Re: Fill: Wax On, Wax Off, fShep/Garrus 8/9
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May 28 2013, 01:44:55 UTC
Shepard moves and Garrus moves to match her intent, swinging his leg over the bench so that he's no longer straddling it and she's kneeling before him. She picks up the oil and wordlessly starts with a foot and rubbing in with care. She doesn't even rush; it's strange but she GETS the rules and that he needs to follow those rules.
You need to go as fast as the oiling; which was not very fast at all. Everybody knew that. If you wanted quick and dirty, you took it to a sparring room and knocked each other around a few rounds. Bathhouses were for taking time.
He leaned back against the wall and just breathed, so that his own arousal was a manageable level. She got to a spur and was distracted by it, feeling the juncture where it parted from his calf. Garrus snickered fondly. Her boundless curiosity was part and parcel of her appeal.
She looked up when he snickered.
“Okay, wise guy,” Shepard murmured.
She moved on, smoothing oil upwards on his thigh. His cock twitched, but otherwise he remained still. She moved back down, picking up his other foot and setting to work.
It felt relaxing good, and he closed his eyes again.
He was going to learn to quit getting surprised that she'd take advantage of that, because when she was done with his other thigh, she pushed his legs further apart before swirling her tongue around the tip, precisely the way she did on that popsicle.
That dip, that slide, that suck-
YeeeeaaahgoodgoodGOOD-
And then she made the executive decision to destroy all higher brain functions by swallowing.
Garrus cried out, pinned down by her as she took her fill of him.
People were definitely looking, now. Garrus gloated to himself for a moment, because he got sucked off and they could all go stew in their envy, that's what-
Shepard was wiping the corner of her mouth and she wasn't expecting Garrus to pounce.
He caught her in his arms, laying her out on her towel, spreading her legs, opening up that pink core before plunging in ravenously with his tongue.
He tasted sweat and saturate, soft quivering from every lick and flick and when he got a thumb rubbing alongside her clit she came off the bench from that, toes scrabbling for purchase. He looks up and she's fondling herself, so he reaches out with his free hand, taking hold of a breast and rolling the pads of his fingers over a nipple and it makes her cry, makes her shake.
He feels her, that last triumphant clench and groan and he moves up, looking down on her as she lays there, flushed and supine and gloriously beautiful.
Shepard reaches out, tracing a finger over his hardness, before taking hold and angling her hips to guide him. It's good, so good when he slides in and she caresses his neck.
He makes an experimental thrust and bursts out with a laugh.
“Problem?” Shepard's eyebrows quirk.
“Um,” he thrusts again and makes another barely suppressed snicker. “You jiggle. When I do that.”
Shepard glances down at her breasts.
“So I do. Think you can work around that, big guy?”
She thrusts up to meet his downstroke and he moans from it.
“Oh, yeah. Yep. Shutting up now.”
Her first orgasm took the edge off nicely for her; she was bucking back, biting her lip, goading him to go faster, deeper, do it like that, give it to her like that, that's an order- yesyesyesYESFUCKYES-
She goes first, curling, clenching, and that's more than enough to have him grip her hard one last time, riding that slickshock high after her.
…
She's doing that thing with her lips and her tongue on his face again.
“What's that?”
“What's what?”
“You were just doing it. What's that?”
Shepard blinks before making a soft smile. It looks gorgeous on her.
You need to go as fast as the oiling; which was not very fast at all. Everybody knew that. If you wanted quick and dirty, you took it to a sparring room and knocked each other around a few rounds. Bathhouses were for taking time.
He leaned back against the wall and just breathed, so that his own arousal was a manageable level. She got to a spur and was distracted by it, feeling the juncture where it parted from his calf. Garrus snickered fondly. Her boundless curiosity was part and parcel of her appeal.
She looked up when he snickered.
“Okay, wise guy,” Shepard murmured.
She moved on, smoothing oil upwards on his thigh. His cock twitched, but otherwise he remained still. She moved back down, picking up his other foot and setting to work.
It felt relaxing good, and he closed his eyes again.
He was going to learn to quit getting surprised that she'd take advantage of that, because when she was done with his other thigh, she pushed his legs further apart before swirling her tongue around the tip, precisely the way she did on that popsicle.
That dip, that slide, that suck-
YeeeeaaahgoodgoodGOOD-
And then she made the executive decision to destroy all higher brain functions by swallowing.
Garrus cried out, pinned down by her as she took her fill of him.
People were definitely looking, now. Garrus gloated to himself for a moment, because he got sucked off and they could all go stew in their envy, that's what-
Shepard was wiping the corner of her mouth and she wasn't expecting Garrus to pounce.
He caught her in his arms, laying her out on her towel, spreading her legs, opening up that pink core before plunging in ravenously with his tongue.
He tasted sweat and saturate, soft quivering from every lick and flick and when he got a thumb rubbing alongside her clit she came off the bench from that, toes scrabbling for purchase. He looks up and she's fondling herself, so he reaches out with his free hand, taking hold of a breast and rolling the pads of his fingers over a nipple and it makes her cry, makes her shake.
He feels her, that last triumphant clench and groan and he moves up, looking down on her as she lays there, flushed and supine and gloriously beautiful.
Shepard reaches out, tracing a finger over his hardness, before taking hold and angling her hips to guide him. It's good, so good when he slides in and she caresses his neck.
He makes an experimental thrust and bursts out with a laugh.
“Problem?” Shepard's eyebrows quirk.
“Um,” he thrusts again and makes another barely suppressed snicker. “You jiggle. When I do that.”
Shepard glances down at her breasts.
“So I do. Think you can work around that, big guy?”
She thrusts up to meet his downstroke and he moans from it.
“Oh, yeah. Yep. Shutting up now.”
Her first orgasm took the edge off nicely for her; she was bucking back, biting her lip, goading him to go faster, deeper, do it like that, give it to her like that, that's an order- yesyesyesYESFUCKYES-
She goes first, curling, clenching, and that's more than enough to have him grip her hard one last time, riding that slickshock high after her.
…
She's doing that thing with her lips and her tongue on his face again.
“What's that?”
“What's what?”
“You were just doing it. What's that?”
Shepard blinks before making a soft smile. It looks gorgeous on her.
“It's a kiss. It's the way humans kiss.”
Garrus thinks for a moment. It's nice.
“Okay. I just needed to know what it is.”
He lowers his mouth to hers and kisses her back.
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THEY ARE DOING THIS IN FRONT OF OTHERS!?!?!?!? What if there were kids at this bathhouse?
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