inappropriately timed force bond moments (both nsfw and humor approaches)
dream-sharing
emotional bleed/transference (from rey, involving other parties)
inappropriate force bond voyeurism on rey/poe or rey/finn
mid-conversation force bond interruption
The Rise of Skywalker- Cross-galaxy chase of the Resistance
anything related to ben solo, but especially:
snoke confessionals with family or friends of family
returning to the light
smuggler life style
jedi knight ben
resistance-fighter ben
The Rise of Skywalker- Force Ghost communications w/ Rey
anything related to supreme leader kylo ren, but especially:
fall via coup
resistance fighter reconditioning (gen or nsfw)
force ghost visits from anakin/luke/rey/leia/snoke
defeat by the resistance, and subsequent aftermath
The Rise of Skywalker- Mole Discovery w/ Hux
canto bight:
shady weapons deals
picking up prisoners
recruitment
obligatory dinner party
general casino shenanigans
beach party
basically any reason you can think of to use canto bight as a setting piece
A note on romance: I will ship all of the new trilogy characters with Kylo Ren (except Snoke/Family). But I have no interest in exploring domestic-style takes on them. Thank you for understanding.
[ Honestly it's flattering enough to see how he wants her that she doesn't begrudge him his clueless slowness. It's not quite cute, but it's charming in its own right the way he begins scrambling. By contrast, Kira draws up patiently, with the air of a hunter, to help him get his shirt over his head. She tosses it over her shoulder. ]
Let me.
[ It is not a request. She gets to her knees before him and slaps his hands away from his belt so she can remove it. It clangs on the floor of the cabin when she drops it and then opens up his pants to start unfastening them, dragging them down his hips. She isn't gentle about it. There's no coaxing. Only a blunt, honest yank that pulls his hips up off the bunk so she can get him free of his pants and underwear.
She doesn't bother with them past his mid-thigh, distracted by his exposed erection. Her eyes go wide, pupils eating away at more of her iris. For a moment all she can think is how desperately she wants to climb him like a tree and rut against him until she chases that friction over the edge to climax. Instead, she opts to experiment while she's got him with his cock out.
Leaning over him, she spits straight onto the head of his cock, a thick blob of saliva that dangles off a thin strand that runs back to her lips until she brings up her fist to start smoothing it over his cock. Then she looks up at him, admiring the vantage. It's better lubrication, too, to let her spit dribble straight on him instead of rubbing around on her hand first, which then needed to fuss around inside his pants and probably wipe some off in the process. It's a smooth glide, and she has better range of motion to squeeze and pump along his shaft. ]
[He holds his hands up obidiently once she slaps them away, swallowing after she spits on him and returns to rubbing across his length. He groans in appreciation, pressing greedily into her hand a few times. For a few seconds, he stays quiet — but after a little bit of hungry shifting, his ragged breathing hastily tries to redirect her.]
No.
[He reaches to grab her wrist with one hand — not hard enough to stop her, but hopefully enough to get her attention. He can’t really reach any other part of her like this with her on her knees and him standing at full height. (Some part of his brain is kicking him for stopping her)
[ She goes still, searching his face. The comment is on the tip of her tongue — that she likes looking at him this way, that she prefers to be able to see him without giving him the means to distract her, but arousal is sticky between her thighs now, demanding some kind of follow-through on how he'd stimulated her as well, so.
Kira rises, straightens, and climbs back into his lap, pushing him back so they're both securely on the bunk, caging him between her thighs. Her palm goes flat against his chest, ensuring nonverbal communication that she is the one in charge, even if she has given him what he asked for. ]
How much?
[ She had liked the sweet tenor of his needy pleas before. She would rather hear them again. Kira rocks her hips, grinding her wet folds firmly against the underside of his cock, friction shooting up like sparks into her abdomen. She breathes slow and heavy, concentrating those little movements against her clit, exposing it a little more with each twitch so that the pressure gets more and more. ]
[Ben feels something low in his belly rumble with desire when her thighs wrap around his hips. The anticipation suspends when she rocks up against him, offering him only more teasing instead of the relief he seeks. He tries to make an annoyed sound, but it only comes out as a helpless, complaining moan. His arms wrap around her securely, forehead falling between the valley of her breasts. He rocks upward to seek the enveloping comfort of her cunt — he knows it is waiting for him, even of he has jo real idea what to expect.]
Kira — please.
[There is frustration wrapped up in his plea, and his forehead grinds momentarily against her skin before it is replaced by his lips, teeth sinking into her breast for the briefest of moments. Her question is answered with haste — he can feel the tips of his ears turning red as it all tumbles out of him.]
[ Smothering a soft whimper at the feeling of his teeth against her breast, Kira nonetheless betrays herself with a shudder. Her hands slide up into his hair, cradling him to her chest, encouraging him. His offer prods at all the right buttons to make her feel powerful and in control and most importantly needed. Kark the galaxy.
She releases her grip on his hair with one hand to reach down and steady him when her first effort to slide down onto his cock is unsuccessful, resulting in just another uneven slide against her clit. Pleasant, yes, but not fulfilling when she is aching to share this with him. She grips the base of him to keep his cock steady then notches the head against her opening and slides down.
Expectation suggests she should take him in one swift thrust, but as she starts to ease down onto him, it's not so simple. She whines her displeasure as her folds, slick but not slick enough, drag against him and slow the process. Beyond that, he's big, and while she stretches to accommodate him, her slick is not quite enough to ease the passage so completely.
Kira drops her head against his shoulder, nudging her nose against his neck as she lifts and sinks again to try and take him deeper. It's a wonderful, splitting sensation, stretching her body around his thick, hot presence. A perfect union. The second rock of her hips is marginally more successful than the first, but still not enough to get him all the way in. Her muscles squeeze against the intrusion, even as she welcomes it. ]
[Ben exhales harshly onto the mark he has left behind when Kira aborts the motion of sitting on him a third of the way through. He sees spots almost immediately with how quickly she returns, again failing to take all of him. But she is tight and pleasant, and his shoulders and arms tremble with pleasure as she continues her attempts to ride him.
He tries to babble something out, but all that comes are quiet swears and uneven breathing. His hands tighten at the base of her back as he resists the urge to try and force himself further inside.]
Kira—
[He moans out her name into her breasts, tilting his head to encourage her to keep playing with his hair as he turns to take her nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking backwards. It is small enough that he can fit most of it into his mouth if he wanted to — but he doesn’t. He wants to explore her while he still has control of his curiousity, before he loses his ability to perform executive functions when Kira really starts to ride him.]
[ He holds on tight and worships her, babbling and exploring the expanse of her chest. The attention to her nipple has her shoulders prickling, goosebumps racing across her skin, and she seethes out an exhale, heavy in the crook of his neck. Oh, so good. She almost says as much, but she bites it down, afraid of the honesty, afraid of giving away how much she wants him.
Kira cries out softly as she finally gets him all the way in, a fresh surge of slick helping her along on the heels of his ministrations. Her legs practically give out, letting her slump in his lap, shifting faintly to grow used to the fit. The stretch burns just slightly, but it's good, enticing rather than discouraging. The way working out can be, the promise of muscle well-used, strained past its limits only so that it can work harder next time.
It means pulling her breasts away from his mouth, or prompting an uncomfortable bend of his neck, now that she's all the way flush against his body, but it's worth it. She's so full with him, an alien sensation that she can hardly believe. Tentatively, Kira presses one hand to her abdomen, as though she might be able to feel him there. It seems somehow both absurd and reasonable that she might, with how it feels like he fills every inch of her, but no. The muscle of her abdomen is taut.
She draws back to meet his gaze, lifts her hand to cradle his chin as her thumb swipes against his lip. Oh, he's pretty like this, flushed and needy and awed. For the first time it feels like someone is seeing her the way she wants them to. ]
You make such sweet noises. [ She tells him before, kissing him, she begins to move again. At first it's a stilted thrust of her hips, lifting and settling back into his lap — were she going any faster, it might be called bouncing, but the muscles of her legs are unused to the rhythm and the motion itself, so she is stilted and unsteady. ]
[She takes the whole of him and the groan that follows is long and desperate, hands turning to claws at her back. She’s so tight, so tight, but she has stopped moving so suddenly. That tight environment quickly starts to burn, to make him itch to move, and he can’t help shifting his hips to try and get some relief from it.
That is when she tilts his chin and presses her finger to his lip. He goes a bit slack jawed in response, and startles himself with how readily he feels he might submit to her every desire, her every demand. Strangely, he yearns to belong to her this way, a sensation that is new, unusual and slightly frightening. Her compliments and the rhythm she picks up as him leaking again, this time inside of her, to mix with the deluge of fluids that has already gathered there. His lips melt into her’s, the rest of his body threatening to become boneless with it.
The motions she takes — they aren’t enough, but he sympathizes with the strength so obviously required to perform them. He grabs for her hips and tries to assist, shoulders straining to match her bouncing rhythm, to lift her higher and pull her down more harshly against him until the slapping of flesh starts to echo in the room.
She likes it when he vocalizes, so he continues to exhale and moan, louder with each meeting of their hips.]
[ She has to wonder how she lived before, never hearing her name said the way he does now, desperate and panting and straining to hold on. Like she is the beginning and end of everything.
Her lips drag away from his and she starts to rock her hips more than thrust once he braces her to help with the thrusting. Instead she grinds, shifting the angle he hits inside of her at, stirring his cock within the tight channel of her cunt. And oh, she shudders as his cockhead presses up at just the right point, but it won't last. He won't last, and she knows it.
She almost regrets it. Aches for more of this, to never lose this feeling of him hard and thick and filling her, but — If he comes, it only means he can devote himself entirely to bringing her over the edge after, without the distraction of his own throbbing arousal. So she cannot be truly sorry for it. ]
Inside. [ She says this urgently. ] Do it, Ben. Come for me. I want to feel it.
[As it turns out, he jumped the gun just a little for his deceleration about toppling over the edge. Preparing for an orgasm you thought you might never have amps up the anticipation just a bit too much, and there is a combination of Ben's expectation that it is coming and his desire to prolong the encounter.
Fortunately, the delay only means that Kira gets to witness him come apart piece by piece. His orgasm is a slow ramp that turns most of the skin on his body a dark purply red, save for where his bones are closest to the surface of his skin. Sweat gathers under the valleys of toned muscles as well as behind his ears and down his whole neck. Exhales become growls, and then loud swears and the drag of his nails up her abdomen.
She slips out of his grip, comes down hard on his cock, and that is it. He comes in one burst, and he struggles to reestablish his grip to keep her moving, to milk every ounce of spend from his body until he is a shuddering, quivering mess beneath her weight.
When there is nothing left of him, he collapses against her chest, blindly groping for some piece of her to hold onto.]
[ He's beautiful, a nebula collapsing, and the pain of his scrapes only helps her relish in it, arching and moaning her appreciation while she bucks on him, riding him through it. ]
Good. [ She wraps her arms solidly around him, holding him close, riding through his orgasm to try and milk more pleasure out of his cock while it's still stiff, while she still can. His cum warms her from the inside in a strange way, something she's never felt before, new and confusing and welcome. Rey threads her fingers through his hair and rocks with him while he trembles through the end. ]
That's it. You did so well, Ben.
[ She coaxes him with these compliments out of sheer greed, encouraging him that he might give this to her again, and again, and again. Eventually she cannot continue the work of her hips if she means to keep him inside of her, and so she settles into his lap, holding him in her cunt rather than futilely attempting to thrust onto him any more. ]
[He doesn't know what to do with all the praise she gives him, and it is evident in how the color sticks to his cheeks even as the rest of it slowly starts to bleed away as he comes down from his orgasm. Eventually, she stops moving across his lap, and it gives him the liberty to relax into the grip she offers, allowing her to cradle him.
He could fall asleep like this. He very nearly wants to fall asleep like this, even as his cock begins to ache some with how it softens inside of her. While her fingers comb through his hair, he sleepily tilts his chin up to place long, appreciative kisses at the skin of her neck.
Ben is reluctant to let go of her.]
That was...
[Words fail him as he exhales into her skin. He has no idea that she hasn't quite reached the same point he has.]
Oh, no, no, no. He's melting. She hadn't thought he'd start melting, languid and loose-limbed and gentle suddenly in how he nudges at her with his lips. Something cold creeps up her spine, cutting through the buzzing distraction of her arousal to chime that he has forgotten her. That, or he had never cared about her pleasure at all.
Anger starts, and Kira grapples with it. He would not cling to her so if he believed he had left her wanting, if he had used her out of hand and meant to dismiss her. She leans on his previous terror as proof of this, tries to reason through it. But she's not going to just sit there and accept it.
Her voice is strained, therefore, with holding down her rising frustration when she speaks. ]
'Was'? We're not done yet.
[ She rocks her hips meaningfully, trying to find friction against his pubic bone. When she can't hold onto anger at him, she lets fear of her own failure creep in. Like, maybe she should have been able to finish from that? One of them has to be to blame. She doesn't want it to be her. But an further way she phrases it just sounds like her own failing, and so she collapses into frustrated silence. ]
[He pauses in what he's doing and peels back, blinking in confusion. Were they...not done yet? Was there something else? He was pretty sure that once the ejaculation thing happened that they were done. He'd never known himself to get worked up again so soon after it had happened the first time.]
Uh. Okaaay...
[He's not exactly opposed to the idea. It had felt great, he loved every second of it but -- wow, he's tired. He's not really sure he can get to where he needs to be again.
That's about when she collapses into frustrated silence and stops moving, and he feels panic rise into his throat. Oh god, what did he fuck up?]
Hey, woah, what's--
[A thought occurs to him. If she's still trying to get pleasure out of him had that meant...
He can't assume. But that also means that he has to try and be honest.]
L-look, Kira, I've...really never done this before. Tell me what's wrong.
[ Her voice pitches on it, incredulous. Hadn't she made it obvious enough? Maybe not. He was, after all, exceptionally stupid. Still, it takes every ounce of her thin self control to keep from smacking him for it. ]
You're the only one who finished.
[ Certainly that much was obvious. Any tell tale sign of orgasm was distinctly missing. Where he'd thrashed and strained and spent himself in her, Kira had never succumbed to any of it. He didn't have to have done this before to know what a karking orgasm looked like. Even Kira knew that, and she'd only sated her own physical urges in the past in the most perfunctory way, and sparingly at that.
Because hormones are running high and she's trying to bite down on that anger, frustrated tears sting the corners of her eyes. To be left at the hypersensitive high, unresolved, has made her tetchier, she thinks. ]
[Ah, there it is. Ben mumbles with some obvious embarrassment. No, he hadn't noticed. He was too caught up in his own orgasm to notice that she had not come with him. He'd always thought girls were different. Girls were always a mystery. He'd had this picture-esque image that was probably unrealistic and typical for a cis dude.
Whoops.]
Right. You're right. Then we're not done.
[The spike of panic has done wonders to chase away his exhaustion. Sure, physically he's still boneless, but there is a very real anxiety setting in now that he realizes how wholly he fucked up.
He thinks back to what she had attempted to do. Somehow, he doesn't think spitting inside of her will help the process along, given that he can still feel his own cum leaking out around his soft cock. (He really should get her off of him. It hurts pretty bad now. But admittedly, he's a little scared to do that right this second.)]
[ No. It's certainly not. He's gone entirely soft, so Kira picks herself up off his lap. His cock slips free with a wet sound, leaving a sticky trail down both of their thighs. She shifts and takes a seat beside him instead, looking flushed and frustrated and not entirely sure how she ought to position herself instead.
Honestly, she'd be better off doing it herself at this point. She's not convinced he's going to get her there at all if he'd believed that he somehow had already. Briefly she presses her thighs together, squeezing to savor the friction to alleviate some of the latent itch of her unattended arousal, which has now turned to discomfort, worse for how well-used her cunt is, sore with stretching.
He obviously feels like a fool. She can sense his latent panic even without looking at him. It doesn't stop her from wanting to snap at him for being an idiot. ]
You made it seem like you knew what you were doing. Do you?
[ No more fucking around. If she's gotta give him instructions, she wants to know now. Kira misses the plan where they just gave each other handies and moved on. That seems less fraught. ]
[He hesitates only for a second because he doesn’t want to lose more reputation points, but Kira is kind of scary when she is mad and honesty is probably the best policy here. He almost tacks on a “ma’am” at the end there, but that feels like overkill.
Still, he recognizes that his answer is probably undesirable, and there’s a lot of shape wrapped up in that wet sound of his cock hitting his thigh. The question feels somewhat rhetorical — after all, if he had known what he was doing, he likely would not have mistaken her for also reaching her peak.]
But I’ll give you whatever you need. As much as you need.
[ That assurance seems to soothe some of her tension, but it can't do everything. This particular tension is bodily, bone-deep and aching, born out of being left in the lurch as she had been. So ready, and so disappointed. She shifts her legs to get him between them, a stubborn and petulant look in her eyes. ]
Come here. [ Her voice is hard, preventing the summons from being any kind of sultry. But there is, at least, the sight of his semen dripping out of her to consider. Her folds are flushed and sore and shining in the dim light of the cabin. ] Use your hand again.
[ She could guide him once he got started, at least. ]
[Ben might have got distracted by the sight, were it not for the whip-crack of Kira's tone. He turns toward her, kneeling between the spread of her legs so that he is hanging over her slightly when he takes his pointer and his middle finger to slip inside of her.
He is almost surprised by how easy it is, but he does not dare comment on it. It's hard to tell whether its actually easy, or whether he is just that eager to fix the damage he'd done. Rather than wait for instruction, he continues what he had been doing before he'd toppled over the edge. She'd seemed to like it when he curled his fingers but--
Well, everything feels swollen and such, so he refrains from that until told.]
[ It's good, yes, and his fingers are thick and long. It should be satisfying. But it's not. Now that she's had his cock, she can't quite feel satisfied with just his two fingers. The stretch isn't as full, as novel. She whines and squirms, savoring the pooling warmth in her belly but constantly grappling with this faintly hollow ache that tells her she needs more of him.
Her hips rock, swallowing his fingers to the knuckle, trying to control the pace and intensity that she might push herself through the slight stinging discomfort of the intrusion. She'd gone too roughly with taking his cock for her first time, and he was too big. Each thrust comes paired with a faint sting, but Kira relishes it with small, satisfied noises.
But it all grows faintly more frustrated as just thrusting onto his fingers doesn't get her anywhere either, just like their rutting with him inside of her hadn't. ]
Here.
[ She grabs his wrist, then drags her own fingers up to the apex of her slit, pulling back the fleshy hood protecting her clit and exposing it with a sudden shiver. It's oversensitive. ]
Like before, with your thumb.
[ He'd been nudging at it. It had been working. She could cry with how frustrating it is to try and guide him through what she could have done faster and more efficiently herself after she'd successfully brought him over the edge. But he is smart enough to keep his mouth shut, to stay intent on remedying it.
If only she can convince her body not to be too overstimulated and raw to accept it now. ]
[Like before. He takes that as permission. First, he lets her guide him to the small bundle of nerves, and rubs them as asked. He starts slow when he sees her shiver, and when he spots how swollen with blood everything still is.
A swallow slips past his nerves. At the same time, he curls his fingers inside of her when she attempts to pull back from a thrust, and he hope sit has a similar effect to what his original attempts had on her.
It doesn't feel like enough, but -- as stated, he really has no idea what he is doing. So, absently, he smooths at the skin on her inner thigh with his other calloused hand in an attempt to work through his nervous energy.]
[ It happens by small measures. His gentleness helps her slip back into it gradually. Her head lolls back, eyes drifting shut, and like she's sinking into a warm bath, Kira lets the pleasure wash over her. Her hips roll and squirm with his movements, but more noticeable is the way that her lips part and her cheeks flush and her breath grows ragged.
Oh, it's good.
She's oversensitive, still, and occasionally his thumb catches too directly against her clit and she shudders, twitching with her whole body, a single convulsion that rights herself, puts him back in safe territory. Her cunt is slick with their mixed fluids, his cum dribbling out of her with each thrust of his fingers, leaking out around her stretched opening. The flush spreads gradually down her chest, her nipples stiff against the cold recycled air.
Kira makes a series of soft, appreciative, noises and her chest heaves as trembling breaths twitch in her throat, rasped and unexpected. His fingers aren't quite as deft as hers, but he's diligent, and the foreignness of it keeps her from figuring out what to expect, which is its own appeal. ]
[Watching her squirm over his fingers and feeling his own cum slip between his knuckles is an experience he hadn't quite expected to be so aroused by. There's something about seeing her so vulnerable, enjoying just the simple attention from his fingers that enraptures him. He can feel himself starting to get hard again -- but he tries not to think about that so much this time.
Kira might kill him.
Still, it grants him some boldness. By now, he has figured out that the little nub she had directed him toward is the key to her pleasure -- rub it too hard, and she twitches out of his control. Go too soft or infrequently, and she squirms impatiently to get more friction. It gives him an idea, sparked from the way she had spit on him to offer more lubricant when she was trying to jerk him off with her hand.
He twists his fingers inside of her in favor of slipping down off the bed. It messes with the rhythm of his fingers some when he drags her to the edge of it, leaning in to replace his thumb with an experimental drag of his tongue.
It leaves a saltiness on his tongue he wasn't quite expecting -- he wouldn't call it pleasant, but it isn't enough of a deterrent to keep him from watching her for a reaction.]
[ Like she's been struck by lightning, Kira jolts under the sudden lave of his tongue. Her eyes snap wide and flutter and she draws her gaze full down to search his out. She can't fathom it until she sees his mouth there between her legs, and even that she doesn't have a schema to suitably process.
Wonder has softened all the hard edges of her expression. His tongue is firm yet pliant in ways his fingers are not, smooth and slick and at no such risk of overstimulating her if he rubs too hard. ]
Perfect.
[ It doesn't sound like it's meant for him. More of a whispered observation as it strikes her, really. She threads her fingers through his hair, squeezing tight to pull him in closer against her cunt, encouraging him. To further the point, she rocks her hips up, whines as her clit drags against his lower lip by force of her own will. Her muscles contract around his fingers, squeezing him, trying in vain to hold him inside. ]
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Let me.
[ It is not a request. She gets to her knees before him and slaps his hands away from his belt so she can remove it. It clangs on the floor of the cabin when she drops it and then opens up his pants to start unfastening them, dragging them down his hips. She isn't gentle about it. There's no coaxing. Only a blunt, honest yank that pulls his hips up off the bunk so she can get him free of his pants and underwear.
She doesn't bother with them past his mid-thigh, distracted by his exposed erection. Her eyes go wide, pupils eating away at more of her iris. For a moment all she can think is how desperately she wants to climb him like a tree and rut against him until she chases that friction over the edge to climax. Instead, she opts to experiment while she's got him with his cock out.
Leaning over him, she spits straight onto the head of his cock, a thick blob of saliva that dangles off a thin strand that runs back to her lips until she brings up her fist to start smoothing it over his cock. Then she looks up at him, admiring the vantage. It's better lubrication, too, to let her spit dribble straight on him instead of rubbing around on her hand first, which then needed to fuss around inside his pants and probably wipe some off in the process. It's a smooth glide, and she has better range of motion to squeeze and pump along his shaft. ]
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No.
[He reaches to grab her wrist with one hand — not hard enough to stop her, but hopefully enough to get her attention. He can’t really reach any other part of her like this with her on her knees and him standing at full height. (Some part of his brain is kicking him for stopping her)
I want you.
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Kira rises, straightens, and climbs back into his lap, pushing him back so they're both securely on the bunk, caging him between her thighs. Her palm goes flat against his chest, ensuring nonverbal communication that she is the one in charge, even if she has given him what he asked for. ]
How much?
[ She had liked the sweet tenor of his needy pleas before. She would rather hear them again. Kira rocks her hips, grinding her wet folds firmly against the underside of his cock, friction shooting up like sparks into her abdomen. She breathes slow and heavy, concentrating those little movements against her clit, exposing it a little more with each twitch so that the pressure gets more and more. ]
How badly do you want me, Ben?
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Kira — please.
[There is frustration wrapped up in his plea, and his forehead grinds momentarily against her skin before it is replaced by his lips, teeth sinking into her breast for the briefest of moments. Her question is answered with haste — he can feel the tips of his ears turning red as it all tumbles out of him.]
I need you. Use me. Let me inside.
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She releases her grip on his hair with one hand to reach down and steady him when her first effort to slide down onto his cock is unsuccessful, resulting in just another uneven slide against her clit. Pleasant, yes, but not fulfilling when she is aching to share this with him. She grips the base of him to keep his cock steady then notches the head against her opening and slides down.
Expectation suggests she should take him in one swift thrust, but as she starts to ease down onto him, it's not so simple. She whines her displeasure as her folds, slick but not slick enough, drag against him and slow the process. Beyond that, he's big, and while she stretches to accommodate him, her slick is not quite enough to ease the passage so completely.
Kira drops her head against his shoulder, nudging her nose against his neck as she lifts and sinks again to try and take him deeper. It's a wonderful, splitting sensation, stretching her body around his thick, hot presence. A perfect union. The second rock of her hips is marginally more successful than the first, but still not enough to get him all the way in. Her muscles squeeze against the intrusion, even as she welcomes it. ]
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He tries to babble something out, but all that comes are quiet swears and uneven breathing. His hands tighten at the base of her back as he resists the urge to try and force himself further inside.]
Kira—
[He moans out her name into her breasts, tilting his head to encourage her to keep playing with his hair as he turns to take her nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking backwards. It is small enough that he can fit most of it into his mouth if he wanted to — but he doesn’t. He wants to explore her while he still has control of his curiousity, before he loses his ability to perform executive functions when Kira really starts to ride him.]
You’re so tight. So good. Kriff.
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Kira cries out softly as she finally gets him all the way in, a fresh surge of slick helping her along on the heels of his ministrations. Her legs practically give out, letting her slump in his lap, shifting faintly to grow used to the fit. The stretch burns just slightly, but it's good, enticing rather than discouraging. The way working out can be, the promise of muscle well-used, strained past its limits only so that it can work harder next time.
It means pulling her breasts away from his mouth, or prompting an uncomfortable bend of his neck, now that she's all the way flush against his body, but it's worth it. She's so full with him, an alien sensation that she can hardly believe. Tentatively, Kira presses one hand to her abdomen, as though she might be able to feel him there. It seems somehow both absurd and reasonable that she might, with how it feels like he fills every inch of her, but no. The muscle of her abdomen is taut.
She draws back to meet his gaze, lifts her hand to cradle his chin as her thumb swipes against his lip. Oh, he's pretty like this, flushed and needy and awed. For the first time it feels like someone is seeing her the way she wants them to. ]
You make such sweet noises. [ She tells him before, kissing him, she begins to move again. At first it's a stilted thrust of her hips, lifting and settling back into his lap — were she going any faster, it might be called bouncing, but the muscles of her legs are unused to the rhythm and the motion itself, so she is stilted and unsteady. ]
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That is when she tilts his chin and presses her finger to his lip. He goes a bit slack jawed in response, and startles himself with how readily he feels he might submit to her every desire, her every demand. Strangely, he yearns to belong to her this way, a sensation that is new, unusual and slightly frightening. Her compliments and the rhythm she picks up as him leaking again, this time inside of her, to mix with the deluge of fluids that has already gathered there. His lips melt into her’s, the rest of his body threatening to become boneless with it.
The motions she takes — they aren’t enough, but he sympathizes with the strength so obviously required to perform them. He grabs for her hips and tries to assist, shoulders straining to match her bouncing rhythm, to lift her higher and pull her down more harshly against him until the slapping of flesh starts to echo in the room.
She likes it when he vocalizes, so he continues to exhale and moan, louder with each meeting of their hips.]
Kira—I am going to come—
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Her lips drag away from his and she starts to rock her hips more than thrust once he braces her to help with the thrusting. Instead she grinds, shifting the angle he hits inside of her at, stirring his cock within the tight channel of her cunt. And oh, she shudders as his cockhead presses up at just the right point, but it won't last. He won't last, and she knows it.
She almost regrets it. Aches for more of this, to never lose this feeling of him hard and thick and filling her, but — If he comes, it only means he can devote himself entirely to bringing her over the edge after, without the distraction of his own throbbing arousal. So she cannot be truly sorry for it. ]
Inside. [ She says this urgently. ] Do it, Ben. Come for me. I want to feel it.
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Fortunately, the delay only means that Kira gets to witness him come apart piece by piece. His orgasm is a slow ramp that turns most of the skin on his body a dark purply red, save for where his bones are closest to the surface of his skin. Sweat gathers under the valleys of toned muscles as well as behind his ears and down his whole neck. Exhales become growls, and then loud swears and the drag of his nails up her abdomen.
She slips out of his grip, comes down hard on his cock, and that is it. He comes in one burst, and he struggles to reestablish his grip to keep her moving, to milk every ounce of spend from his body until he is a shuddering, quivering mess beneath her weight.
When there is nothing left of him, he collapses against her chest, blindly groping for some piece of her to hold onto.]
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Good. [ She wraps her arms solidly around him, holding him close, riding through his orgasm to try and milk more pleasure out of his cock while it's still stiff, while she still can. His cum warms her from the inside in a strange way, something she's never felt before, new and confusing and welcome. Rey threads her fingers through his hair and rocks with him while he trembles through the end. ]
That's it. You did so well, Ben.
[ She coaxes him with these compliments out of sheer greed, encouraging him that he might give this to her again, and again, and again. Eventually she cannot continue the work of her hips if she means to keep him inside of her, and so she settles into his lap, holding him in her cunt rather than futilely attempting to thrust onto him any more. ]
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He could fall asleep like this. He very nearly wants to fall asleep like this, even as his cock begins to ache some with how it softens inside of her. While her fingers comb through his hair, he sleepily tilts his chin up to place long, appreciative kisses at the skin of her neck.
Ben is reluctant to let go of her.]
That was...
[Words fail him as he exhales into her skin. He has no idea that she hasn't quite reached the same point he has.]
--incredible. Thank you.
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Oh, no, no, no. He's melting. She hadn't thought he'd start melting, languid and loose-limbed and gentle suddenly in how he nudges at her with his lips. Something cold creeps up her spine, cutting through the buzzing distraction of her arousal to chime that he has forgotten her. That, or he had never cared about her pleasure at all.
Anger starts, and Kira grapples with it. He would not cling to her so if he believed he had left her wanting, if he had used her out of hand and meant to dismiss her. She leans on his previous terror as proof of this, tries to reason through it. But she's not going to just sit there and accept it.
Her voice is strained, therefore, with holding down her rising frustration when she speaks. ]
'Was'? We're not done yet.
[ She rocks her hips meaningfully, trying to find friction against his pubic bone. When she can't hold onto anger at him, she lets fear of her own failure creep in. Like, maybe she should have been able to finish from that? One of them has to be to blame. She doesn't want it to be her. But an further way she phrases it just sounds like her own failing, and so she collapses into frustrated silence. ]
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Uh. Okaaay...
[He's not exactly opposed to the idea. It had felt great, he loved every second of it but -- wow, he's tired. He's not really sure he can get to where he needs to be again.
That's about when she collapses into frustrated silence and stops moving, and he feels panic rise into his throat. Oh god, what did he fuck up?]
Hey, woah, what's--
[A thought occurs to him. If she's still trying to get pleasure out of him had that meant...
He can't assume. But that also means that he has to try and be honest.]
L-look, Kira, I've...really never done this before. Tell me what's wrong.
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[ Her voice pitches on it, incredulous. Hadn't she made it obvious enough? Maybe not. He was, after all, exceptionally stupid. Still, it takes every ounce of her thin self control to keep from smacking him for it. ]
You're the only one who finished.
[ Certainly that much was obvious. Any tell tale sign of orgasm was distinctly missing. Where he'd thrashed and strained and spent himself in her, Kira had never succumbed to any of it. He didn't have to have done this before to know what a karking orgasm looked like. Even Kira knew that, and she'd only sated her own physical urges in the past in the most perfunctory way, and sparingly at that.
Because hormones are running high and she's trying to bite down on that anger, frustrated tears sting the corners of her eyes. To be left at the hypersensitive high, unresolved, has made her tetchier, she thinks. ]
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Whoops.]
Right. You're right. Then we're not done.
[The spike of panic has done wonders to chase away his exhaustion. Sure, physically he's still boneless, but there is a very real anxiety setting in now that he realizes how wholly he fucked up.
He thinks back to what she had attempted to do. Somehow, he doesn't think spitting inside of her will help the process along, given that he can still feel his own cum leaking out around his soft cock. (He really should get her off of him. It hurts pretty bad now. But admittedly, he's a little scared to do that right this second.)]
But I don't think it's going to work like this.
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Honestly, she'd be better off doing it herself at this point. She's not convinced he's going to get her there at all if he'd believed that he somehow had already. Briefly she presses her thighs together, squeezing to savor the friction to alleviate some of the latent itch of her unattended arousal, which has now turned to discomfort, worse for how well-used her cunt is, sore with stretching.
He obviously feels like a fool. She can sense his latent panic even without looking at him. It doesn't stop her from wanting to snap at him for being an idiot. ]
You made it seem like you knew what you were doing. Do you?
[ No more fucking around. If she's gotta give him instructions, she wants to know now. Kira misses the plan where they just gave each other handies and moved on. That seems less fraught. ]
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[He hesitates only for a second because he doesn’t want to lose more reputation points, but Kira is kind of scary when she is mad and honesty is probably the best policy here. He almost tacks on a “ma’am” at the end there, but that feels like overkill.
Still, he recognizes that his answer is probably undesirable, and there’s a lot of shape wrapped up in that wet sound of his cock hitting his thigh. The question feels somewhat rhetorical — after all, if he had known what he was doing, he likely would not have mistaken her for also reaching her peak.]
But I’ll give you whatever you need. As much as you need.
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Come here. [ Her voice is hard, preventing the summons from being any kind of sultry. But there is, at least, the sight of his semen dripping out of her to consider. Her folds are flushed and sore and shining in the dim light of the cabin. ] Use your hand again.
[ She could guide him once he got started, at least. ]
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He is almost surprised by how easy it is, but he does not dare comment on it. It's hard to tell whether its actually easy, or whether he is just that eager to fix the damage he'd done. Rather than wait for instruction, he continues what he had been doing before he'd toppled over the edge. She'd seemed to like it when he curled his fingers but--
Well, everything feels swollen and such, so he refrains from that until told.]
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Her hips rock, swallowing his fingers to the knuckle, trying to control the pace and intensity that she might push herself through the slight stinging discomfort of the intrusion. She'd gone too roughly with taking his cock for her first time, and he was too big. Each thrust comes paired with a faint sting, but Kira relishes it with small, satisfied noises.
But it all grows faintly more frustrated as just thrusting onto his fingers doesn't get her anywhere either, just like their rutting with him inside of her hadn't. ]
Here.
[ She grabs his wrist, then drags her own fingers up to the apex of her slit, pulling back the fleshy hood protecting her clit and exposing it with a sudden shiver. It's oversensitive. ]
Like before, with your thumb.
[ He'd been nudging at it. It had been working. She could cry with how frustrating it is to try and guide him through what she could have done faster and more efficiently herself after she'd successfully brought him over the edge. But he is smart enough to keep his mouth shut, to stay intent on remedying it.
If only she can convince her body not to be too overstimulated and raw to accept it now. ]
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A swallow slips past his nerves. At the same time, he curls his fingers inside of her when she attempts to pull back from a thrust, and he hope sit has a similar effect to what his original attempts had on her.
It doesn't feel like enough, but -- as stated, he really has no idea what he is doing. So, absently, he smooths at the skin on her inner thigh with his other calloused hand in an attempt to work through his nervous energy.]
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Oh, it's good.
She's oversensitive, still, and occasionally his thumb catches too directly against her clit and she shudders, twitching with her whole body, a single convulsion that rights herself, puts him back in safe territory. Her cunt is slick with their mixed fluids, his cum dribbling out of her with each thrust of his fingers, leaking out around her stretched opening. The flush spreads gradually down her chest, her nipples stiff against the cold recycled air.
Kira makes a series of soft, appreciative, noises and her chest heaves as trembling breaths twitch in her throat, rasped and unexpected. His fingers aren't quite as deft as hers, but he's diligent, and the foreignness of it keeps her from figuring out what to expect, which is its own appeal. ]
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Kira might kill him.
Still, it grants him some boldness. By now, he has figured out that the little nub she had directed him toward is the key to her pleasure -- rub it too hard, and she twitches out of his control. Go too soft or infrequently, and she squirms impatiently to get more friction. It gives him an idea, sparked from the way she had spit on him to offer more lubricant when she was trying to jerk him off with her hand.
He twists his fingers inside of her in favor of slipping down off the bed. It messes with the rhythm of his fingers some when he drags her to the edge of it, leaning in to replace his thumb with an experimental drag of his tongue.
It leaves a saltiness on his tongue he wasn't quite expecting -- he wouldn't call it pleasant, but it isn't enough of a deterrent to keep him from watching her for a reaction.]
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Wonder has softened all the hard edges of her expression. His tongue is firm yet pliant in ways his fingers are not, smooth and slick and at no such risk of overstimulating her if he rubs too hard. ]
Perfect.
[ It doesn't sound like it's meant for him. More of a whispered observation as it strikes her, really. She threads her fingers through his hair, squeezing tight to pull him in closer against her cunt, encouraging him. To further the point, she rocks her hips up, whines as her clit drags against his lower lip by force of her own will. Her muscles contract around his fingers, squeezing him, trying in vain to hold him inside. ]