Open RP: Smutty nonsense

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[totallytrustworthy]

"I'll take that as a no, then." murmured off against his skin, low and deliberate and with more teeth than necessary to form words. But she doesn't ease off (does she ever, really?) just keeps the pressure on with that aggressively choking hold, rolls the tug of her wrist in time with how she barely cants her hips.

[chartom]

He is impossibly hard, harder than he's ever been and twitching with tension in her grip. Both hands are on her hips again, searching for a handhold he'll never find as long as she keeps at him like this. But it can't last, because she will have a mess--literally--on hers in a moment...he's so close.

[totallytrustworthy]

He is, and she can feel it. A slow swell under the curve of her hand that inspired her to add a dose of haste to the mix, despite the start of a cramp in the muscles of her upper arm. Her brows knit at the sight of him like that: completely prone beneath her, breath slipping out through gritted teeth.

It feels good. And she's not even getting off yet.

[chartom]

And it's the last thing a rational Talbot would want out of this encounter: to be manhandled and humiliated by a new recruit. To embarrass himself by losing control and bathing her hand and their clothes in a tangible physical reminder of the fact.

But he isn't rational. His world is his cock in her hand, and he presses into that warm, aching sensation until a liquid rush releases from somewhere low in his belly and a heavy blanket of warmth consumes his senses.

He is hardly aware of his hips thrusting against Frazer, or the choked cry leaving his throat, or even the sticky outpouring from his throbbing cock as he comes.

[totallytrustworthy]

Well it's about as much as she expected. He's young, inexperienced-- honestly if the poor sod gets himself off at all she'd be completely surprised.

"Better?"Chloe asks, leaning back far enough to drag her palm down the front of his waistcoat. What part of it isn't already soaked right through.

[chartom]

If he could see straight, he might have some choice words for her about the mess. But coming down off the high of release, he doesn't care--he doesn't even notice.

When he's able to focus his eyes again, Talbot meets Frazer's gaze. He would glare at her if he could, but a lingering satisfaction that reaches deep as his bones blunts his expression.

"We shouldn't have done that," he says quietly.

[totallytrustworthy]

"Doesn't look like you regret it." Much, anyway, though most of it she can attribute to the slack in his muscles. Even the line of his jaw's gone soft enough that when she presses her fingers to it-- tilts it up just a touch farther-- he's soft and malleable in the palm of her hand.

"Care to try again?"

[chartom]

Talbot flinches from the touch, though only just. There isn't a tense muscle in his body; resisting is like trying to swim upstream, so he lets go.

He shakes his head numbly, but to his surprise certain spent portions of his anatomy react to her suggestion, his half-hard cock twitching against the inside of his thigh. In a way, he's grateful. He doesn't want to say the words, but he wants more. He wants it desperately.

[totallytrustworthy]

"No?" She asks; cruel only from the obvious fact that he wants to go once more. Frazer slides back, straightens the fabric of her shirt from where it's been tangled. "Suit yourself, then."

[chartom]

It's cruel, yes, but it's also a blessing. Talbot doesn't realize he's been holding his breath until he exhales in Frazer's sudden absence--or near absence, compared with the searing heat of her body riding over his not a moment before.

"What's in it for you?" It isn't a yes or a no, it's a question.

[totallytrustworthy]

"Well I should hope that once you get a bit more used to this, I'll be getting one hell of a lot more out of this than a three minute hand job." There's no hiding how sharp her grin is when she says it; the comment's shameless, and so is she.

[chartom]

"Then you expect to do this again." He's recovered enough to sound doubtful as he works, clumsily but quickly, at putting himself back in order. Because although he is desperate to feel her hand on him again, he knows he can't allow it.