[ His grin, while near cheeky, is good to see. She's gotten used to his reactions, cataloguing all the little things that tell her when he's okay or when he's shaken, when he needs space. Right now, he's open and wanting, that knife sharp crook of his mouth telling her to keep going. She drags her nails down his chest, stopping to tweak both of his nipples, rolling her thumbs across them. It's a brief touch, one that continues down again, following the indents of his ribs and the dip of his stomach.
Of course, he distracts her with his own touch, clever fingers running across her skin. Inej sways towards the contact, eager for more. Her hips shift against him again, the jut of his erection pressing between her legs enough to be a tease. She shifts her weight enough to undo the front of his pants, tugging the waistband down his hips. ]
[ then she should be able to tell that tonight will be a good night. inej is right, to always be looking out for him. bad days sneak up from the shadows of the slat when he least expects it, and the dirtyhands rumors will start up once more. but they are few and far between, and right now, in this room, the last thing he's worrying about is that.
instead, he wants quite the opposite. wants inej's hands across his chest, pulling a hiss from him as his back arches, up into her nails, her fingers on his chest. everywhere she touches is fire, a good fire, one he chases after where he can. ]
Inej... [ his voice is low, gravelly, heavy with want and impatient. with a dangerous crick of a tone. don't keep me waiting. she'll know he doesn't mean anything by it, it's been far too long since kaz any authority of inej, she pulls down the waistband of his pants and he lets out a laugh.
there's just enough time for him to reach up and press a palm to her, running his fingers between her legs. to lean forward and press his lips to her shoulder. he just wants to feel her, at this point, any way he can. ]
[ Maybe once before, she would've felt the full impact of his impatience. She would have done something about it, their footing still so unsure in those early days. But now she simply smiles at the edge of his tone, knowing exactly what it means. Authoritative without the authority– if she didn't know better, she'd say it was petulant.
Except it cracks in the next moment, his raspy laugh filling the space between them. The sound warms her from the inside out, knowing she's one of the few who's heard it, genuinely. And well, maybe his touch helps, clever fingers finding their way between her legs, mouth to her shoulder. She hums at both, though her hips push down just a bit, savoring the pressure.
Too bad she isn't one to get distracted from her goals, no matter how much she wants something in the moment. Though she makes it a brief departure as she tugs his pants down and off, wanting just as much as him to touch. When she resettles, she pulls him in for a deeper kiss, both of her palms pressed flat against his chest. ]
Can I help you? [ The words are murmured against his lips, the light and teasing tone discolored by how obvious her want is. ]
[ petulant. inej is the only person in all of ketterdam who would dare to think as much. the only person who would be safe enough to do so. and she knows it, which is half the reason why. inej moves under his hands, pressing more firmly into his palm, and he presses back to her in kind.
inej is the stronger person here (in more ways than one) when she pulls them apart. kaz almost tries to follow her when she goes, but in realizing moments later where and why she moves, Kaz falls back again to lift his hips, to help get the pants off and removed. it's a little rushed, a little inelegant (there's only so much he can do, even when he leg feels alright), but they are still young. still stumbling through whatever this is supposed to be.
inej resettles and Kaz sits back up to meet her, meeting her push for push on the kiss, his hands back to her waist, reaching around her lower back to pull her closer. the words pull his attention from the more primal (heat, her, close, now) back to the higher functioning, and Kaz grins back against her lips. ]
I don't think I need to answer that.
[ because in the end, kaz brekker will always be a little shit. ]
[ His hands settle back on her waist and she feels a thrill, enjoying the weight of them. The wanted possessiveness. It's taken her a while to get used to that particular touch, having been handled in the Menagerie so often. But now she loves it, loves him. Knows if she asked, he'd take his hands away immediately. Knows he's always looking out for her, can see it now in the warm coffee of his gaze and his grin.
She huffs a laugh, smiling against his mouth. ]
No, I guess not. [ Inej presses another kiss to his lips and then another, each one stoking the heat under her skin. And then she's settling her center right against his cock, pushing her hips down. Her pulse skips and she lets out a shaky breath across his neck, repeating the motion and feeling a sticky rush dampen her underwear enough to make the cloth flimsy. ]
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Of course, he distracts her with his own touch, clever fingers running across her skin. Inej sways towards the contact, eager for more. Her hips shift against him again, the jut of his erection pressing between her legs enough to be a tease. She shifts her weight enough to undo the front of his pants, tugging the waistband down his hips. ]
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instead, he wants quite the opposite. wants inej's hands across his chest, pulling a hiss from him as his back arches, up into her nails, her fingers on his chest. everywhere she touches is fire, a good fire, one he chases after where he can. ]
Inej... [ his voice is low, gravelly, heavy with want and impatient. with a dangerous crick of a tone. don't keep me waiting. she'll know he doesn't mean anything by it, it's been far too long since kaz any authority of inej, she pulls down the waistband of his pants and he lets out a laugh.
there's just enough time for him to reach up and press a palm to her, running his fingers between her legs. to lean forward and press his lips to her shoulder. he just wants to feel her, at this point, any way he can. ]
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Except it cracks in the next moment, his raspy laugh filling the space between them. The sound warms her from the inside out, knowing she's one of the few who's heard it, genuinely. And well, maybe his touch helps, clever fingers finding their way between her legs, mouth to her shoulder. She hums at both, though her hips push down just a bit, savoring the pressure.
Too bad she isn't one to get distracted from her goals, no matter how much she wants something in the moment. Though she makes it a brief departure as she tugs his pants down and off, wanting just as much as him to touch. When she resettles, she pulls him in for a deeper kiss, both of her palms pressed flat against his chest. ]
Can I help you? [ The words are murmured against his lips, the light and teasing tone discolored by how obvious her want is. ]
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inej is the stronger person here (in more ways than one) when she pulls them apart. kaz almost tries to follow her when she goes, but in realizing moments later where and why she moves, Kaz falls back again to lift his hips, to help get the pants off and removed. it's a little rushed, a little inelegant (there's only so much he can do, even when he leg feels alright), but they are still young. still stumbling through whatever this is supposed to be.
inej resettles and Kaz sits back up to meet her, meeting her push for push on the kiss, his hands back to her waist, reaching around her lower back to pull her closer. the words pull his attention from the more primal (heat, her, close, now) back to the higher functioning, and Kaz grins back against her lips. ]
I don't think I need to answer that.
[ because in the end, kaz brekker will always be a little shit. ]
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She huffs a laugh, smiling against his mouth. ]
No, I guess not. [ Inej presses another kiss to his lips and then another, each one stoking the heat under her skin. And then she's settling her center right against his cock, pushing her hips down. Her pulse skips and she lets out a shaky breath across his neck, repeating the motion and feeling a sticky rush dampen her underwear enough to make the cloth flimsy. ]