He does, need one, but Jyn's hand unwinds from his neck to slip down the collar of her shirt, fishing free a condom she had tucked into her bra. Just in case, she didn't know if he had any handy and she didn't want to waste time running to a bodega down the street to grab them.
"I guessed on the size." They're not MAGNUM and she doesn't want him to feel bad or like she thought his dick was small or something. She got regular size, ultra sensitive, non-latex, no spermicide because her own skin is too sensitive. It's in a little blue wrapper that she holds up between them with a lopsided little smile, unapologetic. Never depend on a man to have condoms on hand.
He's about to argue with her, because yes he needs a condom! It's safe sex, Jyn Erso! But then she literally pulls one out of her bra.
He stares at it and her for a few seconds, before letting out a laugh and taking it from her with one hand, refusing to let go of her with the other. "It will work," he says with a grin after he looks it over. He sets it down on the counter beside her, but far enough away that she won't knock it over. "But there are more in my room."
He's just saying!
He crowds back into her space, fingers dipping under her shirt. "I suppose that means we are mostly all set to stay here then."
"I don't want your room, right now. I want right here, right now." She wasn't kidding about skipping the foreplay and she's be embarrassed of how ready she is already if she hadn't been thinking about this for two days straight, if she hadn't already used Cassian as prime wank material.
"The only question is are you going to take my trousers off or shall I?"
Not that leggings count as trousers but you know, British English at it's finest. His pants should come off as well, but they don't have to, not all the way. She should have worn a dress now that she thinks about it.
They haven't even finished round one and he is already thinking about round two. What has gotten into him, honestly.
He's not 100% ready, but he's close, and he can't imagine it will take much more. Probably just those few moments in getting all the right clothes away.
"Just help me along, please," he says, fingers winding around the top of her leggings and yanking them down before she even replies. He trusts she'll wriggle herself to make it easier and she does, letting him pull them free from her legs where they are abandoned to the floor. He probably should have grabbed her underwear too, but in the meantime he just slides his hands up her legs, dipping his fingers under aforementioned underwear to briefly squeeze her ass. He'll pull those off too in a second, but.
"You have been staring at my own pants all night, do you want the honors yourself too?"
Jyn is happy to help him along, grinning when he gives her ass a squeeze, breathing out a laugh and leaning into kiss him quickly before she glances down at the aforementioned pants, eyebrows arching.
"Am I not meant to stare at that?" SHE CAN SEE HIS DICK and she gestures at it, like. I CAN SEE YOUR DICK. But she's more than happy to settle her hands on his waist and shift his pants down. This is possibly the worst position to push his pants off, but she tries her best anyway and slips her fingers under the waistband and gently attempts to get his sweats off and over his dick without falling off the counter. She gets far enough to push his pants and underwear over his ass before she gives up.
He can do the rest.
Besides, her fingers move to curl around his half hardness, determined and bold, and she doesn't think he'll mind having to take his pants the rest of the way off.
He ducks his head with a little laugh, the sound filtering off into a sharp breath when she starts to take off his pants, her hands brushing against his skin. He already wants them everywhere.
"I did not put them on with that express purpose in mind this morning."
They're his lazy pants okay.
It takes him a second to remember she's trying to take off said lazy pants, because her hand slips under all the fabric and his hips jerk under her touch. He closes his eyes for a second and lets himself enjoy it, because it is most definitely speeding things up. Literally.
His brain kickstarts after a few seconds and he shoves it all off in a scramble, the pants falling to his ankles and the boxers getting caught on his knees. He leans in to kiss her hard, settling his hand over hers and helping her help him.
His lazy pants are the best pants. Jyn would be lazy with him. Actually her leggings are her lazy pants but she chose those on purpose, so he would look at her ass and want to fuck her. Which was successful! They are gonna fuck.
She makes a startled noise when his hand joins hers, puffing out a faint little gasp. Why is that so hot? She half wants to see if she can get him off like this, just with their hands, because she is sure she can wait for round two once he recovers...
"Can I," she starts, leaning in to kiss him as her hand moves faster, pace rough and unforgiving -- not too hard, but fast and determined enough that it is clear she wants to get him off right here, right now. Except. "Can I suck your cock, please?"
Oh no, he is very into the tiny sounds she's already making. It doesn't help that she's making them because she's touching him, not even because he's trying to draw them out of her.
He mostly lets her move her fingers on her own, but occasionally he directs. His breathing comes in quicker to match the sudden jump in her pace, and he ducks his head into her neck, kissing her briefly with a very soft groan before she finishes her question. Only the thought she puts into place and question itself extends the sound a few seconds. She could very well finish him off sooner than he expected or wanted, which surprises him as much as the fact that she wants to go down on him.
"I thought you wanted me to fuck you right here and right now?"
It's just that she's gotten distracted by their hands and wondering how salty sweet he would taste and imagining the noises he would make under her touch -- those groans! But maybe...
She nods once, decisive. "You're right, I do. Right here, right now." That is still what she wants, definitely. She doesn't mind coming undone first, but she finds that giving it a second thought doesn't take away any of the anticipation for either activity. "But after. Between here and bed and a gatorade. I want to taste you."
In her defense, he is also very distracted by their hands, his breath still coming in heavy. Between the anticipation since she walked in the door (really since they almost fucked that first day) and her roaming fingers, it isn't very long before she gets him hard and ready to go.
He closes his eyes again, because the temptation to give in still lingers. Later, she wants to taste him later, those are her exact words. The image gets stuck in his head, but so does another one, where his head is buried between her legs. His eyes snap open, and his gaze lands on her full of want. He just wants her, in every single way.
It's not what he's offering that gets her head to jerk in a nod, but the look on his face. God damn. A little puff of air escapes her parted lips, eyes almost comically wide. Even if her hand wasn't currently working on his erection, she can feel how much he wants her rolling off him.
"Alright, yeah. Maybe another gatorade, first. Put the condom on, Cassian."
She doesn't need to be worked up any more, she is more than ready to do and she wants to get going already. Her thumb brushes across the very tip of his cock, lifting her hand to lick the taste off her thumb. "Keep talking."
He is going to put the condom on. That's going to happen. But first he just gruffly swears in Spanish when she licks her thumb because that should not be allowed. His hips jerk a little and he drops his own hand between her legs, sliding a finger through her folds with ease. He needs to ground himself for a second to focus, okay!
"You really are ready," he says with a grin, letting the pad of his thumb linger and tease while his free hand fumbles around for the condom.
She did tell him to keep talking, so he does that while he tries to open the wrapper with one hand and his teeth. "How long have you been thinking about this, Jyn? How long have you been thinking about me inside you?"
"Too long," Jyn grits out with a breathless little mewl of impatience, squirming slightly against the counter and his hand. Which isn't fair because it simply increases the pressure against her and she sucks in a sharp breath.
"Hurry up. I've been thinking about this for days." Longer. Weeks, really, idly as she sat at the piano with her headphones in and he played cards with Bodhi and Baze and Chirrut at the apartment. Poker night has started a lot of fantasies she never let play out because Cassian is a cop and she is a criminal.
How long have he and Bodhi known each other? Another huff. "How long have you known Bodhi? That long."
Part of him is very tempted to leave his hand where it is, to make her squirm until she can't take it anymore. But he is having a hard time waiting anymore, so she's in luck. He traces his thumb idly one more time down her slit, then pulls his hand away so he can pull the condom on correctly.
"Is this how you imagined it? Your legs around me on the counter?" He pauses to kiss her, biting briefly. "I liked to picture you on top of me more." He sounds just as breathless as her, tone of voice very keen with need.
Cassian nudges gently at her leg to spread it further, which is at odds with how tightly he holds it two seconds later. He crowds up into her space again and finally pushes inside her with a groan, lips brushing against hers while he stills in place. "That's a long time to think about me. How creative did we get?"
Jyn tries to temper the noise she makes when he presses inside, but it slips out anyway, decadent shameless pleasure. Holy fuck. She knows he asked her something, she knows the answer -- very -- but her brain is foggy and clouded with heat and all she can focus on is the sensation of him filling her up and it's too much and not enough all at once and it's been seconds.
He's going to ruin her, she knows it. She's fucked.
Literally.
Finally, too late, too long, a breath and a whine as she chases after his mouth. "Abundantly. Tell me what else you pictured? What else did you think about?"
She doesn't need to temper anything! If she's already making noises like that, Cassian really is in for a good night.
She doesn't need to chase his mouth very far either, because he's all too happy to lean in and meet her lips with a very greedy kiss. He waits a few seconds for them both to adjust, processing her question, processing how it feels to be inside her. He drags his hand idly along her thigh, then abruptly pulls out to push quickly back in.
"I thought about fucking you in that tiny room, in that tiny bed. In the middle of poker night, so we would have to be quiet." He kisses briefly along her jaw while he starts to move in her at a very slow pace. Is he still waiting for her to get comfortable or is he being an ass?? It's definitely the latter. "But you do not have to keep quiet now. I thought about how you might sound in my bed too, with no one else around. I bet you can be very noisy."
She gasps, half moaning, when he pushes suddenly back in, fingers sliding into his hair and tightening almost automatically.
"We can do that. During poker night." He'd going so slow, so teasingly slow, and Jyn feels another whine in her throat. Her legs curl tighter around his waist and her fingers grip against his hair hard enough to pull his head back to look at him.
"I won't make any noises if you don't start properly fucking me, Andor. You can take your bloody time next time."
Oh. He likes that, her fingers tight in his hair and when she yanks his head up to look at her, his eyes snap to her face with a soft sigh. She can keep her hands there the whole time, he would not complain.
It's what he was waiting for though, a very clear display of her impatience - as though his own wasn't running thin too. He start to move faster, because he's been thinking about this for days, maybe not on the counter, but the urgency of it has him fucking her with gusto. His hands slip around the curve of her ass, she seemed to like that before, and it gives him slightly more control over keeping them in place as his quicker pace continues, pushing a little harder each time.
"I want to hear you. I have been thinking about that most of all." He's not sure how he manages to get it out between all his own gasps, but he knows what he is about and it is making the other person moan.
Well, she is for sure moaning, breathless, helpless little noises she doesn't try to stop, even if her eyebrows are knit together as if in concentration. When Cassian hits a particular rhythm that suits her, she gasps, a small whine in her throat. "Yes, yes, just like that! Fuck, you're so good."
She's going to have bruises on the back of her thighs and probably hickies, but god, she is going to treasure them.
It's only just started but she doesn't know how long she is going to be able to last, it's already feels so good and she can feel the orgasm pooling in her belly, warm and sharp. One hand slips from his hair, sliding down his arm and belated realizing they both have shirts on still, to pull his hand -- half-reluctantly -- off her ass, missing the warmth immediately, and pushing his hand instead between her legs. "Please. Don't stop until you make me scream."
He groans greedily into her ear when she very vocally reassures him everything's good, that he's good, and he doesn't stray much further from it once he finds the pace and place she likes best. He bites briefly at her neck, because he's trying very hard to multitask, trying very hard to make sure she keeps enjoying herself, but it continues pushing him along all the same. He feels like he's getting closer much faster than usual, building slowly and strongly all at once.
There's zero resistance when she moves his hand, his fingers immediately getting to work between her legs and brushing against the shirt she apparently still has on. If he wasn't so keen on keeping his hands on her, he might pull it off right now. He finds her clit instead and keeps fucking her, other hand pressing into her ass, like he can keep her stuck there between all appendages. "I want you to scream when you come. Can you do that?"
"Yes. Fuck, god, Cassian, yes." It doesn't seem like it is going to be hard to get her to scream, not the way she's worked up and writhing under him, all breathless and panting, noises and moans increasing in pitch and frequency as the pressure grows more and more intense.
She can't even get herself off this quickly and then here is a Cassian Andor, fucking her on his gosh damn counter top and she feels like she's going to come apart at the seams.
Her fingers curl tighter in his hair, one hand releasing to slide down to curve around the back of his neck, grip firm. "Harder," she demands, somehow fierce even as the word melts into another breathless whimper, another gasped moan.
Every little yes is like a spark, a little rush down his spine. She's very into it, which in turn keeps turning him on more, especially with how close she is. He worries maybe it's too fast, that it'll be over too soon, but they've already more or less agreed to another round in some form. Right now he just wants to get her off, he doesn't want her to stop making any of those sounds. He wants to see and feel her fall apart in his arms. She wriggles, so much.
It's very easy to comply with her request, groaning with the tight grip uses on his neck. His own hand squeezes more tightly on her bum and he fucks into her harder, chasing after her moans. He kisses her and swallows up a whimper, keeping his forehead to hers while his pace continues more roughly like she wants. His control is getting more tenuous, even as he keeps them tangled up tight and presses his thumb more firmly between her legs. "You feel so good, Jyn. I can't wait to feel what it's like when you come. Just listening to you makes me want more, it makes me want to fuck you until you are hoarse."
Jyn tries to hold on, she does, tries to draw it out for him, but her whines are turning almost pained, gasped ripped from her throat. One hand flies out behind her, fingers pressing so hard into the counter that her knuckles turn white, but she wants to be as close to him as possible, body pressing harder against his nimble fingers and meeting his every thrust as best she can. Her legs clench painfully tight around his hips, other hand leaving tiny crescent moon indents against his shoulder.
She's so close, teetering on the very edge. Leaning up to kiss him is the last straw, coming with a moan so loud it could be a scream, whole body shuddering with the sheer force of her orgasm, shaking and trembling, feverishly flushed with a sheen of sweat.
Cassian can tell she's getting closer, the desperation between them picking up frantically. Her legs are wound so tight around him and he never wants her to let go; everything feels so good and great and the way she tries to push herself against him has him moaning in her ear.
She kisses him and comes in the same breath, the sound of her almost scream rushes through him, and the last of his control slips away. He fucks her through it, drawing it out as long as he can for her, relishing the way her body feels around him. He buries his face in her neck while he chases hard after his own finish, hand moving to grip her hips and hold her down on the countertop until he finally falls over the edge after her. He muffles his own groan against her neck, riding out his own orgasm until he stills inside her.
He doesn't move even after it's over, too warm and too content with how closely they're pressed and tangled in. He needs a few moments to catch his breath, that's all. Her legs are in a death grip around him, he's trapped anyway.
She's trying to settle her breathing, feeling as weak and jelly limbed as a newborn kitten, but still she manages to swear. Her hand lifts from his shoulder so slowly, only to settle against his neck instead, fingers idly combing through the hair at the back of his neck, damp with sweat. Eventually the vise of her legs loosens but she doesn't untangle from him, content enough to stay wrapped around him while he's wrapped around her.
Her voice is a rasp. Did she really scream? Damn. "Better than imagined."
Better than having a wank in the bathroom while he was in the next room, for sure.
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He does, need one, but Jyn's hand unwinds from his neck to slip down the collar of her shirt, fishing free a condom she had tucked into her bra. Just in case, she didn't know if he had any handy and she didn't want to waste time running to a bodega down the street to grab them.
"I guessed on the size." They're not MAGNUM and she doesn't want him to feel bad or like she thought his dick was small or something. She got regular size, ultra sensitive, non-latex, no spermicide because her own skin is too sensitive. It's in a little blue wrapper that she holds up between them with a lopsided little smile, unapologetic. Never depend on a man to have condoms on hand.
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He stares at it and her for a few seconds, before letting out a laugh and taking it from her with one hand, refusing to let go of her with the other. "It will work," he says with a grin after he looks it over. He sets it down on the counter beside her, but far enough away that she won't knock it over. "But there are more in my room."
He's just saying!
He crowds back into her space, fingers dipping under her shirt. "I suppose that means we are mostly all set to stay here then."
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"The only question is are you going to take my trousers off or shall I?"
Not that leggings count as trousers but you know, British English at it's finest. His pants should come off as well, but they don't have to, not all the way. She should have worn a dress now that she thinks about it.
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They haven't even finished round one and he is already thinking about round two. What has gotten into him, honestly.
He's not 100% ready, but he's close, and he can't imagine it will take much more. Probably just those few moments in getting all the right clothes away.
"Just help me along, please," he says, fingers winding around the top of her leggings and yanking them down before she even replies. He trusts she'll wriggle herself to make it easier and she does, letting him pull them free from her legs where they are abandoned to the floor. He probably should have grabbed her underwear too, but in the meantime he just slides his hands up her legs, dipping his fingers under aforementioned underwear to briefly squeeze her ass. He'll pull those off too in a second, but.
"You have been staring at my own pants all night, do you want the honors yourself too?"
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"Am I not meant to stare at that?" SHE CAN SEE HIS DICK and she gestures at it, like. I CAN SEE YOUR DICK. But she's more than happy to settle her hands on his waist and shift his pants down. This is possibly the worst position to push his pants off, but she tries her best anyway and slips her fingers under the waistband and gently attempts to get his sweats off and over his dick without falling off the counter. She gets far enough to push his pants and underwear over his ass before she gives up.
He can do the rest.
Besides, her fingers move to curl around his half hardness, determined and bold, and she doesn't think he'll mind having to take his pants the rest of the way off.
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"I did not put them on with that express purpose in mind this morning."
They're his lazy pants okay.
It takes him a second to remember she's trying to take off said lazy pants, because her hand slips under all the fabric and his hips jerk under her touch. He closes his eyes for a second and lets himself enjoy it, because it is most definitely speeding things up. Literally.
His brain kickstarts after a few seconds and he shoves it all off in a scramble, the pants falling to his ankles and the boxers getting caught on his knees. He leans in to kiss her hard, settling his hand over hers and helping her help him.
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She makes a startled noise when his hand joins hers, puffing out a faint little gasp. Why is that so hot? She half wants to see if she can get him off like this, just with their hands, because she is sure she can wait for round two once he recovers...
"Can I," she starts, leaning in to kiss him as her hand moves faster, pace rough and unforgiving -- not too hard, but fast and determined enough that it is clear she wants to get him off right here, right now. Except. "Can I suck your cock, please?"
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He mostly lets her move her fingers on her own, but occasionally he directs. His breathing comes in quicker to match the sudden jump in her pace, and he ducks his head into her neck, kissing her briefly with a very soft groan before she finishes her question. Only the thought she puts into place and question itself extends the sound a few seconds. She could very well finish him off sooner than he expected or wanted, which surprises him as much as the fact that she wants to go down on him.
"I thought you wanted me to fuck you right here and right now?"
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It's just that she's gotten distracted by their hands and wondering how salty sweet he would taste and imagining the noises he would make under her touch -- those groans! But maybe...
She nods once, decisive. "You're right, I do. Right here, right now." That is still what she wants, definitely. She doesn't mind coming undone first, but she finds that giving it a second thought doesn't take away any of the anticipation for either activity. "But after. Between here and bed and a gatorade. I want to taste you."
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He closes his eyes again, because the temptation to give in still lingers. Later, she wants to taste him later, those are her exact words. The image gets stuck in his head, but so does another one, where his head is buried between her legs. His eyes snap open, and his gaze lands on her full of want. He just wants her, in every single way.
"Only if I get my own taste of you after too."
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"Alright, yeah. Maybe another gatorade, first. Put the condom on, Cassian."
She doesn't need to be worked up any more, she is more than ready to do and she wants to get going already. Her thumb brushes across the very tip of his cock, lifting her hand to lick the taste off her thumb. "Keep talking."
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"You really are ready," he says with a grin, letting the pad of his thumb linger and tease while his free hand fumbles around for the condom.
She did tell him to keep talking, so he does that while he tries to open the wrapper with one hand and his teeth. "How long have you been thinking about this, Jyn? How long have you been thinking about me inside you?"
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"Hurry up. I've been thinking about this for days." Longer. Weeks, really, idly as she sat at the piano with her headphones in and he played cards with Bodhi and Baze and Chirrut at the apartment. Poker night has started a lot of fantasies she never let play out because Cassian is a cop and she is a criminal.
How long have he and Bodhi known each other? Another huff. "How long have you known Bodhi? That long."
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"Is this how you imagined it? Your legs around me on the counter?" He pauses to kiss her, biting briefly. "I liked to picture you on top of me more." He sounds just as breathless as her, tone of voice very keen with need.
Cassian nudges gently at her leg to spread it further, which is at odds with how tightly he holds it two seconds later. He crowds up into her space again and finally pushes inside her with a groan, lips brushing against hers while he stills in place. "That's a long time to think about me. How creative did we get?"
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He's going to ruin her, she knows it. She's fucked.
Literally.
Finally, too late, too long, a breath and a whine as she chases after his mouth. "Abundantly. Tell me what else you pictured? What else did you think about?"
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She doesn't need to chase his mouth very far either, because he's all too happy to lean in and meet her lips with a very greedy kiss. He waits a few seconds for them both to adjust, processing her question, processing how it feels to be inside her. He drags his hand idly along her thigh, then abruptly pulls out to push quickly back in.
"I thought about fucking you in that tiny room, in that tiny bed. In the middle of poker night, so we would have to be quiet." He kisses briefly along her jaw while he starts to move in her at a very slow pace. Is he still waiting for her to get comfortable or is he being an ass?? It's definitely the latter. "But you do not have to keep quiet now. I thought about how you might sound in my bed too, with no one else around. I bet you can be very noisy."
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"We can do that. During poker night." He'd going so slow, so teasingly slow, and Jyn feels another whine in her throat. Her legs curl tighter around his waist and her fingers grip against his hair hard enough to pull his head back to look at him.
"I won't make any noises if you don't start properly fucking me, Andor. You can take your bloody time next time."
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It's what he was waiting for though, a very clear display of her impatience - as though his own wasn't running thin too. He start to move faster, because he's been thinking about this for days, maybe not on the counter, but the urgency of it has him fucking her with gusto. His hands slip around the curve of her ass, she seemed to like that before, and it gives him slightly more control over keeping them in place as his quicker pace continues, pushing a little harder each time.
"I want to hear you. I have been thinking about that most of all." He's not sure how he manages to get it out between all his own gasps, but he knows what he is about and it is making the other person moan.
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She's going to have bruises on the back of her thighs and probably hickies, but god, she is going to treasure them.
It's only just started but she doesn't know how long she is going to be able to last, it's already feels so good and she can feel the orgasm pooling in her belly, warm and sharp. One hand slips from his hair, sliding down his arm and belated realizing they both have shirts on still, to pull his hand -- half-reluctantly -- off her ass, missing the warmth immediately, and pushing his hand instead between her legs. "Please. Don't stop until you make me scream."
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There's zero resistance when she moves his hand, his fingers immediately getting to work between her legs and brushing against the shirt she apparently still has on. If he wasn't so keen on keeping his hands on her, he might pull it off right now. He finds her clit instead and keeps fucking her, other hand pressing into her ass, like he can keep her stuck there between all appendages. "I want you to scream when you come. Can you do that?"
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She can't even get herself off this quickly and then here is a Cassian Andor, fucking her on his gosh damn counter top and she feels like she's going to come apart at the seams.
Her fingers curl tighter in his hair, one hand releasing to slide down to curve around the back of his neck, grip firm. "Harder," she demands, somehow fierce even as the word melts into another breathless whimper, another gasped moan.
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It's very easy to comply with her request, groaning with the tight grip uses on his neck. His own hand squeezes more tightly on her bum and he fucks into her harder, chasing after her moans. He kisses her and swallows up a whimper, keeping his forehead to hers while his pace continues more roughly like she wants. His control is getting more tenuous, even as he keeps them tangled up tight and presses his thumb more firmly between her legs. "You feel so good, Jyn. I can't wait to feel what it's like when you come. Just listening to you makes me want more, it makes me want to fuck you until you are hoarse."
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Jyn tries to hold on, she does, tries to draw it out for him, but her whines are turning almost pained, gasped ripped from her throat. One hand flies out behind her, fingers pressing so hard into the counter that her knuckles turn white, but she wants to be as close to him as possible, body pressing harder against his nimble fingers and meeting his every thrust as best she can. Her legs clench painfully tight around his hips, other hand leaving tiny crescent moon indents against his shoulder.
She's so close, teetering on the very edge. Leaning up to kiss him is the last straw, coming with a moan so loud it could be a scream, whole body shuddering with the sheer force of her orgasm, shaking and trembling, feverishly flushed with a sheen of sweat.
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She kisses him and comes in the same breath, the sound of her almost scream rushes through him, and the last of his control slips away. He fucks her through it, drawing it out as long as he can for her, relishing the way her body feels around him. He buries his face in her neck while he chases hard after his own finish, hand moving to grip her hips and hold her down on the countertop until he finally falls over the edge after her. He muffles his own groan against her neck, riding out his own orgasm until he stills inside her.
He doesn't move even after it's over, too warm and too content with how closely they're pressed and tangled in. He needs a few moments to catch his breath, that's all. Her legs are in a death grip around him, he's trapped anyway.
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She's trying to settle her breathing, feeling as weak and jelly limbed as a newborn kitten, but still she manages to swear. Her hand lifts from his shoulder so slowly, only to settle against his neck instead, fingers idly combing through the hair at the back of his neck, damp with sweat. Eventually the vise of her legs loosens but she doesn't untangle from him, content enough to stay wrapped around him while he's wrapped around her.
Her voice is a rasp. Did she really scream? Damn. "Better than imagined."
Better than having a wank in the bathroom while he was in the next room, for sure.
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