going to cave. Maybe when he arches and sighs her name. ]
[Kyna does her best to pretend that she's totally unaffected, but she does an absolutely terrible job. She's fidgeting, and try as she might, she can't keep her eyes off of him. She keeps sneaking glances, biting her lip in a desperate attempt to distract herself. It's absolutely torturous, and when he sighs her name, the aching need for him to touch her becomes unbearable, and she breaks. Maybe later she'll call him out for toying with her like this, but for now she just lets out a frustrated breath, close to a growl, and rolls over to kiss him, needy and rough.]
[ That sound makes him think for a second he took the little game too far, but then she's kissing him instead of storming off so it's okay, right? He lets go of himself immediately, hands on her as he kisses back just as needily. Time to catch her up. ]
[Kyna apparently has other ideas, because she reaches down to wrap her fingers around him and pick up the pace where he left off. She completely failed to prove whatever stupid point she was trying to make, but she can't get herself to care.]
[ He doesn't expect that and breaks the kiss to inhale sharply, head tilting back in surprise. ]
Kyna--?
[ Like, okay, sure, he's into it. His fingers dig into her back as he debates whether or not to stop her and make this more of a mutual thing. It'd be easy enough to roll them back over, her weight on him is so light. ]
[That's a good response, and she leans in to press her lips against his pulse point, teeth scraping gently against his skin. She sounds utterly distracted when she replies.]
[ Okay, no, this is happening. She literally has him by the dick and he's a little too worked up to stop her so he's just going to hold on for the ride this time around. And prepare to be teased for the hickey when he goes home tomorrow. One hand drifts up into her hair, fingers tangling there gently. His response is breathless and a little halting. ]
[Kyna just laughs in response, and it comes out a bit strained.]
Yeah, I know.
[And then she lets go, propping herself up with one hand while the other moves to grip his hip. She trails kisses down his shoulder, across his chest, down his stomach, lingering at each scar she finds. If it feels almost agonizingly slow, that might be payback.]
[ Best payback ever, really. She may be taking her time but it's pretty clear where she's headed so he's got no objections. Never does, anymore, even though a few months ago he would've insisted on either attention for her or both of them. At this point Kyna's made it clear she wants him to take a turn sometimes.
His hand is still in her hair and he squirms a little as she kisses his stomach, muscles twitching under her lips. ]
[She enjoys making him squirm, honestly, because he always seems to be doing it to her. When she finally reaches his hips she stops, peeking up at him as she wraps her hand around him again. He's always so focused on her that she loves seeing him like this, and so she smiles up at him before she finally takes him in her mouth.]
[ Anything else he might have said is lost to a soft moan, his fingers twisting in her hair. Not pushing her head down or anything, just getting a better grip because he has to hold on to something. His other hand fists in the sheets as he struggles to keep his hips on the mattress rather than thrusting shamelessly into her mouth. She'll get there. It's just that right now the heat and softness is unbearably teasing, when he's already worked himself up this much.
Out of a need to move somehow he bends one leg up, exposing himself more to her, squirming restlessly. He's not going to beg unless he has to. ]
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When you're plotting revenge, just remember you brought this upon yourself.
[ Is he allowed back on the bed? ]
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[He can try it!]
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[ He is absolutely trying, and reaching for her again like he expects to pick up where they left off. ]
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You're the worst.
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I could hang it on the lamp so it can watch?
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Fine. But if you're not kicking me out....
[ He's going to claim his usual side of the bed and stretch out to take care of things himself, glancing back over at her as he does. She hasn't made any effort to cover up, and he can work with a view. Let's see if she can really keep her hands to herself. ]
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[She says it stubbornly, settling down beside him. She's going to last about five minutes, tops.]
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Kyna--?
[ Like, okay, sure, he's into it. His fingers dig into her back as he debates whether or not to stop her and make this more of a mutual thing. It'd be easy enough to roll them back over, her weight on him is so light. ]
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What?
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You're next, you know.
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Yeah, I know.
[And then she lets go, propping herself up with one hand while the other moves to grip his hip. She trails kisses down his shoulder, across his chest, down his stomach, lingering at each scar she finds. If it feels almost agonizingly slow, that might be payback.]
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His hand is still in her hair and he squirms a little as she kisses his stomach, muscles twitching under her lips. ]
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[ Anything else he might have said is lost to a soft moan, his fingers twisting in her hair. Not pushing her head down or anything, just getting a better grip because he has to hold on to something. His other hand fists in the sheets as he struggles to keep his hips on the mattress rather than thrusting shamelessly into her mouth. She'll get there. It's just that right now the heat and softness is unbearably teasing, when he's already worked himself up this much.
Out of a need to move somehow he bends one leg up, exposing himself more to her, squirming restlessly. He's not going to beg unless he has to. ]