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[He's got her real tight, fingers gripping his, skin slapping against her ass. She feels full up and used up, can't look away from him for a single second in case she misses something new on his face. She loves him like this, she thinks; when he looks a little soft on top of the wild. Her head knocks against his, hiccuping, gasping, murmuring his name is quick, broken succession.

When he comes, she swears she feels it in her throat. She thinks he was made for her, because how else would she be close with him in her ass, with him filling her up, teeth finding purchase in her flesh. She cries out with it, a startled ah - and then:] Billy, Billy -

[She isn't coming again, but the emotional ride of it sort of feels like coming. She's shaking a little on her tip toes. Gentle tremors, still making noise that sound like little broken sobs, little mantras of name like its a prayer. He feels so fucking good inside of her, and it takes her a second to realise she's saying it: ] So good, so good, always want you inside of me, Billy, always -

Has he ever come this hard? He doesn't fucking know, he remembers void memories, her mouth, her pussy, her eyes. It sounds stupid, but he could get lost in her eyes, how she seems to know him. Maybe the void has something to do with it, but maybe the void did it for a reason, smashed them together and reorganized their thoughts, their memories, already knew they were similar in too many ways, that they were more than an argument in the woods.

He comes, body trembling, breath hitched as his bite lessons, beathing warm air over the impressions left by his teeth.

I'll keep you full, [ he thinks, still breathing hard. She's so tight around his softening cock, but he doesn't withdraw, his pelvis still nestled close to her. Aloud he says, ] One more. Want to feel you around me.

[ His front is pressed to her back, his head rolls to the side to press against hers as his clean hand slides between her thighs. His fingers slide into her easy, wedged in beside his cock still in her ass. He flexes them, digging the meat of his palm against her clit slow, then faster. ] One more. I know you have it in you.

Can't, [is what she whines, nails digging into the meat of his hand, her own hip when it slips. She sobs a little gets right back onto her tiptoes, clenches around his dick while the other curls into a fist on the wood.

It feels so much, feels a little painful, feels like if she tries to comes again she's going to lose her mind. Like she's going break into little pieces, spill out of her own skin. She says, again, hiccupping: ] Can't, can't, please -

[But she can feel it building, can feel something twisting in her gut, something rising, electric. ] Billy, Billy please -

Sure you can, [ he coos, still a little breathless, still a little out of his mind from having his dick still kept warm and snug. ] You look so beautiful like this, so full. Should get you a plug. [ Then he could keep his cum in her for as long he wants.

The hand under hers twists to grip back, slotting their fingers together. He breathes in time with her, in and out, she can do this. She will do this, because his fingers slide deeper into her pretty, pink pussy, hand angling so his thumb can drag over her clit. ] Come on, Jem, come on, baby.

[ His hips are still tight against her, her pussy full of his quickening fingers. She's so wet, she's so ready, they could go forever, they could— ] God. Bet I could fit my whole goddamn fist in you.

[She’s so loud - too loud, really, for where they are - whining and crying out how much she can’t, even as his fingers drag her closer to can.

The noise gets more into a moan at the mention of a plug; a sudden thrill passes through her straight to him. An unspoken yes, please. She wants it; she wants him. Wants some piece of him with her, always.

He could fuck her while she was plugged. Fill her up real good, just keep going until - until -

Her breath hitches into a real sob, her cunt fluttering around his fingers rapid, in tandem with het heart, her breath. She’s got to be soaking him to the wrist, and it’s around that thought, that maybe he could fuck her up to the wrist, that she comes again. It hits her hard, has her half-crying into her forearm, has her shaking head to toe, has her sobbing so hard she whites out a little. ]

[ Anyone trying to enjoy their commute from the boarding house to wherever they need to go has surely heard them, and he couldn't give a shit. She sounds too good, pure music as she grunts and wails and cries out. He's sure she can do it, come again, fucking positive, and when she does, pussy clenching down on his fingers, hole clenching around his softened dick, he groans too, a bass to her cries and sobs.

As the orgasm washes off, his hand slides from her pussy, his hips pull back. She must feel so empty, but he's still plastered to her back, arms wrapped around her, thumbs rubbing into her hips. ] Good girl.

[ Soft praise in her ear as his nose rubs against her cheek, lips pressing kisses. ] Haven't ever seen anything like that. You're incredible. [ His head rubs against hers, still holding her tight, but one hand pushes her skirt back down. ] Come on, baby. Banya.

Mmmm. Banya sounds nice.

[She tests her legs when she straightens; pushes herself upright and takes a tiny step back into his chest, feels every inch of her lower half ache with it. She laughs, a little breathless, murmurs: ] Billy, I think I'm going to feel you for days.

[It's easier to turn, to slip hold onto the warmth radiating off of him, to put off walking for at least another few seconds. ] Need a second.

I can throw you over my shoulder again. [ It's a joke, mostly, said warmly. She's bracketed between him and the table behind her, and he presses a hand to her lower back, pushes her against him for— stability, warmth, to show how fucking fond he is of her. How this whole encounter has him vibrating out of his skin for her, how it's rewriting little pathways, how he wants to... just fucking wants to—

He leans down and kisses her forehead. ] Take your time, we can walk so slow.

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