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[Shivers crawl up and down his spine as she touches him and it feels as if his legs want to give out already. He has to lean back against the nearest wall to stay upright, biting d down on his scale dotted fist as he watches her hand slide up and down his budding erection. It throbbed in her hand when she touched the tip of him.]

No argument here.

[He sighs, trying to resist the urge to grab her hand and thrust into her fist in order to get himself off. Patience would be his reward after all. He certainly saw no down side to her hands on him.]

[ She follows him with her mouth as he leans against the wall, her lips gently sucking a path along his throat, her hand moving languidly along his length. She knows what he wants, so maybe that's why she's doing the opposite, while still trying to give him pleasure. Having him at her mercy satisfies that dark part of her that loves having power over him. The feral creature in the forest, that had circled him like prey. ]

What do you want, Ben?

[He tries breathing through his nose, biting down on his lip to keep from moaning. He didn't know why he was refusing to give her the satisfaction of knowing what she was doing to him, but then she already could sense it through their connection so it was moot. She knew what he wanted but now he was becoming indecisive, hearing her ask.

He tries to speak but it's breathless and his sentences are broken up while he tries to keep his voice even.]

... Feels nice. I can't decide if I want your mouth or your cunt more than this.

[ She lets out a breathy laugh against his neck, unbelievably turned on just by this, touching him and feeling his reactions, both physically and through the Force. If it weren't for those talons she'd insist on him fingering her while she stroked him. As it is she shifts so she can press her cunt against his thigh, relieving some of the pressure though nowhere near enough.

The water still sprays over them and she hums against his neck, sucking red spots into his skin as she considers his words. ]

It would be hard for me to breathe if I sucked you off, with the water on. Though maybe that's what you want.

I can- [He grabs her waist with one hand, holding her close when she pressed her cunt to his thigh.] We can turn the water off if you really want to suck me off.

[He'd rather she not drown and he definitely wanted to watch her take him into her mouth. The alternative was the two of them like this, though he regretted not being able to stick his fingers into her cunt and get her off as she was doing him right now.]

I'm not- ah - too picky right now. Your hand is- [Groaning softly, he is unable to stifle the sounds he makes behind his hand in time. He jerks his hips a bit, now completely hard in her hands.] really good.

[ Her hand not wrapped around his cock holds onto his shoulder, a low whine issuing from her throat when his hips jerking jostle her just enough to spike the delicious ache between her thighs. That's not really going to cut it for her. ]

I think what I want is for you to fuck me against this bathroom wall.

[He whines at her suggestion, wanting what it so badly he felt as if he might burst at the seams. It’s hard for him to stay focused, calm and collected, when she talks that way.]

That could get - [He takes a breath.] wet. Slippery. Fuck. Whatever you want.

[She was touching him and it was driving him wild. He reaches for her thighs then, his claws digging in sharply has he yanks her to his hips. She was open to him then and he wanted to fuck her just like this. She would feel every inch of him when he pushed into her. It start with her pressed roughly into the wall, sandwiched between his solid wall of muscle and bathroom wall as water still rained down on them and made his hair dripping wet.]

I didn’t get to use my fingers first. Is that okay? Do you need to...?

[He wanted to fuck her until she couldn’t walk, not hurt her. That was at war with his desire to shove every inch into her lovely cunt and feel her walls squeeze and convulse around him while he gave her what she wanted.]

[ Her breath is knocked out of her when he lifts her and presses her into the wall. She wraps one of her arms around his neck, her legs tightening around his waist. ]

I'm good. Still loose from earlier.

[ Smirking a little she presses her mouth against his temple, ignoring the water pouring over them as she does. At least for a second. He is more her focus, his warm body pressed against hers, his cock poised to bury inside her as she moves it with her hand. ]

[He groans, trying to hold himself still until she guides him to her cunt and the slide of skin on skin draws another needy sound out of him. Rocking his hips into her, one of his hands finds the shower wall while the other holds her up.]

You're going to be the death of me.

[He chuckles, kissing along her jaw while they find their rhythm. She was wet and warm against his skin, inside and out. He wanted to keep her here for days, however long he could during Sanguis.]

You're mine. No one else can touch you.

[His eyes are hooded as he murmurs similar sentiments, groaning and sighing as he thrust against into her.]

[ Rey moans as he pushes into her, her hand sliding out from between them to make its way into his wet hair. She arches her back into him, though quickly realizes as they move that she needs to minimize her movement otherwise she'll slide down the wall.

The angle and movement is so good, the tension in the pit of her stomach winding and coiling as he thrusts against her, her hips moving subtly to his motion. ]

I wouldn't let anyone else touch me. Only you. You're all I've ever wanted.

[ She murmurs in return, some comments a little nonsensical than others as he shifts just right and makes her squirm, her fingers digging into his wet skin, but no less fervent. ]

Good.

[He holds her tighter when she tries experimenting with moving and she slides a little. Adjusting her fixed it. The angle and the tempo with which their bodies met was as natural has breathing. They had done this before, after all.]

We're definitely going to need another shower after this.

[He smiles mischievously, kissing her while she remained nearly pinned to the bathroom wall and he rutted into her. The shower beat against his skin, making water drip down his back and over his chest. He would push his hair out of the way if he weren't otherwise preoccupied.

The more he moved in and out of her the more keyed up it made him. Already he was getting closer and closer to release. His muscles were tight, anticipating it.]

[ She giggles at his comment, cut off by a sigh as he hits her deep and in a spot that makes her whole body sing, her hands pushing his hair away from his face for him, as she searches for his mouth with her own. The sensation of the water washing over them is somehow adding to the pleasure of the moment, the feeling of him inside her and around her.

Biting her lip she tries to draw it out, keep from reaching that precipice too early, wanting to keep him inside her until the universe dies. ]

You're getting close, aren't you? I can feel it.

[That makes him cant his hips harder into her, wanting her to feel every inch he gives her. He wanted her to feel it right up until the moment her orgasm crested.]

You want to come on my cock.

[He grunts as he bottoms out again and again, the sound of skin meeting skin punctuating his thrusts while his nails dug into her flesh. He could feel his own control slipping while she tried to draw this out. She would probably be sore later, in a few ways, but he was past the point of being gentle. He was drunk on the way she touched him, the way she felt with her legs around his hips and her cunt taking him in.]

You don't have to hold yourself back.

[ The dirty talk always does her in. There's something dark and depraved in her that loves when he growls in her ear as he loses himself, lets go and is just good emotions and hers twisted up within the Force and washing over them. She whimpers again his cheek, pressing her face to damp skin and rolling her hips to chase the feeling of him inside her, filling her more completely than she'd ever dreamed. ]

Yes, Ben...

[ She breathes, releasing herself from trying to hold back, as much as she doesn't want it to end it's hard for her to deny him. Without her trying to stay in control it's a matter of seconds before she comes, toes and her entire body curling around him, shudders rippling through her body as she peaks and falls. ]

[His hips are frenzied when she comes and he drags her there without hesitation. He wasn't interested in going slow right now. Always, he wanted to drag her down with him into that dark abyss and make her feel a modicum of his near depraved thoughts for her. It wasn't the healthiest obsession, but it was his. She was like a drug.

He holds her hips still against his when he comes, his eyes shut tightly as he fills her with his spend. The should have been trying to shower but it was hard for him to stay focused when all he wanted to do was find the nearest surface and press her against it or bend her over it. That aching need was like an itch he couldn't scratch. It only shut off in his head between moon cycles.

When he comes down he takes a moment just to breathe. She was crammed up against him, stuck between him and the shower. His cock was still inside of her, softening while his essence settled inside of her and would probably drip down her thighs when he eventually lets her go. His perfect girl. The other half of his twisted soul.]

You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

[His chest is heaving still from the exertion and the water, now losing some of it's warmth, was still beating down on them. Still, he couldn't stop staring at her in wonderment.]

[ She holds him as he comes, riding the wave with him, letting his feelings wash over her and mingle with her own fried senses, everything causing the muscles in her abdomen to clench and spasm. She's breathing heavy with him, seeing him but still tingling from head to toe when he speaks. She blinks water away and smiles, leaning in to kiss him. ]

You are too.

[His hands are still holding her against him when they kiss and he can't help but laugh a bit. He had such a hard time believing that he was worthy of love but she always made him feel like he had gifted her the stars just by staying with her. She made him feel worthy.]

Mm. [He kisses her once more, smiling against her lips.]

Well, I think I got that out of my system for a bit. Do you think you can handle a few more days of me pinning you down to random surfaces in your apartment?

[He carefully places her on her feet, untangling himself from her.]

[ She still holds onto him as he lets her stand on her feet, her limbs feeling a little like gelatin. The water still feels nice, and she pats his cheek, grinning at him. ]

I don't know how that's any different than any other day.

Normally I don't have claws or scales.

[He kisses her forehead, holding her steady while she finds her feet again.]

[ Her smile softens as he kisses her forehead, her arms slowly loosening around his shoulders, palms sliding down to his chest as she steadies herself. ]

No, that's true. Just means we'll have to get creative with foreplay, for a few days.

[ She bites her lip, tilting her head up to his, just resting the bridge of her nose against his jaw and closing her eyes, enjoying the closeness for a moment. ]

Or we could file your claws down. The scales don't bother me. Nor do the wings.

[The softness isn't lost on him. Part of him still rages against the fact that it's him she's chosen and that he far from deserves it. The other part of him wants to bask in this. She was akin to holding pure sunlight in his hands.]

What you don't like having holes poked into you?

[He chuckles, sweeping her hair over one shoulder so that he can kiss the one he's bared. It was tempting to stay like this until the water became ice, but he moves back a step so that she can have her own space.]

If you want to get cleaned up again, I can wash up once you're done? I feel like if I keep you in here the water will just get cold and I might not be able to completely behave myself.

[It was far from a regret, of course.]

[ Rey scrunches her nose at him, turning her face to his as he moves to kiss her shoulder. When he steps back she continues to smile at him, her hands lingering on his forearms. ]

You, not being able to behave yourself? That is news to me.

[ She bites her lip before letting go of him, turning to fish her washcloth from the bottom of the tub where it lay forgotten. Scrubbing herself down in the messy spots is a quick affair, and the water has already done most of the work for her, so once she's clean she turns to climb out of the shower. ]

All yours.

[He smiles a bit, shaking his head. Before she can get too far, he stops her to kiss her cheek one more time before letting her go.]

I'll be just a minute.

[It strikes him how domestic they're being. It wasn't a bad thing, though it felt foreign to him. Once he's clean, he turns the water off, shoving his hair back out of his face. If she manages to walk away to find clothes, he has a few minutes alone in her bathroom to stare at himself in the mirror.

It was still strange to imagine that this could be his life with her if he wanted it. They were already on the edge of something, if he wasn't so afraid to take the leap. It was one thing to decide he wouldn't ever be with someone else, but there were still parts of him that were afraid. It was hard to tell of what exactly.]

[ She smiles warmly when he kisses her cheek, touching his with her hand before going to get a towel and leaving the bathroom. Her heart feels light as she moves around her room, drying herself off as she moves, picking discarded clothing up and moving it to its proper place.

When he emerges from the bathroom she'll have on fresh underwear and a t-shirt that he'll probably recognize as one that he's left behind at some point. It's far too large for her, which is a lot of the appeal for her. She's sitting on the bed scrolling through her communication device. She looks up at him and smiles, pointing at the clothes she's left folded at the end of the bed. ]

Fresh boxers and sleep pants. I know you don't like sleeping with a shirt on and the wings certainly won't help.

[He reaches for the clothes once he's near the bed, slipping them on and kissing the side of her head in thanks.]

Thank you.

[He takes her in for a moment, eyebrows raising slightly.]

That's one of my shirts.

[It's large on her, black, and loose hanging. Of course it's his. The sight of it makes his throat bob and his teeth scrape over his lip.]

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