Ah - No shit, you don't say. [It's breathless and maybe even incredulously amused. Sure, that's what they can call it. The light fall tights she's put on mask some of the arousal - both of theirs - but she sighs softly at the telltale heat and flat-out groans when Schneider's knee finds her, already straining painfully, already starting to make a mess in her clothes the longer they press against each other like this.
Kainé will hold something against Schneider: the tree at her back, as she gathers up the energy she needs to break from a position she'd be happy to remain in indefinitely and flip Schneider back against it instead, nudging her legs apart with her knee. She can be "impatient," too. Every bit of roughness has been rewarded so far, so she elaborates in kind, teeth sharp and hungry on her jaw, her throat, her collarbone.]
I'll let it slide this time. Keep them like that, okay? [Kainé might not be god's greatest communicator, but she slows the drag of her knuckles down Schneider's stomach, waiting for that last little approval before her hand replaces her leg beneath the skirt fringe. She'd also like to kiss lower, drag her teeth over more secret and sensitive skin, but there are feathers in the way - that's a problem for Kainé thirty seconds in the future.]
Mn--bossy. [But Schneider's eyes are bright and she grinds against Kaine a little harder. She keeps her thigh exactly as Kaine directs her, arching her back a little. Anticipation arcs up her spine as Kaine's hand slides lower and she's suddenly annoyed by Kaine's tights. But she remembers patience, only for a second and she nuzzles along Kaine's neck, biting and sucking at the curve of Kaine's neck in turn. She giggles, soft and breathless]
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Schneider gets a harder, mean little bite in retaliation for her teasing - which probably isn't going to do all that much to deter her from more or even meant to. If anything, there's something comforting in being egged on by her brattiness. Kainé noses lower, taking advantage of the loose, lower neckline of Schneider's dress to try and push it down and expose a little more of her chest.
She hates her now-unbearable tights, too; how annoying it is to be hard inside them... but there's something safe about having that barrier still in place. It lets her focus more on this. It's impossible to not be overeager with that focus: Her fingers deftly move past all the fabric and begin to move up, against, into her, motions aggressive and greedy.
Ow. [Except, by the way Schneider jerks against Kaine, it doesn't really hurt at all. She hums, back arching with pleasure as she rolls her hips and grinds messily against Kaine's hand, crying out softly. She's hot and wet and Kaine's fingers slip easily against her. She presses up a little more, pressing her thigh between Kaine's legs to give her a little more friction, a little more pleasure as she digs her fingers a little against Kaine's shoulder blades. She would really, really like to get their clothes off...but perhaps not out here]
[It's a sentiment that Kainé would share if only she would stop and think of it. Clothing is basically the last thing between them, that inch that can't be bridged even as they're pressed together in every other way with Kainé's face now buried against Schneider's chest.
... But that would require thinking, and it would require stopping when everything feels so urgent and reciprocated and good. Her hand moves so easily against slick skin, palm rocking as it looks for the right place and pace - a task her fingers have less of a problem mastering. Their mission to explore every part of her, inside and out, is one Kainé is very, very close to fulfilling. Half-laughing, half-whimpering, she grinds their bodies together harder, pushing Schneider more against the tree with each movement. Suffice to say, as with most things, she might be getting a little carried away.]
[Schneider's breaths quicken into panting moans as Kaine's fingers - clever, wonderfully good - moves within her, against her folds. She winds her arms around Kaine's shoulders, and nuzzles at the top of Kaine's head to muffle her sounds - she's never felt the urge to be noisy before, and she certainly wasn't going to start now (maybe, or perhaps...). The bark of the tree pricks against the fabric of her oversized jacket, and she squirms a little more, hooking a leg around Kaine's hip for purchase. She feels so good, so hot, and it's been so long--]
[There are things that are lost here in the impulse and the need. More noises. More tenderness. A drowning man will only hold onto what's necessary, after all, and she's taking on water quickly. Kainé's panting mouth meets another feather, and she spits the annoying fucking thing out quickly.]
I'm so close to ripping that goddamn thing off. [It's growled with another harsh grind, dragging and lingering. Perfect closeness still feels out of reach.]
... Hah, I really just can't help myself. You feel great. [Her voice is raspy. Schneider feels great - so tight and wet and her imagination is spiraling - and if she does anything else to touch her more, Kainé knows how it will end. It's the same for both of them. It's been way too long. She thumbs at Schneider's clit, not sure what's right yet but looking for that last missing thing.] You feel great, [she breathes again.
Schneider's clavicle is wet beneath her face. It must be from her mouth, or maybe sweat dripped here. Nothing else.]
I--like my dress--[That's a 'rip it off and suffer the consequences later'. Schneider gasps as Kaine finds her clit, and goes very very still]
You...I quite like your hands. Everything. [Her skin is damp, and her clothes are a mess and the only thing clear in her mind is that she no longer has the leverage to make Kaine a mess in turn but that will come with later. The throbbing desire pulses in her and she squirms a little, moaning plaintively as she works a hand between them to tease at Kaine's breast, tracing over a nipple through the fabric]
[The dress is safe (for now?), because when Schneider freezes, Kainé lifts her head from her chest, ignoring the light tear tracks that she had no idea were there, assuming something else left her skin damp. She looks into Schneider's face for a moment, eyes gauging her features and seeking her real response.
So Schneider will see exactly how she bites her lip at the hand on her breast and the fingers marking the hardened shape of her nipple beneath her clothing. Kainé braces her free hand against the tree that's holding them up, stabilizing them both.]
Yeah. [Hungry, insatiable, she of course wants more.] Yeah, but I'm - [She's pretty worked up. She could hurt her if she gets carried away.]
[Schneider's breath catches in her throat. Oh. Hm. She rubs her fingers over Kaine's nipple with a little more purpose, and leans forward to nuzzle at Kaine's cheek, kissing away the tear tracks and towards the curve of her jaw. She bites at it, then nips at Kaine's ear]
I'm sure you can make a nice mess of us both. Why hold back with me?
[She's unfortunately no longer in a position with much leverage at all, but that was fine; she was happy for Kaine to take the lead here. The ache between her thighs only intensifies and she squirms against Kaine's hand, trying to encourage more]</small.
[It's cute that she uses those words for it, putting such a playful and welcoming spin on something that's felt a number of other things before, many of them painful and few of them kind. It makes her tilt her head obligingly for the kisses and bites just as much as the touches themselves do, ease gradually settling into her - in parts, at least.
Schneider pushes into her hand, and Kainé resumes where she left off, fingers working with a little more clumsiness. There's more distraction despite her clearly eager intentions as she pushes off of the tree with her other hand and brings it down, pausing to trace the thigh wrapped around her waist. The Tights Problem is going to have to be dealt with, no matter how fumbling. Even the graze of her own palm as she works on it is enough to make her shudder and gasp.]
Hey. Are you sure? [It's a pileup of intersecting uncertainties, but her voice is so dark and low with need.]
[Schneider laughs breathlessly and bites harder at Kaine's neck, squirming obligingly as her pulse quickens. She's close now, but she so badly wants even more. ]
Yes. I want you. Badly. Don't you want me too?
[Schneider has been keenly aware of Kaine's eagerness this entire time; she welcomes it. Craves it with a dark, oppressive need]
[No shit. Of course Kainé wants her - not just her, but her, and every bit of herself she's shown her. If Kainé hadn't seen it all, she might not have felt her heart or wanted to hold onto its heartbeat. Her fingers pull out to adjust them both, prepping herself with slick fingers and nudging up between Schneider's thighs, pressing past clothing that's been haphazardly pushed aside to guide herself close and up and in.
She feels amazing, just as she had before, warm and wet in equal measure. Kainé's hips stutter a couple of times, too fast and too hard, while she's trying to adjust. Schneider had seemed almost electric earlier as she buried her cries into the crown of Kainé's head. She wants that back, craving the closeness and how disheveled Schneider had been. Hopefully she can push her past that point again - and quickly. There isn't anything she wants to see more than that right now. Otherwise this won't just be quick, but a little embarrassing.]
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[ Kaine finally lets go of her inhibitions and Schneider wonders when she's met anyone more attractive, any more addictive?]
Oh, oh...
[She makes soft, needy moans that she presses into Kaine's neck, shuddering as Kaine enters, filling her up, seemingly stretching her out. She's so wet now, so overwhelmingly hot and wanting everything about Kaine - the little kindnesses she tried to hide under a bristly nature, the warmth and care with the way she tried to hold Schneider even though Schneider certainly wasn't delicate and wouldn't break any time soon.
Yet, yet...
She squeezes herself around Kaine, encouraging her to continue. ]
Fuck... [It's guttural, the groan ripped straight from her throat as Schneider's cunt clenches for her. She's tight, yet so welcoming and simple to be with.] You're really... [Good. Better than she deserves. Worth it. It's impossible to put into words what it's like to be wanted without caveat.
Bearings found, Kainé works up into a rhythm that her fingers have already started, her hand tightening beneath Schneider's hip to hold her steady. She's held her carefully but tightly, like anything she might be afraid to feel slip away, but roughness suits the both of them, too. So she's rough when she really gets going, rutting her fiercely against the tree. Her free hand wanders, looking for the appropriate place to rest. Where can she touch? Her breast, her stomach - or her thigh, maybe even hard enough to lift her all the way up against the trunk and keep her there?]
[Schneider's voice catches in her throat and her moan is keener, needy. She shudders all around Kaine as she's pressed up harder against the tree. Her fingers dig into Kaine's shoulders and she'd be leaving marks if it weren't for the material of Kaine's dress protecting her. She turns her head, and bites at Kaine's throat again]
I feel hot, tight right? Do you like that? Fucking me like this? [Even now she wants to tease, wants to get Kaine even more riled, reclaim a little bit of that control she's long since surrendered. She's panting, gasping as that rutting pushes into her just so, the angle and the roughness of the tree against her skin sending stars bursting behind her eyes. She tightens around Kaine, pulsing, squeezing]
Damn it. [A shuddery breath, her nails digging in harder against strong, slender shoulders] You really are--so wonderful. So good.
[She's being goaded... Kainé is being goaded, and she can feel it, but the part of her that can recognize that and the part of her that can stop herself from falling for the bait are distinctly separate entities right now. One of them is very, very busy.]
You like it, [she growls out, and the accompanying thrust is so hard it pushes both of them up, making some bark somewhere rake and snap.] No wonder you're so wet; you wanted it so bad from the start. [With all that "impatience," all that pushing, Schneider had dragged her tumbling down into this dizzy mess. She's the one who asked for it - asked for her. With teeth biting at her throat, hot breath against her skin, Kainé has to stop and wet her lips before she speaks again.]
And... you're the one who's gonna cum from being fucked like this, aren't you? [It's filth, her attempt at meeting the same push that Schneider's putting out, but... also ...she is, isn't she? She needs to know, through words or feelings.] That's what I want to see.
[Schneider isn't normally loud. But like this, even with the rumble of the sky and the distant patter of rain that hadn't quite reached them under the shelter of this oak tree, she can't help but throw abandon to the wind to cry out louder, strained and overwhelmed]
If you know that--[Schneider manages to say through panting breaths, and tightens herself around Kaine, pulsing with quickly building heat and desire. She's writhing, biting Kaine where she can and clenches tight around Kaine as she feels herself pushed further and further to the brink]---then you better not stop. Like that. Keep fucking me. I--
[so, so, so close now and she's never been this ready so fast before. But Kaine is gorgeous, hot, really just her type. It wasn't just the roughness, the thrill of doing it out here in the open, Kaine's willingness to give Schneider exactly what she wanted that got Schneider this worked up, this quickly.
There's something tender beneath the edges, something soft, ready to bloom that Schneider doesn't want to touch on just yet.
[It's the opposite for her. Schneider is so different and so unique from those whispers of something she recognizes. Nothing like she could recognize. Maybe that's why this feels so new, almost like being touched for the first time. Maybe that's why her feelings are so cruelly confusing. She can't lose what she doesn't know she has.
Kainé doesn't do well being told what to do, but when it comes to that order... it's probably something she can oblige. She won't stop; she doesn't want to. The overstimulation, the discomfort of standing against the tree, and the frantic need to feel her body in its real and solid state have all made sure of that. There's no time for anything else.
Each time Schneider gets tighter, Kainé jerks a little harder against her, halfway to collapse. Her hand trails again to cup her neck, thumb against the jump of breath and pualse in her neck. Burying her face against Schneider's head, Kainé's erratic grunts give way to more words, the disjointed murmurs pressed into her hair. They're nothing but small words of praise, but they come out like secrets. She feels so good; her noises sound beautiful. In a way, they're more profane than the curses she easily spills daily.]
[Yes. Just like that. Wonderful. Schneider's words come out in half gasped moans, as she loses herself in the moment.
It's not like she hasn't been praised before. But it sounds different like this, different from Kaine. Pleasure builds up with intensity, winding tight deep in her belly until it finally crests at a peak. She cries out, her body drawing tight against Kaine as she clings to her shoulders. Pleasure wracks through her body ebbing waves, until it finally subsides, leaving her a little dazed and more than pliant in Kaine's arms]
[There’s something so satisfying about Schneider, who had been so feisty and baiting, going taut and then soft against her, yielding into something that’s been so rough and forceful until now. She buries her face entirely into Schneider’s hair, panting and drawing her lips along her crown.]
Ah… god. That good? [She tries to chuckle, but it just comes out gasping, breathless and meandering. It’s still so tight and warm around her, trembling furiously. In response, she can only push more, trying to get herself even deeper.] Looks like… nngh, I was right.
[The shame starts to seep in behind the want, behind the indefinable something that makes her want to hold onto this slipping, temporary feeling. She can withdraw to finish herself off once the aftershocks have passed, but she isn’t ready yet… Surely there’s nothing wrong with leaning forward into Schneider’s heat, pretend it’s welcoming her specifically. Selfish Kainé can have a few more moments rocking into her, rolling through the aftermath.]
[Schneider clings to Kaine, panting and adjusts her legs, wrapping them both around Kaine's hips. Kaine is strong enough to hold them both up. But she squeezes herself around Kaine pointedly, humming with pleasure]
Since you pleased me...I think it's only right to let you keep going, hm?
[Each thrust through the aftermath is a little overwhelming, making Schneider's toes curl in her boots. But isn't that part of the thrill too?]
[Oh. Shit. Her hand drops from Schneider's neck to quickly get ahold of her ass, keeping her aloft and steady against the tree. And holding her like this, she can almost feel the angle deepen, letting her get that last closeness she was trying to achieve. And she's gripping her just right -
Kainé knows better than to protest now, not after that invitation. Schneider knows better than anyone else if she would break and what it would take to break her. She agrees with a dumb, wordless little nod into her hair. It has to be intense for her, but that doesn't mean it can't still be good. Her chest starts to hurt from the pounding of her heartbeat or something she's been holding inside it hard enough to make it crack.
After that, Kainé blanks out a little. It almost even makes the guilt in her heart shut up again. She gets close again easily; holding Schneider up like this puts another impetus to make this brief. Kainé is the right touch, the right word, away, a puzzle that can be solved as soon as the right letter is found.
And if the rain in the distance has started moving in a strange direction every now and then, it's just because she's so dizzy with need, unable to think straight.]
[It's a lot, too much, but it's exactly how Schneider likes it. She nuzzles at Kaine's throat, murmurs of approval falling from her lips. Did Kaine feel good? Kaine is beautiful, and strong, and wonderful, and Schneider wants her to feel that. The rain is a distant call now, beyond the slide of their skin and ragged breaths mingling together as Kaine takes her, as she tries to hold Kaine so close so she can't let go]
[Something itchy pricks behind her eyes again as Kainé kisses Schneider's scalp again and again. Beautiful? Wonderful? Does she really feel like she can be any of those things? It almost seems comfortable when it comes from someone like this. She does feel good, and safe in a way that's dangerous and frightening. Safe in a way that can be taken away later. Push closer, pull away... but if she tried to run now, she couldn't. Kainé is being held too close.
What had Schneider said before? She'd make a mess of them both. And it is a mess when she finally stumbles past the zenith following Schneider. She cries out in a hopeless half-sob, injections of heat pulsing through her veins and throbs, spilling inside her with a few last unsteady pumps.
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Kainé will hold something against Schneider: the tree at her back, as she gathers up the energy she needs to break from a position she'd be happy to remain in indefinitely and flip Schneider back against it instead, nudging her legs apart with her knee. She can be "impatient," too. Every bit of roughness has been rewarded so far, so she elaborates in kind, teeth sharp and hungry on her jaw, her throat, her collarbone.]
I'll let it slide this time. Keep them like that, okay? [Kainé might not be god's greatest communicator, but she slows the drag of her knuckles down Schneider's stomach, waiting for that last little approval before her hand replaces her leg beneath the skirt fringe. She'd also like to kiss lower, drag her teeth over more secret and sensitive skin, but there are feathers in the way - that's a problem for Kainé thirty seconds in the future.]
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But I do like that on you too.
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smash cut to kainé later not understanding how she ends up getting topped before flashing back to this conversation:Schneider gets a harder, mean little bite in retaliation for her teasing - which probably isn't going to do all that much to deter her from more or even meant to. If anything, there's something comforting in being egged on by her brattiness. Kainé noses lower, taking advantage of the loose, lower neckline of Schneider's dress to try and push it down and expose a little more of her chest.
She hates her now-unbearable tights, too; how annoying it is to be hard inside them... but there's something safe about having that barrier still in place. It lets her focus more on this. It's impossible to not be overeager with that focus: Her fingers deftly move past all the fabric and begin to move up, against, into her, motions aggressive and greedy.
Fuck, she feels really...real. Close. Vibrant.]
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... But that would require thinking, and it would require stopping when everything feels so urgent and reciprocated and good. Her hand moves so easily against slick skin, palm rocking as it looks for the right place and pace - a task her fingers have less of a problem mastering. Their mission to explore every part of her, inside and out, is one Kainé is very, very close to fulfilling. Half-laughing, half-whimpering, she grinds their bodies together harder, pushing Schneider more against the tree with each movement. Suffice to say, as with most things, she might be getting a little carried away.]
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[Schneider's breaths quicken into panting moans as Kaine's fingers - clever, wonderfully good - moves within her, against her folds. She winds her arms around Kaine's shoulders, and nuzzles at the top of Kaine's head to muffle her sounds - she's never felt the urge to be noisy before, and she certainly wasn't going to start now (maybe, or perhaps...). The bark of the tree pricks against the fabric of her oversized jacket, and she squirms a little more, hooking a leg around Kaine's hip for purchase. She feels so good, so hot, and it's been so long--]
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I'm so close to ripping that goddamn thing off. [It's growled with another harsh grind, dragging and lingering. Perfect closeness still feels out of reach.]
... Hah, I really just can't help myself. You feel great. [Her voice is raspy. Schneider feels great - so tight and wet and her imagination is spiraling - and if she does anything else to touch her more, Kainé knows how it will end. It's the same for both of them. It's been way too long. She thumbs at Schneider's clit, not sure what's right yet but looking for that last missing thing.] You feel great, [she breathes again.
Schneider's clavicle is wet beneath her face. It must be from her mouth, or maybe sweat dripped here. Nothing else.]
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You...I quite like your hands. Everything. [Her skin is damp, and her clothes are a mess and the only thing clear in her mind is that she no longer has the leverage to make Kaine a mess in turn but that will come with later. The throbbing desire pulses in her and she squirms a little, moaning plaintively as she works a hand between them to tease at Kaine's breast, tracing over a nipple through the fabric]
Want more than this?
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So Schneider will see exactly how she bites her lip at the hand on her breast and the fingers marking the hardened shape of her nipple beneath her clothing. Kainé braces her free hand against the tree that's holding them up, stabilizing them both.]
Yeah. [Hungry, insatiable, she of course wants more.] Yeah, but I'm - [She's pretty worked up. She could hurt her if she gets carried away.]
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I'm sure you can make a nice mess of us both. Why hold back with me?
[She's unfortunately no longer in a position with much leverage at all, but that was fine; she was happy for Kaine to take the lead here. The ache between her thighs only intensifies and she squirms against Kaine's hand, trying to encourage more]</small.
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Schneider pushes into her hand, and Kainé resumes where she left off, fingers working with a little more clumsiness. There's more distraction despite her clearly eager intentions as she pushes off of the tree with her other hand and brings it down, pausing to trace the thigh wrapped around her waist. The Tights Problem is going to have to be dealt with, no matter how fumbling. Even the graze of her own palm as she works on it is enough to make her shudder and gasp.]
Hey. Are you sure? [It's a pileup of intersecting uncertainties, but her voice is so dark and low with need.]
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Yes. I want you. Badly. Don't you want me too?
[Schneider has been keenly aware of Kaine's eagerness this entire time; she welcomes it. Craves it with a dark, oppressive need]
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She feels amazing, just as she had before, warm and wet in equal measure. Kainé's hips stutter a couple of times, too fast and too hard, while she's trying to adjust. Schneider had seemed almost electric earlier as she buried her cries into the crown of Kainé's head. She wants that back, craving the closeness and how disheveled Schneider had been. Hopefully she can push her past that point again - and quickly. There isn't anything she wants to see more than that right now. Otherwise this won't just be quick, but a little embarrassing.]
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Oh, oh...
[She makes soft, needy moans that she presses into Kaine's neck, shuddering as Kaine enters, filling her up, seemingly stretching her out. She's so wet now, so overwhelmingly hot and wanting everything about Kaine - the little kindnesses she tried to hide under a bristly nature, the warmth and care with the way she tried to hold Schneider even though Schneider certainly wasn't delicate and wouldn't break any time soon.
Yet, yet...
She squeezes herself around Kaine, encouraging her to continue. ]
Like that, yes--
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Bearings found, Kainé works up into a rhythm that her fingers have already started, her hand tightening beneath Schneider's hip to hold her steady. She's held her carefully but tightly, like anything she might be afraid to feel slip away, but roughness suits the both of them, too. So she's rough when she really gets going, rutting her fiercely against the tree. Her free hand wanders, looking for the appropriate place to rest. Where can she touch? Her breast, her stomach - or her thigh, maybe even hard enough to lift her all the way up against the trunk and keep her there?]
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I feel hot, tight right? Do you like that? Fucking me like this? [Even now she wants to tease, wants to get Kaine even more riled, reclaim a little bit of that control she's long since surrendered. She's panting, gasping as that rutting pushes into her just so, the angle and the roughness of the tree against her skin sending stars bursting behind her eyes. She tightens around Kaine, pulsing, squeezing]
Damn it. [A shuddery breath, her nails digging in harder against strong, slender shoulders] You really are--so wonderful. So good.
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You like it, [she growls out, and the accompanying thrust is so hard it pushes both of them up, making some bark somewhere rake and snap.] No wonder you're so wet; you wanted it so bad from the start. [With all that "impatience," all that pushing, Schneider had dragged her tumbling down into this dizzy mess. She's the one who asked for it - asked for her. With teeth biting at her throat, hot breath against her skin, Kainé has to stop and wet her lips before she speaks again.]
And... you're the one who's gonna cum from being fucked like this, aren't you? [It's filth, her attempt at meeting the same push that Schneider's putting out, but... also ...she is, isn't she? She needs to know, through words or feelings.] That's what I want to see.
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If you know that--[Schneider manages to say through panting breaths, and tightens herself around Kaine, pulsing with quickly building heat and desire. She's writhing, biting Kaine where she can and clenches tight around Kaine as she feels herself pushed further and further to the brink]---then you better not stop. Like that. Keep fucking me. I--
[so, so, so close now and she's never been this ready so fast before. But Kaine is gorgeous, hot, really just her type. It wasn't just the roughness, the thrill of doing it out here in the open, Kaine's willingness to give Schneider exactly what she wanted that got Schneider this worked up, this quickly.
There's something tender beneath the edges, something soft, ready to bloom that Schneider doesn't want to touch on just yet.
Or maybe ever.
What else can she give Kaine other than this?]
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Kainé doesn't do well being told what to do, but when it comes to that order... it's probably something she can oblige. She won't stop; she doesn't want to. The overstimulation, the discomfort of standing against the tree, and the frantic need to feel her body in its real and solid state have all made sure of that. There's no time for anything else.
Each time Schneider gets tighter, Kainé jerks a little harder against her, halfway to collapse. Her hand trails again to cup her neck, thumb against the jump of breath and pualse in her neck. Burying her face against Schneider's head, Kainé's erratic grunts give way to more words, the disjointed murmurs pressed into her hair. They're nothing but small words of praise, but they come out like secrets. She feels so good; her noises sound beautiful. In a way, they're more profane than the curses she easily spills daily.]
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It's not like she hasn't been praised before. But it sounds different like this, different from Kaine. Pleasure builds up with intensity, winding tight deep in her belly until it finally crests at a peak. She cries out, her body drawing tight against Kaine as she clings to her shoulders. Pleasure wracks through her body ebbing waves, until it finally subsides, leaving her a little dazed and more than pliant in Kaine's arms]
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Ah… god. That good? [She tries to chuckle, but it just comes out gasping, breathless and meandering. It’s still so tight and warm around her, trembling furiously. In response, she can only push more, trying to get herself even deeper.] Looks like… nngh, I was right.
[The shame starts to seep in behind the want, behind the indefinable something that makes her want to hold onto this slipping, temporary feeling. She can withdraw to finish herself off once the aftershocks have passed, but she isn’t ready yet… Surely there’s nothing wrong with leaning forward into Schneider’s heat, pretend it’s welcoming her specifically. Selfish Kainé can have a few more moments rocking into her, rolling through the aftermath.]
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Since you pleased me...I think it's only right to let you keep going, hm?
[Each thrust through the aftermath is a little overwhelming, making Schneider's toes curl in her boots. But isn't that part of the thrill too?]
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Kainé knows better than to protest now, not after that invitation. Schneider knows better than anyone else if she would break and what it would take to break her. She agrees with a dumb, wordless little nod into her hair. It has to be intense for her, but that doesn't mean it can't still be good. Her chest starts to hurt from the pounding of her heartbeat or something she's been holding inside it hard enough to make it crack.
After that, Kainé blanks out a little. It almost even makes the guilt in her heart shut up again. She gets close again easily; holding Schneider up like this puts another impetus to make this brief. Kainé is the right touch, the right word, away, a puzzle that can be solved as soon as the right letter is found.
And if the rain in the distance has started moving in a strange direction every now and then, it's just because she's so dizzy with need, unable to think straight.]
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What had Schneider said before? She'd make a mess of them both. And it is a mess when she finally stumbles past the zenith following Schneider. She cries out in a hopeless half-sob, injections of heat pulsing through her veins and throbs, spilling inside her with a few last unsteady pumps.
... Oh, she's in trouble.]
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