june intro log overflow

[hohnkai]

This is an overflow for the intro post.

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[notpatsy]

Ah, shit...

[ This is when a realisation hits her that hasn't really been a thing before. ]

We don't have any protection.

[hyperkinesia]

[ He comes down from his high a little then, reality settling more heavily on him than he'd have liked. It's not as if he was planning to make a secret of it, but still. This isn't how he wanted this conversation to go. ]

It's fine. We don't need it. [ He's not sure how willing she'll be to just accept that and not ask for an explanation, but he tries anyway. ]

[notpatsy]

You're gonna have to elaborate on that.

[ Because no she is not just going to take it on faith that she won't get pregnant while trapped in space. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ Oh great. So this is happening. They're naked and horny and they're having this conversation now. ]

My body got flooded with insane levels of radiation. My whole body. [ He pauses, lifts a shoulder in a weak shrug. ] What do you think happened?

[notpatsy]

[ She lets go of his cock because it just feels really weird to be holding it and talking about this, but she doesn't move away from him at all. Instead she lies down on top of him, trapping his erection between their bodies as she gives him a gentle kiss. ]

Okay, this is really doesn't feel like the time to have a deep talk about this, so can I just say that this changes absolutely nothing for me and would you like to get back to the business of having great sex, or is the magic gone?

[hyperkinesia]

[ Bruce's hands slide up from her hips to settle around her waist, his legs shifting a little as he returns the kiss. He's silent after she speaks, a hand moving up to lightly brush her hair aside and tuck it behind her ear, finally answering in a soft but light tone. ]

I think we might have killed the mood a little bit.

[ Well, not killed it for good— it's just not the kind of revelation he'd have thought to share when she's stroking his cock. It's not as if they were really making plans for the future along those lines to begin with, and frankly he's happy enough that he can even be intimate with her, that he doesn't need protection for a set of entirely different and far more dangerous reasons.

It's still a sore spot for him, but... it does count for something that she says she doesn't care. Even if he does. But that's a whole other matter entirely. ]

[notpatsy]

Mm, I was worried you might say that.

[ She slides off him to lie snuggled up next to him, drawing light circles on his chest with her fingertips. ]

How do you feel about it?

[ No, she's not going to let the matter lie. This is Trish after all. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ He turns so he can face her, a little disappointed that he loses the wonderful weight of her body on top of him. He figured the topic would end up forcing a break on what they were doing anyway, but he's honestly hoping it's redeemable. Well, he still wants to keep going at least, and he's still hard too, so.

He has to suppress the urge to just dismiss the question by saying it doesn't matter, even if in this particular situation it really doesn't. It's not like he'd think of having kids while they were stuck on the Moira, even if he could, and even if he and Trish developed into something more serious. ]

I'm just glad I can be with you. That I can have this. Anything else... it's just not something I think about anymore. I've learned to live with it.

[ He kisses her slowly, a hand resting on her side. ]

I love you, Trish. You're all I want.

[notpatsy]

[ Trish would be more than happy to keep going, she just thought maybe he wasn't.

She kisses him back, smiling when their lips part. ]

I love you too.

[ She slowly slides her hand down his torso, stopping just shy of his still hard cock. ]

So, about this...

[hyperkinesia]

[ Look, he survived the utter embarrassment of being walked in on, came all the way down to this resort and waited until they were behind a locked door to so much as touch her again— he's not going to stop now. They can have all the serious relationship conversations later.

His lips curve into a smile, breath hitching slightly as her hand travels farther down his front. His own hand slides along her side, tracing the edge of her hip, then dipping between her inner thighs. ]

Right— this. We should... talk about this now. [ Well, not 'talk' exactly. ]

[notpatsy]

[ That is an excellent point. He really does have some pretty impressive stamina when it comes to maintaining arousal, really. ]

Do you want to keep going?

[ The hand between her legs is suggesting pretty damn strongly that he does, but she'll ask anyway just to be safe. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ What she should be impressed by is his ability to not be constantly hard whenever he's around her. There's a lot of pent-up arousal and building frustration in him, and she's pretty much the sole cause for it at this point. ]

God, yes. Are you kidding? Absolutely.

[ He stops just shy of touching her between her legs, though, already feeling some of the heat and wetness gathered there. ]

Unless you don't want to.

[notpatsy]

[ Well, that's awfully flattering. She will probably never be particularly helpful with the whole controlling his urges thing because she happens to really like that he is pretty much always on the verge of being hard for her. ]

Oh, I want to.

[ She rolls up on top of him again, catching his wrists to pin them down to the mattress above his head as she slides her wet pussy along his shaft, rubbing her clit against it with a moan. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ For what it's worth, she'll never hear him complain about it. He's perfectly happy to live with this particular kind of torture, as it is definitely the sweetest torture that's been visited upon him.

He's pretty easy to push around for a man his size, and when she pushes him onto his back and straddles him again he goes without any resistance, letting out a huffed laugh that turns into a gasp when she pins his wrists to the bed and grinds herself along his hard cock. His head rolls back, his eyes close, and his hips move, shifting on the bed so he slides his erection along her parted folds. ]

[notpatsy]

[ Oh, it would be only too easy to come like this, really, because the feeling of him sliding against her clit over and over is heavenly.

But she only takes herself close to the edge, gasping and shivering as she reaches down to line his cock up with her opening and eagerly shifting so that he slides into her. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ The moment she lets go of his wrist so she can reach down between them, he lets his arm drop down so his hand clings to her hip, urging her down as she takes his cock into her. She might not let his arm stay free for long but honestly he doesn't mind that either, and right now he's focused on steadying himself most of all, when she feels so wonderfully tight, the pressure around him enough to nearly drive him mad with pleasure. ]

[notpatsy]

[ When he is all the way inside her, she takes a moment to just savour the feeling, smiling down at him with giddy excitement. ]

This is happenin. We're doing it.

[hyperkinesia]

[ His heels dig into the bed, toes curling, and he lets out a soft whine. Her words only get a faint nod from him, while he tries his best to not let his control tumble down a cliff. He waits instead, lets her take the lead on this, so she can start moving whenever she feels ready.

It's not as if he'll ever feel truly ready himself, so... best to hand over the reins to her. She's the one sitting on top of him anyway. ]

[notpatsy]

[ She lets go of his other wrist to give him a bit more freedom to do whatever he needs to do to stay in control, putting her hands on his shoulders instead as she carefully starts to move. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ His hips shift minutely to meet the motions of her body, though he works towards keeping the pace slow for now, while the burning pleasure he feels with each thrust makes him nearly go blind. His hands cling to her sides, fingers curling a little too hard, digging into the flesh before he catches himself and eases up a little. ]

Good... That's good. [ Just to let her know (and himself too) that this is fine, that this rhythm is working, that he hasn't lost himself yet. ]

[notpatsy]

[ She nods, keeping that slow, steady pace up as she feels sweat starting to break out on her skin from the tension in having to keep herself so tightly controlled. ]

You feel amazing.

[hyperkinesia]

[ He'd love to tell her to go faster, in fact it's driving him mad that they're keeping a pace this slow, but he's still too scared of what might happen, too scared of watching it all slip from his grasp in a very catastrophic way. It's not as if she's not getting him there anyway, just... a whole lot slower. ]

So do you. [ One of his hands slides up her front, cupping a breast and squeezing it, fingers playing with her nipple while his hips lift off the bed a little more and he pushes himself deeper into her with each thrust. ]

[notpatsy]

Can I go faster?

[ Because he is not the only one feeling that need with growing urgency. ]

[hyperkinesia]

God, yes. Please.

[ Maybe he shouldn't sound that eager for her to speed things up, but he's driving himself mad here. He wants her to ride him hard, wants to drown in the pleasure only she can give him, wants to relinquish control and hand over the reins to her wholly.

He doesn't even want to think about being in control. ]

[notpatsy]

[ That plea is all she really needs to hear to let go of her restraint, her pace changing to a relentlessly pounding rhythm as she grinds her clit hard against his pelvis on every downstroke, pushing him as deep inside herself as she possibly can. ]