[His face says a lot more than his words ever could. Her fingers twitch as she meets his eyes, wishing once again that she could see them without their stupid red lenses, especially when he's looking at her like that. Like she's the most precious thing in the world, like she's the only thing he cares about in this moment. Something thuds almost painfully in her chest as she reaches out with shaky fingers to caress his cheek, as if she could burn that look of his into her mind forever.]
Scott... [she doesn't know what else she can say to that, need laced through his name. Maybe next time, after it's not so new, she can try to persuade him to do this without his glasses on -- the thought sends a sharp shiver of desire through her, and she clenches just that little bit tighter around him as she rocks forward. God, he looks good like that, head thrown back, panting for breath -- and then, just as he wanted, when he suddenly thrusts up harder, her eyes go wide with the sudden cry of surprise and wanton pleasure. What had he said? "Don't hold back?"]
Y-yeah, okay! [Pupils blown wide and hair sticking to her neck with sweat, she leans back, dragging her hands along his skin until she can trace them up her own body, less because it feels good (even though it really, really does) and more because she wants his attention completely on her, as weird as it is. The new position drives him in at a little bit of a different angle, just that little bit deeper, and she moans with abandon as she brings her hands up to desperately try to pull her hair back, out of her eyes so she can still see him without losing their rhythm.] C-can you go harder?
[A shuddering breath leaves Scott when he faintly hears his named being called, spoken in such a way that brings a new wave of want and desperation through him. She really doesn't need to say anything else, not because he doesn't love hearing her, but because he pretty sure that he understands what she wants to say. Maybe assumptions on his end, but as he pulls his head up from the bed to look at her, both seeing and hearing her own cries of pleasure, he's pretty sure he's not off base.
T-they belong to each other now, right? It's a thought the passes through his mind unbidden, even though they really haven't talked or anything. And Scott isn't going to stop now to start talking. He knows without a single doubt that he wants her and every unrestrained noise she makes as he focuses solely on her.
She looks incredible like this, with her hair down from its usual style and her pupils blown from their fucking. Really, there's no hotter sight, even if he can only witness it through shades of red. It doesn't dampen how he feels for her, how she makes him feel. His fingers flex against her sides, digging for just a brief moment as she changes their angle with his cock shifting inside her, but still just as warm and tight as before. Maybe even deeper? He moans at the thought, his balls pulling towards his body.]
Y-yeah, of course babe.
[He gives another thrust up, trying to both resume and rebuild their rhythm, as wet pants leave his mouth without restraint. I-it's not enough, at least, he thinks he can do more and he'd hate to disappoint her. His legs curl up slightly so that he can give himself more leverage to thrust harder and deeper into her core, once, twice, and again in an unstable pattern. Scott doesn't notice, not as he seeks to drive deeper into her, his control fraying and moans tearing from his throat as her insides continue to contract and massage around his dick. S-she's so wet; he can feel that even with the condom on.
Every hard push up he feels like he's one step closer to release and god, he doesn't know how long he can last like this, with that heat building in his spine. Scott's tempted to bury part of his face into her bed from how overwhelmed he's getting, but he keeps his attention on her, not wanting to miss how much he's affecting her.]
T-this good? [And maybe for emphasis, he does another hard thrust.]
[She snorts a laugh at being called "babe," laughter interspersed with cries and gasps for breath. It's just such a boy thing to say that she can't help it, though there's no maliciousness in her laughter, just warmth and affection. This is all she'd honestly wanted, really -- to do something fun, something not too serious, to enjoy her time with him and think about nobody but him. It's hard to think about anything else now.
Especially when he thrusts in harder against her, and she throws her head back with a shameless moan. Everything is narrowing in on them in this moment, the hot slide of his cock slamming into her. Her breath comes shorter, quicker, little cries on every exhale building to a crescendo as she twists her hips, trying desperately to match that more irregular rhythm as she feels herself tightening around him with every motion. She doesn't really curse but -- fuck!
That last thrust whites everything, her cry more of a shout as if to answer his question as her legs clench around him and her toes curl as she keeps going, trying to ride out her climax and bring him over the brink with her.]
[Her continual cries are encouragement enough and listening to them, just focusing on her, only strengthens his earlier feelings. It's truly just the two of them in this moment bringing each other to new heights. Scott swears that he can feel every small change she makes around his dick and everything feels impossibly warm, she feels so, especially as her walls clench tight around him. Sweat runs down his face as he continues to almost roughly slam his cock inside, as if trying to reach something deep within her. Or maybe bury himself so deep he can't escape. Impossible thoughts, but Scott welcomes them anyway.
If he had any rhythm before, it's entirely gone as he finds himself falling over the edge.
As desperate as he is to watch her, Scott tosses his head back as a loud cry mixed with her name breaks from his throat, giving one last hard thrust as white hot pleasure overtakes him. A low, deep moan exhales from him as he starts filling the condom, with his lower half giving a few last shallow thrusts inside her, before he fully collapses against the bed and starts panting loudly in the open air.
Holy fuck.
Scott almost says it out loud, but the only thing that emerges from his throat is a pleasured groan. Give him a minute or two because his mind still feels like it's trying to catch up. Or maybe it's given up entirely, he wouldn't be surprised. One of his hands has fallen to his side, but he manages to keep his right hand loosely gripped on her curve still, mindlessly tracing random patterns across her skin.]
[It sounds incredible to hear her name from his lips, to know she's the only one on his mind right now. Honestly, a part of her wants him to think about nobody but her, but that's insane, a feeling she quashes down to just ride the high of sharing this moment with him. He looks almost as good as he sounds, and when he collapses back, she just drops forward a little pulling off him, letting her palms come to rest on his chest as she tries to catch her own breath.]
Good? [she manages to ask, pulling one hand back long enough to try to push her own sweaty hair back from her face as she laughs through gasps for air. She can't help but shake a little from it all, her own emotions welling up in the center of her chest and shining through her eyes as she gazes down at him.]
You look good, [she adds before she can stop herself with a bit of a teasing grin, because even if she feels a certain way about him that she's too afraid to name, she has to tease him with compliments. It's like, her job as his friend.]
[A breathless laugh leaves Scott as he looks at her with a returning smile, that affection from him somehow always visible despite his ruby glasses. He raises his hand from her waist to help brush some of her hair from her face, his heart thudding deeply just from that sight. She really is beautiful like this, not that she isn't normally cute and everything, but he swears that she's never looked at him with that sort of expression before, one that makes him feel warm and connected with her.
Like this is something only they can share. You're in too deep Summers]
Really? I don't look like a sweaty mess? [He knows that his hair is pretty much a disaster at this point, out of its normal part entirely and just sprayed in different directions. However, he definitely doesn't seem to care, moving his other hand to light grasp one of hers, entwining their fingers and holding them to his chest as his breathing slowly returns to normal.
While he's still clearly tired and a bit out of it, Scott's brain is no longer complete goop.]
You look good too.
[Totally on him that he sounds like a lovestruck dope.]
I didn't say that! [Because he is a sweaty mess, there's no getting around that! But so is she, and she knows it, giggling a little softly as she leans up and allows herself to press a playful little kiss to the tip of his nose. She never got the chance to bite him, but... next time!
She lets him take her hand without reservation, tilting her head just the slightest bit into his other hand and closing her eyes to let him brush fingers through her hair. It feels really nice, letting him do that. The only people she really let play with her hair were Dazai and Chuuya, but having Scott look at her like this, when she feels this good...
There's no helping her fond little smile as she tilts her head further, closing her eyes and pressing her lips to his for a slow, almost languid kiss, full of all the things she doesn't really know how to say.]
[He can't stop his nose from wiggling slightly as she presses a quick little kiss on it. Hopefully he doesn't look like a bunny doing that--
There's a peaceful and content feeling that runs through Scott as he brushes through her hair. No sexual activity or anything intense going on right now, but he still just likes lying here, with her above him and looking like that.
He wonders if they should talk at all about... them. Set boundaries or something? He doesn't really know, and honestly the thought of asking Kotone right now if she still wants things to be casual between them is too hard. The answer isn't something he needs to hear now, besides, he... he hasn't misread those expressions she's given him, right? Then why is he afraid to ask
Luckily, her lips against his own is a good distraction, and he's just going to shove those other thoughts into a bin and punt it away. He smiles against her for a second before slowly opening his mouth to let her in once more, just content in sharing this moment. The hand that was brushing through her hair moves down so that he can wrap around her waist, wanting to pull her just a little closer.
[Sorry to disappoint, he does look a little like a bunny, and it's adorable.
Anyway, she moves closer without resistance, more than content to share this lazy, unhurried kiss. It's funny how they can go from sheer desperation to just basking in the warmth of each other's arms, isn't it? Her tongue is gentle as she takes her time to explore his mouth, unable to stop herself from letting out a small, contented noise as she draws back and meets his glasses with a soft smile. This is... nice. Really nice. Almost too nice.
With a sparkle in her eye, she asks,] Wanna go again? [with a playful little laugh. She's mostly joking, but haha, unless...? Things were getting too sappy, she has to break it somehow.]
[He lightly slides his tongue against her lips as she pulls away, that same smile on him as he lets himself enjoy her warmth and her company. Honestly, he'd be totally chill with just lying on her bed, but--]
W-what?
[His cheeks suddenly flush red again as he stares up at her, his mouth slightly agape because she's not tired at all? Oh no, did he uh, not satisfy her or something?? That'd be the Complete Worst and Scott can't stop himself from glancing down at his body, as if willing his dick to get hard again but it's still a little too soon. Maybe a half an hour?]
I'd definitely want to! [Scott immediately responds because he didn't answer her question and he doesn't want to give the wrong impression.] I just can't go again right now, maybe in a little bit-- did you want me to suck you or something?
[Oh, Scott. She almost feels a little bad about teasing him, and her cheeks flush a light shade of pink as she laughs and shakes her head before kissing his cheek.]
Uh-uh. Later. [Or like, tomorrow. The high hasn't faded into soreness just yet, and she can't help but laugh again as she turns his head to kiss him one more time, just briefly, before adding,] As long as I can stay with you, that's enough.
[Because that really is the most important thing. Whatever they do, as long as they're happy and having fun together, that's more than enough. She shifts to lay on her side, curled up next to him, and lets herself be the one to reach out this time and gently card her fingers through his hair.]
We should probably shower, huh...? [And yet, she doesn't move to get up.]
[S-she's all good then, yeah? As she laughs and brushes her lips upon his own again-- yeah, he's sure. Scott still has to fight down the flush that's on his cheeks now, but he returns her kiss as he starts rubbing her back with his hand. Maybe next time, they can go a couple rounds or he can tease her longer, with his fingers and everything. He swallows tightly in his throat, but those thoughts halt as he fully takes in what she just said.
'As long as she's with him.' That's basically saying she wants to be with him, right?? T-that's what he wants too.
An unrestrained smile appears on Scott's face as he responds.] That's enough for me too.
[As she rolls to her side, Scott sits up slightly to tie the condom and throw it the general direction of her trashcan, before turning on his side and watching her with that same affectionate smile. Her fingers through his hair is comforting and he finds himself relaxing against the motion, his eyes sliding shut.]
Probably. [He admits with a light snort, not moving a muscle to get up either.] But maybe I just feel like getting my sweat all over your bed.
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Scott... [she doesn't know what else she can say to that, need laced through his name. Maybe next time, after it's not so new, she can try to persuade him to do this without his glasses on -- the thought sends a sharp shiver of desire through her, and she clenches just that little bit tighter around him as she rocks forward. God, he looks good like that, head thrown back, panting for breath -- and then, just as he wanted, when he suddenly thrusts up harder, her eyes go wide with the sudden cry of surprise and wanton pleasure. What had he said? "Don't hold back?"]
Y-yeah, okay! [Pupils blown wide and hair sticking to her neck with sweat, she leans back, dragging her hands along his skin until she can trace them up her own body, less because it feels good (even though it really, really does) and more because she wants his attention completely on her, as weird as it is. The new position drives him in at a little bit of a different angle, just that little bit deeper, and she moans with abandon as she brings her hands up to desperately try to pull her hair back, out of her eyes so she can still see him without losing their rhythm.] C-can you go harder?
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T-they belong to each other now, right? It's a thought the passes through his mind unbidden, even though they really haven't talked or anything. And Scott isn't going to stop now to start talking. He knows without a single doubt that he wants her and every unrestrained noise she makes as he focuses solely on her.
She looks incredible like this, with her hair down from its usual style and her pupils blown from their fucking. Really, there's no hotter sight, even if he can only witness it through shades of red. It doesn't dampen how he feels for her, how she makes him feel. His fingers flex against her sides, digging for just a brief moment as she changes their angle with his cock shifting inside her, but still just as warm and tight as before. Maybe even deeper? He moans at the thought, his balls pulling towards his body.]
Y-yeah, of course babe.
[He gives another thrust up, trying to both resume and rebuild their rhythm, as wet pants leave his mouth without restraint. I-it's not enough, at least, he thinks he can do more and he'd hate to disappoint her. His legs curl up slightly so that he can give himself more leverage to thrust harder and deeper into her core, once, twice, and again in an unstable pattern. Scott doesn't notice, not as he seeks to drive deeper into her, his control fraying and moans tearing from his throat as her insides continue to contract and massage around his dick. S-she's so wet; he can feel that even with the condom on.
Every hard push up he feels like he's one step closer to release and god, he doesn't know how long he can last like this, with that heat building in his spine. Scott's tempted to bury part of his face into her bed from how overwhelmed he's getting, but he keeps his attention on her, not wanting to miss how much he's affecting her.]
T-this good? [And maybe for emphasis, he does another hard thrust.]
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Especially when he thrusts in harder against her, and she throws her head back with a shameless moan. Everything is narrowing in on them in this moment, the hot slide of his cock slamming into her. Her breath comes shorter, quicker, little cries on every exhale building to a crescendo as she twists her hips, trying desperately to match that more irregular rhythm as she feels herself tightening around him with every motion. She doesn't really curse but -- fuck!
That last thrust whites everything, her cry more of a shout as if to answer his question as her legs clench around him and her toes curl as she keeps going, trying to ride out her climax and bring him over the brink with her.]
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If he had any rhythm before, it's entirely gone as he finds himself falling over the edge.
As desperate as he is to watch her, Scott tosses his head back as a loud cry mixed with her name breaks from his throat, giving one last hard thrust as white hot pleasure overtakes him. A low, deep moan exhales from him as he starts filling the condom, with his lower half giving a few last shallow thrusts inside her, before he fully collapses against the bed and starts panting loudly in the open air.
Holy fuck.
Scott almost says it out loud, but the only thing that emerges from his throat is a pleasured groan. Give him a minute or two because his mind still feels like it's trying to catch up. Or maybe it's given up entirely, he wouldn't be surprised. One of his hands has fallen to his side, but he manages to keep his right hand loosely gripped on her curve still, mindlessly tracing random patterns across her skin.]
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Good? [she manages to ask, pulling one hand back long enough to try to push her own sweaty hair back from her face as she laughs through gasps for air. She can't help but shake a little from it all, her own emotions welling up in the center of her chest and shining through her eyes as she gazes down at him.]
You look good, [she adds before she can stop herself with a bit of a teasing grin, because even if she feels a certain way about him that she's too afraid to name, she has to tease him with compliments. It's like, her job as his friend.]
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[A breathless laugh leaves Scott as he looks at her with a returning smile, that affection from him somehow always visible despite his ruby glasses. He raises his hand from her waist to help brush some of her hair from her face, his heart thudding deeply just from that sight. She really is beautiful like this, not that she isn't normally cute and everything, but he swears that she's never looked at him with that sort of expression before, one that makes him feel warm and connected with her.
Like this is something only they can share.
You're in too deep Summers]Really? I don't look like a sweaty mess? [He knows that his hair is pretty much a disaster at this point, out of its normal part entirely and just sprayed in different directions. However, he definitely doesn't seem to care, moving his other hand to light grasp one of hers, entwining their fingers and holding them to his chest as his breathing slowly returns to normal.
While he's still clearly tired and a bit out of it, Scott's brain is no longer complete goop.]
You look good too.
[Totally on him that he sounds like a lovestruck dope.]
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She lets him take her hand without reservation, tilting her head just the slightest bit into his other hand and closing her eyes to let him brush fingers through her hair. It feels really nice, letting him do that. The only people she really let play with her hair were Dazai and Chuuya, but having Scott look at her like this, when she feels this good...
There's no helping her fond little smile as she tilts her head further, closing her eyes and pressing her lips to his for a slow, almost languid kiss, full of all the things she doesn't really know how to say.]
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There's a peaceful and content feeling that runs through Scott as he brushes through her hair. No sexual activity or anything intense going on right now, but he still just likes lying here, with her above him and looking like that.
He wonders if they should talk at all about... them. Set boundaries or something? He doesn't really know, and honestly the thought of asking Kotone right now if she still wants things to be casual between them is too hard. The answer isn't something he needs to hear now, besides, he... he hasn't misread those expressions she's given him, right?
Then why is he afraid to askLuckily, her lips against his own is a good distraction, and he's just going to shove those other thoughts into a bin and punt it away. He smiles against her for a second before slowly opening his mouth to let her in once more, just content in sharing this moment. The hand that was brushing through her hair moves down so that he can wrap around her waist, wanting to pull her just a little closer.
Yep, this is definitely far preferable.]
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Anyway, she moves closer without resistance, more than content to share this lazy, unhurried kiss. It's funny how they can go from sheer desperation to just basking in the warmth of each other's arms, isn't it? Her tongue is gentle as she takes her time to explore his mouth, unable to stop herself from letting out a small, contented noise as she draws back and meets his glasses with a soft smile. This is... nice. Really nice. Almost too nice.
With a sparkle in her eye, she asks,] Wanna go again? [with a playful little laugh. She's mostly joking, but haha, unless...? Things were getting too sappy, she has to break it somehow.]
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W-what?
[His cheeks suddenly flush red again as he stares up at her, his mouth slightly agape because she's not tired at all? Oh no, did he uh, not satisfy her or something?? That'd be the Complete Worst and Scott can't stop himself from glancing down at his body, as if willing his dick to get hard again but it's still a little too soon. Maybe a half an hour?]
I'd definitely want to! [Scott immediately responds because he didn't answer her question and he doesn't want to give the wrong impression.] I just can't go again right now, maybe in a little bit-- did you want me to suck you or something?
[He says that last bit in a whoosh.]
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Uh-uh. Later. [Or like, tomorrow. The high hasn't faded into soreness just yet, and she can't help but laugh again as she turns his head to kiss him one more time, just briefly, before adding,] As long as I can stay with you, that's enough.
[Because that really is the most important thing. Whatever they do, as long as they're happy and having fun together, that's more than enough. She shifts to lay on her side, curled up next to him, and lets herself be the one to reach out this time and gently card her fingers through his hair.]
We should probably shower, huh...? [And yet, she doesn't move to get up.]
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'As long as she's with him.' That's basically saying she wants to be with him, right?? T-that's what he wants too.
An unrestrained smile appears on Scott's face as he responds.] That's enough for me too.
[As she rolls to her side, Scott sits up slightly to tie the condom and throw it the general direction of her trashcan, before turning on his side and watching her with that same affectionate smile. Her fingers through his hair is comforting and he finds himself relaxing against the motion, his eyes sliding shut.]
Probably. [He admits with a light snort, not moving a muscle to get up either.] But maybe I just feel like getting my sweat all over your bed.