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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[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)]