( an easy grin slips onto her face then, as she tips her head back and lets his mouth trail lower. an extremely unusual sight in this city, where laura has worn a permanent scowl etched across her brow for almost a month.
she could probably tease him out more β might still, actually, β but laura isn't exactly the poster child for patience. pretty much as soon as his underwear is down far enough laura slides her hand down further to palm over him, wrapping her fingers loosely around the base of his cock as she drags his head towards a nipple. now there's the matter of getting rid of her own remaining clothes, but...she's distracted. )
( he's already hard; already a little desperate, with laura pressed over him and her fingers trailing across his ski. so it's no surprise when those same fingers wrap around him that julian--has a hard as fuck time holding onto himself. gasps soft against her skin, hips pressing up to roll into hand.
remembers that this isn't about him and follows the pull of her hands on his head. huffs out a small sound as he--moves his mouth over her nipple, presses the flat of his tongue against it before he's sucking it into his mouth with a low hum. )
( the moan he tugs out of her is louder this time, head dropping back as he licks and sucks and arching her chest up closer to julian. laura doesn't...enjoy herself, really, not like this. not for a long time, but her breath stutters and she wants more.
she strokes him slowly, a tease more than anything satisfying. it's doing it for her just as much to see him like this, bucking up into her palm, trying to get more. )
I need toβ ( she starts, breathier than she'd like. she tightens the grip on his hair like it's going to help her organise her thoughts. ) my pants.
( despite that, she doesn't make any effort to let him go, or pull back at all. )
( he doesn't want to let go. doesn't want to give her space, doesn't want to pull back so she can strip even if he wants her pants out of his way more than he wants anything else in this moment. julian curses under his breath, moves a hand up to press fingers against her ribs and gently put a little distance between them, even as he leans into her to press his lips along her collar, over her shoulder, following her even when he pushes. )
God, Laura. ( his voice sounds wrecked, coarse and broken as he shudders, green flickering around them as he uses his telekinesis to pull at the button on her pants, the zipper. pulls them down, with an energy field that feels very much like a pair of hands but isn't. it's just--pressure. )
( it's the strangest sensation, hands at her pants even as she can feel his arms around her waist. it's not bad though, the reminder that it's julian underneath here, even if the way he groans in her ear means she can't possibly forget. laura's head rocks back as his mouth moves over her skin, but right as her breath hitches she tugs him back. plants both hands on his chest and pushes him away slightly.
there's something an awful lot like a smirk on her face when she tilts her head back down to look at him, though. )
( she doesn't have to tell him twice. lie down, and julian's shifting his hips so he can lie flat against the sofa. it's not the most roomy place to make out on, but it does feel a little safer here than it would have if they'd gone off to julian's room. it's--shared territory, an open space, not as heavy as making out in his room would have been.
julian's careful not to dislodge her, not to move suddenly enough to cause her to fall because he--doesn't want this to end. doesn't want to make it awkward. and once he's down flat, he's--tipping his chin up a bit, eyes focused on laura's own. )
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( an easy grin slips onto her face then, as she tips her head back and lets his mouth trail lower. an extremely unusual sight in this city, where laura has worn a permanent scowl etched across her brow for almost a month.
she could probably tease him out more β might still, actually, β but laura isn't exactly the poster child for patience. pretty much as soon as his underwear is down far enough laura slides her hand down further to palm over him, wrapping her fingers loosely around the base of his cock as she drags his head towards a nipple. now there's the matter of getting rid of her own remaining clothes, but...she's distracted. )
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remembers that this isn't about him and follows the pull of her hands on his head. huffs out a small sound as he--moves his mouth over her nipple, presses the flat of his tongue against it before he's sucking it into his mouth with a low hum. )
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she strokes him slowly, a tease more than anything satisfying. it's doing it for her just as much to see him like this, bucking up into her palm, trying to get more. )
I need toβ ( she starts, breathier than she'd like. she tightens the grip on his hair like it's going to help her organise her thoughts. ) my pants.
( despite that, she doesn't make any effort to let him go, or pull back at all. )
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God, Laura. ( his voice sounds wrecked, coarse and broken as he shudders, green flickering around them as he uses his telekinesis to pull at the button on her pants, the zipper. pulls them down, with an energy field that feels very much like a pair of hands but isn't. it's just--pressure. )
You're--gorgeous. You know that, right? Fuck.
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there's something an awful lot like a smirk on her face when she tilts her head back down to look at him, though. )
Lie down.
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julian's careful not to dislodge her, not to move suddenly enough to cause her to fall because he--doesn't want this to end. doesn't want to make it awkward. and once he's down flat, he's--tipping his chin up a bit, eyes focused on laura's own. )
Whatever you want, I'm here.