motivation | AD ASTRA 🚀 INBOX

[ his cock nestled between her legs gives her something to rub against, the friction perfect even through the layers of their clothing, and with the way he's teasing her breasts, giving her dual points of focus, dutch gives herself a moment to just feel, head hitting the door as she lets it drop back, moaning at the sensation.

she's wet, soaking up her underwear, and he's so close-- it'd be easy to reach between them, to undo their trousers and push them out of the way. to have him push into her, fuck her like this until they both come.

dutch sees nothing wrong with that plan, actually, so she drops her hands down between their bodies to get on just that. (it's fast, maybe too fast, but dutch has never been a patient woman.) ]

[ It is fast, but she's in the mood for it and so is Poe. He's seen more than his fair share of impulsive flings, sometimes with even less in the way of introductions, it's just been a while. Even then though it's rare that he strikes such an intense, mutual chord with someone like this, like they've tapped into some raw compatibility that no one could have seen coming. It's all heat and want and he's overwhelmed, maybe just as much as he's overwhelming her.

If tugging clothes just out of the way is the name of the game, it's one he can play too. While she's unfastening buttons and zippers he's pushing her shirt up, nudging all of the fabric out of the way until she's almost bare-chested, though he has to take a brief detour from exploring that to help her with the situation from the waist down. Not that she needs help getting his cock to the right place, obviously.

He's muffling a groan at her throat as he sinks into that slick heat, as he rocks his hips to eagerly work his way in, not that it's difficult when she's already so aroused and he's so hard. It's almost a shame to rush it — almost — but there's no patience left between the two of them here. ]

[ it's all heat and barely undone buttons and zippers, clothes pushed out of the way but not really taken off entirely-- and then he's sinking into her, a wet slide in until she's filled, the sensation of it leaving her breathless and a little wild, a little desperate. she clenches around him, a challenge in the curve of her jaw but ease in the lines of her body, in the way she meets him and urges him on. ]

Yeah, c'mon, like that. [ mindless noise more than actual words, really. ]

[ He likes those breathless noises, whether or not they're actual words, which is more than a good enough reason for him to keep his attention on her neck for for the moment, alternating between heated, soft kisses that contrast against the pounding rhythm of his hips and sharp nips of his teeth. Some of them might leave marks, though that not his intention - yet. If she encourages him some of those temporary red spots might turn into places where he sucks a more prominent bruise.

None of this is drawing on coherent thoughts, it's all need and heat and tension coiling up in all the right places for once. She challenges him and he has to respond, it's a thrill that drives him on even more, so much so that all he's focused on is fucking her until she's coming for him, preferably with his name on her lips. ]

You've been thinking about this, haven't you.

[ His own words are distracted, punctuated with grunts and louder groans when he hits a particularly good, deep spot for both of them, though there's also something like pleased amusement threading through it. How could he not be pleased at the prospect of her having filthy thoughts about him? ]

Don't let it get to your head. [ that's as much of a confirmation that yes, she's been thinking about this as he'll get. she has been thinking about this-- about the fact that he was gone, that he's back, that he doesn't remember. memories are not something dutch takes lightly; how could she, when khlyen has held hers and aneela's hostage, pieces of her he'd held back? --but about how his cock feels buried inside her, how she likes his shoulders and the stubble at his jaw, the darkness of his gaze, the roughness of his voice.

how he responds to each challenge she issues, meeting her thrust for thrust.

he hits a particularly good spot and dutch's head hits the wall, but she's barely aware of the momentary sting of it, too focused on how bloody good it feels. ] Yeah, like that--

[ She warns him, and all Poe manages in response is a low, rough chuckle against her throat that's interrupted with another groan when she's abruptly arching into him even more. He could tell that he's right where he needs to be even without the help of the empathy bond still giving him very intensely intimate feedback on every subtle shift and thrust, and it wouldn't have changed the way it hits a new note of urgency with him too, because now that he's right there? He's just going to take full, shameless advantage of it, because at this point he's too wrapped up in this, and her, to do anything less. Especially not now that he's feeling that tension building up toward an inevitable peak.

But he won't let himself go until he's sure that she'll be right there with him. He's stubborn like that. ]

You feel so good right now.

[ He's not thinking about it, the words are just rushed out with a heated breath, one that's immediately followed up by another messy, hungry kiss. He has to arch himself a bit more to make it work without interrupting the demanding rhythm those thrusts have hit, but it's not a problem, he's fairly flexible and definitely not lacking in determination. ]

[ dutch tends to hold things back from the empathy bond as much as she can, some of her feelings not for public consumption, but at times like these, when all she feels is pleasure and need, there's no reason to hold anything back, nothing to guard from. this is something she'll gladly share and feeling the answering sense of urgency from him, the need and rising tension, only makes the heat flare up higher inside her, too. ]

Fuck, Poe--

[ the kiss is messy, hungry, sloppy with their need to break it off to drag in panted breaths. dutch keeps moving with him, rolling her hips just so when he's buried inside her at the end of each thrust to rub her clit against his pubic bone and it's perfect, she's not going to last, doesn't want to last.

for a moment, she's suspended at the edge of a cliff, body all taut lines, and then pleasure crashed over her, washing everything away and whitening out her world for several long beats while she's clenching around him. she's making noise, probably, but she isn't really aware of it. ]

[ It was probably inevitable that once one of them tipped over that edge then they'd both be falling apart, and Poe wouldn't have been able to say who hit it first if his life depended on it, not that he would have been wondering at that specific moment. He's not thinking about anything, he's just feeling — the actions come purely on instinct. She clenches around him while he's buried deep, and suddenly those thrusts change from a rhythmic motion to one that presses his cock deeper without rolling back at all between them. All he wants is to be as deeply and thoroughly wrapped around her as he can get.

And that's definitely what this is. He's sure he's never felt as close to anyone as he feels to her in the wake of that orgasm that seems to shake him to his very core, which might come up later in his coherent thoughts but for now it's just what it is, all he's aware of is that everything feels amazing and her heavy breaths are mingled with his own as he grips her tight. ]

I didn't know it would feel like that.

[ It's not so much an attempt at saying something seductive, murmured sensually at her lips, they're just the words that escape on a breath with the kind of exhiliration that he could only compare to what he feels after he's pulled off some extremely dangerous and brilliantly successful stunt while flying. ]

[ there's something about sex with the empathy bond in place, magnifying sensations, creating a feedback loop of pleasure. that could be what he means. dutch knows it isn't, not when the same empathy bond means she can feel his exhiliration, the way it's like flying for him.

his cock is still buried deep inside her, softening, and they're pressed together everywhere. it's easy to turn her face into his neck, to mutter ] Shut up [ into his skin without any heat.

satisfaction is a heavy blanket spreading over her limbs, making them heavy. she doesn't quite give in, doesn't let her legs or arms slide away from him. gravity can wait a moment longer. ]

[ Poe chuckles, low and a little breathless, against her neck in response, not at all put off by it, especially not since he can feel the same kind of warmth settling with her that's making him equally reluctant to move. They'll have to eventually, and when he does that's going to mean slipping out of her too, but he'll put it off a bit longer while he nuzzles and presses idle, content kisses to the side of her neck, since she's tucked herself in against his on the other side.

It's just... nice. To be able to let this sink in, just letting himself relax with her and focusing on the little things like the sound of her breathing as it slows. Too often he's dragged out of whatever pleasant preoccupation he might have with the constant juggling act of keeping the Resistance together, and while those worries aren't gone there's not a lot he can do about it here.

Right here and now it's just him and Dutch, and the lingering afterglow.

When he is finally inclined to move he'll either let her slip to the floor or just carry her with him over to her bunk, since he's already got a good grip on her thighs anyway. ]

[ he chuckles against her neck and dutch presses her answering grin to his skin and it's good. she feels good. endorphins, the afterglow, whatever you want to call it-- in the same way they were caught in a feedback loop of sensation and pleasure before, there's a loop of something more quiet now. if dutch were so inclined, she'd call it contentness, but she isn't and so she doesn't call it anything at all, not even inside her own mind.

let's him carry her to the bunk, though, instead of protesting to be put down or just unwrapping her legs from around him. it's not because she doesn't wants to lose the connection of him. it's just that she's feeling physically good. that she doesn't want to deal with the inevitable mess of him slipping out of her.

right.

so he carries her and she holds on, tightens around him a little to keep him from slipping out and then they're on the bed, bodies curving into each other by sheer physical necessity and for no other reason at all. ]

[ Poe catches on quickly enough that she's not in the mood to let him go, and he's more than happy to oblige, even if the way she tightens around him draws a muffled grunt out of him as he lowers them both onto the bunk. It's not even unpleasant, he likes the intensity of a bit of over stimulation, sometimes a lot of it when he's in the right mood, though in this case it's just practical toward the end of staying completely tangled up together. He actually loves the way this feels, staying inside her even when it's almost too tight, still hot and slick and messy.

It could easily lend itself to a line of thought that's downright filthy, but that's not the kind of mood they've somehow stumbled into now. The temptation to say something, to say too much, is definitely still there, but now that they're here he's actually not too distracted with that. Instead he's stroking his thumb across her jawline, a gesture that's all unspoken affection, and follows that up with a kiss as he settles himself firmly between her legs.

It's fine as long as they're not talking about it, right? ]

[ dutch is going to think of it in terms of the downright filthy, although they're not actually doing anything in that direction. it's either that or not think about it at all, which —actually, that's a pretty damn great idea. she's warm and comfortable, poe settled between her legs, still inside her with neither of them moving.

she almost feels like she could fall asleep like this, limbs heavy with exertion and satisfaction, except she isn't actually tired. it's just —pleasant, really, to drift.

if her fingers card through his hair, that's unthinking. ]

[ It's especially comfortable now that they're tucked into her bunk, which is practically spacious when they're tangled up together so intimately. He's not sleepy either though, which is evident enough in the way he goes on to scatter kisses along her jawline and then her throat while her fingers rake through his hair. They worked up a bit of a sweat, but it's nothing that's bothering him. It's definitely a very small part of the mess they've made of each other, and now that he's a chance to catch his breath he's chuckling at just how intense that was.

In a very, very good way.

And if he's also rocking his hips slightly into her, just enough to be suggestive, it's because it still feels good, and he's not tired either. ]

Glad we skipped the drinks?

[ they're tangled together intimately and with the way his hips rock into her, with his lips against her jaw and throat, dutch doesn't have to think about what it may mean. about how glad she is that he's back, even if he doesn't remember it. doesn't have to admit that she may have missed him, because there's the physical and it's enough to focus on that.

it's suggestive, but there's no urgency right now to get back into it, no rush left between them. ]

You know what, I am. But we should've put them in easy reach.

[ they could be having a drink right now, tangled up as they are. in lieu of that, dutch kisses poe again, no real intent behind it but just a little messy, suggestive in the same way the roll of his hips is. ]

Mmm, maybe we should have thought about that.

[ Poe's distracted by that kiss, because how could he not be, and for a long pause he focuses on that instead of doing anything like thinking. He likes the heat of her mouth and the way her tongue slides against his when he slips it past her lips, as he's shamelessly embracing that whole messy vibe. He likes messy. And anyway it's a lot easier to let themselves enjoy this for what it is without digging into the subject of lost memories or what he's supposedly not missing back with the Resistance.

It takes a lot to get his mind off of that these days.

She does. As he pulls back from the kiss, his teeth catching onto her lower lip, he's just focusing on how good it feels to slowly rub himself against her, still a little overstimulating but not too much. She might even feel a twitch or two that implies he's closer to getting hard again rather than ready to call it a night. ]

I could get those. If you want.

[ Though that would require moving. ]

AD ASTRA 🚀 INBOX

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject