He gets the absolute dumbest grin on his face when she climbs into his lap, even if also looks utterly concerned at the same time.
"He is still awake and you have your hand on him!" At least he's laughing about it, setting his own beer and food aside the moment he realizes where she's climbing. He tilts his neck on instinct, opening it up to her whims despite his vocal objections and his now free hands settling on her hips. He's very contrary. "I would very much love nothing more than to play with you, but I am going to be thinking about Mateo right next to us the whole time."
"Mmm, I bet I could distract you," she hums, kissing a line up his neck and peppering even more kisses down his jaw, sighing a delighted noise at the feel of his stubble beneath her lips. She's easily distracting herself, rolling her hips down hard against his.
She seems very intent on getting him riled up, but her head tilts just slightly as she kisses the corner of his mouth to check on Mateo who is happy as ever chewing on Jyn's finger and idly opening and closing his fingers against her wrist.
He gives not one single fuck about what his parents are doing.
"Jyn," he whines, the sort of whine he would deny actually was one. His grip tightens at her hips when she rolls down on him, and all of this is incredibly unfair!
He can't bring himself to quite reject it, not for some seemingly simple kissing, but he knows he would press pause if she tried something more. He spares a glance sideways, where Mateo is oblivious and still gnawing on his mother's finger.
"I know he is completely unaware, but I am not comfortable losing my pants with our son right beside us on the couch." He sounds very breathless but he's trying to be firm about it! She is making it hard. In more ways than one.
"I don't have to take your pants off." It's been long enough that she is pretty sure she can get him off from friction alone. Hell, she's pretty sure she can get herself off from friction alone.
But Mateo yawns around her finger and Jyn leaps off Cassian's lap.
"Oh, look, nap time for Mateo, say goodnight to Papa, mijo." Scooping up their son, she makes him wave his lil' paw at his father before sweeping to their room to settle the baby in his bassinet. Time for sleep for babies and sexy stuff for his parents.
He huffs out a pitiful almost-whine when she suddenly climbs off his lap, hands floundering like he doesn't know where to put them. She probably could have gotten him off on friction like they were teenagers, but there are many ways she can do that with ease now. It comes from knowing each other so well.
"Jyn Erso, you are going to kill me," he says loud enough for her to hear it, dropping his head back into the couch and rubbing the bridge of his nose while he tries to ignore the sudden tightness in his pants. He reaches for his beer to take another swig and resists the urge to follow after her - for about five seconds before he climbs to his feet, sighing again at the way it shifts his pants, before moving to stand in the doorframe of their bedroom.
It's not his fault he wants to watch Jyn put Mateo down to sleep.
Edited (to his seat what???) 2019-02-24 01:19 (UTC)
In all honesty, Jyn has played herself because she doesn't have the medical go ahead to get down to business and she is as riled up as Cassian's not very well disguised erection.
She tries to focus on the baby, humming a lullaby that is, in reality, just a hummed version of Sin Pijama. It's not exactly appropriate for a baby but it's not like she's singing it. And it's not like he would know the difference if she were singing it.
Which she starts, soft and quiet, when Mateo makes a whining noise when Jyn attempts to lay him down. Fine, she'll keep rocking him a little while longer, swaying around the room and flashing her husband a small smile. "If you want to put your pajamas on so I can take them off, that would cut down on some time."
"I think it would take more effort to get new pants back on, so you can just take these off yourself if you like. Either way I end up sin pijama." Of course he heard her singing it. He likes waiting to see whatever inappropriate song Jyn will sing to their son next, he's keeping a mental list. Eventually it will be a real list, he likes lists.
But.
He gets stuck on that whole, you know, reciprocation thing all over again and can feel little pinpricks of guilt eating away at him. Why should he get to feel good when currently his amazing girlfriend is literally medically barred from the same?? "You know I am still second guessing this, right? It just does not seem fair."
"If I recall correctly, the last time we had sex you got me off three times before you finished so we're already at a deficit, Andor." They didn't even realize it would be the last time, but Cassian tended to give far more than he got.
"Close your eyes, mijo, it's time to sleep, my darling," Jyn croons to the baby, gently setting him in his bassinet. He blinks at her slowly, but his eyes close and stay closed and Jyn breathes out slowly as she straightens up, moving over to her boyfriend.
"It is still a little weird down there so I don't want your mouth and your dick is briefly disallowed, but with some lube I am absolutely certain you can make me scream with your fingers, babe. But I'm sucking your cock first and you'll be to spent to walk when I'm done with you so pick a venue first." She stands on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek before she passes him, slapping his ass as she slips back into the hall.
He wrinkles his nose, because while it is technically true, he still doesn't like it now! He doesn't like to get off without making sure Jyn does too, and if he does it three times for her instead of once, it's fine! It placates him a little to think about using his hands, but he still stresses and worries she might not actually be ready for that. Not that he needs any kind of sex with her, but she wants it, so he is willing. Overthinking sex?? Yes of course he is Cassian Andor, he overthinks everything. "That was another time entirely," he mumbles. It isn't related to now!!
He watches her with a very fond smile after she smacks his ass and leaves, stealing one more look at his sleeping baby before he slips from the room. He doesn't want to completely ruin whatever the mood is by getting distracted by their infant.
"Why would I ever pick the bedroom when you have just put Mateo in there?" Come on, Jyn. "We do not have a lot of other options beyond the couch."
"We have got a guest bedroom." Admittedly one full of boxes with a mattress against the wall but it is still technically a room they could fuck in and she refuses to give in to their lack of options.
But she wanted the couch anyway because it's low enough that she doesn't have to sit up on her knees and can be very lazy.
Her idea of doing the dishes amounts to dumping them in the sink and spraying them a bit with the water but that is it. She quickly downs the rest of her beer before setting that in the sink, too, turning back to her boyfriend, looking utterly fond. She loves him so much.
A guestroom with a mattress without any sheets yet, so while he supposes technically it's an option, he is disregarding it. It's not like much of their house is set up fully yet, but at least the living room has a semblance of cozy.
His face melts at the way she looks at him, smile softening even if she calls him the fuck out. "Do I even need to answer that?" It's fine, he can drag himself too. He reaches out for her hand because he wants to hold her hand!! Even if more is on the way eventually. "I want you to know that I am only agreeing to this and have decided on the couch because I love you."
"Cassian," Jyn hums, squeezing his fingers as she is pulled toward him as if by gravity. Her free hand lifts to brush his bicep, fingertips ghosting across his shirt. "First of all, thank you. Second of all--"
She stretches up on her tiptoes to kiss his chin. She loves everything about his overthinking and his agreement and him. Another kiss against his stubble, scraping her teeth against his jaw.
"You like to watch me fall apart, that does it for you and you would never ask for me to return the favor." Her voice drops, low and warm. "So please indulge me, Captain, and let me do that for you, because it does it for me too."
Cassian likes all the little comfortable touches between them. They're so natural now that he doesn't always realize it, but he does now simply because he's so hypersensitive to her touch.
He just huffs out a quiet laugh that's more like a sigh, letting her trail kisses over his face too. It's always weird for him to just accept attention and affection, but Jyn has always... made it easier. He wants her to know that all his reluctance isn't related to her.
"I already agreed to indulge you," he says, his voice just as low as hers as he settles his hands at her waist. "You have always made it easier for me to just let you take care of me like that, even when I am having doubts."
With that she starts fiddling with his pants, getting them undone before she shoves them down, helping him out of them before she shoves him on to the couch. It's lucky that they've already unpacked the blankets and she had already draped the blankets over the couch so everything will stay nice and clean. And comfortable.
She gives him all of five seconds before she coaxes his dick in her mouth with an indulgent moan and goes to fucking town. Jyn loves going down on him on a good day because there is always someone so beautiful and powerful in wrecking him a little, in making him give in to her and relax. Over the years she has gotten Cassian specific blow jobs down to a science, but this one... maybe it is the gap of time, maybe it is the baby sleeping in the other room, maybe David Attenborough really does do it for her.
Either way, her own moans turn plaintive as she brings him to excruciating release, panting when she finally drags her mouth away, cheeks flushed as she looks up at him from her position kneeling on a pillow in front of him.
There's always that tiny, lingering bit of reluctance both before and after he agrees, but Jyn has indeed gotten very good at distracting him sufficiently, at making him feel like it's okay to let go. He's allowed to give himself over to her, and after all these years, he has to admit it has gotten a little easier. The first touch of her lips and he's gone, he surrenders.
He's never particularly noisy or loud, but the grunts and groans come easily under her mouth; by the time Jyn finishes him off on the couch, he lets out his own eager moan that sounds a lot like her name. He turns into jelly and just lays there when she pulls back, though he idly waves his hand out for hers, always wanting at least that tiny bit of connection.
He peers down at her after a moment, breath coming in hard as he offers her the laziest, happiest smile, expression soft and only for her. "I love you. Come here."
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"He is still awake and you have your hand on him!" At least he's laughing about it, setting his own beer and food aside the moment he realizes where she's climbing. He tilts his neck on instinct, opening it up to her whims despite his vocal objections and his now free hands settling on her hips. He's very contrary. "I would very much love nothing more than to play with you, but I am going to be thinking about Mateo right next to us the whole time."
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She seems very intent on getting him riled up, but her head tilts just slightly as she kisses the corner of his mouth to check on Mateo who is happy as ever chewing on Jyn's finger and idly opening and closing his fingers against her wrist.
He gives not one single fuck about what his parents are doing.
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He can't bring himself to quite reject it, not for some seemingly simple kissing, but he knows he would press pause if she tried something more. He spares a glance sideways, where Mateo is oblivious and still gnawing on his mother's finger.
"I know he is completely unaware, but I am not comfortable losing my pants with our son right beside us on the couch." He sounds very breathless but he's trying to be firm about it! She is making it hard. In more ways than one.
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But Mateo yawns around her finger and Jyn leaps off Cassian's lap.
"Oh, look, nap time for Mateo, say goodnight to Papa, mijo." Scooping up their son, she makes him wave his lil' paw at his father before sweeping to their room to settle the baby in his bassinet. Time for sleep for babies and sexy stuff for his parents.
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"Jyn Erso, you are going to kill me," he says loud enough for her to hear it, dropping his head back into the couch and rubbing the bridge of his nose while he tries to ignore the sudden tightness in his pants. He reaches for his beer to take another swig and resists the urge to follow after her - for about five seconds before he climbs to his feet, sighing again at the way it shifts his pants, before moving to stand in the doorframe of their bedroom.
It's not his fault he wants to watch Jyn put Mateo down to sleep.
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She tries to focus on the baby, humming a lullaby that is, in reality, just a hummed version of Sin Pijama. It's not exactly appropriate for a baby but it's not like she's singing it. And it's not like he would know the difference if she were singing it.
Which she starts, soft and quiet, when Mateo makes a whining noise when Jyn attempts to lay him down. Fine, she'll keep rocking him a little while longer, swaying around the room and flashing her husband a small smile. "If you want to put your pajamas on so I can take them off, that would cut down on some time."
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But.
He gets stuck on that whole, you know, reciprocation thing all over again and can feel little pinpricks of guilt eating away at him. Why should he get to feel good when currently his amazing girlfriend is literally medically barred from the same?? "You know I am still second guessing this, right? It just does not seem fair."
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"Close your eyes, mijo, it's time to sleep, my darling," Jyn croons to the baby, gently setting him in his bassinet. He blinks at her slowly, but his eyes close and stay closed and Jyn breathes out slowly as she straightens up, moving over to her boyfriend.
"It is still a little weird down there so I don't want your mouth and your dick is briefly disallowed, but with some lube I am absolutely certain you can make me scream with your fingers, babe. But I'm sucking your cock first and you'll be to spent to walk when I'm done with you so pick a venue first." She stands on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek before she passes him, slapping his ass as she slips back into the hall.
Gotta put the dishes away first.
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He watches her with a very fond smile after she smacks his ass and leaves, stealing one more look at his sleeping baby before he slips from the room. He doesn't want to completely ruin whatever the mood is by getting distracted by their infant.
"Why would I ever pick the bedroom when you have just put Mateo in there?" Come on, Jyn. "We do not have a lot of other options beyond the couch."
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But she wanted the couch anyway because it's low enough that she doesn't have to sit up on her knees and can be very lazy.
Her idea of doing the dishes amounts to dumping them in the sink and spraying them a bit with the water but that is it. She quickly downs the rest of her beer before setting that in the sink, too, turning back to her boyfriend, looking utterly fond. She loves him so much.
"Still overthinking it?"
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His face melts at the way she looks at him, smile softening even if she calls him the fuck out. "Do I even need to answer that?" It's fine, he can drag himself too. He reaches out for her hand because he wants to hold her hand!! Even if more is on the way eventually. "I want you to know that I am only agreeing to this and have decided on the couch because I love you."
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She stretches up on her tiptoes to kiss his chin. She loves everything about his overthinking and his agreement and him. Another kiss against his stubble, scraping her teeth against his jaw.
"You like to watch me fall apart, that does it for you and you would never ask for me to return the favor." Her voice drops, low and warm. "So please indulge me, Captain, and let me do that for you, because it does it for me too."
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He just huffs out a quiet laugh that's more like a sigh, letting her trail kisses over his face too. It's always weird for him to just accept attention and affection, but Jyn has always... made it easier. He wants her to know that all his reluctance isn't related to her.
"I already agreed to indulge you," he says, his voice just as low as hers as he settles his hands at her waist. "You have always made it easier for me to just let you take care of me like that, even when I am having doubts."
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With that she starts fiddling with his pants, getting them undone before she shoves them down, helping him out of them before she shoves him on to the couch. It's lucky that they've already unpacked the blankets and she had already draped the blankets over the couch so everything will stay nice and clean. And comfortable.
She gives him all of five seconds before she coaxes his dick in her mouth with an indulgent moan and goes to fucking town. Jyn loves going down on him on a good day because there is always someone so beautiful and powerful in wrecking him a little, in making him give in to her and relax. Over the years she has gotten Cassian specific blow jobs down to a science, but this one... maybe it is the gap of time, maybe it is the baby sleeping in the other room, maybe David Attenborough really does do it for her.
Either way, her own moans turn plaintive as she brings him to excruciating release, panting when she finally drags her mouth away, cheeks flushed as she looks up at him from her position kneeling on a pillow in front of him.
"Good?"
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He's never particularly noisy or loud, but the grunts and groans come easily under her mouth; by the time Jyn finishes him off on the couch, he lets out his own eager moan that sounds a lot like her name. He turns into jelly and just lays there when she pulls back, though he idly waves his hand out for hers, always wanting at least that tiny bit of connection.
He peers down at her after a moment, breath coming in hard as he offers her the laziest, happiest smile, expression soft and only for her. "I love you. Come here."
Yes, it was good, his girlfriend is the best.