[ if heathcliff's all flushed then ishmael is even more so, with the way her blush blossoms across her chest as if to give more emphasis to her freckles there. she's trying to sound casual for her own sake and his, in some paltry attempt to make this less embarrassing that it already is, but the way his hips rut up against hers gets her to gasp as sparks travel up her spine. it's only now that she realizes how small she is compared to him, and it's... comforting somehow. he's no queequeg, and he's never going to replace her in ishmael's heart, but it's enough for ishmael to put up with him in this awkward foreplay.
still, her brows are furrowed when he forces her to face him, and she does have one more witty comeback up her sleeve only to be silenced with his mouth on hers. she groans and grunts with every rut of his clothed cock, her legs falling off his shoulders and landing on either side of him to provide him better access between her legs. the friction is dizzying, enough to get her worked up down there, but he's not even trying on the mouth department at all, is he? like he's never been kissed before.
...
it's not that she pities him at all, but she may as well show him how to do it while they're still here. she picks up the slack by licking into his mouth, tasting coffee and bread on his tongue and teeth, her hand coming up to pinch his chin the same way he just did with hers. she's no expert in kissing either, but unlike the couple of times she's forced to make out with people during those games, this time she's going to take her sweet time with him. assess what he wants to do, spreading her legs out wider the more insistent his thrusts become, and even shifting beneath him so that he's outright grinding against her hardening clit. it's hard to stay rational during sex, but she's going to stubbornly hang on to it anyway -- at least until she can't take it anymore, which won't be very long anyway. heathcliff just has that effect on her, for better or for worse. ]
H-Heath... [ she pants against his lips, lowkey cringing at how pathetic she sounded just now. ] Just-- Just take it off already...
[ take off what? that's for him to decide. shouldn't take a genius to figure that out, with how soaked her underwear's become. ]
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still, her brows are furrowed when he forces her to face him, and she does have one more witty comeback up her sleeve only to be silenced with his mouth on hers. she groans and grunts with every rut of his clothed cock, her legs falling off his shoulders and landing on either side of him to provide him better access between her legs. the friction is dizzying, enough to get her worked up down there, but he's not even trying on the mouth department at all, is he? like he's never been kissed before.
...
it's not that she pities him at all, but she may as well show him how to do it while they're still here. she picks up the slack by licking into his mouth, tasting coffee and bread on his tongue and teeth, her hand coming up to pinch his chin the same way he just did with hers. she's no expert in kissing either, but unlike the couple of times she's forced to make out with people during those games, this time she's going to take her sweet time with him. assess what he wants to do, spreading her legs out wider the more insistent his thrusts become, and even shifting beneath him so that he's outright grinding against her hardening clit. it's hard to stay rational during sex, but she's going to stubbornly hang on to it anyway -- at least until she can't take it anymore, which won't be very long anyway. heathcliff just has that effect on her, for better or for worse. ]
H-Heath... [ she pants against his lips, lowkey cringing at how pathetic she sounded just now. ] Just-- Just take it off already...
[ take off what? that's for him to decide. shouldn't take a genius to figure that out, with how soaked her underwear's become. ]