endurance testing // for intenderembassy

[everyeyedothdwell]

[Procure lube, go home, be ready for Chris's arrival and don't come before she gets back. Those were the things Thomas had had to do.

The first two had been easy. The third could have been harder. But the last? The last is like torture. The last is like hell on earth because getting himself ready, as far as he'd assumed, means that he's currently on her bed with his legs splayed out as he fucks himself on his own fingers. Because he's been dragging this out for nearly an hour already and it feels as though it's been weeks.

Suffice to say, he's pretty sure he'll take anything she offers when she gets back.]

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[intenderembassy]

[The door opens. There are footsteps, someone slowly ascending the stairs.

Chris opens the door to her room and she's quite pleasantly...well, unsurprised, really. But it's pleasant, certainly. (It was worth the hour of squirming at her desk and dodging questions about her health.)

She rakes her eyes over him, Thomas with his legs splayed open and his cock painfully hard on the bed, with the same fingers that were working on her so deep in him.]

You haven't come, have you?

[She hopes not. She's really looking forward to this.]

[everyeyedothdwell]

[He hasn't come yet. He's dragged it out, made it last to do what she said, but when he sees her looking at him like that, when she asks that, Thomas has to reach down swiftly with his free hand and squeeze hard around the base of his cock to hold himself back.]

Didn't come. Did as you said.

Onee-san, fuck, I need you.

[He's flushed and panting and he rocks his hips up desperately, gasping please and onee-san and then please again.]

[intenderembassy]

[She licks her lips without thinking. God, isn't he perfect like this, though? When she can discipline him in a way he'll enjoy, rather than hate her for? (When he calls out for her, please, onee-san, she shivers.

For a moment, she toys with the idea of tying something around him, not letting him come until she's fucked him, but...but no, he's suffered long enough, hasn't he?

She moves to sit down next to him on the bed, and she presses a light kiss to his cheek as she reaches out and slowly drags a hand up his length. She's sure that he won't need much more than that.]

[everyeyedothdwell]

[As soon as he feels that touch on his cock, Thomas is throwing his head back with a sharp, strangled noise. Because fuck he wants to come, he's flushed and panting and soaked with sweat but-- but she hasn't...]

Hah, ah, onee-san, I-- can I come, I need to it's too much I need to come please.

[Even the hand clutching at the base of his cock is no guarantee, right now. Not with how close to the edge he is, how much he needs it.

But he wants permission. Wants her to say it out loud, wants to know for certain that he's allowed to come and that she's going to be pleased with how well he's holding out for her.]

[intenderembassy]

[When it hits her what he's waiting for -- that he's waiting for permission -- she squeezes her thighs together and squirms a little because fuck it's hot, to have him ask, to be holding out for her even when he's technically obeyed her orders already...

She waits, just a half-second, a half-second more, and then she leans in close and murmurs in his ear with breath hot against his skin]

Now, Thomas. Come for me now.

[everyeyedothdwell]

[It's a good thing that the words were her giving him permission, because at this point? At this point, Chris could have said anything at all - could have told him no - and just the sound of her voice and the heat of her breath would have had him coming.

He arches up as his orgasm hits, throws his head back with more force and lets out a long, drawn-out cry of pleasure with his fingers still working inside of himself for as long as he can physically bear. And then he's just slumping down with his eyes screwed shut, twitching his fingers occasionally to make himself shiver and squirm and moan softly as his chest heaves with the effort of trying to catch his breath, as his heart pounds like he's been running a marathon.

It doesn't matter that his muscles are cramping up, that the come is cooling rapidly against his stomach and making him shiver, that his eyes don't want to open again after the force of that climax - what matters is that he held out. That he waited for permission, that he came exactly when she told him to. That she'll be pleased.

He speaks in a soft, exhausted murmur, eyes still shut.]

Did I do well, onee-san...?

[intenderembassy]

[There's something about it that's making her breath catch in her throat, making her ache, when he hasn't even touched her, about him lying exhausted and panting and wanting her approval first. When before, before that time in the very recent past, he would go out of his way to displease her, he'd rebel through her...now he wants her praise more than anything.

It's intoxicating. She wants more.

She lets her hand drift to his cheek, stroking it lightly.]

Yes. You did very well, Thomas. You were good.

Would you like me to reward you now, or later...?

[He seems so exhausted, she wonders if he won't take the latter.]

[everyeyedothdwell]

[He did well. She's pleased. Thomas smiles at that, open and honest in his exhaustion.

Shifting, he slides his fingers out of himself with a quiet noise of discomfort, wiping the lube off on the sheets absently and then reaching out to touch at her thigh.

There's something... soft about him, in this state. Something quiet and relaxed, because he's too tired for the bitterness and the sharpness of when he's properly awake, because she's all he's ever wanted and she's giving him the things he never knew he could enjoy so much.]

I want... I want it now.

Please.

[intenderembassy]

[She's glad. (It would have been torture, to wait.)

When he says he wants it now, she stands up (letting her fingers trail off his face because she doesn't want to stop touching him), proceeds into her walk-in closet and shuts the door behind her.

She comes out still clothed, still the same, but...there's a tent in her pencil skirt.

She starts to unbutton her jacket.]

[everyeyedothdwell]

[When she leaves, he lets himself half doze off. Just a little, just while she's gone and when he hears the door open again he opens his eyes slowly, blearily.

Then blinks.

Swallows, hard.

(it's too soon for him to be quite hard again but his cock twitches, Thomas squirms and watches her closely as her jacket starts to come off)]

Onee-san...

[intenderembassy]

[She lays the jacket down on her desk and starts on her shirt, on the tiny buttons that are just going to take forever to undo.]

I hope you like it.

[She pauses, sweeps her hair over one shoulder, keeps undoing buttons.]

I got it with you in mind.

[Another button, another, and now the shirt comes off and she's left in her practical skirt and her very impractical lacy bra.]

[everyeyedothdwell]

[By the time the jacket comes off, he's squirming.

By the time the shirt comes off he's jerking and rocking his hips, half-hard and fighting the urge to touch himself.

(he can't, she's going to reward him for being good and only doing as she says so he should keep being good, shouldn't he?)]

Onee-san, please...

[Eyes roving over Chris's torso, over the expanse of pale skin and over that bra, the juxtaposition of it against the practicality of what she usually wears, Thomas cants his hips up desperately and fists his hands in the sheets.]

Need you. Please, hurry.

[intenderembassy]

[She smiles, a little wickedly. She's almost inclined to chide him, tell him not to rush her, but she loves hearing him beg her like that.

So she obliges him, and slips the skirt down off her hips.

(the toy is matte and black, nothing fancy, but she knows it'll do the trick)]

What do you want me to do to you, Thomas?

[She wants him to say it, beg for it.

Her fingers slip up to toy with the clasp of her bra.]

[everyeyedothdwell]

[His gaze stops moving about, when the skirt comes off. Instead, his eyes are all-but glued to the toy, and his throat bobs with the way he's swallowing because he can't think straight, can't think at all beyond the fact that she's going to fuck him. She's going to fuck him and Thomas doesn't think he's ever wanted anything more in his life.

And then she's asking what he wants her to do and Thomas practically whimpers.]

I. I-I want you to fuck me.

[How much detail does she want...?]

I, ah. Like this. Or I could ride you. O-or I could get on my hands and knees or you could bend me over the bed or. Well.

Whatever you want just fuck me, please.

[intenderembassy]

[It's so good to hear him say it, so good to hear him elaborate because it means he's obviously thought about this before, dwelt on it...

She licks her lips, without meaning to, and moves in closer. Which does she want from him...?]

...I think...on your hands and knees, this time.

[As much as she wants to see his face...it'll be interesting if he can't see what she's doing. It'll be good, if he's kneeling low for her.

And she'll hear him, even if she can't see him, won't she?]

[everyeyedothdwell]

[The sight of her licking her lips like that has Thomas squirming, but as soon as he hears what she wants he's up and on his knees. Bearing forward, he settles his arms underneath himself, resting on his forearms so that he can offer his ass up like he's presenting himself to her.]

Please. Onee-san, please. I waited for you, I was good, wasn't I, so please hurry.

[Please hurry because he's already achingly hard again, because he still feels empty after how long he was fingering himself and now he just wants her to fill him up again and make him hers.]

[intenderembassy]

[Yes. Yes, this is perfect, she made the best choice after all, to have him on his hands and knees, waiting for her.

She climbs onto the bed and picks up the bottle of lube from where it lies on the covers, smooths some over the shaft of the strap-on because you can never be too careful, can you?

Her hands settle on his ass, and she shifts herself so the head of the toy is pressing into him but not quite in him yet, like she's waiting for something...

And then, all at once, without warning, she's sliding into him.

It's a strange feeling, to be the one doing this, but...it's definitely something she could get used to.]

[everyeyedothdwell]

[He's practically shaking with need from the moment he feels her hands on him, even moreso at that first press of the strap-on. He groans low in his throat, tries to stay as still as possible no matter how much he wants to push back and force it in deeper.

(he's going to be good, he's going to please her)

And then she's sliding in and Thomas cries out, screwing his eyes shut and just groaning incoherently because it's so good. Because he enjoys the feeling of fullness more than he'd ever realised but it's better when it's not his fingers, better when it's her. And maybe it's not really her, when it's a toy, but... but it's close enough. She's still fucking him, and it's still perfect.]

A-ah, ah, more...

[intenderembassy]

[He says "more" and she's happy to deliver.

She starts to rock her hips, slowly but not at all gently. She figures that the hour she'd left him (how much of it did he use to prepare, she wonders?) was enough, that she doesn't have to wait.

This is his reward, so she can give it to him just as he wants. (As they want.)

(and this is a good toy, too, one where it curves down to rub against her clit and rest inside her, so every time she thrusts into him she can feel it a little in her as well)]

Is it what you wanted, Thomas?

[everyeyedothdwell]

[He definitely doesn't need her to wait, no. Not after he spent nearly the whole hour on preparing, all the time that wasn't spent getting lube and getting home.

And he can barely even think straight with her fucking him like this, let alone try to form a coherent answer. But won't Chris be pleased with him, if he gets out a proper answer for her? So he struggles with it, bites his lip and pants and groans but breathes out;]

Yes. Yes, h-hah, I wanted to feel you fuck me and it's so good, onee-san please!

[intenderembassy]

[Chris is very pleased with you, Thomas, yes. Pleased enough that as he speaks, she speeds up, bracing herself on his lower back with one hand and timing her thrusts roughly to the stresses in his speech.

She's drunk on it, the sound of him, his moaning and his labored breath and his voice as he struggles. She's almost to the point where she's going to start making noise, too.

(he's so headstrong, usually, so bitter, but all she has to do is fuck him like this and...)]

[everyeyedothdwell]

[The way she speeds up, the way she times her thrusts that way, has Thomas squirming and groaning louder and louder.

(he thinks of the cameras in her room, thinks about showing her the videos of this and lets out a desperate, strangled noise)]

Ah, a-ah, onee-san, onee-san harder, more, please.

[When she's doing something like this, there's none of the fight in him. Because, truth be told, he doesn't want to fight. He's tired of fighting, wants to lie down and have someone just pay attention to him, have them praise him when he does right and punish him when he does wrong so long as they're acknowledging that he's there.

The fact that it's Chris? The fact that she's the one giving him what he wants - what he needs - after he wanted her for so long? That makes it perfect, makes it something he could be drunk on himself because he never wants it to stop.]

[intenderembassy]

[It's starting to get to her, now, the noises he's making and the plastic rubbing against her clit, and she moans softly as she speeds up again, she fucks him harder like he wants.

There's nobody else but them, now, nobody else to worry about but Thomas. Someone she can lead gently or punish harshly if she wants and it doesn't matter, whichever it is, because she knows they'll both want it either way.

She bends down to stroke him with her free hand, moving the other slowly up his back, not slowing down for a moment.]

[everyeyedothdwell]

[Thomas lets out long, keening moans when she speeds up, presses back against her and begs for more. Over and over again, only faltering when he feels the hand on his cock because he's so close already, because it's too good and he's never felt this before. He's had his fingers inside himself before, had more than fingers, but it's always been entirely his own work, entirely under his control because he's never had anyone but her.

(it's intoxicating to give up control like this)

He can't talk; not properly, not when he's got her stroking his cock and fucking him, but he can beg for more and cry out, louder and louder each time.

(he thinks of the cameras again and shivers with delight, spreading his legs a little further apart for her)]

[intenderembassy]

[She leans down further, keeps stroking him as she fucks him, drags her palm over the head of his cock and plays her fingers over the shaft.

And as she does, she starts to speak, just barely loud enough that he can hear her over the sound of his own voice, telling him how good he is and how much she loves it when he moans for her like that and how he's taking his reward so well, he must have wanted it so badly, didn't he?

And she knows he has cameras in here, she knows he's been watching her, so maybe she'll have to make him give that video to her and maybe she'll let him watch how he's falling apart for her as she fucks him, how much of a mess he is, would he like that?

(She's never been quite so enamored with the sound of her own voice before. She's not sure where this is coming from, but she doesn't think she wants it to stop.)]

[everyeyedothdwell]

[He feels like every word she says tips him further towards the edge, every word that has him twitching and gasping and begging. Because he's so close, hanging on every word and wanting more, more, because he can't think but he can still hear every word.

(she calls him a mess and Thomas jerks abruptly, fingers knotting in the sheets and a stream starting up of onee-san, onee-san, please I'm going to--)

And then he's coming and coming hard, crying out loud enough that they ought to hope there's nobody else home yet; crying for her, Chris and onee-san over and over until he falls limp against the bed and just tries to catch his breath, eyes slipping shut almost immediately.]

Chris...

[intenderembassy]

[She takes careful note of what set him off even as she relishes the sight of him clenching his fists in the sheets, sees him come for her.

(It'll be useful, in the future.)

As he slumps down on the bed, as she pulls out of him, she feels very acutely that she still has her own needs to take care of, but...for a second, she just wants to watch him, exhausted and satisfied, here for her to protect.

She fumbles with the straps of the toy and removes it, almost reluctantly, so she can lie down by Thomas' side. (That tired her out a little bit too, honestly.)

She kisses his cheek, just for good measure.]

[everyeyedothdwell]

[Thomas pants harshly, groaning into the sheets and only really starting to properly settle again when she presses that kiss to his cheek. And almost immediately he's shifting closer, running a hand over the curve of her hip slowly without opening his eyes.]

Mm, I should...

[Give him a minute, Chris. He wants to return the favor, he's just... tired, right now.

He pauses a moment, too, bites his lip because it's one thing to do things but another thing to suggest them, and the latter is... still a little daunting.]

Ne, next time I. Well.

Would you like it if I sucked it, next time?

[intenderembassy]

[She hums a little when he runs his hand over her, and...

Oh. Oh, that's a very nice image. (Thomas, on his knees, sucking her cock...~) She dwells on it for a minute or two.]

That sounds perfect.

[She sits up slowly to lean back against the headboard, not asking for anything. Not yet.

(Her legs are wide open, though. Just because it's comfortable, of course.)]

[everyeyedothdwell]

[Chris approves of it.

(Thomas's cock approves, too)

And then she's sitting back like that, legs splayed wide, and Thomas doesn't so much as hesitate; he's moving in immediately to bury his face between her legs, tongue laving over her folds (and he groans at the taste of her, spreads her thighs further with his hands) before he starts suckling on her clit.

(he'd prefer it if it were the toy, he has to admit, prefer having his mouth filled up and her fucking his mouth until he was choking himself on it, but this way he gets to taste her and that's worth it, that's more than worth it)]

[intenderembassy]

[She can't really say that she's surprised, but she is very pleased with this development.

She moans, quietly, low in her throat, and winds her hands into his hair, pulling him in.]

You really do love this, don't you...?

[Not that she expects him to answer.]

[everyeyedothdwell]

[He can't answer, not properly, but he can groan his enjoyment against her clit and push in for more. Hands slipping around to rest on her ass, Thomas grips hard and forces her up onto his mouth more, groaning again and again as he pushes his tongue inside of her to better taste her.

Maybe he'd prefer to have his mouth filled, to have her fuck his mouth like she fucked his ass, but at the same time?

At the same time, he can't get enough of tasting her and hearing the noises she makes, even if they're quiet.

So he keeps working his tongue over her, trying to draw out the louder noises that Chris can make if he really tries.]

[intenderembassy]

[Her breath hitches when he pulls her in and she moans, louder than she means to, curling her hands tighter in his hair and trying to spread her legs out even further. She feels his tongue on her and then, god, then it's inside her, and it's like she's been waiting for this for eternity even though it couldn't have been two hours ago that she sent him out of her office.

(it's more force than she was expecting, when he pulls her in, and it excites her because it startles her)]

Aah...ah, Thomas...

[everyeyedothdwell]

[Oh, he likes that louder moan, likes it enough to groan in response and keep up the force, keep pushing and pushing for more. Because he wants to hear her. Wants to hear him call her name when she comes, wants to hear her get loud.

(though he likes it when she's quieter, too, likes the breathy little noises and hitching moans when she's trying to stifle noise)

Pulling back a little, Thomas moves to suckle at her clit again. This time, though, it's coupled with him moving one hand to slide two fingers into her, without warning her at all because he wants to startle her, wants to hear the noises she doesn't have time to hold back.]

[intenderembassy]

[She almost gets herself under control, almost manages to quiet the noises as Thomas pulls back and stops pushing like that (in that strange, needy, aggressive way that shouldn't surprise her given his usual personality but does).

But then his fingers are in her, without warning, and it's so sudden that she cries out like she's been stung, jerking her hips up from the pleasure and the shock of it.]

Thomas--!

[Her heart is pounding and she'd swear he could hear it.]

[everyeyedothdwell]

[He can't hear it, but Thomas presses his tongue in hard against Chris's clit, feels her pulse against the muscle and groans as he thrusts his fingers in and out, trying to push her over the edge. And then he's sucking on it again, tongue flicking over her clit as he pushes harder and slips a third finger into her abruptly.

Chris is hot, Chris is beautiful and she's his. Nobody else can have her, she's his and he'll claim her with hands and mouth and cock and heart because nobody else gets to have her. Because she gives him what he wants, she gives him attention and fucks him.

(and she lets him do this and maybe it shouldn't be the thing he enjoys the most, maybe he should prefer fucking her because isn't that more normal, but Thomas doesn't care because he's got his face between her thighs and he can taste her and he'd do this all day, if he could)]

[intenderembassy]

[He's pushing closer to her like he wants to pass into her body and he's sucking on her clit like that and then she feels that third finger stretching her open and it's too much for her to handle. She's shoved over the edge and she's beyond words, all of a sudden, beyond controlling the sound of her voice at all.

(It's the kind of orgasm that doesn't just happen in a moment and end. She's caught in it as long as Thomas keeps his fingers working and his mouth on her clit, caught pulsing around his fingers and arching her back and gasping between desperate bursts of sound.)

(this is the result of his devotion, this is what he can bring her to, this is his selfishness and his love suspending her in time)]

[everyeyedothdwell]

[Hearing that noise from her, hearing Chris lose control like that, it's almost too much for Thomas to handle.

(but is that surprising?)

(all he wants is to give up control, to lose himself in the sensations and not have to think, and it being something he wants so much-- he's glad to give it to Chris, too)

(will she be pleased with him, he wonders?)

Easing his fingers out, he spreads her thighs further again, smearing her own wetness onto her skin as he laves his tongue over her in slow, dragging motions. His eyes slip shut and Thomas just hums his contentment against her clit, shifting to settle more comfortably.

(for as long as she can bear it, as long as she's enjoying it, Thomas wants to keep this up; wants to keep up pleasing her, wants to keep up tasting her so that he can memorise the taste and know that it's for him and him alone)

(that Chris is for him and him alone)]

[intenderembassy]

[She comes down from it, slowly, when Thomas pulls his fingers out, shuddering and relaxing bit by bit into the pillow she's leaning against.

Now that she's come, now that she's not so desperate, there's a different feeling from what Thomas is doing. It's comforting, casually pleasurable, a service he's doing to her for her relaxation.

She leans back into the pillows and strokes Thomas' hair slowly, humming and sighing every so often in appreciation.]

You know, I would...mm. I would say you're allowed to stop, if I thought you wanted to.

[Her voice is still a little shaky. So is the rest of her, for that matter.]

[everyeyedothdwell]

[The fingers stroking through his hair have Thomas humming again, keeping up the long, slow licks. He opens his eyes to glance up at Chris when she speaks, though, lets out a quiet snort and presses in to suck at her clit again.

He pulls back after a few moments though, settling for trailing light kisses over her inner thighs.]

I-- I like it.

Nobody else gets to do anything like this.

[She's all his, and when he does this her attention is only on him.

(and that's all he wants, to have something that he doesn't have to share and to have attention and to have Chris)]

[intenderembassy]

[She chuckles a little, even as her breath shudders a little from the kisses.]

That's true, yes.

[It doesn't quite explain why it's this, specifically, but...well, she's not complaining.]

I'm all yours.

[everyeyedothdwell]

[He shivers, when she says that she's all his.

(it's one thing to express the sentiment himself, another thing for Chris to state it directly)

Squirming about, he settles himself with his head pillowed on Chris's thigh and tilts his head away to mask the flush that spreads across his cheeks as he speaks.]

I-- I prefer this. To the sex.

I mean, not as much as I liked it... the way it was earlier. And it's not that I don't like it the other way around, either. I just... like this more.

[Thomas glances up at her, then, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.]

Is that... okay?

[He has to please her. Has to do what makes her happy, so he has to know she likes this even half as much as he does.]

[intenderembassy]

[...Thomas. Thomas, when did you become so cute?

(it still surprises her, delights her, when he asks for her approval, when he needs to know is this okay, after all the hostility and the anger and the resentment)

(and now that she doesn't have to stop caring she can return it in kind)]

Why would I ever complain about that?

[She rests her hand on his head, draws little circles on his flushed cheek with her fingertip.]

I think you might have to start doing this for me more often.

[Worded that way especially for Thomas.

They'll have to start sending Shark apology gifts.]

[everyeyedothdwell]

[Thomas practically preens under the attention, leaning into her touch with a low noise of contentment.

(especially when she says that, says it like he's doing her a service)]

I will. I will.

I-- I like the taste.

If I do well, will you fuck me?

[He's open, earnest. He's only just starting to learn exactly what he likes, really, given his lack of experience, but that doesn't change the fact that he's seventeen and Chris is beautiful and his and he wants to be all over her - it just means, really, that he's like a dog with a bone regarding the things he's already worked out that he likes.

(though it's not as if he's at all averse to her testing out new things)]