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[handelaar]

[The tent was old and way too big for just two people, but he'd gotten it years ago for cheap and like hell was he gonna go buy a new one when this one did the job. Well, as long as it didn't rain - from his crouch at the entrance he looked up between the trees - still clear skies, mild weather, and a light evening breeze.

Maybe he should try to find a tarp anyway. The house might be 15 meters away but goddamnit they were camping, and if it rained they were gonna be prepared. He took a moment to stick his head back into the tent, going over all the supplies for the eleventh time... Finally pulled back and stood to light a cigarette, satisfied.]

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[handelaar]

[And it's fun watching her play with him like this, sort of. Fun, in that she is clearly enjoying it, but what he feels instead of lighthearted anything is a hot, dark, almost dirty pull of arousal and the fact that he feels that way makes it better and worse all the same. Maybe it's all in his head but the way she's moving, looking at him, fucking smirking at him and teasing with that tongue and those lips of hers and - there's definitely something there. Some push, some pull, some dare.

That, combined with the feel of her lips against him, gets a hiss of her name as his eyes flutter closed for a split second - only long enough to keep from - something - but when they open it's only to lick his lips and meet her gaze, encouraging. Almost pleading. Almost.]

[bellabelgium]

[ It's funny, when she started she swore that's what she wanted-- the begging, the pleading, the low, husky, wanton tone thick with arousal... but in the end she's finding herself at her own limit. She can only handle so much of the teasing before she finds that she wants it, she wants him in her mouth, she wants to make him moan and sigh and unwind under her.

Once their gazes lock on each other there's no turning back and she shifts again, taking hold of him before she's wrapping her lips around the tip of his cock, still tenting his short, giving him a few teasing flicks of her tongue through the thin fabric before she starts sucking on his head gently, letting the damp warmth of her mouth soak through to his skin. ]

[handelaar]

[That's all it takes for him stop trying to close his eyes. That one little step where she's willing to go just that much further, willing to take him and deal with him as she sees fit. Or maybe it stops at the take him part.

He wants to pant her name to night air, or to moan it or groan it or any other thing, but his arms aren't enough to hold him up and his voice fails him at about the same moment, even if all he's thinking is België, België, België as he feels her lips upon him. Anything he wishes to say gets sucked away on the inhale and whined out when it suddenly isn't enough to be worthy of how he's feeling, of what she's doing to him.

Whining, and the twitch of his cock and the shuddering of his stomach follows suit and no matter how hard he clamps down his voice, cuts it off midway - that involuntary twitch isn't a thing he can control and next breath finds him sighing out her name.

Even he's not sure if it's warning, begging, or encouragement, and frankly he couldn't give a shit how it sounds.]

[bellabelgium]

[ The whining is almost a surprise, she knows he's not the type to every whine... complain maybe but NEVER whine. But she knows at the moment there isn't much else he can do. She may be doing the same thing if this position was reversed so she can't blame him when she hears it. Still, it isn't something she hears often and she finds herself savoring it, letting it encourage her.

She can feel him twitching, just the most subtle of movements, and she brings her hand up to take hold of him through his shorts, taking a little more of him into her mouth with every gentle suck of her lips of flick of her tongue, pulling away every minute or so to let the cool air hit the damp cloth before she engulfs him in damp warmth once again. ]

[handelaar]

[Complaining about the feel of her mouth on him is almost unthinkable, but then again, he's not really thinking. Between her thighs and her elbows and the waistband of the trousers halfway down his thighs he's trapped, trapped too between her hot mouth and his tented shorts, and rather than buck up he shudders and grips the blanket and lets his whine trail into low groans and cut-off, nonsensical words that are slowly turning into cut-off, nonsensical pleads.]

[bellabelgium]

[ She's surprisingly tuned in to the sounds he's making, listening to him groan and even plead... he's coming unwound slowly but surely, and it's only making her want more. She wants to watch him fall apart, completely lose himself with and in her. She works at him only a few minutes longer like this before she's slowly pulling her mouth off of him, fingers hooking into the waist of his boxers before she's slowly pulling them down, revealing his throbbing arousal to the cool night air and the soft touch of her fingers and lips as she takes hold of him and kisses his tip. ]

[handelaar]

[He closes his eyes and lets out a long, slow breath as he feels her pull his boxers down - all relief - finally.

Only for the first press of her lips upon him to wind him right back up, never mind that it's only a bare, warm touch. They're her lips and somehow that fact combined with how rare a feeling it is sends his fingers digging through the blanket and into the ground below.]

[bellabelgium]

[ The sight of him like this is one she revels in, the brief relief on his face followed by the sudden struggle to keep control again, it's a wide range of emotions all in such a short span of time that it's almost difficult to take in. Then again, she's the only one who can make him feel such a wide range of emotions in a short amount of time no matter the situation.

She slowly takes more and more of him into her mouth, going as far as she can and making sure to tend to what her lips can't reach with her hand. It's only a matter of moments before working him slowly, hand moving in time with her mouth, sighing around him as her bangs fall and shade over her eyes. ]

[handelaar]

[His fingers dig and his hips arch up as she pulls him in, deeper and deeper, despite himself, and he can't even look down because he'd lose it - instead he jerks his head to the side and arches his back and moans, bare and wavering, to the air - wrangles out two syllables (her name) to catch her attention because he'd rather not come this way.

With the booze and the drugs and the aftermath of coming - he'd be useless, he'd fall asleep right there beneath her and the stars, and she deserves more than that.]

[bellabelgium]

[ The call is light and almost not there at all but she hears it, so soft and breathless that it rings in her ears and swirls in the pit of her stomach. It catches all of her attention and she glances up to look at him through a curtain of honey colored waves, slowly pulling her mouth off of him. ]

[handelaar]

[It... takes him a few moments after she pulls away to register, and isn't that sad. It takes him another few to finally look down at her, and when he does his mouth goes dry and he bucks up despite everything telling him not to - looks bashful over the brush of his cock against her jawline, but doesn't look away, even over the thin line his mouth makes when he does it.

One deep breath, two, and he's licking his lips and jerking his chin up - come here.]

[bellabelgium]

[ For a moment she thinks she may have made a mistake, the thin line of his mouth an expression she's seen before. But the moment he beckons her closer her dread melts away and she smiles, sitting up and crawling over him, holding herself up on her hands as she brings herself just close enough to brush the tip if her nose to his. ]

[handelaar]

[Oh, fuck, and then all he sees is skirts and her expression and even that isn't quite what he wants, but he's not sure if he wants her to direct it or for him to. He'd rather follow her directions, but all the same he'd rather feel the taste of her grinding against his mouth, feel her holding him down by the temples and grinding into him. To point it out would take it away.

All he has is body language, but he wants her to want it. If she doesn't, why bother at all.

So he nudges up, both with hips and with nuzzles, nose against nose - more, more, go on. Do what you want to. Do anything you want to.]

[bellabelgium]

[ It doesn't matter either way because when she feels him respond her lips are on his, kissing him slowly and wholly, hand coming up to curl around his neck and keep him close. It takes a little balancing and a little more brain power that she's got at the moment but she manages to shift to the one spot she wants to be, bare, warm, slick skin just up against his cock, brushing up against him with one slow, subtle roll of her hips. She needs friction there, some sort of touch to help quell the dull, throbbing ache between her legs, anything for a little relief. ]

[handelaar]

[He almost lets out a laugh right against her mouth but, after a short burst of air, recovers quick enough, taking a second to pull himself together before he leans his head back against the covers and tries to bring her down with him. Well. If that's what she wants he's got no problem with it. He shifts so that he's pressing back, basically rubbing himself against her with matching rolls of his hips while his hands find their way beneath the skirts to circle around, up, her thighs. And then, further up.]

[bellabelgium]

[ As much as she enjoys grinding against his mouth it's just too much trouble to shift and move into that position at the moment, especially when she's as preoccupied with kissing his lips as she is right now.

She falls back with him, laughing softly as she kisses him, letting it melt into a sigh as she rocks against him slowly. ]

[handelaar]

[For a few moments he's content with huffed kisses, warm, soft skin and soft lips and slow rocking, just feeling... But she's wound him up way too much for that to last very long, and without her taking the reigns and the fact that he no longer feels the need to be so, so cautious, so very careful with her, he starts to slip back into old habits. Pliant kisses slide into nips and something just a little more bruising, his hands on her thighs stop caressing and slide up to grip at her ass, and their slow rocking is turning into something more akin to thrusting on his end.]

I'm so sorry I'm forever slow. ;_;

[bellabelgium]

[ For a moment she doesn't even realize what's happening, so caught up in him and the way he feels beneath her that she doesn't realize just how hard he's kissing her until their lips are crushing and teeth are scraping together. Then she feels his large hands take hold of her and his hips thrust up, earning a soft, breathy gasp against his lips.

At first she feels a knot in her stomach but it quickly melts into something else, a tingle running down her veins like static and pulsing between her legs, making her flush a deep pink. ]

Pffffff I'll wait forever hush you /o/

[handelaar]

[When she gasps he rips his lips away to nose at her cheek, and while it's still prodding and insistent and wanting it's still just as intimate as any kiss could be. That's something he's never given to anyone else and he'll give it over readily to her, that closeness which a gesture so small implies.

He's waiting on her to make that final move, even if his huffs and hips and sweaty palms grow increasingly haphazard and wanton at the feel and sound and smell of her above him - it's not careful, but it's not as pushy as he was, earlier. He won't go that far. Insistent, yeah, but not demanding.]

[bellabelgium]

[ She takes the moment to draw in a deep, shaky breath when he breaks their kiss, sighing softly into his ear as she curls her arm around his neck. Slowly, she drags her free hand down his collarbone and chest, touching, urging, pushing back as they get lost in each other. When she has him like this it's hard for her not to leg go. He makes her feel wanted and sexy-- like she's the only woman who could ever make him feel this way and it makes her feel good.

On the other hand, despite it all, she knows he won't make a move without her consent. It's a small habit that she's come to realize is just a protected layer of respect. She appreciates it, even admires it. It just goes to show that even when he's at his limits he's thinking about her and what she wants as well.

And what she wants is to hear him moan and lose control. It only takes her a few moments to shift a little higher, aligning herself with one slow, fluid motion before she's slowly sinking onto him, lips parting to let out a soft mewl, her cheeks blushing pink and eyes fluttering but lidded and dark and locked on his. Everything in her expression is telling him to watch her, to see what he does to her, to LOOK at the pleasure in her eyes as she takes him wholly. ]

[handelaar]

[At first his breath simply halts where it is, gripping his chest and stopping his heart and choking in a knot halfway up his throat. This is - new. She's liked sex, yeah. And she's batted her lashes, teased him, looked up while placing his hand upon her breast or while sucking him off, looked down while jacking him off, mewled as he grinds her against the kitchen counters and she's blushed more times than he knows.

But she's never demanded-

She's never been demanding. So that on top of her looking at him; her, on top, ordering him.


He does moan, quiet and low and all too ready to see more, but cuts himself off because even now he can't quite bring himself to let go completely. Doesn't trust himself to.]

[bellabelgium]

[ At the same time, she doesn't think she's ordering at all, just giving the permission he's always waiting for, giving him the okay, letting him know that she wants this and that it's alright. So when he cuts off that low, beautiful moan she gives her head a shake and draws herself closer to him, breath already heavy against his lips, rocking against him as her fingers curl around his neck and play at the ends of his hair, urging him to keep going, her encouragements soft and wanting. ]

Please, don't hold back. [ Kisses his lips. ] I want you so much it hurts...

[handelaar]

[It all ends up being the same thing in his mind, some strange and tangled thing that he's glad not to have to explain and that he can only hope she gets. Ordering him to act, permitting him to do as he pleases, it doesn't matter how it's framed so long as the lines are there and that they both know where they are.

More important is that they both know that they know... he jerks up against her hips and arches back when she touches him just so, lets his breath lurch its way in and out and still doesn't meet her eyes, gives a huff and a short shake of his head - he won't. Can't. Something. He won't push them over that edge, not tonight, and that he's even willing to admit there's an edge makes him blush, furiously. That he feels bad about it? Makes him blush all the way to the tops of his ears.]

[bellabelgium]

[ She mirrors the head shake when he does it, fingers threading into his hair, keeping him as close as she can as she rocks a little harder into him, trying to coax him out of this hesitance of his, just like she tries to do every time they're like this. It's always "not tonight", but if not tonight then when? ]

No, don't do that... Don't tell me no again. Please-- I want it too. You know I want it too.

[handelaar]

No - y'didn't.

[He doesn't mean it to be accusing and it doesn't come out like that, either, between his caution and how damn distracted he is when she meets him. Other than the breathlessness, and his low, strangled tone, it just sounds like any other fact that he'd like to establish and move on from. The way she touches him does just enough to strip his voice bare, the way she sounds is good enough to rip what he's thinking away from his throat, too.]

If ya don't, I don't.

[There's nothing more true than that, and he finally, finally, meets her eyes.]