It’s got its perks. [And also drawbacks, but now was truly not the time.]
[He makes no move to stop her, instead regarding it all with curiosity. He’s got no preconceived bias against it, and he’s not so big that it’s an uncomfortably tight fit.]
[But it is a sensation unlike one he’s had before. ]
My pants? After we went to the trouble of turning my smalls into a rag, I was thinking you’d use that.
[As he loosely gestures to his destroyed boxers but a couple feet away. ]
[She's a little shit about putting the condom on, too: taking her time, slooooooowly tugging it over the head and down the shaft, stroking exposed skin with her fingers as she goes. This is usually such a perfunctory part of her encounters that she doesn't think much of it, but if he's literally never worn one before, then hell yeah she's going to play it up and use it as an opportunity to tease him.]
Pants are closer at hand. I can't say for sure I wouldn't go for convenience.
[He’s too distracted to object to the idea of her doing that. He can’t help but watch her tease and please him as she puts the condom on. He throbs in her hand, making a little rumbling noise deep in his throat.]
[It takes him a moment to catch up, behind the newness of the sensation along with the eroticism.]
Since when did you care for convenience? You keep a knife under your dress.
[He licks a couple fingers and reaches between her legs to repay the favor- seeking and checking if she’s ready for him. ]
[She's a little breathy as she says it, finishing up with the condom and leaning back. She's wet in the way of someone who's been that way for a while now, the insides of her thighs slick.]
[He’s seen little canons attached to things. But the word gun? A modern gun?]
…No- What is it?
[He’s heard the word Gun before- with another accent- meaning war. Though it won’t quite click until thirty minutes after this. And he’s a smart enough man that he isn’t ashamed when he runs across something he’s unfamiliar with, just thoroughly intrigued.]
[He presses his fingers down and inward, a thumb against whereabouts her clit should be, and his forefingers into her.]
Something even more fun than what we're doing right now.
[Sorry, Cid; that's not a slight against you and your skills, it's just a testament to how much she fucking loves weaponry. Sex does come close, at least - especially with someone who actually knows where the clit is, which is not necessarily guaranteed with men. She arches against his hand, wrapping her own hand around his cock again and giving it a couple quick, light strokes. Craning her neck up, she gets her mouth to his, mumbling against his lips:]
Is that so? Very well, I expect you’ll show me, then.
[He slows the breath that he releases, trying to stay steady here. He notes that the condom is a little dulling in sensation. That… perhaps was not a bad thing. Men never expected him to last, but it was a bit different with women. He pulls his hand away to make room for himself. He takes his dick in hand and lines himself up, senses already swimming with the imminent warmth.]
…Then who am I to make a lady wait?
[As he guides himself in, moving his hand to give himself room to move. He watches her expression, places a hand on her lower back to take measure of her reaction. He’s thick- and though that’s not entirely uncommon, it can be a surprise. ]
[She notices girth, of course - how could she not? - but she's neither intimidated nor bothered by it. Shaw may not have seen everything, but she's seen quite a lot, and she knows what she's doing - as evidenced by the way she immediately starts gyrating up into him, grabbing his hips to hold him steady.]
You can--
[Hold that thought; her words are cut off by a moan.]
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If it makes u feel better I read “sexiest”
[He makes no move to stop her, instead regarding it all with curiosity. He’s got no preconceived bias against it, and he’s not so big that it’s an uncomfortably tight fit.]
[But it is a sensation unlike one he’s had before. ]
My pants? After we went to the trouble of turning my smalls into a rag, I was thinking you’d use that.
[As he loosely gestures to his destroyed boxers but a couple feet away. ]
thank god tbh
Pants are closer at hand. I can't say for sure I wouldn't go for convenience.
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[It takes him a moment to catch up, behind the newness of the sensation along with the eroticism.]
Since when did you care for convenience? You keep a knife under your dress.
[He licks a couple fingers and reaches between her legs to repay the favor- seeking and checking if she’s ready for him. ]
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[She's a little breathy as she says it, finishing up with the condom and leaning back. She's wet in the way of someone who's been that way for a while now, the insides of her thighs slick.]
Do you, uh-- you know what a gun is?
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…No- What is it?
[He’s heard the word Gun before- with another accent- meaning war. Though it won’t quite click until thirty minutes after this. And he’s a smart enough man that he isn’t ashamed when he runs across something he’s unfamiliar with, just thoroughly intrigued.]
[He presses his fingers down and inward, a thumb against whereabouts her clit should be, and his forefingers into her.]
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[Sorry, Cid; that's not a slight against you and your skills, it's just a testament to how much she fucking loves weaponry. Sex does come close, at least - especially with someone who actually knows where the clit is, which is not necessarily guaranteed with men. She arches against his hand, wrapping her own hand around his cock again and giving it a couple quick, light strokes. Craning her neck up, she gets her mouth to his, mumbling against his lips:]
Can't wait to have your dick in me.
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[He slows the breath that he releases, trying to stay steady here. He notes that the condom is a little dulling in sensation. That… perhaps was not a bad thing. Men never expected him to last, but it was a bit different with women. He pulls his hand away to make room for himself. He takes his dick in hand and lines himself up, senses already swimming with the imminent warmth.]
…Then who am I to make a lady wait?
[As he guides himself in, moving his hand to give himself room to move. He watches her expression, places a hand on her lower back to take measure of her reaction. He’s thick- and though that’s not entirely uncommon, it can be a surprise. ]
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You can--
[Hold that thought; her words are cut off by a moan.]