june intro log overflow

[hohnkai]

This is an overflow for the intro post.

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[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. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ Well, he wasn't exactly expecting her to pick up pace that fast, so when she does, he lets out a loud moan, his whole body tensing and arching upwards so he's thrusting into her too. A hand clings to her hip, while the other fists the sheets, fingers digging hard enough into the fabric that his knuckles nearly turn white. ]

[notpatsy]

[ She would apologise for startling him but she is a little too lost in pleasure at the moment. She was going just as crazy as he was, hence the very sudden shift in tempo because damn she just needs to feel him slam into her right now. She's been wanting it for so long, or at least it felt like so long. ]

You okay?

[ The tension building in him seems to be the good kind, but she asks anyway. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ His exhale comes out as more of a broken groan than anything, eyes still firmly shut, hand clinging to her side. He nods tensely, trying to take a few deep breaths again and failing completely. ]

Yes— yes, I'm. Fine, just... go on. [ His eyes open but fix on the ceiling, while his other hand settles on her side too, sliding farther up in an encouraging gesture. ] Don't stop.

[notpatsy]

[ He's going to have to hand control over to her sooner or later here, and she can't wait for that moment. There is just the tiniest bit of nervousness mixed in with that excitement, but somehow that only adds to her pleasure, much as she is a bit of a safety freak when it comes to most things.

She loves Bruce, she loves everything that he is and with that comes accepting fully that he is dangerous as well.

It's not hard. Not in the face of what an amazing man he is.

Not that she is being all that philosophical at the moment, her thoughts are very narrowly focused on getting off, and watching him get off. So she does as he asks, she doesn't stop, her moans growing louder as her movements losing some of their rhythm as control of her body slips from her grasp and she reaches down with one hand to rub her clit, shouting out her relief and pleasure when she reaches her climax. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ He trusts her, he really does, immensely so. But it's not so easy, and right now the problem isn't that he doesn't trust her, it's that he can't trust himself. He's had too many incidents and too many close calls to not be terrified that something like this might make him tip over the edge and fall into the dreaded abyss.

But she is so good, God, she is... much better than she can imagine at wiping those thoughts from his mind. Bruce has no time to stop it, no time to protest or panic, when she quickly picks up pace into something frantic and almost desperate, and when she comes, touching herself while riding his cock at the same time, it nearly drives him out of his mind. ]

Fuck! [ A rare curse falling from his lips, his body arches and raises up to meet her thrusts, her tight heat nearly unbearable when her muscles clench around his cock. But there's still a part of him that holds onto control, almost desperately so, and by the time she starts to come down from her climax, Bruce hasn't come yet.

So he turns them around on the bed, a sudden flip that has her on her back, and he raises his upper body and presses his hips against hers until he's buried deep into her, her legs spread wide. Slowly, he pulls out, then pushes back in, building a slower and steadier rhythm, moaning with every calm thrust that has her muscles clenching around him. ]

[notpatsy]

[ One thing one sure can say about Bruce Banner: The man has stamina.

Another thing that can definitely be said, at least by Trish Walker, is that driving him to a point of using coarse language is extremely hot.

It's almost too intense to keep going, but Trish wouldn't stop this for anything. He sets just the right, calm pace to take her through the hypersensitivity of her climax and back into soft, rolling waves of pleasure.

She runs her hands over his chest, studying the look on his face and loving every single moan that spills from his lips. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ He breathes deeply as he pushes into her, a soft shivering sigh leaving him. One hand combs through her hair while the other moves to curl over one of hers on his chest, lifting it up so he can kiss her palm, pressing it to the side of his face.

His motions are fluid and easy when she's still so wet, and even with the way her muscles tighten with each particularly sharp roll of his hips, it's still not nearly enough to hinder his motions. Rather than offer any friction, it only makes the way she clenches around his cock all the more wonderful, and when he's controlling the motions and the rhythm like this, he feels much more at ease to let go a little, exhaling deeply as he picks up pace, chasing after his own orgasm. ]

[notpatsy]

[ Trish isn't chasing anything, she's quite happy to just exist in this state of pleasure as she watches Bruce with extreme focus, committing as much of this as she can to memory.

Her hand moves from his cheek to his hair, fingers curling around his hair and tugging at it because she knows he likes that. ]

[hyperkinesia]

[ He shivers when Trish tugs on his hair, his head tipped back a little and his eyes closed. Soft moans spill from his parted lips in tandem with his thrusts, more and more breathless the faster he moves, his eyebrows knit as he focus as much as he can in not losing too much control.

But eventually he has to let go, he has to let things take their course or he'll never reach the peak. Biting his lower lip, he forces himself to just not worry, not fear, not think, and he moves faster, his hips stuttering with the hard and almost frantic pace he keeps up.

It's a little sudden when it happens, even to him— a breath turns to a loud cry, and his fingers curl into her hair and his hips roll fast against her as he comes inside her. ]