finalflight | OPEN POST; [ HERLOCK SHOLMES / TGAA ]

[She's definitely seeing him blush, spreading so deeply and completely it's as though he were never a less erythristic color at all.

And how easy it would be to relax in the great effort of finally freeing himself of his clothes, to let his limbs feel heavy and weighed down by the ever-present lingering of the drug. But the sting at his hips is poignant, making each moment feel alive and eminent, each second existing only to press forward into the next and do as she says. To work quickly.

He wants to feel her wrapped around him; his clumsiness and experience are hardly ever barriers to experimentation, and this is nothing different. It's an awkward shuffle to arrange himself at just the right angle, sitting up just enough to grasp at his cock and align himself with her entrance, its head nudging up against her wet heat and pressing in. Hips pushing forward so that she might accept him.]

Ms Vaux— [Even something as plain as her name on his lips feels so lewd right now.] Let me feel the... the shape of you.

[ yes yes yes yes yes!! the sound she makes now is one of exultation; relief at the pivotal moment finally coming to pass. it's wonderful. he's so good to her.

a little pressure, a push... he slips inside easy inches at a time. mmh, perfect union. ]

Here you are. Here you are—

[ one leg hiking up against the back of the chaise. grace and poise mean little when what she wants most is to have him hilted and straining inside. ]

[Inside of her, finally. Surrounded all over. The feeling is both new and overwhelming, but both were expected, and therefore, he doesn't make a...

-completely embarrassing noise, half exhale and half groan, as he hilts himself to a stop. Perfect union, indeed. He cares little for grace and poise, either, not when she angles himself so beautifully around his cock as she lifts up her leg even higher.

Sholmes pushes his hips forward, as though to make sure he's in as far as he can manange, his heart going mad inside his chest. She's almost too soft inside, how is any man expected to make this last overlong? One hand braces his palm against the back of the chaise, nails digging in slightly against the fabric.]

Good god [what if i wrote "by jove" there instead jay], you feel inexplicable-

[ but she wants the embarrassing noises!! she wants the whimpers she built up in her head since first kissing him, the pathetic and needy sounds she has decided he would make, that her husband of tomorrow never does. too busy laughing, smiling, gasping, to whimper.

she wants them... so badly... sounds like the one she makes as he rolls his hips against her, a bubbly rough sound in her throat becoming an outright moan, ragged and wanting and lacking in all shame. millimeters more. ]

Ohhh, suss it out, you amateur!

A...amateur?

[Almost disbelieving, almost dinging at his pride, a task easier to accomplish at this age. But maybe this only works to stoke his fire further, enough to temporarily push aside the overwhelm and ease out just enough to push back in, harder. That soft friction, the sound their connection makes...]

I'm no such thing.

[He is absolutely the very definition of one.

An arm slips behind her, tries to pull them both into a tight embrace, seamed together. His hips trying to find a clumsy rhythm.]

Inexperience does not mean in... incapable. I'll feel out every inch of you.

Amateur! Amateur!

[ giggling as she says it—what counts for her as giggling. she loves the embrace he forces her into, so perfectly caught in his arms that she forgets to complain. her body is mired down yet by the opium, wanting to tug her back into the cushions, and so the embrace pulls her against that urge, leaving her pleasurably, eventually painfully, on the verge of either.

thighs wide, sinful sight and sound at their apex. his thrusts are so staggered and uneven... groans into his shoulder, wriggling in his grip. ]

How many inches is this?

[Why is she asking such a ridiculous question? Is it to goad him? Surely his anatomy is not surprising to her at this point, given that she should be well familiar with it in the future. She must be teasing — that giggling of hers gives it away, poking at his poor pride again and again.

But as before, this only ever encourages him.]

Does it— [A hard thrust this time, shaking the chaise. Almost a mistake, for the wave of stimulation that crashes through him after. His next word is barely a word.] -matter? Enough to fill you.

Ha—auuw!

[ oh! that's hard! she spasms, legs jumping, and her breath comes out of her with a sudden stop. every single inch that he is is wrapped in wet velvet heat, snug and squeezing, tugging gently on his length with her heartbeat.

the side of her face nestles into Sholmes' neck. she's so tight in his hold that he'll feel the minute arch of her back and how she tries to hug her inner thighs to his hips. ohhh, she wants to lay down for this. but he holds her upright, and the weakness of the drug turns it into its own strained pleasure. she feels... everything. ]

You are crawling into me—

[And he feels everything, too, every little squirm, even the pulse of her heartbeat from within. Maybe the opium has heightened it all—or at least stretched out every pleasurable instance like taffy—or maybe it's his inexperience, but the overwhelm surges again. She had been correct in her assumption that he wasn't going to last long, but he will hold out just a bit longer for both their sakes. He doesn't want it to end so quickly; he wants to feel out every inch of her. Crawl into her and be surrounded by that warm hug, as she says.

Just the very thought earns one of those keening whines she likes so much. It escapes without him even thinking about it, as he finally settles into a less-clumsy-rhythm, each thrust forceful as though to take advantage of every single little millimeter he might sink into her. His cock has never felt so achingly hard before. His heartbeat drums everywhere.]

Ohhh-

[ that sound! he cannot be long for this act. and how terrible that is, when her worries have fled her for a rare instance, leaving her exultant as he rocks into her. a little harder than she'd like. he's being forceful, though probably because... she goaded him... ]

Oh, do not stop!

[ hands seamed to the small of his back, on one buttock. she can feel his muscles move with every hard thrust. it's... delicious. ]

[It's definitely because she goaded him, but blessedly(??), that forcefulness is not fated to last for much longer. He cannot keep this up, not at this rate, not without the mindfulness to know how to pace himself. In this moment, enrapturing as it is for both of them, it is aburdly easy to lose himself, to barrel past that point of no return... And he does exactly that.

He's only just found a rhythm, accompanied by her exclamations to keep going, when he finds he cannot. That same rhythm falls away, and his last few thrusts are uneven before they stop altogether, seated deeply inside of her, his cock twitching and spilling.

Orgasm unlike any he's felt before. He holds her tight, quite tight, like she's his only anchor, as he spasms through it, a shuddering groan spilling from his lips.]

[ ah... and there he goes.

the reality of bedding those inexperienced young men. they may be beautiful and eager, but they have no discipline. she gasps roughly, like the catch of a nail in silk fabric, when he hilts in and spills—feel him tremble and jolt! he's so cute. Sholmes never twitches like this anymore...

Mammon. she'll just have to abide the sudden stop, then. murmurs messily beneath his ear, croons him through the spend. she feels caged under glass, the way he holds her so tight. it's not a bad feeling... ]

There, there. I am made to hold every drop of this.

[HE DID HIS BEST 😭

Quivers against her as she murmurs in his ear, barely even cognizant of what he's saying, as his orgasm shudders through him. And then, all at once, that tightness of his grip loosens, and while he remains holding her, he's slumping against her, too, more than anything else.

Needs... a moment. Paired with the drug, his head feels as though it's swimming. He babbles uselessly-]

There's an argument to be made... that the inside of you might feel too good.

[ preens—

she will not refuse a gentler hold. her own hand loosens on his backside, strokes with the backs of her knuckles instead. he's so funny. ]

Such wonderful feeling, yes?

[He nods, dipping his face against the crook of her neck and shoulder, murmuring something unintelligible but definitely in the affirmative.]

Mpphh.

[ good! good. she croons: ] Good boy.

OPEN POST; [ HERLOCK SHOLMES / TGAA ]

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