[TM] Boston... fucking city.

Jul 26, 2007 01:19

Ty wasn't even sure how the hell he got roped into coming to Boston to visit Moe, but apparently it was 'fair trade' which wasn't as big of a deal as he had made it out to seem. The big deal that had spanned several phone calls of complaining, a few emails tossed back and forth and even an instant messenger conversation or three. He was making it ( Read more... )

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what_ivedone August 28 2007, 05:33:41 UTC
Feeling her fingers press hard into muscle Ty let a less than playful snip at her bottom lip shine through for a moment, and when she spoke up urging him to stop taking his time he pulled back from her, letting his free hand wind around loose hair at the nape of her neck, "No more talking, unless it's telling me where and how fast."

Then it was back to kissing her his possessive nature rearing its head for the moment as he walked down the hall as she directed him and found the door on the left with ease. One hand still clung to her back, holding her in place while the other pushed the door open as he walked through and took a quick glance to at least get the layout so he didn't trip over something.

A few steps toward the bed and he pressed his knee to the mattress easing Moe onto her back and off of his hips reluctantly. His hands moved down against her leg, picking it up as he stood back to standing. A slight bend and he was pressing a kiss to her ankle before dropping her foot back to the softness of her comforter.

He was deadly silent except for a few deep exhalations through his nose, staring intently at her as she tried to keep herself as composed as she could given the circumstances he was putting onto her. His hands drew his shirt up over his head, letting it drop to the floor beside him before his hands moved to unbuckle his belt and the button of his jeans. His eyes locked onto her as he slipped the zipper down and let his jeans hang against his hips loosely, the proof that all that was between him and her now was her underwear and his jeans falling to the ground was right there.

One hand reached for her ankle again, playfully pulling her forward on the bed with a healthy tug. Once she was close enough he got a hold of her wrist and got her up to a seated position. Bending down still holding onto her hand he leaned into a kiss. Full and passionate, he kissed her as if he wanted to make her lean into him without even moving. Just a raw force of nature that he knew he could contain as long as he wanted to, as long as she was willing to let him.

His fingers laced against the top of her hand, pressing her palm against his stomach and below his navel as he continued the kiss. Guiding her hand against him, and into his jeans that were still hovering against his hips. His fingertips brushed against his erection first, then her slender touch as he pulled from the kiss for a moment drawing in a sharp breath at the slight contact. It was only a seconds worth of air, but he was glad he took it when his free hand pressed against the waist of his jeans dropping them to the floor before moving that hand beneath her thighs and picking her up slightly... just enough to get his knee back up onto the bed and feel her body at least start to get close to his. All he wanted was for more of her to be touching him, and even as he deepened that kiss further he wasn't sure how much closer he could get to her.

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human_sorta August 31 2007, 20:37:00 UTC
Moe stretched out and watched him as he stripped, wishing for a moment that she was doing it instead...running her hands over that sculpted torso, opening his jeans and shoving her hand inside to finally *touch* him...

Then he tugged her towards the edge of the bed and he was guiding her hand there, as if he'd read her mind himself. Maybe she was broadcasting her thoughts without meaning to...it didn't matter. All that mattered was that she could run her fingers along his length, at least a little, constricted a little still by the fact that his jeans were still on.

As he started pushing her back, though, knee on the bed and finally naked in front of her, she laid a hand on his chest and broke the kiss to stop him, just for a moment so she could pull back just enough to let her gaze wander over him. She'd had demon lovers with mortal guises before, but never *as* a mortal. The heat of his body felt good against her skin, but so did the feel of his chest beneath her fingers, just barely dusted with fine hair that tickled her palm lightly.

She caught him without warning, using all the strength she had to catch his shoulders and fall back onto the bed, dragging him down with her, then rolling so she was stretched out on top of him. Letting her hair hang down, she slid down the length of his body, allowing it to dance teasingly over his skin as she got to her feet just long enough to slip out of her panties and back onto the bed.

She wanted him quickly, and she wanted him now...but she wanted *this* more, as she shifted to straddle his waist and bent to kiss him again, cradling his face between her hands and feeling his hands on her body. The tastes, the textures, the feel of a man responding to her touch was so different in this body...amplified to a level she could hardly stand.

And she wanted to feel it *all*.

So she took her time, letting her hands explore his skin while her tongue learned the taste of him. The swell of pectoral muscle, the flavor of his skin as she broke the kiss to trail her lips down the center of his chest...the lean, sharp curve of ribs and hips, the softness of skin as she slid down to nuzzle his belly before favoring him with a few sharp bites that she instantly soothed with her tongue...it was all twice as exciting as it had ever been, and as she stopped just shy of his navel and worked her way back up again, she felt herself wanting to hurry again.

Slipping back up to kiss him, Moe lightly fisted both her hands in his dreads as she shifted her hips and rocked herself against him teasingly with a slow smile that dared him to do something.

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what_ivedone September 4 2007, 03:15:37 UTC
Her body was warm against his, and her hands nearly had a mind of their own as they moved across the surface of his skin creating a path for her lips and tongue to follow. All the playful nips of skin and the teasing touches of her hands were easily met by his own hands pressing to her back, and against her hips, along soft skin of her thighs and up into her hair each time she moved back to kiss his mouth.

Feeling her knees pressing against his sides, and her hands taking safety in the thick of his hair his fingertips pressed along the nape of her neck as his mouth nearly fed upon hers. That same tender kiss of his that contained such passion and heat with a simple parting of his lips each time it caught to hers continued even as he felt a smile turn up at the corners of her lips.

That smirk he kissed was near a grin as he felt her heat pressing right against him, and that slight rock of her hips putting pressure on him a bit more steady and constant. Nipping at her bottom lip Ty let one hand free itself from the tangle of her hair to slide along her spine until he could rest his palm against the small of her back. With one fluid motion Ty rolled them onto their sides, letting his kiss part so he could meet her eyes once more, seeing that look of intent and desire burning in her gaze. Drawing his hand along her side and leaning into her a bit he let fingers catch to the back of her thigh, pulling her closer to him, and letting her knee rest against his hip a bit higher until her heel was pressing into the back of his thigh. Strong hands moved along her skin brushing against her heat lightly as he took a hold of himself, pressing the tip of him against her.

That single sensation of her pressed right to him as he teased her with himself nearly sent a shudder through him, but a deep breath later and he was letting his fingers brush back along her still taking a hold of his erection as he slipped two of his fingers into her, letting her body adjust to the feeling. His mouth found hers once more, kissing her with a bit more than just the animalistic nature that he usually had. Ty's kiss was bordering on gentle and more in tune with the actual emotions he was feeling, even though he'd probably never admit to it. Letting a lot of this entire experience guide him, as his fingers continued into her, waiting for her to be more than just willing... but ready.

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human_sorta September 4 2007, 05:01:19 UTC
When he rolled her, Moe finally felt her anticipation grow, as well as her passion and, in a way, her satisfaction. *This* was what she wanted...her most basic need, at its core: to be taken, to be had...to take had have him right back.

A moan left her as she felt the tip of him, teasing against her and making her rock forward, trying to urge him inside of her. She expected it to be uncomfortable, to hurt given his size and her physical virginity...

...but she didn't expect the feel of his fingers teasing over her sex, then slipping inside of her. She didn't expect the slow, deliberate pressure of every stroke as he worked her, prepared her...she didn't expect that he'd make sure she was ready for him.

That he'd try to make the physical part easier.

And it felt *good*, too, not as good as his cock would feel but still...it was slow and firm and different, and it was the first time she'd felt such an intimate touch with a human body.

She'd had no *idea.*

Her fingers sank into his shoulders as her head fell back, as her hips moved against every stroke, her body coming awake in a way it never had in her previous life. And he wasn't even really fucking her yet, he wasn't doing anything but fingering her and it was like...no words. There were no words, just a loss of reason and heat and sensation and *him*, kissing her and finger fucking her and going *way* above and beyond the call of duty holy *shit*...

//I didn't know...I had no idea...// She was broadcasting her thoughts without meaning to. She couldn't help it, couldn't stop it as she rocked her hips hard against his hand and slid a hand down to touch him, their hands brushing as she let her fingers tease over the length of him.

"Ty..." she breathed, hating the fact that she sounded like she was begging, and really *was* begging. "*Please*..."

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what_ivedone September 4 2007, 05:34:28 UTC
His breathing had slowed to a steadiness that came with patience and perseverance that he knew he was going to need just for this first time. Waiting it out just to make sure that everything wasn't going to be marked down as one of *those* first times for her. Ty knew that deep down he was more than the surface and the rough bastard of a guy, because deep down he actually cared.

Those single thoughts of hers shot through to his core though, that naivety nearly fueling him onward to a point that he wasn't aware of. Giving someone this sort of sensation, this kind of awareness about their own body was intoxicating. That and the added sensation of her fingers stroking along him, and just how aroused she had become from his stimulations it was nearly too much for him.

Moe was pleading with him, and he wanted to succumb to her needs, but he had to refocus for a moment, making sure that when he finally did it wasn't going to be too much for him. He leaned against her neck, breathing in the warmth of her skin and as his mouth pressed to her he let his tongue trace against her pulse for a moment as he started to shift his hips.

Fingers wrapped against hers along the length his cock, giving a bit of pressure along the shaft as he helped her guide himself into her. Tentatively he entered her, giving her a bit and allowing her to adjust as well as himself. The warmth of the confines he was surrounding himself with was enough to draw a low hiss from his lips as he continued into her with little resistance. Letting go of his cock his hand pressed against the back of her thigh pulling her flush to his body, creating that blur between their two forms of where she ended and he began.

Once he felt her pressed up against him, and he could feel that tension surrounding his erection he exhaled and pulled his mouth from her neck, meeting her eyes and making sure she was okay. It had been a long time since his actual first time, and yet he still remembered that one moment when it all went from being something new to being something amazing. His free hand brushed away a strand of hair before he leaned in and kissed her.

His mouth parted against hers, catching her bottom lip in a playful nip before he captured her mouth again, deepening the kiss with an intensity that was only soon to be matched elsewhere he knew. A subtle shift of his body and he pressed Moe onto her back, supporting his weight on one elbow as he began a slow rhythm into her. Every time he moved into her he could feel her tighten against him and her hips rock upward into his. The sensation he felt just making his kissing more passionate and his free hand pull against her hip, tugging her body up to his in time with his motions. Even if he hadn't been without for the past month or so, even if he hadn't been building up this moment in his head since that first kiss... even if he hadn't known this was her first time this way... it still would have been almost too much for even him to deal with all at once.

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human_sorta September 12 2007, 17:37:00 UTC
He was careful as he finally guided himself into her...so cautious, and in his own way so *caring* that Moe was touched, even through the haze of lust that clouded her thoughts and her vision. The expected pain came, but it wasn't nearly as bad as she knew it should have been...all because he'd been so sweet to her.

So she rode out that first familiar sting...pinprick compared to her *actual* first time. It was a lot more painful in her demonic form...maybe the gods had made her people that way in order to try and tell them something.

But this...when the pain faded and she was just left with the familiar feel of a man inside her, and that odd, stretching discomfort of her body finally breaking itself in...it was something she knew very well, and yet not at all.

The body was virgin, but as Ty pressed her back and finally started to move, she matched his thrusts with an educated roll of her hips, slow and small at first until she started to adjust to him and could finally match his rhythm, stroke for stroke.

When he kissed her, she grinned and returned the affectionate nip with one of her own, running her hands up his body and to his shoulders, sliding them up to cradle his face as she pulled him closer, deepened the kiss further...took him higher, pulled him in further. One leg wrapped around his waist to urge him deeper and harder, her tongue twining against his, matching the rhythm of their bodies as she tightened her muscles around him.

It was a not-so-subtle reminder that he didn't *have* to be careful...that this part she knew. And yet she didn't...not really. Sex in her previous life had been hot and brutal and exciting...making love as a human was warmth and sensation, even as the passion between them spiked still hotter. It reminded her less of what she knew as sex and more of temple worship during her childhood: frenzied, physical, and intense to the point of being frightening, perhaps, but always softened by a devotional aspect.

And that's what this was...the realization came to her as she finally rolled Ty on his back and rose over him, bodies still joined as she continued to move, harder and faster, driving herself closer to that edge of blissful insanity. It was a different kind of worship...it celebrated that singular ability that *only* humans had to heal and to hurt all in the same action...to love and hate with the same heart.

Leaning down to kiss him again, Moe tangled her fingers in the warmth of his dreads and stopped thinking coherently, learning her most important lesson about being human by letting go...giving herself over to the orgasm she could feel hovering so close as she let Ty drag her over the edge and into the glorious abyss.

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