dreampost: even more after dark edition

[wotanon]

[ shit's going to be sexy in here.

please list what you're open or not open to somewhere in your toplevel pls and thank ]

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[crossmyheartandhope]

[Maybe it's because he's not expecting it; maybe because it's because he's so busy watching her face that he forgets he's supposed to not be making an idiot of himself. But whatever the reason, when she digs in a little harder, this time, he can't quite stop the soft sound he makes, part surprise and part appreciation, at the back of his throat.]

[unbr8kable]

[Ah,]

[Her hands shudder to a stop for a long beat. Of course the next one she does the same thing, but just a touch longer--more decisively, just to see]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He's expecting it a little more, this time - manages to muffle himself into a sound that's softer, barely there at all. It's more of a stutter of breath. But the tells are there, if she's looking for them; his fingers twitch in toward the palm, and he's biting down on his lip.]

[unbr8kable]

[One more time, because she's never been great at leaving well-enough alone, and because she kind of is looking for tells, just because. But after that her smoothing touch drifts elsewhere over his back, seeking out other places that seem like they might appreciate some attention]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[There are plenty of tense muscles for her to work through, if she has a mind to do it - but he seems to enjoy the petting on it own, even without the deeper touch. If she's looking for tells, she might be able to pick up on how purposefully still he gets, when she reaches certain places: the base of his neck, and the side, along his ribs, and the lower back, down near the hip.]

[She can probably hear the changes in his breathing, if she's paying close enough attention: little pauses in the too-fast rhythm, before he smooths them over and tries to cover them up.]

[unbr8kable]

[She notices them, eventually...it's harder not to pay attention to him like this, touching him so intimately. For now, she doesn't avoid the little jags in his breathing, but keeps her touches there light and moving, just in case.

As much as the expressions he makes when she messes with him are in the top three things she likes about him, she doesn't actually want to dig in someplace that might be painful or bad-sensitive. (Hopefully, she hasn't already.)

[crossmyheartandhope]

[She isn't. She really, really isn't.]

[And the longer it goes on, the more obvious it becomes. When she touches the spots that make him go carefully still, he starts out as determined, the only give the changes in his breathing. But when she comes back to them, she can probably feel the little shiver that works his way through him, the subtle shift in his positioning that lands just this side of squirming.]

[unbr8kable]

[It’s a while before she’s certain there is any change, and a while longer before she has any idea what to do with that knowledge. But then she remembers what in theory is a great way to learn things]

Uh, hey... Do you...

[Hesitates, starts over with much more bravado]

Any feedback? Requests? Wanna make sure you get your time’s worth, “Master”~

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His face goes dark again at the reminder; he turns his head in a little more, toward the cushions on the back of the couch.]

You're, uh. You're doing good.

[unbr8kable]

Yeah, 'course. But I could be doing better.

[She repositions herself, lightly touches the inside of his calf]

What do you want me to do?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[This time, there's no mistaking the hitch in his breathing.]

That's... that's cool, too. If... if you wanna, like -

Legs're cool, too.

[unbr8kable]

Okay...

[And takes a breath in and out. Shifts again, so that she can get a better view of it nestled against the join of the couch cushions, one shockingly pale, freckled band between the sheen of the chemise and the shimmer of the hose, all of him bright against the evergreen velvet of the sofa.

She reaches for his real leg, strokes the outside from hip to ankle, solid enough to feel the shift of the muscle underneath. Then over the ankle to the inside, up to the garter of his thigh-high, the nylon silky smooth]

...Like this?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[The response is a full-on shudder, this time; he squeezes his eyes shut, and bites down on his lip, hard. It takes him a couple of seconds to pull himself together enough for a reply, and when he does his voice is decidedly strained.]

If. If that's cool?

I... I mean. However you wanna do it's fine.

[unbr8kable]

Okay.

[She looks away, lips suddenly dry.

Darts out a tongue to wet them, then strokes over his thigh again, this time stopping to cross behind his knee and circle his calf before going back up to stop at his garter]

...Say something, if it's too much.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Yeah.

[He swallows, audibly - shifts a little, like he can't quite keep still.]

Yeah, I - I will.

[unbr8kable]

[Purses her lips, then tries something closer to actual massage, going up and down the sides of his thighs while gently pressing over his hamstrings. Seemed like it might be good?]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[There's more tension in the leg - or maybe there's just more tension in his body, like he's bracing himself for something.]

[He takes a quick breath in, like he means to speak. Doesn't say anything.]

[Lets it carry on in silence for another couple of seconds before he takes another breath in and says:]

But I don't think it will be.

Too... too much, I mean. With you.

[unbr8kable]

...?

[She looks up, confused, like she hadn't expected him to speak up--like she's not sure what to make of it]

I...doing that bad...?

[crossmyheartandhope]

...nah. You're -

You're doing real good.

[unbr8kable]

Oh yeah?

[Her hand's come to a stop; in the meantime she swipes idly over the crease of his knee with her thumb, a nervous movement]

Good reviews for next time I'm on manservant duty?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His leg twitches a little, involuntary, at the idle swipe of her fingers over sensitive skin.]

[He hesitates, trying to parse what she's just said - turns the words "next time" over in his brain until they almost stop making sense.]

[At last he turns his head, so that he's facing out toward her, instead of in toward the couch back. His tone is almost careful.]

You really think they're gonna have another game like this...?

[unbr8kable]

[She shrugs, glancing up at his face, since it's there]

What, making plans for next time already?

[crossmyheartandhope]

I - I mean.

[His face is flushed, and his hair is rumpled. He looks flustered and a little hopeful, and like he's trying hard to tamp down on both.]

You're the one who brought up next time. So.

[unbr8kable]

[Stares at him, brows ridged. Eventually takes two and two, and--amazingly--comes up with four]

You wanna get on my dance card, huh? Even before we're even all done here, what a stud I am.

[Waggles her eyebrows]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Flushes darker, and won't quite meet her gaze.]

I mean. We don't gotta? If you don't wanna, or whatever.