driftfleet | Mistletoe Mingle!

[She doesn't need to hope. Vash had a erection before they even phased through the door. Perhaps if he wasn't so distracted by putting his lips on every inch of her skin he would question why she was using her hand and not phasing his pants off. Not that he minds. The build up was exciting as she works her way to her prize.

While she does that he follows the edge of her bra around to her back. Looking for the claps and foolishly going to try to take it off with his one hand. Something he has next to no experience doing.]

[There is a thrill that comes with the power and control of using her ability to remove clothes, but there's something a lot more tactile and intimate about just using her hands. This way they both feel every move. Even the awkward, fumbling, desperate ones. Maybe especially those. But she doesn't want to just touch him. She wants to free him enough for her. And since he has other priorities right now, she will just phase her pants off. Underwear too. She leaves the bra though. She prefers feeling Vash work on it.]

[Oh no! Why did she help with the easy to remove piece of clothes and not the hard one! It will likely take an embarrassingly long time to get it undone. He only has the one hand and he doesn't have a whole lot of practice at this just yet.

Although with her underwear and pants now removed he shifts his other arm. Allowing the legs wrapped around him to help support her as he tries to wiggle his thumb closer towards a more sensitive area of her body.

While that happens he finally gets the bra clasps undone and he's able to move the pesky bit of clothing away from his prize. Fingers brushing gentle against her nipple once he snakes his hand in-between the loose bra and her breast. Continuing to kiss her the entire time.]

[She kisses him back with increasing intensity and it didn't exactly start slow and languid. Her body shifts against his, trying to get them in an easier position so she can lower herself onto him. Clearly, she's a little less interested in the foreplay right now though she's not exactly sending Vash's hand packing when it massages her breasts.] I want you. [She manages in quick breathless bursts between kisses.]

Yes. [He meant to say more. Say how he wanted her too, needed her, so badly, but he can't stop kissing her to get that many words out. Although he can get the idea with the way her body shifts that she's trying to lower herself.

As loathe as he is to stop touching her he only has the one free hand. The metal one lowering her down and his free hand he uses to help try to guide himself into her. Trying to go slow, but trembling with his pent up excitement and lust for the woman he was holding.]

[They are both strong, athletic people who could probably do this for awhile, but wall sex is really about the urgency after all, not as much the warm up or cuddling afterward. Those are good. They're great. They're just not the itch she's trying to scratch right now. Speaking of which, when he takes command it frees her up a little to run her nails down his back even as he fills her.]

[Vash still had a fair amount to learn when it came to the finer points of sex. Like when he should go fast and when he should go slower. Luckily he's a fairly fast learner.

He moans loud and encouraging at those nails that run down her back. It is soon joined by a satisfied hum as he slides into her. He breaths heavy into her ear as he works on sliding her fully down onto himself.] I want you so badly. [He manages to get out before his lips are too distracted kissing at her jawline. His hips already starting to rock and he uses both the wall and his hands to help him. It's going to take a few tries before he can actually find a suitable rhythm. There will be no questioning that this is his first time doing something like this. It will take a little practice.]

[To be fair, some of that learning is done each time with each partner and in each moment, just trying to find the right rhythm. It's a little like dancing that way. But he probably has more experience with sex than dancing, so that's a moot point.]

Take me. [As if he isn't already, but she likes hearing that he wants her. She encourages it and she wants to encourage him to be a little aggressive with this. As if just getting the basic mechanics down isn't tricky enough. But she does what she can to help him as she pushes herself up as best she can before pushing back down even deeper.]

Kitty. [He grunts out her name. His mind thinking he should say something, but his cock only caring about where it was. Made it nearly impossible to think. He appreciates the encouragement and quickly falls into it. Pushing harder, deeper, and faster than he usually would be at this point. Grunting excitedly into her ear with the effort it takes to keep her up and rocking his hips.]

[She'd be encouraging him to go faster and harder if he wasn't already doing that of his own accord. It feels like they're in sync now. There's the occasional inelegant thrust given the awkwardness of the position but for the most part it's perfect and exactly what she wanted. This isn't something she wants all the time or even that often necessarily. It might not even feel great tomorrow, but she can't think about anything except how it feels. She's totally lost in the moment of him slamming into her over and over again. She makes a half moan, half grunting sound with each thrust. Her body balances itself on instinct. Her hand reaches down to rub herself for a different kind of stimulation to bring her closer. It won't be long. They can't keep this up that long.]

Edited 2019-03-12 05:05 (UTC)

[For as scrawny Vash can look he was surprisingly strong. Daily and rigorous morning work outs have their advantages, but even he can't keep this up forever. As much as he might want to.

The friction and burn of skin on skin was giving him a rush that he didn't want to ignore. How almost uncomfortably warm what lingering clothing he had on was getting. The smell of the room. Everything was so overwhelming in such a good way all at once.

Her name is the only thing he can say as he feels himself slip in and out. Even her name being too difficult most of the time. It comes up in a mess of guttural grunts and moans.

When he does come he pushes her hard against the wall once more. Crying out in ecstasy which will probably be quite loud with how close to her ear he was in that moment. He keeps one hand on her, but he needs to take one away to push up against the wall. Afraid that if he was to take that supporting hand away now his legs may give up on him and he'll drop the both of them.

He doesn't completely remove himself from her right away. Breathing heavily and using the wall for some support he just wants to stand and bask in this moment. Just for a few seconds while he enjoys the euphoria of experiencing such lust and passion with someone. Also wondering if he should get ready to go again or try for a bit longer if he had lost control too soon for her.]

[He was managing to at least somewhat cobble together the breath for, "Kitty" long after all she could do was gasp and moan or give little excited grunting sounds as he'd thrust up inside her. And as luck would have it, she was tightening around him with her own orgasm shortly before his. She wouldn't have minded riding it out a little longer, but she's far from dissatisfied when he grasps the wall to keep from tumbling downward.

She can feel him still inside her—spent—and a part of her really just wants to soak in the closeness and stay like this for a long time. But it's not the most practical way of standing. She appreciates that he's physically able to maintain the position. It's not exactly easy for her either. But not the kindest position to leave him in.]

Bed? [She asks, still breathless.]

[Vash doesn't respond right away. Breathing deeply in and out for a few seconds. Filling his lungs with smell of her, but even more than that, the smell of the two of them together. It was beautiful to him.

Then he nods his head still leaning close to her neck she may feel the movement then see it. He gives her cheek a quick kiss before agreeing.] Bed. [He shuffles her in his arms as he finally slips himself out. Perhaps wanting to show off just a little he finds a little more energy to push them off the wall and carry her to the bed. Although bending to set her down or sitting together onto the bed proves to be too much for him. Instead of anything graceful he falls backwards onto the bed in a bit of a heap and a bout of honest laughter at his failure.]

[Nope, that's not how you do that. You tried.] Well...it's bed. [And she's not hurt and he's probably not hurt since he's laughing, so she shifts, crawling into a better position for being on a bed and trying to coax her laughing partner along since it's not so easily done if he stays in his current position. She just wants to get comfy and lay against him because really all of this moving already feels like too much effort when she just wants to snuggle.] Come here, you.

[He lays for a moment and watches as she shifts her position. Waiting to see what she was aiming for before easily following along to her coaxing.] Coming! Coming! [He's still nothing but smiles as he pulls himself up to lay down comfortably next to her. Purposely he makes sure that he can lay next to her with her on his right side. Offering up his arm or chest for her to lay her head on, but keeps his metal grate and fake arm as far from her as possible. He knows by now that her scars don't bother her that much, but he would call her a liar to say his grate was comfortable to snuggle up against.]

[She happily collapses back into him because all this extreme doing of things like turning in bed is way, way, way too much.] Mmmmm.... That's better. [Her head is on his chest with her face tucked in a little closer to his neck, breathing in his scent.]

That was our first time doing that. [As if he weren't aware.]

[He leans his head down just enough to kiss the top of her head softly.] Yeah. It might have been. [He chuckles lightly.] Although I really hope it's not the last. [It had been a lot of work and effort, but it had been fun.]

Oh yeah? You mean you liked that? I couldn't tell. You hid it well. [Drawing a little circle on his chest with her fingertip.]

I'm a pretty good at hiding things. [He smiles warmly at he runs his fingers through her hair. Yawning after another moment.] Have I told you lately you're beautiful?

Probably. But I don't mind you saying it again. [It does make her beam a little inside. It's not like a surprise considering everything they just did, but she thinks of herself as cute maybe. Pretty? But beautiful? Nah. That's been for other people, but not her.]

And you don't have to hide so much with me. [She knows they were joking, but, well, he does tend to hold things in, doesn't he?]

You're the most beautiful person on the whole fleet. The whole planet. All of the planets we have ever visited even.

[And ignoring the last part. He'll at least think about it.]

You go around with your eyes closed. It's the only explanation.

Only since I started hanging out with you more. Now I can't stop running into walls!

I told you not to try that at home! [She nuzzles against him.] You know, you're pretty good looking yourself. [She didn't always see that in him, but now she can't unsee it and it's so strange to think it ever could have been any other way.]

Hehe, thanks. [He says it with a bit of a tired yawn.]

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