[ 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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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. ]