[Of course Horatio is wearing his subligaculum. The process of acclimating to the openness of Roman culture had been slow and grating.
The process of acclimating to touching River, happily, is going much more quickly. Even after her hand leaves his, enough of his mind has been shut down by the sensation that his fingers stay at the work she's left them to. It's fascinating to actually cup her breast rather than simply chide himself for letting the thought pass through his head. It's thrilling to let his other hand slide around to trace along her spine and down to briefly cup her ass.
His breath is slightly shaken when she pulls back, brow immediately furrowing again and fingers suddenly uncertain.]
( river notes his expression and given how wicked hers has now become hopefully his doubts push themselves away. he'd done well to continue, his own work on her breast, her ass feeling just right.
when river leans back, kissing his jaw, her touch is far more tender. although, if he paid attention to that wickedness in her eyes, he'd have noticed it was a front.
she presses light kisses to his jaw, working a slow trail down his neck. it's a distraction, keep his mind occupied, stop him thinking--
her fingers are quick, slipping between the fabric of the subligaculum, hand cupping him before her fingers rub across his length )
[It's possible he's misread her features in the semidarkness. At any rate, it's possible until her lips are on his jaw. Then, abruptly, there aren't any possibilities to consider apart from how much of her he can touch before they lose their center of gravity and go tumbling.
And then, more abruptly still, her fingers are closing around him and there's no space to think anything at all.
His breath turns into soft mewling noise as his head drops to her shoulder, forehead pressing hard in against the hollow of her neck. There's the little matter of stabilizing himself before he can trust himself to move his hands again.]
( his pleasure is bliss to her ears, a light chuckle into the kiss. her fingers continue, if restricted by his subligaculum and there's a flash of an idea to just continue this.
next time. today river has her own needs that also need satisfying and she's not sure that would happen if she gets him off here.
there's a few more strokes, each one slower than the last before both they and river's kisses stop )
Take it off.
( she could have done it herself by now but, rather than just fucking him senseless she wants him to do it, wants to see him bare himself )
[It's a bit like hitting water from a great height. Having River drag to a halt is a similar little shock, dragging an unhappy hiss through Horatio's breath as he lifts his head again like a dazed man.
Right. That's a reasonable enough request. That's something he can manage, even with a spinning head and unsteady hands. He can untangle the fabric around his waist and let it fall with the pile with the rest of their clothes, even with the rush of embarrassment at having to maneuver around his own erection.
It's all more easily accomplished, apparently, if his lips can find River's again.]
( she helps him out, meeting his lips halfway, hands moving to rest on his chest. river feels the fabric fall, nipping at his lip with her teeth and has them moving. the rooms aren't very big, taking only a few steps before he'll feel the bed hitting the back of his legs.
river gives a gentle nudge to ease him down, following quickly, straddling his hips. as river kisses him again, hands cupping his cheeks, she brushes her entrance over the tip of his cock. river keeps enough distance just to tease, not yet lowering herself onto him, just letting him feel how wet she's become )
[This is half-familiar, at least. Being backed into a bed is something Horatio knows. Being overwhelmed by the allowance of intimacy is something he's felt acutely before.
None of that stops the strangled noise gasped into the kiss as River teases against him.
His fingers tremble slightly as they slide up her thighs. They pause at her hips--but even now, both naked and River all but pressed down into his lap, it feels impossibly impolite to tug.
It also feels impossibly polite not to break the kiss and spit in his own hand, efficient and automatic as a man used to never having anything close to enough time. Even with the alcohol sloshing slightly through his veins, he's hard enough already, but a few quick strokes of his hand still come as a matter of routine.
Less automatic, but utterly fascinating, is the impulse to let his lips drift against the swell of one of her breasts, tongue quick and curious as it swipes over a nipple.]
( there's a noise in the back of her throat as his tongue brushes across her nipple, a press of pleasure, a hand on his cheek nudging his head closer, river shifting to allow him better access to her breasts.
that shift of her body also causes his cock to rub against her again, river gasping at the unexpected touch, her hips jerking towards him in response.
her other hand moves down from his cheek, sliding down his chest between them. fingers dance across his skin, gliding just above his cock but not yet touching. instead, devilishly, river moves her hand between her own thighs, low moan as she teases across her slick folds, circling her clit.
river watches him through this, wondering his thoughts, her touching herself when he's just there, held just out of reach. and oh, she wants him. as well as river knows her body and could quickly (or slowly depending on her mood) bring herself to orgasm she'd much rather he did it. it's why river won't keep the tease going for long, just enough to have her chest heaving some more )
[Direction always helps. Even the brief noise and brush of fingers is incredibly helpful, prickling something warm in his chest that tends to come with the experience of usefulness.
And what a wonderful thing that nuzzling her breasts is useful.
It isn't a good distraction from how close and warm River is, however. In all honesty, Horatio would be hard pressed to imagine anything that could drag his attention from peppering eager kisses against all the skin he can reach.]
Please--
[He isn't certain she'll be able to hear him murmuring against the swell of her breasts. That's what prompts his hand up from slicking his length, fingers pawing fretfully at her hand before settling on her hip.]
( her hips jerk at his touch, less careful placement of his fingers compared to hers as he paws at her. but it gets the message across. her hand slides to his cock, fingers dancing across his length as she takes lightly grips him. and then she's surrounding him, wet heat as river lowers herself onto him.
there's a content sound in the back of her throat, a slow roll of her hips as her hand moves up, resting on his cheek. river tips his head up as she leans down, capturing his lips with hers again.
tongue pushes into his mouth, her other hand moving behind her, resting on his thigh. river gives another slow roll of her hips, breaking the kiss. she looks at him for a few seconds, eyes dark before pressing a light tease of a kiss to the corner of his mouth. rocking her hips, a continuous motion now, her hand slides down to rest on his back )
[Horatio isn't used to slow. It didn't matter who he'd happened to stumble into bed or into the hold or into the scant shelter of an alley with, really; things simply always had to be rushed through with the odd half-sinking fear of being snatched away from the brief allowance of pleasure.
But River's moving slowly. She's sparing a moment as she settles to let the sensation of intimacy shake through them pleasantly. She's kissing him, studying him; holding him somewhere that isn't rushed and fumbling and drenched in something almost like fear around the edges of ecstasy.
There's nothing dignified in the soft sounds falling from Horatio's lips. There isn't in the eager buck of his hips to meet the roll of hers, or in the shake of one hand moving to help brace himself on the bed. Still, there's trust in the way his head dips in against her neck, lips curling slightly as he forces his twitching hips to match her rhythm.]
( it might not be dignified but there's something in her that loves it, the raw emotion of his pleasure, the need of him as he comes towards her. it urges her own, a sharper jerk of her hips, a firmer hold on his leg as she moves a little quicker, still leisurely but not quite so slow.
it has her pulling him towards her, running his hand up from her hip, grazing it over her chest. she likes the feel of someone touching her, exploring her skin. those little touches each bring their own amount of pleasure )
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The process of acclimating to touching River, happily, is going much more quickly. Even after her hand leaves his, enough of his mind has been shut down by the sensation that his fingers stay at the work she's left them to. It's fascinating to actually cup her breast rather than simply chide himself for letting the thought pass through his head. It's thrilling to let his other hand slide around to trace along her spine and down to briefly cup her ass.
His breath is slightly shaken when she pulls back, brow immediately furrowing again and fingers suddenly uncertain.]
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when river leans back, kissing his jaw, her touch is far more tender. although, if he paid attention to that wickedness in her eyes, he'd have noticed it was a front.
she presses light kisses to his jaw, working a slow trail down his neck. it's a distraction, keep his mind occupied, stop him thinking--
her fingers are quick, slipping between the fabric of the subligaculum, hand cupping him before her fingers rub across his length )
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And then, more abruptly still, her fingers are closing around him and there's no space to think anything at all.
His breath turns into soft mewling noise as his head drops to her shoulder, forehead pressing hard in against the hollow of her neck. There's the little matter of stabilizing himself before he can trust himself to move his hands again.]
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next time. today river has her own needs that also need satisfying and she's not sure that would happen if she gets him off here.
there's a few more strokes, each one slower than the last before both they and river's kisses stop )
Take it off.
( she could have done it herself by now but, rather than just fucking him senseless she wants him to do it, wants to see him bare himself )
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Right. That's a reasonable enough request. That's something he can manage, even with a spinning head and unsteady hands. He can untangle the fabric around his waist and let it fall with the pile with the rest of their clothes, even with the rush of embarrassment at having to maneuver around his own erection.
It's all more easily accomplished, apparently, if his lips can find River's again.]
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river gives a gentle nudge to ease him down, following quickly, straddling his hips. as river kisses him again, hands cupping his cheeks, she brushes her entrance over the tip of his cock. river keeps enough distance just to tease, not yet lowering herself onto him, just letting him feel how wet she's become )
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None of that stops the strangled noise gasped into the kiss as River teases against him.
His fingers tremble slightly as they slide up her thighs. They pause at her hips--but even now, both naked and River all but pressed down into his lap, it feels impossibly impolite to tug.
It also feels impossibly polite not to break the kiss and spit in his own hand, efficient and automatic as a man used to never having anything close to enough time. Even with the alcohol sloshing slightly through his veins, he's hard enough already, but a few quick strokes of his hand still come as a matter of routine.
Less automatic, but utterly fascinating, is the impulse to let his lips drift against the swell of one of her breasts, tongue quick and curious as it swipes over a nipple.]
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that shift of her body also causes his cock to rub against her again, river gasping at the unexpected touch, her hips jerking towards him in response.
her other hand moves down from his cheek, sliding down his chest between them. fingers dance across his skin, gliding just above his cock but not yet touching. instead, devilishly, river moves her hand between her own thighs, low moan as she teases across her slick folds, circling her clit.
river watches him through this, wondering his thoughts, her touching herself when he's just there, held just out of reach. and oh, she wants him. as well as river knows her body and could quickly (or slowly depending on her mood) bring herself to orgasm she'd much rather he did it. it's why river won't keep the tease going for long, just enough to have her chest heaving some more )
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And what a wonderful thing that nuzzling her breasts is useful.
It isn't a good distraction from how close and warm River is, however. In all honesty, Horatio would be hard pressed to imagine anything that could drag his attention from peppering eager kisses against all the skin he can reach.]
Please--
[He isn't certain she'll be able to hear him murmuring against the swell of her breasts. That's what prompts his hand up from slicking his length, fingers pawing fretfully at her hand before settling on her hip.]
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there's a content sound in the back of her throat, a slow roll of her hips as her hand moves up, resting on his cheek. river tips his head up as she leans down, capturing his lips with hers again.
tongue pushes into his mouth, her other hand moving behind her, resting on his thigh. river gives another slow roll of her hips, breaking the kiss. she looks at him for a few seconds, eyes dark before pressing a light tease of a kiss to the corner of his mouth. rocking her hips, a continuous motion now, her hand slides down to rest on his back )
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But River's moving slowly. She's sparing a moment as she settles to let the sensation of intimacy shake through them pleasantly. She's kissing him, studying him; holding him somewhere that isn't rushed and fumbling and drenched in something almost like fear around the edges of ecstasy.
There's nothing dignified in the soft sounds falling from Horatio's lips. There isn't in the eager buck of his hips to meet the roll of hers, or in the shake of one hand moving to help brace himself on the bed. Still, there's trust in the way his head dips in against her neck, lips curling slightly as he forces his twitching hips to match her rhythm.]
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it has her pulling him towards her, running his hand up from her hip, grazing it over her chest. she likes the feel of someone touching her, exploring her skin. those little touches each bring their own amount of pleasure )