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You love my smart ass. [And she is feeling incredibly smug about it, and happy enough to tease him even when he's (semi-)controlling the vibrator inside her. And fond enough to kiss his forehead while he's hiding his face away.]

Yeah, I do. ( eddie tilts his head back up to press his lips to hers in a rather heated open-mouthed kiss. he loves every bit of her. so much so that sometimes it makes his chest ache with it. at least in moments like these he can actually express it and also doesn't necessarily have to do so with words either. )

Softie. [Not that she's complaining at all. Her hand over his on the vibrator starts moving it a bit faster, and she moans into the kiss, her hips rocking into the movement.]

( well, there's a part of him that's very much not soft that he has been kind of ignoring for a bit. but with buck moaning and her hips meeting the movement of their hands, he kind of can't help but echo her. both with a noise of pleasure and with his own hips rocking in little movements that rub his cock against her hip. he's not fully aware of the fact that he's essentially rubbing off on her, too focused on the kiss and keeping things going with the vibrator. )

Edited (whoops forgot an icon) 2025-02-28 01:14 (UTC)

[This wasn't part of her plan, but then, neither was letting him help her with the vibrator. And really, it's getting increasingly difficult to think of any reason she shouldn't touch him back. Her free hand stills him before coming to rest close enough that there's barely an inch of space between her fingers an the base of his dick.

She raises her gaze to him, silently asking for permission.]

Please. ( he rests his forehead against hers and gives a little nod. he would really love to have her hand on his dick. maybe it's not the original plan but... so long as they're okay there's nothing wrong with a little spontaneity. )

[She's more tentative to start with than she's probably been in... ever, really, just holding him in her hand and feeling him at first. Truth is, she really does like giving handjobs and blowjobs and all the fun, messy parts of sex. It's a piece of why everything got so out of hand.

Her grip tightens as she starts actually moving her hand, still going a bit slow while she explores.]

( it's been--a long time since someone gave him a handjob. hell, since someone touched him with any kind of intent. her hand on his cock makes him tremble, just a little, and rock up into her grasp. )

Little--little bit tighter.

[Well, now her reputation's at stake.

She tightens her grip as requested and thinks back to how he was touching himself before he got distracted, aiming to more or less replicate that and go from there.]

( he moans and rocks his hips in counterpoint to her hand and--this might not last as long as he'd like it to. not if she's been paying attention to him the same way he's been memorizing what makes her feel good. )

Fuck, that feels so good, Buck. ( he's breathless and full of endorphins and god he loves this woman so much. good feels like an understatement. ) Almost too good.

Is that a problem? [She's teasing and breathless, because while her attention's shifted some from her own pleasure to his, she still feels good. And she wants him to feel good, too, which is why she's changing up her strokes a little, putting in a little twist that she hopes he'll like as much as she suspects.]

Only if you've got a problem with-- ( she twists her hand and he immediately stutters, brain going offline for a moment. ) --with this being over soon.

I could work with that. [It's not like they're planning to fuck after this. And she does really want to see him come, which is why she's using that twist again.] But I'll slow down if you want me to.

Don't you dare. ( not when he's starting to feel all the pleasure coalesce into beginnings of that final sprint to the finish line.

he keeps the hand on the vibrator rocking, determined to make sure she's not ignored even though he's definitely going to come before she does. and even though his brain is starting to narrow most of his focus in on that. that little twist of her hand is going to kill him in the best way and he muffles a moan against her skin as she does it. )

Buck, Buck...

[The feeling of the vibrator inside her has pretty much faded into the background of her mind while she focuses on Eddie. Making him come is something that calls for all of her focus, because this is going to be a beautiful memory to call upon later when she's sexually frustrated again from trying not to jump his bones.

(If she has to remind herself sternly to keep her mouth to herself because it's important that she not fuck up this relationship by going too much, too fast, that's between her and her brain alone.)]

That's it. [As a compromise to give her mouth something to do, she scrapes her teeth over that spot on his jaw earlier that had him groaning.] C'mon, I wanna see what you look like when you come.

( that spot gets a strangled noise out of him this time, and him thrusting into her grip just a little bit harder. it doesn't take much longer after that. eddie can feel all his muscles tightening, everything in him reaching, reaching, reaching--every exhale carries with it a quiet noise that he can't entirely muffle. his hand spasms around buck's where they grip the vibrator.

when he comes, it's completely silent, his teeth digging into his lower lip out of habit. )

[She can tell he's trying not to make too much noise, which is a bit disappointing, but that's okay. It's not like she can expect him to let go of all inhibitions in one go, and it's both comforting and exciting to think that they're gonna have time to work on that.

In the meantime, she's taking in the way all his muscles tense in the lead-up to his orgasm, the look on his face. It's as hot as she'd imagined - better, really, because her imagination could never make it this real. She strokes him through it, keeping a close eye out for the moment it looks like he's getting oversensitive. When she takes her hand away, she absently sucks a couple of her fingers into her mouth to clean the come off them; just because she decided blowing him tonight was beyond what was okay to do doesn't mean she shouldn't get to taste.]

( it's one hell of a good orgasm. it leaves him panting and trembling in the aftermath, a smile of pure euphoria slowly stretching across his face. it's been a while since he's felt this good. sure, he gets himself off on the regular and the orgasms are never bad, but... it's different with someone else. especially someone he loves.

eddie's about to say something, maybe offer to get his own hands involved with getting buck off, but when he opens his eyes and catches sight of her licking her hand, every single coherent thought is suddenly missing. he's just--glued to the sight of her fingers in her mouth and his spend on her hand. )

Jesus fuck.

[It's not that Buck loves the taste of come or anything, but it exists on a spectrum, like a lot of things. There've been some people whose come she would've rather gargled acid than swallowed, and some people whose come actually tasted pretty good. She's happy to find that Eddie's much more on the latter end of the spectrum than the former, which is why she just goes ahead and finishes cleaning it off her hand.

And then just blinks at him because for once, she hadn't been thinking of putting on a show or anything and hadn't been thinking about the fact that licking a guy's come off yourself looks sort of. Obscene.]

( the surprise quickly turns to a small smile. one that slowly grows until, as buck blinks at him, eddie is suppressing laughter. it's really something to see buck--who absolutely knows she's good looking and how to use it--do something so sexual and attractive without realizing it. it's almost the perfect "in a nutshell" example of the duality of evan buckley, really. )

[Well, that's. That's not how she expected him to react? There's definitely weirder and worse emotional reactions after an orgasm to have, but she wasn't expecting him to look like he's about two seconds away from laughing.]

What?

Nothing, just-- ( he hesitates for a moment, not wanting this to be seen as a reaction to just the orgasm. ) I love you.

I love you, too. [She presses a kiss against the corner of his mouth because maybe she's not aware enough to have thought about what she was doing earlier, but it does occur to her that her mouth probably tastes like his come now, and that's not everyone's thing.]

( it's maybe not his thing, so to speak, but he doesn't mind it. so he turns his head a little and catches her lips in an actual kiss. and then--well. )

Now it's your turn.

Yeah?

[She'd gotten herself a bit twisted around for a better angle (and view) when she was jerking him off, so she has to un-twist and get comfortable again. At some point, she'd taken her hand off the vibrator, too, and when she puts her hand back on it this time, she's not really guiding him, just resting it there.]

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i should apologize for this tag but i'm not going to

I was expecting the pun

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