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[ yes, just like that. except when marcos tries to say that, he just moans instead which is probably pretty telling anyway. he bites down on his lower lip, trying to muffle some of the sounds but when she reaches down and starts stroking over the front of his pants, he exhales noisily and laughs. ]
Yeah, like that.
[ duh. ]
I'd prefer if my pants weren't in the way but we'll get to that.
[ once they got on the bed or something or he woke up enough from her touching him to take her clothes off. just give him a second or two or ten. ]
Okay, true, but let me pose a counterargument, and that's taking my time with this because I haven't seen you in a freaking long time.
[ She's not about to waste a single minute of this, but she also doesn't know how long she has him — it could be tonight, it could be tonight and several days after. The impatient part of her just wants to rip his pants and drop to her knees right here and now, getting him off with her mouth to start.
But for now, she's steadily backing up in the direction of the bedroom with her hand literally still cupping his cock, thinking that will be enough incentive for him to follow her, giving him the press of that steady massage to feel him swell further from her touch. ] Gotta take some of my shit off first too, you know.
[ all marcos can really do in answer to her leading him back to the bedroom with a hand on his cock is to let off a string of spanish, some curse words, some exclamations and some incoherent babbling.
but, he follows along dutifully, catching up sometimes to grab a kiss from her but mostly just walking and trying not to push his hips into her hands because goddamn does he want to. ]
I will take every single thing you're wearing off with my teeth. [ that was a promise that he intended to keep. he groans a bit, squirming into her hand as they finally push past the bedroom door. ]
[ Even if he did, even if he couldn't let her touch him without finding a way to seek out more of it with that eager shifting of hips — she likes that he isn't afraid to let himself be eager in front of her, wants to show her how much he's been aching for her, because then it makes her feel a little less self-conscious about reciprocating.
And once they're over the threshold and inside the bedroom, she reaches out to close the door carefully, turning the lock in case Waverly gets the idea to barge in all of a sudden, completely heedless of any sounds that might be going on within — and that's the thing, she and Marcos sometimes get loud in here too. ]
That's a pretty tall promise. [ She presses up into him, fingers abandoning his clothed cock to finally start working open his belt, gaze sweeping up to his face while she does. ] I'd like to see you try.
[ he will no matter how long it takes. if he has to take hours upon hours while he uses his mouth to get her clothes off (and maybe get her off once or twice), he will. but if it got too hard (ha ha) or he wanted more, he'd just give up and admit defeat.
he wasn't afraid to do that. ]
And I'll do it slowly so you're writhing around and wanting it so badly by the time I get our shirt off.
I know better than to pose you an empty challenge.
[ Or, at least, she knows better than to pose him a challenge and not expect him to follow through to the best of his ability, especially when they're in a bedroom together; the worst part of it is that she might be too impatient to let him get that far on his mouth alone before she's begging for something else instead, and she knows he'd stretch it out even longer just to spite her. ]
But I already want you too badly to wait. [ Her gaze lingers on his as she thumbs open his jeans, draws down the zipper. ] And I want you in that bed doing all kinds of filthy things to me.
[ when there was more time. when there wasn't an urgency in the air that meant even he probably wouldn't be able to stick with that challenge long because he'd want her too much. even now, when she's getting right to taking off his pants, he wants to reach down and help her.
but he also loves this part, letting her take his clothes off so he can do the same to her so he waits. ]
When there's more time. When I don't want to lick you until you come screaming.
[ And she doesn't know why that exchange fills her with something that kind of feels like hope — that's a lie, she knows exactly why it does, because it sounds like a promise, a guarantee that they'll be able to have this for a little while longer, even amidst the dangers that threaten his doorstep as well as her own. Maybe they can still make this work somehow, even if she doesn't really know how she'd describe it to anyone else.
Besides, she's pretty well-distracted now by shoving down his jeans, giving him a chance to step out of them before her fingers tease along the waistband of his underwear. ]
God, it's like unwrapping a present with you or something.
Is that a subtle way of saying you don't like the layers that I'm wearing?
[ he snickers, watching her get his pants undone before he steps out of them. when her fingers slide against his skin, he shivers, licking his lips and pressing forward to try and feel a little more of that for a few seconds. ]
Just means you have to work harder to see what you want.
[ and he knows you can make that effort, wynonna. he's seen it for himself. ]
That's my not-so-subtle way of saying that you look even better when you're naked.
[ It's not all about looks with him, but it's definitely a little bit about looks, and she can't ignore the slight shiver her touch elicits from him when she runs her fingers over his abdomen, dipping that touch beneath the waistband that keeps that last remaining layer on, keeps him from being completely bared to her. ]
Besides, what if I want to do more than look?
[ If he thought her touching him through his pants was distracting, it's probably going to be even worse when she steps in to press herself against him and brings her hand down between their bodies to cup over his cock through his underwear, mapping the size, the heat of him with her strokes. She still hasn't touched him directly yet, but even as quickly as they've moved from the front door to the bedroom, she's still about savoring this a little. ]
[ marcos starts to answer the question, starts to quip something witty and cute but then her hands maps out the size of him and all he can do is growl, thrust forward into her hand and shiver.
it hasn't been that long since she's touched him but it's long enough that having it happen now is intense and overwhelming, heady in the best possible ways. he's started to get hard just from being close to her since he'd gotten there but the hand on his cock gets him the rest of the way there. ]
God, I missed you. Te extrañé mucho.[ their lives were hectic, dangerous and spun them apart sometimes but he never stopped missing her. ]
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Yeah, like that.
[ duh. ]
I'd prefer if my pants weren't in the way but we'll get to that.
[ once they got on the bed or something or he woke up enough from her touching him to take her clothes off. just give him a second or two or ten. ]
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[ She's not about to waste a single minute of this, but she also doesn't know how long she has him — it could be tonight, it could be tonight and several days after. The impatient part of her just wants to rip his pants and drop to her knees right here and now, getting him off with her mouth to start.
But for now, she's steadily backing up in the direction of the bedroom with her hand literally still cupping his cock, thinking that will be enough incentive for him to follow her, giving him the press of that steady massage to feel him swell further from her touch. ] Gotta take some of my shit off first too, you know.
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but, he follows along dutifully, catching up sometimes to grab a kiss from her but mostly just walking and trying not to push his hips into her hands because goddamn does he want to. ]
I will take every single thing you're wearing off with my teeth. [ that was a promise that he intended to keep. he groans a bit, squirming into her hand as they finally push past the bedroom door. ]
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And once they're over the threshold and inside the bedroom, she reaches out to close the door carefully, turning the lock in case Waverly gets the idea to barge in all of a sudden, completely heedless of any sounds that might be going on within — and that's the thing, she and Marcos sometimes get loud in here too. ]
That's a pretty tall promise. [ She presses up into him, fingers abandoning his clothed cock to finally start working open his belt, gaze sweeping up to his face while she does. ] I'd like to see you try.
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[ he will no matter how long it takes. if he has to take hours upon hours while he uses his mouth to get her clothes off (and maybe get her off once or twice), he will. but if it got too hard (ha ha) or he wanted more, he'd just give up and admit defeat.
he wasn't afraid to do that. ]
And I'll do it slowly so you're writhing around and wanting it so badly by the time I get our shirt off.
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[ Or, at least, she knows better than to pose him a challenge and not expect him to follow through to the best of his ability, especially when they're in a bedroom together; the worst part of it is that she might be too impatient to let him get that far on his mouth alone before she's begging for something else instead, and she knows he'd stretch it out even longer just to spite her. ]
But I already want you too badly to wait. [ Her gaze lingers on his as she thumbs open his jeans, draws down the zipper. ] And I want you in that bed doing all kinds of filthy things to me.
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[ when there was more time. when there wasn't an urgency in the air that meant even he probably wouldn't be able to stick with that challenge long because he'd want her too much. even now, when she's getting right to taking off his pants, he wants to reach down and help her.
but he also loves this part, letting her take his clothes off so he can do the same to her so he waits. ]
When there's more time. When I don't want to lick you until you come screaming.
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[ And she doesn't know why that exchange fills her with something that kind of feels like hope — that's a lie, she knows exactly why it does, because it sounds like a promise, a guarantee that they'll be able to have this for a little while longer, even amidst the dangers that threaten his doorstep as well as her own. Maybe they can still make this work somehow, even if she doesn't really know how she'd describe it to anyone else.
Besides, she's pretty well-distracted now by shoving down his jeans, giving him a chance to step out of them before her fingers tease along the waistband of his underwear. ]
God, it's like unwrapping a present with you or something.
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[ he snickers, watching her get his pants undone before he steps out of them. when her fingers slide against his skin, he shivers, licking his lips and pressing forward to try and feel a little more of that for a few seconds. ]
Just means you have to work harder to see what you want.
[ and he knows you can make that effort, wynonna. he's seen it for himself. ]
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[ It's not all about looks with him, but it's definitely a little bit about looks, and she can't ignore the slight shiver her touch elicits from him when she runs her fingers over his abdomen, dipping that touch beneath the waistband that keeps that last remaining layer on, keeps him from being completely bared to her. ]
Besides, what if I want to do more than look?
[ If he thought her touching him through his pants was distracting, it's probably going to be even worse when she steps in to press herself against him and brings her hand down between their bodies to cup over his cock through his underwear, mapping the size, the heat of him with her strokes. She still hasn't touched him directly yet, but even as quickly as they've moved from the front door to the bedroom, she's still about savoring this a little. ]
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it hasn't been that long since she's touched him but it's long enough that having it happen now is intense and overwhelming, heady in the best possible ways. he's started to get hard just from being close to her since he'd gotten there but the hand on his cock gets him the rest of the way there. ]
God, I missed you. Te extrañé mucho. [ their lives were hectic, dangerous and spun them apart sometimes but he never stopped missing her. ]