[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
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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?
[ she takes a long while to regroup, collect her brain and make sure it's all in order before she's standing up straight again, no longer leaning on him for support. she does give him a kiss though, slow and lazy and ah, there's another thing you should warn someone about before doing - hey, take a deep breath, this is going to be a doozy of a mini make out session - but oh well. eventually she pulls back again, reaching to fix her pants back up and trying hard not to look too bummed out about the mess she made either. ]
I love you but I told you I should have gone to the bathroom to do that. At least there isn't any food in here. [ stock room for stuff, right, but all their food was in the fridges, for the most part. at least there's that small comfort. ] Guh, I feel like I just ran a marathon. I need some blood circulation, stat. [ she grins, pushes a hand through her hair just to ruck up her curls a bit ]
Are you primping? I give you your first guy orgasm and you primp after? You know, if I was the jealous type, I'd be worried you were going out to look good for Minty.
[He shook his head at the mess of his girlfriend, moving to grab one of the containers of napkins and pulling out a handful before bending to clean up the splatter and spray of sticky come.]
[ now that they've got all this touchytouchy stuff under their belts, she doesn't feel all that shy about moving to stand behind him, bending so she can circle her arms around his middle and pretend to pull him upright, away from what he's doing ]
Now you know how I feel, though. Except you don't even have to try, she's always watching you. Waiting to get her hands on you the way I do.
Please. She's probably more interested in the new redheaded guy than the old boring one.
[He finished cleaning up, using a fresh napkin to make sure it was as dry as it could get before he came back in later to clean it with actual cleaning stuff. He was all for defiling the restaurant with sexual deviancy, but he also knew it was a place for eating and that was just eww not to clean up.]
[ she's still clinging onto him even while he cleans like a cleany thing, resting her chin on his shoulder like he usually does with her when he's hugging her from behind. where he goes, she'll follow. for now. until they need to leave the stock room and get back to helping customers. for now she's enjoying her no-personal-space time with her boyfriend while it lasts. ]
Maybe I can woo her then convince her to wait for me, and not look at any other boys for a year just to prove her love to me. That could work.
[Mess cleaned up, he moves to stand, though he's not pulling out of her embrace. Truth be told, he's missed being touched, especially by her, and while this isn't exactly what he wanted... it was close enough.]
I bet you could. Between the two of us, she'd pick you hands down. You're taller.
Um, no. I'm taller, but you're Stilesier. You're funnier, dreamier, and sex-pottier. Than this guy right here. For sure.
[ granted, she hasn't exactly been announcing to the customers that hey, she's actually Rachel Dare. she doesn't know if Minty knows she's her or some new kid. but whatever, it doesn't matter. even if she was making an effort to leave an impression on people, especially people that would check out Stiles, she's completely confident they'd still go for him over boy-her. and yes, her hands are slipping under his shirt to rest on his belly, even one sliding up towards his chest, letting his shirt get dragged up along the way. all very silly and touchy ]
I still don't know how I managed to keep my hands off of you for this long. Unf. My loverboy is too hot.
You're not ever allowed to make fun of me for being touchy and weird after an orgasm again. It's totally a guy thing and I'm going to hold this over you forever. And ever.
[But he was grinning as he turned to look at her over his shoulder.]
I'm not being weird, I'm being affectionate. I'm always affectionate after we get each other off.
[ except no, not quite this much, he's right. she just doesn't realize it because it feels like the most natural thing in the world. he turns to look at her and she smushes a kiss to his cheek, laughing after ]
You were the one talking about tying me up for a week straight. [ pretending to be very scandalized by the idea yes ] And you're calling me weird.
Tying you up for a week isn't weird. [Huff] It's practical. I need to make sure you don't get pulled off to do something else before I'm completely done ravaging you. God. Wasn't that clear?
Oh, it was clear. And it is weird. Offering to sponge bathe me for a week is weird. One night, maybe. Like, a day, but not a whole week. That's insane.
[ she grins against his cheek again before sliding her hands out from under his shirt again and stepping back, reaching his hands over his head so he can stretch out a bit ]
I really should get back to work.
[ not that she's moving to do so, but the idea is there ]
Not true. [ she's stepping right back into Stiles' space as soon as she gets the chance, clingy and smoochy and skinhungry for all of five seconds before she reels it back in to just snuggling again. while they're standing in the stock room, yes. ] How could I ever sleep when all I want to be doing is loving all over you? That's impossible. You're totally wrong.
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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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[ she takes a long while to regroup, collect her brain and make sure it's all in order before she's standing up straight again, no longer leaning on him for support. she does give him a kiss though, slow and lazy and ah, there's another thing you should warn someone about before doing - hey, take a deep breath, this is going to be a doozy of a mini make out session - but oh well. eventually she pulls back again, reaching to fix her pants back up and trying hard not to look too bummed out about the mess she made either. ]
I love you but I told you I should have gone to the bathroom to do that. At least there isn't any food in here. [ stock room for stuff, right, but all their food was in the fridges, for the most part. at least there's that small comfort. ] Guh, I feel like I just ran a marathon. I need some blood circulation, stat. [ she grins, pushes a hand through her hair just to ruck up her curls a bit ]
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[He shook his head at the mess of his girlfriend, moving to grab one of the containers of napkins and pulling out a handful before bending to clean up the splatter and spray of sticky come.]
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[ now that they've got all this touchytouchy stuff under their belts, she doesn't feel all that shy about moving to stand behind him, bending so she can circle her arms around his middle and pretend to pull him upright, away from what he's doing ]
Now you know how I feel, though. Except you don't even have to try, she's always watching you. Waiting to get her hands on you the way I do.
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[He finished cleaning up, using a fresh napkin to make sure it was as dry as it could get before he came back in later to clean it with actual cleaning stuff. He was all for defiling the restaurant with sexual deviancy, but he also knew it was a place for eating and that was just eww not to clean up.]
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[ she's still clinging onto him even while he cleans like a cleany thing, resting her chin on his shoulder like he usually does with her when he's hugging her from behind. where he goes, she'll follow. for now. until they need to leave the stock room and get back to helping customers. for now she's enjoying her no-personal-space time with her boyfriend while it lasts. ]
Maybe I can woo her then convince her to wait for me, and not look at any other boys for a year just to prove her love to me. That could work.
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I bet you could. Between the two of us, she'd pick you hands down. You're taller.
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[ granted, she hasn't exactly been announcing to the customers that hey, she's actually Rachel Dare. she doesn't know if Minty knows she's her or some new kid. but whatever, it doesn't matter. even if she was making an effort to leave an impression on people, especially people that would check out Stiles, she's completely confident they'd still go for him over boy-her. and yes, her hands are slipping under his shirt to rest on his belly, even one sliding up towards his chest, letting his shirt get dragged up along the way. all very silly and touchy ]
I still don't know how I managed to keep my hands off of you for this long. Unf. My loverboy is too hot.
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[But he was grinning as he turned to look at her over his shoulder.]
Biased much?
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[ except no, not quite this much, he's right. she just doesn't realize it because it feels like the most natural thing in the world. he turns to look at her and she smushes a kiss to his cheek, laughing after ]
You were the one talking about tying me up for a week straight. [ pretending to be very scandalized by the idea yes ] And you're calling me weird.
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[ she grins against his cheek again before sliding her hands out from under his shirt again and stepping back, reaching his hands over his head so he can stretch out a bit ]
I really should get back to work.
[ not that she's moving to do so, but the idea is there ]
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[He balled up the napkins and tossed them in a nearby bin, then turned and looked at his apparently very sated not-girlfriend.]
I have a feeling if you were offered a bed, you'd go right to sleep. You would seriously make the worst boyfriend ever. I would be ashamed. A-shamed.
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[But he tips his head up and leans in for a kiss before drawing back.]
Alright, miss. Back to the grindstone.
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