finalflight | OPEN POST; [ HERLOCK SHOLMES / TGAA ]

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.

[More nuzzling, more wiggling. Sholmes finds himself not really knowing what to do now, other than laze against her like this. He should, probably... remove himself? But that feels like such an effort.]

Was it satisfactory? [lol,]

[ it was two minutes...

of course she likes the nuzzling and wiggling that feels so indulgent. and of course it's nice, the sensation of him softening inside her, yet still inside her, a wet joining, a connection.

but.

quietly, nearly to herself, she says, ] Do you think I came...?

[why she gotta say it like that tho

]

I... no. But...

Ah, lapochka...

[ she nuzzles in close, herself. nose up beneath his ear. breathes: ] You always fit me perfectly.

[Dumbly nods against her again, a little (almost whiny) noise of accepting that answer, and yet. Somehow, the job still feels half-finished, what with her not having the opportunity to finish.]

But, you...

[He doesn't want to leave a mote of disatisfaction behind.]

What can I do for you now?

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[ he must so badly want to go to sleep. she exhales slowly and wraps her arms around him anew. ]

Hold me. And put your fingers to work.

[He could absolutely nap. If he closed his eyes for longer than five seconds then he’d be in danger of doing so, but thankfully his need to please her overrides that inclination for now.]

Then… first…

[Unless she shows a preference otherwise, he will try his best to pull out first.]

[ KOALAS ]

No, stay.

[KOALA'D]

A-all right...

[EMBRACE'D... and therefore what's he to do with his fingers, than just run them up and down her back for now?]

[ that's nice... not what she meant, but nice. she bundles herself up as close as she can, arms around, cheek smushed against him. ]

Lyubimy...

[It's all he can think to do right now. In this dumb state of his, it's clear he'll need more direction for anything further.

But rubbing little circles into her back is soothing for him, too, and he leans into her more.]

Mm... [again, dumbly, echoing:] "Darling"...

[ like being cradled beneath a weighted blanket. ]

I feel better now... Darling.

[The trailing massage is constant at her back.]

…Good. You can stay in my bed tonight, too, if you like.

[And be held like this.]

[ if she stays in his bed... doesn't that mean he expects her to remain? that she will be here for some time. and then won't he notice her absence the more keenly when (if) she finds her way back to where she's meant to be? what has she just done to him?

her throat and chest suddenly, poignantly, ache. her eyes sting slightly. the drug numbs misery and encourages touch, but still there's a pain in her again. the recurring thought that this was... a mistake.

with her face still pressed against him, there is only the slow hitch to her breath to go by. ]

Ahh.

[ she should stay out here, in the sitting room. shouldn't she? but she doesn't want to sleep alone in this house. a ghost locked in another time... ]

...Do you think?

[Hmm. His own perceptions are dulled, of course, but that amounts to very little when you are Herlock Sholmes. He senses a shift in her. But he cannot quite put a finger on what it would be — is it the realization of the potential permanance of her situation?]

Would it not be preferable to sleeping out here?

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