[Yosuke stares for a moment, at the picturesque image of Lisbeth spread and waiting. Then he licks his lips again and follows her into bed, just as she tells him to.]
[And with that, she takes his hand and places it between her legs. She in turn reaches over and takes him into her hand. Slowly, she begins to stroke him.]
[Whatever Yosuke is trying to say, it's obviously not a protest of any sort. His head drops back for a moment and he pants, thrusting into Lisbeth's hands a few times wantonly before he gets hold of himself enough to remember that he's supposed to be doing something for her, too. How did it go again...?
Up and down, right. She liked that one, not the circular motion. His hips jerk a few more times, try as he may to still them. But he manages to get a few strokes in for her, before he stops again, growling in the back of his throat a little.]
[When he starts to finally rub her clit, she sighs deeply and lays her head back. She digs her heels further into the mattress until he stops because he's so distracted by her hand. Lisbeth keeps her patience and she keeps stroking him, making sure to press her hand against his to remind him not to forget about her.]
[He's dizzy, really he is. Head all giddy with the rush of blood going out, maybe, or just with the hormones that suddenly have a reason to scream through his bloodstream. But Lisbeth pressing on his hand does remind him, and he shuts his eyes. Squeezes them closed, even.
It helps a little, not to be able to see her doing that glorious thing she's doing, and even with the slight callouses on the tips of his fingers he can still feel his way around her just fine. He remembers what she looks like perfectly, he's spent so much time staring these few times she's let him see it. Finding that magic little nub she likes for him to touch is easy, and he starts to rub it for her again. His hips start to jerk again too, but they do that all on their own, without any help from him.]
[it's not too long before her hips are bucking against his hand too, but she's not ashamed of it. Reaching up with her other hand, she snakes her fingers through his hair and grips it tightly as she grinds against his hand.]
[His eyes open, a little glossy at just the idea. The rhythm breaks up a bit, and he puzzles quietly over just what she means with her request. He's already using his fingers, right? There must be something else...]
[She figures he probably doesn't know what she means. Turning onto her side so she's facing him, she wraps her leg around his, keeping her legs spread enough for him to touch her.]
[Holy shit. He twitches in her hand, and stills his hips, panting hard and trying to get a grip on himself. It physically hurts, how hot that gets him. But he swallows hard and nods dumbly. Yeah, he can do that. Gods, can he ever do that.]
[And so he does. Still twitching, and writhing a bit, squirming uncomfortably against her. He starts slowly, sliding a finger in and out. It works, and he can see how it rubs against her in a way that she must like, and he has to stop again for a moment to get hold of himself.]
Oh, man. Oh, man...okay. Okay, um. S-squeeze my balls a little, alright? Not too tight, just...just... It-I can't-I need you to do that so I can do this.
[Her hand jerks when his first finger slips inside of her and she squeezes his dick a little firmly. She tightens every time it goes in. She sighs heavily against his ear, chuckling when he makes his request.]
Now you're getting the hang of it.
[She stops stroking him and brings her hand down to his balls. Gently, Lisbeth runs the backs of her nails across them before wrapping her hand around them and gently applying pressure. Lisbeth didn't want to squeeze too hard and scare him.]
[He groans, low in his throat. It hurts a bit, but that's good. It stops the tightening near-orgasm sensation long enough for him to pick up a rhythm for Lisbeth. His fingers glide in and out surprisingly easy, though he hesitates to slide them all the way in since they're sort of long. After a moment, he decides they're not as long as some of the things he knows have been inside of her, and goes for it anyway.]
[Her hips begin to buck against his hand repeatedly, almost humping into his hand. She's too far gone to give a fuck whether she looks ridiculous. Her grip tight in Yosuke's hair, she groans loudly.]
[His voice comes out with a definite hitch and a squeak, so he clears his throat. He squirms uncomfortably, leaking a bit of pre-come even without any added stimulation. Jesus. He's going to be lucky if he even gets it in her. Holy shit. but he does as she asks, and speeds up for her, wriggling uncomfortably. His mouth parts a little and he sighs, concentrating intently on the task at hand. Mmm, wow. This is...wow.]
[The pleasure is so great that Lisbeth forgets that this was just to get her wet, not off. However, it's past the point of no return and Yosuke's faster pace is bringing her closer to the edge. She tightens around his fingers until she can't hold back any longer.
Lisbeth grips his thigh tightly as she suddenly comes, grinding against his hand as she does.]
[Yosuke moans, loud and obscene. Holy shit. Holy shit. That was hot. He licks his lips and shakes his head, lost for words for a moment. There's this haze in his brain that won't clear, and his dick springs back up when Lisbeth grips his thigh. Shit...he's not going to last if she doesn't let him-he doesn't even know. He just needs to-needs to...]
[He leans down, kissing her deeply and hungrily. His hand slides out of her and up her body, landing at her breast and rubbing, squeezing, stroking. He hums a high pitched, needy whine at her.]
[Lisbeth returns his kiss, still panting heavily in between. She takes his hand and slips his fingers into her mouth. Lisbeth looks him in the eye as she sucks and licks her come off his fingers. After she's done, she gets up and straddles him, but not in the same way as the first time they'd had sex.
Lisbeth's back was turned to him as she grabbed his dick and guided him into her. He slipped in nice and easy and she immediately tightened again.]
[Yosuke gawked while Lisbeth licked his fingers clean, staring at her with his jaw slightly slack and his eyes a bit unfocused. His chest hitched, and his junk twitched, and he found he couldn't draw a real breath anymore. No wonder he was so dizzy, he wasn't getting any oxygen. She was sucking all the air out of the room...]
[The odd little whines and pants and grunts and growls he made stopped abruptly when she straddled him, and he threw his head back so hard that it cracked off of something behind the bed. His hips thrust all of their own accord, his body somehow knowing that Lisbeth's warmth was just what he sought. Which was good, probably, because he was pretty sure he just gave himself a concussion. Stars swam in his vision, but it didn't even matter.]
[Shit, he always forgot just how good it felt. That warm, tight, literally breathtaking feeling of being surrounded by the soft inner walls of a woman. This woman. Lisbeth. He moaned again, loud enough that the neighbors were probably blushing, and sat forward eagerly. Yes. Yes. This was what life was for. This was the purpose of everything in the universe. This was good and natural and right and nothing else he'd ever done would ever compare to it. This was everything.]
[Eagerly, he let his hips snap a few times on their own. If he was being too eager, Lisbeth would stop him. She knew just how to corral him into doing as she pleased, and he wanted nothing more than to please her. He was blind with it, half frantic, panting, sweating, thrusting, gasping, growling for her. Whatever she asked him to do, he would do it. And it would be the best thing he had ever done, there was no doubt about that.]
Think I'm dying.
[Not that it mattered. But yeah, that was blood dripping down into his eye. Whatever. Something warm was dripping onto his thigh, too, and that was infintely more important and interesting. He pressed his face between Lisbeth's shoulders and thrust harder, deeper. There. Perfect. Now they could throb all over, together, all at once. Like electricity. Like the inside of a piano. Like fucking magic. He grunted softly, hissed, sighed. Yes. Oh, yes. This was what he'd come here for. Exactly this.]
[Lisbeth had already come once so now she wanted to be fucked. Fingering always made her hotter for more and that's what she wanted. She let Yosuke's hips thrust frantically and gripped the sheets tightly underneath her.]
Fuck me.. [She's panting loudly and moaning with each push of his hips.]
[Yosuke moans back when Lisbeth makes her request, and he thrusts even faster and harder. He's not sure how long he can last at this pace, but he's going to try his damndest to see if he can't make Lisbeth come again, just like this, just because she likes how he feels inside of her.
The idea gets him even hotter, and he squirms a little, changing his angle and giving her shoulder a quick, firm nip, growling again softly.]
Shit...yeah. Come for me. Hnnnh, c'mon girl. It feels so good. Shit, you're so good...shit. Ah! Uhn. So-fuck. So good. Mm. It's so good. Thank you. Shit...
[The pleasure is so great that Lisbeth subconsciously leans forward as she groans. It only took a few more of Yosuke's deep, hard thrusts to finally make her come. She straightens against his chest as she tightens around his dick and her thighs squeeze his.]
[Yosuke can't quite reply, because between the pulse of Lisbeth's orgasm and her thighs squeezing his he can't hold out any longer, not even to let her finish riding it out. He growls and pants at the same time, clinging to her as he spills over, vaguely and fuzzily wondering if it's going to be messy since he didn't have a chance to pull out this time.
His vision always goes for a moment when he comes, but when it starts to fizz back in on him he kisses Lisbeth's shouler blade and her arm and the side of her neck. He pants quietly and makes that silly, pleased humming sound that he often does when some part of her is touching some part of him.]
You said my name.
[There's awe and reverence in his tone. Just the thought makes his dick twitch again, and he hasn't even slipped out of her yet. He kisses every inch of skin he can reach, slow, lazy, sincere little pecks all along her spine and shoulders and neck and arms.]
Holy shit that was awesome. I'm shaking. Are you shaking? Wow. Wow. You-you came and you said my name and that was so...hnnngh. That was awesome.
[Lisbeth was throbbing all over as she came down from her orgasm. She'd forgotten all about the condom she'd originally retrieved, but whatever. She relaxes in Yosuke's grasp until he finishes kissing her and he speaks the first time. Lisbeth feels his dick twitch inside of her and she sits up slightly with an amused smile.
She finally raises herself to her knees, letting him slowly slip out of her. Lisbeth turns around and the first thing she notices is the dried blood on his forehead. Without much of an outward reaction, she takes his good hand and places it between her legs again. She presses his fingers down onto her clit which makes her shudder and release one last sigh.
Her voice is quiet when she speaks.]
I like it when people touch my clit after I come.
[a reminder for the next time. But there were more important matters to take care of. She strokes his hair, blood smearing onto her hand. She's unfazed.]
[Yosuke's eyes widen again at being told to touch Lisbeth again, and he certainly doesn't argue with her about it. He cups himself again as best he can with the plastered hand when she shudders like that, and states in awe all over again. Shit, that was hot.
In fact, he's forgotten all about his head until Lisbeth mentions it. He nods, almost absently, then presses his hand to his forged when his vision swims a bit.]
No, I'm okay. Just a little dizzy. I lied when I said I was dying.
[He licks his lips, gazing at Lisbeth. The curve of her shoulders, the swell of her breasts, the indent where her waist sits-high? It's definitely higher than his, but maybe that's normal on a woman. He really hasn't got anything to compare it to.]
[She wasn't just about to brush this under the rug. Lisbeth wanted nothing more than to just lay on the bed and fall asleep now, but they had to stop the bleeding. She got up from the bed, brushing past him, and shakily landing on her foot.]
Get up. Let's go to the bathroom.
[She held onto his hand.]
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[There's nothing for it but to follow Lisbeth, so he does, obediently. And tries to pretend not to be checking her ass out while he's at it. She's apparently concerned about his head, or maybe just about the mess, but either way he has no objections.]
Don't worry, it doesn't hurt at all.
[He lies, swaying a bit and then catching himself on the wall. He gives her a sheepish grin.]
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S-should I touch you? Like before?
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[And with that, she takes his hand and places it between her legs. She in turn reaches over and takes him into her hand. Slowly, she begins to stroke him.]
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[Whatever Yosuke is trying to say, it's obviously not a protest of any sort. His head drops back for a moment and he pants, thrusting into Lisbeth's hands a few times wantonly before he gets hold of himself enough to remember that he's supposed to be doing something for her, too. How did it go again...?
Up and down, right. She liked that one, not the circular motion. His hips jerk a few more times, try as he may to still them. But he manages to get a few strokes in for her, before he stops again, growling in the back of his throat a little.]
Holy shit...
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It helps a little, not to be able to see her doing that glorious thing she's doing, and even with the slight callouses on the tips of his fingers he can still feel his way around her just fine. He remembers what she looks like perfectly, he's spent so much time staring these few times she's let him see it. Finding that magic little nub she likes for him to touch is easy, and he starts to rub it for her again. His hips start to jerk again too, but they do that all on their own, without any help from him.]
That's it?
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Just until I get wet enough..
[She groans loudly, her eyes shut tight.]
Finger me.
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[His eyes open, a little glossy at just the idea. The rhythm breaks up a bit, and he puzzles quietly over just what she means with her request. He's already using his fingers, right? There must be something else...]
Okay.
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Put your fingers inside me. Two of them.
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[And so he does. Still twitching, and writhing a bit, squirming uncomfortably against her. He starts slowly, sliding a finger in and out. It works, and he can see how it rubs against her in a way that she must like, and he has to stop again for a moment to get hold of himself.]
Oh, man. Oh, man...okay. Okay, um. S-squeeze my balls a little, alright? Not too tight, just...just... It-I can't-I need you to do that so I can do this.
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Now you're getting the hang of it.
[She stops stroking him and brings her hand down to his balls. Gently, Lisbeth runs the backs of her nails across them before wrapping her hand around them and gently applying pressure. Lisbeth didn't want to squeeze too hard and scare him.]
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...It's alright?
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Feels fucking amazing. Go faster.
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[His voice comes out with a definite hitch and a squeak, so he clears his throat. He squirms uncomfortably, leaking a bit of pre-come even without any added stimulation. Jesus. He's going to be lucky if he even gets it in her. Holy shit. but he does as she asks, and speeds up for her, wriggling uncomfortably. His mouth parts a little and he sighs, concentrating intently on the task at hand. Mmm, wow. This is...wow.]
Okay...
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Lisbeth grips his thigh tightly as she suddenly comes, grinding against his hand as she does.]
Oh fuck..!
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[He leans down, kissing her deeply and hungrily. His hand slides out of her and up her body, landing at her breast and rubbing, squeezing, stroking. He hums a high pitched, needy whine at her.]
Fuck...you just...didn't you? Oh, man. Oh, man. T-touch me? Shit. That...shit.
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Lisbeth's back was turned to him as she grabbed his dick and guided him into her. He slipped in nice and easy and she immediately tightened again.]
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[The odd little whines and pants and grunts and growls he made stopped abruptly when she straddled him, and he threw his head back so hard that it cracked off of something behind the bed. His hips thrust all of their own accord, his body somehow knowing that Lisbeth's warmth was just what he sought. Which was good, probably, because he was pretty sure he just gave himself a concussion. Stars swam in his vision, but it didn't even matter.]
[Shit, he always forgot just how good it felt. That warm, tight, literally breathtaking feeling of being surrounded by the soft inner walls of a woman. This woman. Lisbeth. He moaned again, loud enough that the neighbors were probably blushing, and sat forward eagerly. Yes. Yes. This was what life was for. This was the purpose of everything in the universe. This was good and natural and right and nothing else he'd ever done would ever compare to it. This was everything.]
[Eagerly, he let his hips snap a few times on their own. If he was being too eager, Lisbeth would stop him. She knew just how to corral him into doing as she pleased, and he wanted nothing more than to please her. He was blind with it, half frantic, panting, sweating, thrusting, gasping, growling for her. Whatever she asked him to do, he would do it. And it would be the best thing he had ever done, there was no doubt about that.]
Think I'm dying.
[Not that it mattered. But yeah, that was blood dripping down into his eye. Whatever. Something warm was dripping onto his thigh, too, and that was infintely more important and interesting. He pressed his face between Lisbeth's shoulders and thrust harder, deeper. There. Perfect. Now they could throb all over, together, all at once. Like electricity. Like the inside of a piano. Like fucking magic. He grunted softly, hissed, sighed. Yes. Oh, yes. This was what he'd come here for. Exactly this.]
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Fuck me.. [She's panting loudly and moaning with each push of his hips.]
Make me come again.
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The idea gets him even hotter, and he squirms a little, changing his angle and giving her shoulder a quick, firm nip, growling again softly.]
Shit...yeah. Come for me. Hnnnh, c'mon girl. It feels so good. Shit, you're so good...shit. Ah! Uhn. So-fuck. So good. Mm. It's so good. Thank you. Shit...
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Ohhh fuck, Yosuke..!
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His vision always goes for a moment when he comes, but when it starts to fizz back in on him he kisses Lisbeth's shouler blade and her arm and the side of her neck. He pants quietly and makes that silly, pleased humming sound that he often does when some part of her is touching some part of him.]
You said my name.
[There's awe and reverence in his tone. Just the thought makes his dick twitch again, and he hasn't even slipped out of her yet. He kisses every inch of skin he can reach, slow, lazy, sincere little pecks all along her spine and shoulders and neck and arms.]
Holy shit that was awesome. I'm shaking. Are you shaking? Wow. Wow. You-you came and you said my name and that was so...hnnngh. That was awesome.
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She finally raises herself to her knees, letting him slowly slip out of her. Lisbeth turns around and the first thing she notices is the dried blood on his forehead. Without much of an outward reaction, she takes his good hand and places it between her legs again. She presses his fingers down onto her clit which makes her shudder and release one last sigh.
Her voice is quiet when she speaks.]
I like it when people touch my clit after I come.
[a reminder for the next time. But there were more important matters to take care of. She strokes his hair, blood smearing onto her hand. She's unfazed.]
You're hurt.
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[Yosuke's eyes widen again at being told to touch Lisbeth again, and he certainly doesn't argue with her about it. He cups himself again as best he can with the plastered hand when she shudders like that, and states in awe all over again. Shit, that was hot.
In fact, he's forgotten all about his head until Lisbeth mentions it. He nods, almost absently, then presses his hand to his forged when his vision swims a bit.]
No, I'm okay. Just a little dizzy. I lied when I said I was dying.
[He licks his lips, gazing at Lisbeth. The curve of her shoulders, the swell of her breasts, the indent where her waist sits-high? It's definitely higher than his, but maybe that's normal on a woman. He really hasn't got anything to compare it to.]
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[She wasn't just about to brush this under the rug. Lisbeth wanted nothing more than to just lay on the bed and fall asleep now, but they had to stop the bleeding. She got up from the bed, brushing past him, and shakily landing on her foot.]
Get up. Let's go to the bathroom.
[She held onto his hand.]
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Don't worry, it doesn't hurt at all.
[He lies, swaying a bit and then catching himself on the wall. He gives her a sheepish grin.]
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