[Not that he had anything against guys who wanted to kiss each other. Danny was great and he wished Scott and Isaac the best. His interests just... didn't lie there.]
It's weird because you need to shave. And not your legs, though... those are getting furry too.
[That was payback, sort of, and he was waiting for the hit.]
Ehh, it's similar. I don't think you'd be cool with my junk grinding up against yours if you weren't a little into it. I'm not saying you only like boys now, but. Y'know. Hey.
[ yeah, she'll hit him for that. only... where are her hands? oh yeah. so that earns him a whack on the ass, and she gives him an exaggerated wince after, all "woof, that's gotta hurt". but not really, it wasn't a smack, it was just a wide palm landing on the back of his jeans. but anyway! ]
I don't want to shave. I like being scruffy. You should let yourself get a little scruff, it's hot. [ and there's another quick kiss, one that leads to a bite at his jaw, her head tipping sideways as she tries to tip him against her more, just so she can bury her face against his neck. scruff and all, scratchyscratch ] If I shave, can I go down on you later? [ ah she's mostly just being a jerk, but. well. maybe she's really that horny right now, that's also a very plausible explanation ]
[So maybe he likes the smack on his ass. Stiles has always been pretty submissive when it came to the fairer sex, but it was hard not to want to puff up his chest when he could hear the rumbling tones of a guy so close to his ear.]
Maybe. Though...
[His hands moved to the band of her jeans, tugging her hips in against his and giving a long, slow and intentional grind against her. Mostly because he wanted to but also because he knew how it would affect her.]
Gahhhhaaare you serious? [ she swallows, huffs a breath, leans back again so she can look at him properly ] Really?
[ is it weird that she's thinking about how her mouth is different now? bigger, but only in that her jaw is wider, squarer. she'll even shift her chin left and right for a second, like she has to think of the mechanics of it. ]
Might have to go slow at first. But that shouldn't be a problem.
[ she smirks before she's reaching back with one hand to brace against the door behind her, pushing off with her other hand still holding Stiles like, right there. then she turns them around, doesn't quite slam him back against the door where she was a second ago ( don't want to make too much noise ), but she pushes up against him again pretty quick. only to drop to a knee in front of him.
oh, and she's taller now. which is interesting. that puts her face level with his bellybutton instead of the fly of his jeans, and that's kind of fun because while her hands unzip and unbutton his fly. so she's nosing at him over his shirt, breathing hot on the fabric until she's dragging his jeans and his boxers down his thighs. it all happens pretty fast, but eh, that's okay. especially now because she's going to go slow, like she said. the first thing she thinks it's that it's kind of convenient, being able to wrap her hand around his dick and slowly jerk him off without it being right in front of her face. she can look up and talk to him while she does it! hot.]
Once I get the hang of this, I'm not going to hold back, okay? Can't take our time here, I mean, what with all those people just outside waiting for me to come back.
[ yeah, just in case he forgot they're still at the restaurant. she gives him a smile before she's ducking down a bit, just enough so she can lick at the head of his cock while she moves her hand over him ]
[To be honest, he hadn't been one hundred percent serious, but then they're moving and he's against the door and she's... fuck.
He's looking down at her, trying to see his Rachel in the semi-stranger staring up at him. It feels like cheating and that has his stomach doing something not so cool, but then she's babbling again and it's hard not to see her in that alone. His hand moves to one of the curls, giving it a little tug before there's a hand wrapped around him and his cock is out and then it's in her mouth and--]
Jesus... Rach...
[Right. Quiet. They had people to serve. God, mouths were the best thing ever.]
[ so he had to be quiet, but like hades was she going to make it easy for him. she only licks at him for as long as it takes for his dick to start leaking pre, just something to slick up her hand, make it easy to twist her fist over him with each stroke. this isn't really any different, just in that her palm is wider and her fingers are longer, but whatever. it's the same. it's just as satisfying, in whatever primal way, to watch her fist move over him, feel how hard he is. it's not long before she's taking him in her mouth, just a little bit, enough to move her lips and tongue over him while her hand keeps moving.
and okay, it's really different. her girlygirl mouth was smaller, it was easier to purse her lips tight and really go for it, but it takes her a second to adjust here, like it's her first time trying this again. she uses her tongue more, presses the flat of it against the underside so she can suck him against the roof of her mouth. all very slow though, a building pressure that has her hand slowing down just to make sure she doesn't hurt him somehow. still, the benefit here is that she's sucking a lot harder than she normally does, can fit more of him in her mouth at once. and that's-
that's kind of fun to play with. different pressures, letting her jaw drop more than she normally can let it just to bring him in deeper. yeah, she could get used to this ]
[The sound he makes when she starts to suck at him is part obscene, part pleading, his hand flat against the door and trying not to bang against it. His head does and he bites his lip, toes curling up in his shoes at the feel of her sucking at that so very sensitive part of himself. He looks down, watching her mouth... it's totally different. The scruff is there, for one, the hair is shorter and not in the way and her lips aren't stretching as much as they usually do to fit him in. Which makes him wonder if it's uncomfortable for her the other way -- or this way. Jesus, he doesn't know. He wants to be able to think, but her hand and her mouth are just...
[ oh she should just stick to what she's doing, but- ] -- not sure we're ready for that yet. [ eeheheh see what she did there, since he said "fuck" she said- yeah. anyway. her hand presses down at the base of his cock, holding him still so she can bob her head a bit over him, not letting herself get as messy as she might normally, too much spit is hard to clean up ( although man, they've sure got a lot of napkins in this stockroom ), but she keeps that going long enough that when she pulls off she's sucking in a deep breath, groaning a little bit before she's moving back in again. ]
[His knees are flexing, his hips wanting to rock into that very effective mouth more, but he was keeping still, letting her do all the work. The joke was lame -- LAME, RACHEL --, but he laughed, head falling back again as he let out a pathetic laugh.]
I hate the gods. I hate them so much. You have no idea how much I want to throw you up against this door right now. How much I want to just rip off all your clothes and slide right into you. God, I love when you're wet, you're always so wet for me and it's perfect and tight, Jesus, I just want... I want... fuck--
[He could feel that coiling tension in the pit of his stomach again, letting out a moan.]
[ she braces the heel of her hand against his hip, pressing him back against the door even while her other hand is tugging at his dick, which is a little contradictory but she's sure he won't mind. she's being a little aggressive because he's talking dirty but she can't follow up on it, she can't one-up him right now, and that's so, so frustrating. so she takes it out on him, on how tight her tongue presses against him, the hard suction of her mouth. it's the kind of pressure she might put behind a kiss against his throat, trying to leave a mark. he could tell her to ease off, but she's sure he won't, not if he's feeling as riled up as she is right now. when she pulls back for a breath, her voice is- way wrong, it's almost gravelly in a way ]
Love you, too. Now grab my hair. C'mon, show me how much you like this. Let me feel it.
[ part of her is curious if he'll treat her a little rougher the same way she's treating him. because she's a boy or just because it makes sense that if she pushes a little harder, for him to push back. still, she doesn't wait for an answer, hardly even waits until she's caught her breath, but then she's moving back in to take him into her mouth as deeply as she can, letting her teeth gently graze along the way on the way back again. after that it's back to what she was doing before, sucking hard and squeezing her hand around what doesn't fit in her mouth ]
[The tug on her curl switches to his hand sinking into the smaller group of them, fisting in them and holding as her head bobs, mouth open and little panting gasps falling from it as his other hand moves to her shoulder.]
Want you so bad. Going to keep you in bed for a week when you change back. Tie you down and just keep you there and f- f- fuck..
[His fingers clenched, his head hitting the door hard as he came, a loud, obvious as to what was happening moan leaving him.]
[ yeah, she'd smile if she could, but instead she just focuses on keeping her mouth moving over him, making sure he doesn't move too much that the door rattles. not that it matters anyway, not once he's moaning like that, fucking filthy, and she'd be telling him to shush if she wasn't trying to make sure they didn't make a mess in here.
she lets go of his hip once she's settling back on her haunches, which- ends up making her wince. yikes, jeans get tight across the lap when she's sitting like that. okay, good to know. she also realizes now that she's ridiculously hard, and it's kind of impossible to ignore. which is so, so weird. still, she wipes her mouth on the back of her hand just in case, for propriety's sake, before she lifts up again and works on pulling his pants back up for him ]
Going to hold you to that, you know. A whole week, just me and you.
Tied to the bed. You're not going anywhere. I'll feed you and give you sponge baths.
[Okay, so, maybe he'd needed that. He gave her a lazy post-orgasmic smile before his eyes slid down and-- yep. There was still the indication of a certain someone's still potent arousal. Stiles was by no means a selfish lover. His priorities were always making sure Rachel came at least once. At least, and that was usually when he was too tired to do more. But this was tricky territory. He couldn't return the favor. Not the same way. If she was still a she, he'd have his face buried in her cunt before she'd finished wiping her mouth off. But that was not a vagina. That was definitely a dick. But he knew his way around dicks, right? He could at least...
His hand moved to her hip, his eyes still lazy and satisfied as he smiled at her, then moved that hand so that he was cupping her through the front.]
[ who said crotch grabbing was okay right now? she didn't. not that she didn't like it, on the contrary, it felt freaking awesome. but also like, really weird. right now. this was where it felt actually, truly kind of weird. kissing Stiles was normal, getting Stiles off was normal. Stiles palming her cock through her jeans? not normal. but it's hard to think much beyond pressurepressurefrictionpressure right now, and she barely gets the zip up on Stiles' fly before she's reaching to hold his arm just above the elbow, a waitwait that she can't bring herself to voice ]
You don't have to, I'm good. I mean, I'll figure it out. I haven't gotten off like this, I mean I don't really- know how any of that works right now, for me. [ she leans to rest her forehead against his, groaning a little bit because maybe just him grabbing her feels great, but she isn't sure she can handle much more than that ] I can go to the bathroom and take care of this. I've got tables? Tables you should look at. To. Look- The tables are- customers. [ .............what ]
You sure you want to take care of this all by yourself? You know I can do it for you. Probably faster.
[So maybe a part of him liked the way she reacted to something as simple as him touching her through her pants. Maybe his hand snuck up and pulled at the button of her jeans until it slid free. And maybe his fingers were pulling the zipper down. He was waiting for this massively huge cock to spring out at him and scare him off, figuring if she was taller than him...]
You don't have to figure it out, Rach. Let me do this for you and then we can go see to the tables, okay?
[ why wasn't her brain working? normally she could talk just fine when she and Stiles were fooling around, she was just talking a minute ago. but all she can focus on is how close his hand is to her cock ( weird ), how hard she is ( so weird ), and how massively turned on she is at the thought of Stiles wanting to do this for her ( ... not so weird ). her pulse is sort of hammering away and she can't think, she can't talk ]
-- 'Kay?
[ Stiles you're going to have to teach her how to brain while she has a boner, apparently. right now it's impossible for her. ]
[His hand reaches in past the open flap of her pants, finding that length that's both familiar and totally not and... oh. Well. Okay. He hadn't expected that.
He didn't have a measuring tape or anything, but his hand was telling him that between the two of them, Stiles had the bigger equipment and there was some sort of smug pride puffing his chest up as he pulled her out, stroking her in the air of the store room and leaning in to bite at her earlobe.]
[ she's kind of frozen, at first. this is all so new on like, twenty-three levels, and it's making it hard to breathe let alone process anything that's going on beyond the fact that Stiles' hand is curled around some part of her that is making her brain short circuit. her eyes fall shut when his teeth find her ear, and she just hums - mhmmm - as her hands move to hold onto his shoulders, feet separating a little more, like she's not sure she trusts herself to stay upright on her own right now. better to brace herself. and it takes her a second, a good long while, before she computes the whole hand-to-junk ratio, once her head tips forward to rest on his shoulder, eyes blurring but not falling shut just yet ]
Hey. [ she sounds half amused, half ..maybe a little bummed out ] You're bigger than me, aren't you? Your hand looks ..bigger on mine than it does on yours. [ she groans, because her brain can't process that, it can't. ] Oh, gods that's weird.
[He slid his hand up to the head of her dick, thumb circling around the slit to smear precome over it before he began to stroke along the shaft again. Sure, he was bigger, but for a handjob, that didn't mean shit. Honestly, it probably didn't mean shit for anything, but guys were wired strangely and dick sizes were part of that wiring. So yeah, he felt a little validation that his dick was bigger than his girlfriend's.
[ she probably shouldn't be stepping closer to him while he's doing that, but it's some kind of instinct, the need to cling and hold on tight when he's got his hands on her. and so that's what she's doing now, one of her hands sliding to the back of his neck while her face presses into the crook of his shoulder, her other hand sort of finding its way around to hold onto his shoulder that way. all very clingy, but she's trying to keep some space between the lower halves of their bodies, just so he has room to move or do whatever he plans on doing. she's not sure why she's feeling so over-sensitized, she can't imagine Stiles feels like this every time she's jerking him off or whatever, but maybe it's just the ..being inexperienced with this. she's never even touched herself while in this body, so. yeah. that has to be it.
coming to that realization doesn't make it any easier to get control over her brain, but it's a start ]
Well, it might matter a little. [ yeeeeep just talking shit cause she's so turned on right now. oh well. there's no such thing as embarrassment in Bonerville ] Might make me love your cock even more.
[He turned to let his lips brush against the corner of hers, tickled by the light hairs there and having to press them together to keep from pulling back. His hand moved lower, deciding if he was going to jerk her off, he should do it properly -- and a proper jerk off included a little ball playing.]
[ she huffs a laugh at that, love away, sure, she was. that's exactly what she was doing. she was impossibly full of love for this boy, filled from her head to her toes, and no it wasn't just because of his dick, but ah, right now that's all she could think about. how badly she wants and how much she loves what she's getting. which is just his hand, his hand which is moving and making her lift up on her toes for a second because oh okay that feels really awesome, wow- ] Fuck. [ her hand grips in his hair at the back of his head before resting flat again, just holding on ] Nnnh- [ not going to take much more. you should probably actually say that, Rachel. form the words. tell your boyfriend he's about to make you come. tell him. say it. no? oook. maybe she can hold off until she can form the words ]
[Watching her like this wasn't quite the same as watching her the first time they'd... well, they'd done anything, but it was a little similar. He knew she hadn't done anything with herself and he'd been surprised. Hell, if he'd woken up as a girl, he would have been in the bathroom playing with his breasts the first chance he got. Watching them bounce... yeah. Bouncy boobs were great.
But she'd avoided any of that and maybe... maybe this was a bit of a reward for that. 'Good girl'.]
I wish I could. I wish I could bend you over right now, babe.
[His hand was back on her shaft, stroking more quickly and angling her to the side on the off chance she went without saying anything. He wasn't wearing his apron, so...]
[ oh, yeahyeah, she had that coming. she did the same thing to him. joke's on her. she'd be laughing and pushing at him if she wasn't so hellbent on zoning out and tuning into one thing and one thing only. her breathing is starting to just turn into little groans, odd grunts she can't put a name on because they aren't very Rachely sounding. ] Stiles. [ does that count as a warning? it should. it should definitely count. because she's coming a moment later, a rough grunt through her teeth the only sound she allows herself before she's burring her face again his neck again, trying to muffle anything else that happens. she can't really tell what it's like besides fuck yes release that isn't entirely unlike how she normally feels when Stiles pushes her over the edge, except that with every jerk of her stomach muscles she empties herself a little more. so, that's weird, that she can feel that. each pull of his hand helps her through it, makes it easier to just let her body go slack and enjoy it, even if it is
still
really very weird ]
Oh, gods that-
[ felt good. ]
Unh.
[ ah, close enough. she'll worry about messes in a second ]
[His other hand comes up to the back of her neck, holding her in against him as he feels her cock throb in his hand. It's different, feeling it from just the outside without feeling the release as, well, a release. He strokes her through it, milking her of it all the way he liked to have it done, turning to press a light kiss to her cheek.]
I believe 'unh' is good. I'm taking it as good. The mess on the floor is good, too. It'll have to be cleaned up, but it's good that it happened. You okay?
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[He poked her in the chest.]
It's not the same and you know it.
[Not that he had anything against guys who wanted to kiss each other. Danny was great and he wished Scott and Isaac the best. His interests just... didn't lie there.]
It's weird because you need to shave. And not your legs, though... those are getting furry too.
[That was payback, sort of, and he was waiting for the hit.]
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[ yeah, she'll hit him for that. only... where are her hands? oh yeah. so that earns him a whack on the ass, and she gives him an exaggerated wince after, all "woof, that's gotta hurt". but not really, it wasn't a smack, it was just a wide palm landing on the back of his jeans. but anyway! ]
I don't want to shave. I like being scruffy. You should let yourself get a little scruff, it's hot. [ and there's another quick kiss, one that leads to a bite at his jaw, her head tipping sideways as she tries to tip him against her more, just so she can bury her face against his neck. scruff and all, scratchyscratch ] If I shave, can I go down on you later? [ ah she's mostly just being a jerk, but. well. maybe she's really that horny right now, that's also a very plausible explanation ]
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Maybe. Though...
[His hands moved to the band of her jeans, tugging her hips in against his and giving a long, slow and intentional grind against her. Mostly because he wanted to but also because he knew how it would affect her.]
Why wait until later?
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[ is it weird that she's thinking about how her mouth is different now? bigger, but only in that her jaw is wider, squarer. she'll even shift her chin left and right for a second, like she has to think of the mechanics of it. ]
Might have to go slow at first. But that shouldn't be a problem.
[ she smirks before she's reaching back with one hand to brace against the door behind her, pushing off with her other hand still holding Stiles like, right there. then she turns them around, doesn't quite slam him back against the door where she was a second ago ( don't want to make too much noise ), but she pushes up against him again pretty quick. only to drop to a knee in front of him.
oh, and she's taller now. which is interesting. that puts her face level with his bellybutton instead of the fly of his jeans, and that's kind of fun because while her hands unzip and unbutton his fly. so she's nosing at him over his shirt, breathing hot on the fabric until she's dragging his jeans and his boxers down his thighs. it all happens pretty fast, but eh, that's okay. especially now because she's going to go slow, like she said. the first thing she thinks it's that it's kind of convenient, being able to wrap her hand around his dick and slowly jerk him off without it being right in front of her face. she can look up and talk to him while she does it! hot.]
Once I get the hang of this, I'm not going to hold back, okay? Can't take our time here, I mean, what with all those people just outside waiting for me to come back.
[ yeah, just in case he forgot they're still at the restaurant. she gives him a smile before she's ducking down a bit, just enough so she can lick at the head of his cock while she moves her hand over him ]
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He's looking down at her, trying to see his Rachel in the semi-stranger staring up at him. It feels like cheating and that has his stomach doing something not so cool, but then she's babbling again and it's hard not to see her in that alone. His hand moves to one of the curls, giving it a little tug before there's a hand wrapped around him and his cock is out and then it's in her mouth and--]
Jesus... Rach...
[Right. Quiet. They had people to serve. God, mouths were the best thing ever.]
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and okay, it's really different. her girlygirl mouth was smaller, it was easier to purse her lips tight and really go for it, but it takes her a second to adjust here, like it's her first time trying this again. she uses her tongue more, presses the flat of it against the underside so she can suck him against the roof of her mouth. all very slow though, a building pressure that has her hand slowing down just to make sure she doesn't hurt him somehow. still, the benefit here is that she's sucking a lot harder than she normally does, can fit more of him in her mouth at once. and that's-
that's kind of fun to play with. different pressures, letting her jaw drop more than she normally can let it just to bring him in deeper. yeah, she could get used to this ]
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It's unfair, is what it is.]
Rach, Rachel, fuck...
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I hate the gods. I hate them so much. You have no idea how much I want to throw you up against this door right now. How much I want to just rip off all your clothes and slide right into you. God, I love when you're wet, you're always so wet for me and it's perfect and tight, Jesus, I just want... I want... fuck--
[He could feel that coiling tension in the pit of his stomach again, letting out a moan.]
Still good. Still good at this, god, love you.
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Love you, too. Now grab my hair. C'mon, show me how much you like this. Let me feel it.
[ part of her is curious if he'll treat her a little rougher the same way she's treating him. because she's a boy or just because it makes sense that if she pushes a little harder, for him to push back. still, she doesn't wait for an answer, hardly even waits until she's caught her breath, but then she's moving back in to take him into her mouth as deeply as she can, letting her teeth gently graze along the way on the way back again. after that it's back to what she was doing before, sucking hard and squeezing her hand around what doesn't fit in her mouth ]
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Want you so bad. Going to keep you in bed for a week when you change back. Tie you down and just keep you there and f- f- fuck..
[His fingers clenched, his head hitting the door hard as he came, a loud, obvious as to what was happening moan leaving him.]
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she lets go of his hip once she's settling back on her haunches, which- ends up making her wince. yikes, jeans get tight across the lap when she's sitting like that. okay, good to know. she also realizes now that she's ridiculously hard, and it's kind of impossible to ignore. which is so, so weird. still, she wipes her mouth on the back of her hand just in case, for propriety's sake, before she lifts up again and works on pulling his pants back up for him ]
Going to hold you to that, you know. A whole week, just me and you.
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[Okay, so, maybe he'd needed that. He gave her a lazy post-orgasmic smile before his eyes slid down and-- yep. There was still the indication of a certain someone's still potent arousal. Stiles was by no means a selfish lover. His priorities were always making sure Rachel came at least once. At least, and that was usually when he was too tired to do more. But this was tricky territory. He couldn't return the favor. Not the same way. If she was still a she, he'd have his face buried in her cunt before she'd finished wiping her mouth off. But that was not a vagina. That was definitely a dick. But he knew his way around dicks, right? He could at least...
His hand moved to her hip, his eyes still lazy and satisfied as he smiled at her, then moved that hand so that he was cupping her through the front.]
Pants a little tight?
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[ who said crotch grabbing was okay right now? she didn't. not that she didn't like it, on the contrary, it felt freaking awesome. but also like, really weird. right now. this was where it felt actually, truly kind of weird. kissing Stiles was normal, getting Stiles off was normal. Stiles palming her cock through her jeans? not normal. but it's hard to think much beyond pressurepressurefrictionpressure right now, and she barely gets the zip up on Stiles' fly before she's reaching to hold his arm just above the elbow, a waitwait that she can't bring herself to voice ]
You don't have to, I'm good. I mean, I'll figure it out. I haven't gotten off like this, I mean I don't really- know how any of that works right now, for me. [ she leans to rest her forehead against his, groaning a little bit because maybe just him grabbing her feels great, but she isn't sure she can handle much more than that ] I can go to the bathroom and take care of this. I've got tables? Tables you should look at. To. Look- The tables are- customers. [ .............what ]
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[So maybe a part of him liked the way she reacted to something as simple as him touching her through her pants. Maybe his hand snuck up and pulled at the button of her jeans until it slid free. And maybe his fingers were pulling the zipper down. He was waiting for this massively huge cock to spring out at him and scare him off, figuring if she was taller than him...]
You don't have to figure it out, Rach. Let me do this for you and then we can go see to the tables, okay?
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[ why wasn't her brain working? normally she could talk just fine when she and Stiles were fooling around, she was just talking a minute ago. but all she can focus on is how close his hand is to her cock ( weird ), how hard she is ( so weird ), and how massively turned on she is at the thought of Stiles wanting to do this for her ( ... not so weird ). her pulse is sort of hammering away and she can't think, she can't talk ]
-- 'Kay?
[ Stiles you're going to have to teach her how to brain while she has a boner, apparently. right now it's impossible for her. ]
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He didn't have a measuring tape or anything, but his hand was telling him that between the two of them, Stiles had the bigger equipment and there was some sort of smug pride puffing his chest up as he pulled her out, stroking her in the air of the store room and leaning in to bite at her earlobe.]
Yeah?
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[ she's kind of frozen, at first. this is all so new on like, twenty-three levels, and it's making it hard to breathe let alone process anything that's going on beyond the fact that Stiles' hand is curled around some part of her that is making her brain short circuit. her eyes fall shut when his teeth find her ear, and she just hums - mhmmm - as her hands move to hold onto his shoulders, feet separating a little more, like she's not sure she trusts herself to stay upright on her own right now. better to brace herself. and it takes her a second, a good long while, before she computes the whole hand-to-junk ratio, once her head tips forward to rest on his shoulder, eyes blurring but not falling shut just yet ]
Hey. [ she sounds half amused, half ..maybe a little bummed out ] You're bigger than me, aren't you? Your hand looks ..bigger on mine than it does on yours. [ she groans, because her brain can't process that, it can't. ] Oh, gods that's weird.
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[He slid his hand up to the head of her dick, thumb circling around the slit to smear precome over it before he began to stroke along the shaft again. Sure, he was bigger, but for a handjob, that didn't mean shit. Honestly, it probably didn't mean shit for anything, but guys were wired strangely and dick sizes were part of that wiring. So yeah, he felt a little validation that his dick was bigger than his girlfriend's.
He also tried not to look too closely at that.]
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[ she probably shouldn't be stepping closer to him while he's doing that, but it's some kind of instinct, the need to cling and hold on tight when he's got his hands on her. and so that's what she's doing now, one of her hands sliding to the back of his neck while her face presses into the crook of his shoulder, her other hand sort of finding its way around to hold onto his shoulder that way. all very clingy, but she's trying to keep some space between the lower halves of their bodies, just so he has room to move or do whatever he plans on doing. she's not sure why she's feeling so over-sensitized, she can't imagine Stiles feels like this every time she's jerking him off or whatever, but maybe it's just the ..being inexperienced with this. she's never even touched herself while in this body, so. yeah. that has to be it.
coming to that realization doesn't make it any easier to get control over her brain, but it's a start ]
Well, it might matter a little. [ yeeeeep just talking shit cause she's so turned on right now. oh well. there's no such thing as embarrassment in Bonerville ] Might make me love your cock even more.
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[He turned to let his lips brush against the corner of hers, tickled by the light hairs there and having to press them together to keep from pulling back. His hand moved lower, deciding if he was going to jerk her off, he should do it properly -- and a proper jerk off included a little ball playing.]
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But she'd avoided any of that and maybe... maybe this was a bit of a reward for that. 'Good girl'.]
I wish I could. I wish I could bend you over right now, babe.
[His hand was back on her shaft, stroking more quickly and angling her to the side on the off chance she went without saying anything. He wasn't wearing his apron, so...]
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still
really very weird ]
Oh, gods that-
[ felt good. ]
Unh.
[ ah, close enough. she'll worry about messes in a second ]
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I believe 'unh' is good. I'm taking it as good. The mess on the floor is good, too. It'll have to be cleaned up, but it's good that it happened. You okay?
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