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[hardwearing]

[ He rocks into her again, eyes closing briefly as he rides of a wave of sensation. And then he's dipping his head back to her neck, kissing at her pulse and shifting down, out of her grip. His mouth is gentle and teasing as he trails kisses over her chest, not sure if she'd like it rougher just yet. ]

You're not.

[ When he gets to her bra he hesitates, then slips a hand under her to try and unclasp it -- probably an effort at which he won't succeed. ]

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[Her head tilts back, the kisses coaxing a sharp gasp out of her. Her hands slide up his back again, nails digging into his skin, at least until he tries and fails to unhook her bra, and she lets out a breathless laugh.]

No bras in space, huh?

[Kyna pulls herself up enough to unhook the bra herself and slip out of it.]

Better?

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Sports bras. [ He watches her as she unhooks it, heat in his eyes. ] ... you tell me.

[ Since now he can lean back in and close his mouth over a nipple, sucking lightly, only the tiniest hint of teeth. He flicks his tongue and waits to see if she likes that. If nothing else Wash pays attention, makes an effort to learn what his partners like, what he should do again to get the best responses. ]

[evocation]

[Oh, okay. That's more like it. Judging by the way her hands slide into his hair and her breathing hitches, it's clear he's doing something right.]

Hey.

[There's an edge to her voice, something rough.]

You don't have to be so gentle with me.

[hardwearing]

[ Oh he doesn't, huh? He nips her, then, not hard enough to really hurt but enough to twinge, then swirls his tongue to soothe it. When he lifts his head he's grinning. ]

Good to know.

[ For now the information gets filed away -- his idea of rough might be a little much for now. Better to start slow. He trails a hand down her side and settles on her hip as he leans back down to kiss her stomach, definitely moving with an obvious goal in mind. She just needs to lie back and enjoy the attention. And as he moves lower his fingers curl into the band of her underwear. They're not staying on much longer. ]

[evocation]

[She shudders at the sudden nip, moaning softly, and when he lifts his head to smile at her she's biting her lip, cheeks flushed. By the time he starts to trail down her stomach, she's tense with anticipation, hips lifting automatically when his fingers slip into her underwear.]

God, I didn't think you were such a tease.

[Not that she's complaining. Actually, she's wondering how the hell no one snatched him up by now.]

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This is me not teasing.

[ He murmurs it against her skin, shifting to pull her underwear down and off. It gets tossed off the edge of the bed and then his hands are drawing her legs up gently as he settles between them. And he doesn't hesitate, although the first touch of his tongue is light and experimental. Waiting for reactions, because he remembers what to do but everyone is different, likes different things. ]

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[Kyna's about to shoot something back, but suddenly it's very, very hard to think, and she closes her eyes, gasping. Before she can stop herself, she tightens her grip on his hair, pulling, and then untangles her fingers to clutch at the sheets instead. When she finally manages to respond, she sounds completely distracted.]

Better. I like the not teasing.

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[ Without stopping what he's doing Wash reaches up to find her hand, placing it back on his head. Pull away, Kyna, he likes it. And since she's reacting well he gives her a little more pressure, fingers trailing down her inner thigh to join his mouth.

He is very attentive. And won't stop this until she tells him to. ]

[evocation]

[She'd be crazy to tell him to stop. In fact, she doesn't have to tell him anything—it seems like he picks up on every little shift, every little noise she makes. She lets herself get lost in the sensation, hands gripping his hair tight, until she finally cries out, body shuddering and heart racing.]

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[ Awesome. Still got it.

Wash works her through it, waits until her grip loosens and some of the tension eases from her body before he lifts his head and looks at her with a question in his eyes. His fingers curl inside her again.

He's totally willing to keep going. ]

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[She's struggling to catch her breath, and when he looks up at her, she laughs weakly.]

Holy shit, Wash. I'm not complaining, but you're gonna wipe me out.

[Kyna finally lets go of his hair.]

Come here.

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[ He huffs a tiny laugh at that, too, reclaiming his hand and wiping his mouth a little with the back of it. It's not like he minds getting a little messy. ]

I could, if you wanted.

[ But he's already obeying, crawling up her body and sinking down for another kiss. He's doing his best to keep his weight off her this time, since she's still catching her breath, and he's... very obviously in a state. ]

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[She likes that he's in a state, and she hums out her encouragement when he kisses her. After a moment, she pulls away, grinning.]

Let me up for a second.

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[ Wash blinks, tilts his head curiously before pushing himself up and off her, freeing her to move. Where's she going? ]

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[Not far, as it turns out. She rolls over onto her stomach, then slides open her nightstand drawer and pulls out a condom. When she turns back over, she holds it out to him, smiling again.]

Now you can wear me out.

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[ Well that was a nice view. Wash bites his lip as he watches her shift around on the bed, but his expression turns confused when she offers him the condom. What's-- oh. ]

...right.

[ He totally knows how to use one of these... ]

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[Uh oh. Her eyebrows go up.]

Do you not have condoms in space? No awkward as fuck banana demonstrations in high school?

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[ They. Don't, actually. Not really. ]

We have birth control implants and STD vaccines. I've never used one of these.

[ He's willing to, though. He kneels up and sets his underwear off, then opens the little packet. Examines the condom inside, not sure which way to turn it at first.

This is weird. ]

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[Kyna laughs and takes the condom from him, flipping it right side up.]

Here. It's easy.

[She slips it on him, unrolling it down his shaft and then grinning up at him. If she does it just a bit slower than necessary, well. It's a demonstration, right?]

Ta-da.

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[ Wash's breath hitches when she touches him, even if it's just to roll the condom on. But he does watch, and then reaches down curiously. It's... tight. And the rubber doesn't seem like it'd be pleasant rubbing against their skin. ]

This doesn't hurt..?

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[Kyna laughs again, looping her arms around him.]

No, it doesn't hurt. Trust me, space cowboy.

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Okay. I trust you.

[ And he'll wear the thing.

He winds an arm around her and eases her back down to the mattress, kissing again. Free hand slipping between them to line himself up. She definitely feels ready, even if he's still a little wary about that standing up to rubber. Slowly, still kissing, he pushes forward. ]

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[It was a joke, but he says it back so simply, and it's... sweet. He doesn't have any trouble at all, and she lets out an almost contented sigh, burying her face into the crook of his neck.]

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[ It shouldn't be so easy to say, even when they're just talking about condoms. After all, there was a time not too long ago when Wash thought he'd never trust anyone again. But Kyna is ... genuine, in a way Wash isn't used to.

He doesn't get to think about it for long, though, because holy. fucking. fuck.

His fingers dig into Kyna's back and clutch at the sheets as he slides in, far more easily than he thought he would. She's hot and tight around him and he knows already he won't last long, but he's going to do his best. He lets out a shuddering breath as their hips lock. ]