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[aintyourdad]

[ Joel makes a low noise, deep in his chest, at that. One of want, and affirmation. ]

Yes, ma'am.

[ Pants finally out of the way, it's easy to line himself up, thrust inside her, a sharp push of his hips and a punched-out breath as he buries himself to the hilt. The couch creaks under them with the force of it. ]

[dog_eat_dog]

[Tess breathes out sharply like it's been knocked out of her, and her toes curl as she stretches around his girth; it's exactly what she wanted and as fast as she wanted, and her next breath in is ragged, greedy.]

God, yes. Jesus, you're so fucking thick––

[aintyourdad]

[ Joel has no answer to that - not in words, anyway. Instead, his focus is entirely, completely, on her. On them. The way their bodies move together. He reaches one hand up to brace himself against the arm of the couch, give him the leverage he needs to fuck her the way she wants him to. His knees protest but that doesn't matter, not right now, not with how warm and wet she is around him, not with how her legs lock around his middle, the way she pulls him deeper into her. ]

[dog_eat_dog]

[ Her grip on him with her legs is so tight she barely lets him pull out, desperate to have him there, right where she wants him, right where she wants them together. The way his cock strokes her insides, she can feel control slipping away –– it's all electric body tremors and her face flushed to her roots. All him.

When she comes, it feels like fireworks, euphoria from her fingertips to her toes, she says his name, loud and needy.

He is so, so good to her.]

[aintyourdad]

[ It's easy to lose himself in it, if only for a little while. In her. She's good, the way she clings to him, the way she sounds, saying his name, the way she tightens and pulses around him when she reaches her peak - Joel grunts his pleasure, keeps fucking her through it - he's close, too, though, and even as she's starting to come down from it, he groans low in his chest, pulling out and fisting his cock roughly, spilling between them with a shudder. ]

[dog_eat_dog]

[She beams up at him, elated as he comes –– the hot spurt on her belly, the look on his face, the sounds pulled out of him. Her chest heaves, the whole of her sparkling. She eases up her grip on him, just enough to let him loose if he wants to be, and she scoots over a bit on the couch. It may be small, but they'll make do. She reaches towards him with both hands. C'mere, Texas.]

[aintyourdad]

[ He takes a couple of moments to catch his breath, eyes falling shut as he finds a rare moment of relaxation, of vulnerability. He shifts, letting Tess pull him in with another faint grunt. ]

This couch ain't gonna be comfortable much longer.

[ He's always the first to point out things like that. ]

[dog_eat_dog]

[She chuckles, pressing a kiss to his temple and wrapping her arms around his neck. Coming down off her orgasm, she feels a shiver; pressed up against the warmth of him is delightful. Teasing:]

Well, I’m not carrying you to bed, Texas.

[aintyourdad]

[ Joel huffs a laugh against her skin, breathing in the smell of her, of him. ]

I'd like to see you try, sometime. Except you'd probably drop me and break my back.

[dog_eat_dog]

[She rubs a calf up and down the back of his, her voice veering playful:]

Is that a challenge?

[aintyourdad]

Christ, no. My tailbone takes enough beatings without you adding to it.

[ Joel huffs a little, almost a laugh. ]

[dog_eat_dog]

Mm. [She shifts, just enough to wrap her arms around him. Trapped.] Guess we're stuck here until you decide to do something about it, then.

[aintyourdad]

What a shame.

[ He huffs again. Whatever. He'll be stiff and sore. What else is new? ]

[dog_eat_dog]

[She grins lazily at him, a finger running over the back of his head, parting and ruffling his hair. It's slow, tender. She could lay here until her legs go numb.]

It's torture, right? I'm torturing you.

[aintyourdad]

[ Okay, the petting is nice. Sends tingles down his spine that relax him even further into the couch, as lumpy as it is. He breathes out, almost a sigh, skimming a hand over Tess’s ribcage lightly. ]

Yeah, the worst kind. The kind I won’t notice ‘till I try to get up in a couple of hours.

[dog_eat_dog]

[She closes her eyes, content to keep running her fingers through his hair. Funny, how such a little thing can have a man enduring the world's worst couch. Wouldn't trade it for anything.]

Don't kid yourself, you're gonna fall asleep right here.

[aintyourdad]

[ Joel is a simple man, she knows this. He shifts a little, resting his head on her chest like her tits are a pillow. ]

Guess you are, too.

[dog_eat_dog]

[She finds the seam of his part, tousling his hair in the other direction. He's greying so much more these days; strange to think he didn't have a single grey hair when they met. Her heart thuds under his head, gradually coming down to a resting pace.]

Torturer's prerogative.

[aintyourdad]

You're usually the one giving orders around here.

[ Which is how they both like it, of course. Grey hair or not. ]

[dog_eat_dog]

[She does like it. There's no small amount of power in it, having the reins over that part of their relationship; it has to be that way, she thinks, to balance out his iron grip on the things they don't say out loud.

It's fine. She'll love him however he allows her to.

She lets out a long, satisfied breath into the crown of his head, and she teases:]

We could switch off, if you're starting to chafe. I could loom in the background while you could make all our connections.

[aintyourdad]

You do fine at the looming, but we both know I'm shit at the connections.

[ He snorts faintly. ]

I'd be out on my ass in less than a week.

[dog_eat_dog]

Hey, if you're the one giving orders, you'd be throwin' yourself out.

[It is funny to imagine, though. How long it'd take for him to give in and throw a punch, how quickly he'd get bored of some idiot's idea of banter. Not Tess, though. She has patience.]

[aintyourdad]

I might have to, before you killed me yourself.

[ His lips quirk faintly, though. He's joking. Probably. ]

You know I'd torpedo all your alliances.

[dog_eat_dog]

[A snort of a laugh.]

That’s true. That’s why you only get to talk to Donovan, Robert and Bill.

[aintyourdad]

Get to. I don't like any of those guys.

[ Grumble grumble. ]