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[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.]

[ She lets her free hand to slide along her stomach, slowly working its way up her to cradle one of her breasts as her other hand works between her thighs, knowing exactly how to make herself wetter. But she's not so distracted as to forget to ask.]

Do you have a condom here?

[Gansey nearly misses what she says, he's so distracted with what she's doing to herself. He re-focuses on her face for a second.]

Yes, [he replies as he leans over towards his nightstand. He doesn't disturb Betty too much--his bed is not very large after all. He's picked up a box to keep there just in case, especially considering the whole state of affairs.

He grabs one and puts it on the bed next to them, resuming the position he was in before he moved.]

Good. [ Before he moves to grab protection, she lifts up on her knees more to give him the room to move. Her fingers work a little harder as he moves and once he's back and settled, she moves back to straddle his lap, closer than she was before so that he can feel the movement of her fingers, every so often.]

[His breath hitches whenever she ends up grazing him and he's not entirely sure it's accidental. Without realizing, he's biting at his bottom lip as he watches her pleasure herself.]

You may touch me now, [ she hums softly, after a few more moments of touching herself. She wants to feel his touch while she gets herself off, wants to come with him touching her skin.]

[He lets out a small sigh--almost like a sigh of relief--before he runs his hands up her thighs once more. Moving forward a bit and doing his best not to restrict her, he wraps one arm around her waist to keep her close. Then he takes one breast in one hand and the other in his mouth, tongue swirling gently over her nipple.]

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