disentombs | Duplicity inbox

[There's a soft moan in the back of his throat when she does, allowing her to taste him. He responds in kind, nipping at her lower lip, and slowly guiding her to his bed. Without breaking the kiss, he sits on the edge, now having to angle his head up towards her.]

[ She climbs onto the bed after him, straddling his lap without hesitation and lowering herself so their bodies are pressed flush. With one hand on the back of his neck, keeping herself balanced and secure in his lap, the other moves to tangle into his hair as her hips give an experimental roll. ]

[His hands move to her ass, only to pull her closer so that they're flush, holding her in place. Gansey hums into the kiss with a sharp gasp as she entangles her fingers in his hair. It sends a shiver down his spine.

His hands move up to the small of Betty's back, running up her spine and rucking up her shirt as he goes, aiming to take it off with their next breath of air.]

[ Oh, so he likes the hand in his hair? She takes note of that and moves to give him a playful tug just before he starts working her shirt up.

She pulls back from the kiss and looks down at him.] Take it off and then yours.

[His head moves along with her tug and he lets out a shuddering sigh. Gansey happily obeys her, pulling the shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside. Just as easily, he pulls up his own shirt, exposing muscle that likely isn't too obvious under the winter clothes he's been wearing around her. That gets tossed elsewhere--he'll look for it later--and he dives back in, skin to skin, to capture her lips, more hungry than before.]

[ her sweater and his shirt get tossed, she's got nothing but her bra on beneath it. And when he pulls her back in close, kissing her again, she moves her hands along his shoulders, eager to touch his newly bared skin. Again, she rolls her hips above his, trying to give them both friction. ]

[He hums against her lips at the friction, meeting her halfway as he ruts against her, already half hard. He fumbles with the back of her bra for a few seconds before unsnapping it. Once it's off and tossed out of the way, one hand presses down on the small of her back, encouraging her to grind against him more. The other comes up to cup a breast, thumb brushing lightly over her nipple.]

[ Betty assumes someone as beautiful and charming as Gansey has been with a girl or two, so when he fumbles with her bra, she's almost surprised by it. But she makes no comment and thinks that maybe it might just be the excitement that's got him moving unsteadily.

Especially since after he gets her bra off, he helps her to move above him, to grind their bodies together. And he touches her chest. Her hand in his hair, she pulls his mouth away from hers and guides it to her neck. ] Tell me what you want.

[Betty would be half right.

His mouth goes to her neck and he kisses, bites at the sensitive skin there, then licks and sucks on the marks. Her skin is creamy and flawless and there's a certain satisfaction in marring it. He only half hears her at first.]

What I want?

[His flush could easily be attributed to having been worked up and how he's been in constant motion for the past 20 minutes or so, instead of being embarrassed about the idea of putting a voice to his thoughts regarding sex.]

I want to please you, [he says honestly, whatever form that may take.]

[ When he moves to make a mark, she pulls his mouth away before he can, aiming to distract him from doing that. From marking her skin.

He flustered and she likes it, likes that she has that effect on him, that she is that appealing to someone. Her hands smooth over his shoulders as he answers, watching his face.]

It would please me if you told me what you wanted.

[He flushes a little redder eyes not quite meeting hers when she confronts him again.]

I want to be inside of you, [he manages to say and meet her eyes.]

[ Her hands move to his face, guiding his mouth back to hers as an answer to his words, as a reward for giving her what she wanted, the truth. Deepening the kiss but only for a brief moment, she pulls back and slips off his lap. Not to get away from him but rather, to start to unfasten her jeans and shimmy them down her legs.

She's not thinking about anyone else but Gansey now, focused on the way his eyes are dark and his skin is flushed and focused on getting her boots and jeans off.]

[He misses her in his lap already and it's probably very obvious by now that he does. He has no one else on his mind except Betty right in front of him, and it's like he's realizing how beautiful she is for the first time.

He's focusing mainly on how eager she seems to be, to give Gansey what he wants. It's enthralling and his eyes can't leave her even if they wanted to.]

[ Once she's done, she's left in nothing but her underwear. She doesn't let herself feel self-conscious, doesn't give herself the time. She moves back towards him, reaching for the fastenings of his pants to start getting them off. ] Help me.

[And he does. He shifts his hips after she's done unbuckling his belt, undoing buttons and soon he's left in nothing but his boxer briefs on. His pants are left on the ground and he pulls Betty closer into another kiss.]

[ He pulls her in for another kiss and she lets him, for a brief moment. Kissing him back, she stands between his legs, one hand moving to comb through his hair again, except this time she uses that grip to pull him back from her lips.]

I want to be in control, is that okay? [ With Jughead, she doesn't need to ask, she knows it turns him on but Gansey is someone new and she really likes him. The last thing she wants is to hurt him or make him uncomfortable.]

Yes, [he replies, breathless which may or may not be directly related to her grip on his hair. He's absolutely done this before with Phillip, his first (and only, thus far) partner here, and he likes where this is going.]

[ She looks pleased with his answer and is pleased to hear how breathless he sounds by the prospect of it. She doesn't think he thinks she'd stop this if he didn't agree to it, she's not that kind of person.

She presses a soft kiss to his lips.] Lay back on the bed.

[He leans into the kiss, very curious to see how Betty is when she needs to be in control of things in this context. His curiosity and his arousal are competing for primary reasons he can't keep his eyes off her.

When he pulls back from her, he does as she says, pulling himself back to lay in the middle of his bed.]

[ Once he's back on the bed, she crawls on after him, moving to straddle his waist. Her hands move to his shoulders and she pulls him up into a seated position so that she can kiss him and feel his hands on her as well.]

Kiss me.

[Even with the thin fabric between them, there's no mistaking just how much Gansey wants all of this. His hands run up her thighs before she has him sit up again.

He doesn't have to be told twice.

Pulling her close until there's no space between them, chest to chest, he leans up and firmly presses his mouth to hers, lips sliding over lips. He catches her bottom lip with a hint of playful teeth.]

[ She can feel how excited he is. It only fuels her own feelings, the heat spreading through her. He does as she commands him to, pulling her into a kiss.

She hums into his mouth, smiling briefly at the playful way he uses his teeth. As she returns the kiss, she moves to slide her hand between their bodies to palm him through his underwear.

It's a brief touch before she leans back, away from him. Her eyes stay on his face as she moves that same hand to slide down her own body, fingertips slipping beneath the waistband of her underwear to touch herself instead.]

[She's in contact with him just long enough for a groan to build in the back of his throat, and then the pressure is gone far too soon.

He watches her with rapt attention, eyes hazed with lust. Of course his eyes follow her hand as it goes down...her own body. His hands travel up the insides offer thighs, wanting to help her if she'll let him.]

Hands on the bed, [ she murmurs in soft command.] For now, [ she amends as her fingers slide between her thighs to truly touch herself, rubbing and stroking touches hidden beneath the fabric of her underwear, blocked from his view. ]

I want you to watch.

[He sucks in a breath when she issues her command.

Slowly, he brings his hands down to the bed behind him, leaning back a little bit on them so he has an even better view of what she's doing. Then Betty has a better view of how he's starting to strain against the thin fabric.]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject