[ look, nancy isn't thinking very clearly either, so she's sure that he's talking about how he's letting her feel all of him like that, and not the pace. her eyes fall shut when he starts to move, because it does feel good, it feels really good. perfect, when he bottoms out again. the way his hand fits over her hip, the slow slide of him, the deep stretch as he pushes in. she isn't rushing to touch him everywhere, all at once, but her hands move to his shoulders to slide down his arms then back up, one settling on the back of his neck while the other traces along his collar bone. she closes her eyes to focus on it, on everything.
and then, after four or five thrusts she realizes he isn't speeding up from that very deliberately unhurried pace. at all.
the corner of her mouth quirks up before she opens her eyes to look up at him again, because he's so damn annoying, but she so far gone that she's still so damned charmed by it. or something. mildly amused, even as she tries to rock her hips up, against the weight of his hand on her hip, bracing himself. fuck.
but it's fine, if he's going to be a jerk, then she can be a brat. even if the most she can manage at the moment is slowly tightening her grip on the back of his neck, enough to have her short nails digging into that spot that makes him go a little crazy when she presses kisses there. and, okay, she's picked up on the fact that his neck is sensitive in a lot of places, she hasn't pinned down a super secret little spot here, but that's not the point! she bumps her heels on the back of his thighs, pouting ]
Peter. [ her tone is bright, a tiny bit amused and a lotta bit turned on, which undermines that pout, but she can't help it. he's not fucking her exactly the way she told him to, but his alternative isn't terrible. so, so far from it, actually. he feels so good, and looks so good, and she wants-! him! to give her! what she asked for! the way she asked for it! damnit! but she's not too proud to try and hide how this is doing it for her, too. her eyelids start to drop as she pants against his lips, but she keeps watching him, doesn't let them close. ..not until he rocks his hips into her a little harder when his body's already pressed flush to hers, like he's trying to fuck her even deeper. ] Fuuuck, oh my god, you're such a jerk. [ she groans, jaw clenching, then relaxing again with a needier sound ] Fuck me harder, c'mon.
Jerk, ( Peter laughs, (laughs! he's proving Nancy's point), before her nails knick at that pressure point in his neck. the spot his senses like to sizzle, good or bad or anything inbetween. it does something to him when she touches him there. somehow it's like the calming lull of a kitten getting scruffed and all of his senses and nerves firing off wildly at once. it's weird how it can be both. maybe the point is it is good, even if it makes him shiver at the sensation, stalled out mid thrust as his body is over stimulated in the best sort of ways. needs a moment to recover, because suddenly he's lost in skin and sweat and the way she looks with heavy lowered lids and the heady demand, fuck me harder, ricocheting around in his ears.
slow is nice. he likes slow, sometimes. like when they were watching some movie and they forgot the watching part, because her hand ended up in his pants and then she's riding him, fingers tight in his hair as she grinds. or when he's still sore from getting thrown through a brick wall a couple days prior and even though he looks better, more or less, slow is still all he can manage but he still wants her. needs her, maybe. slow is good when it is less about clawing, needy, demanding desire. slow isn't an I need it sort of thing.
and the instinctual way her body arcs and rocks to meet him, the way her arms and hands keep tightening on any part of him she can reach, how her skin is so hot — it's not just Nancy, either. the way his cock feels heavy and aching, and they've barely started, is a sign too. this isn't a take it slow sort of situation. and even if Peter does like being a punk about as much as Nancy likes being a brat, there's only so long he can keep it up when he wants more than low and slow, too.
it took some... time. to try fast, to try hard. being strong enough to lift a city bus, it does make the idea of losing control a little intimidating. terrifying, even. a lot more so, when he's felt the consequences of what his super strength could really do to someone. it took awhile, to try again. in all sorts of ways. and when they finally were there, it made Nancy a complete monster. she doesn't realize exactly how much practice she's given him, in finding the right balance of getting lost in the sensation and finding an anchor in the way Nancy responds to him and fucks back against him. bucking and demanding. it always takes him a moment, to find his bearings. but Nancy will know she got her way when he spreads her thighs open to sit up and grip her there.
the first thrust is the last he can manage slow and excruciating. because he needs more, just like she needs more. that satisfying smack of their bodies coming together, the feeling of her in his bones. ) Like that? ( he pants, and god, if he had all of his brain cells working right now, he'd feel like such a cheesy cliche. what a dumb thing to say, and he already said it once! but he can't think of anything else and slowing down to figure it out would require slowing down, and now that he's started to pump into her, harder and faster; he's not stopping until both of them can't take any more. )
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[ look, nancy isn't thinking very clearly either, so she's sure that he's talking about how he's letting her feel all of him like that, and not the pace. her eyes fall shut when he starts to move, because it does feel good, it feels really good. perfect, when he bottoms out again. the way his hand fits over her hip, the slow slide of him, the deep stretch as he pushes in. she isn't rushing to touch him everywhere, all at once, but her hands move to his shoulders to slide down his arms then back up, one settling on the back of his neck while the other traces along his collar bone. she closes her eyes to focus on it, on everything.
and then, after four or five thrusts she realizes he isn't speeding up from that very deliberately unhurried pace. at all.
the corner of her mouth quirks up before she opens her eyes to look up at him again, because he's so damn annoying, but she so far gone that she's still so damned charmed by it. or something. mildly amused, even as she tries to rock her hips up, against the weight of his hand on her hip, bracing himself. fuck.
but it's fine, if he's going to be a jerk, then she can be a brat. even if the most she can manage at the moment is slowly tightening her grip on the back of his neck, enough to have her short nails digging into that spot that makes him go a little crazy when she presses kisses there. and, okay, she's picked up on the fact that his neck is sensitive in a lot of places, she hasn't pinned down a super secret little spot here, but that's not the point! she bumps her heels on the back of his thighs, pouting ]
Peter. [ her tone is bright, a tiny bit amused and a lotta bit turned on, which undermines that pout, but she can't help it. he's not fucking her exactly the way she told him to, but his alternative isn't terrible. so, so far from it, actually. he feels so good, and looks so good, and she wants-! him! to give her! what she asked for! the way she asked for it! damnit! but she's not too proud to try and hide how this is doing it for her, too. her eyelids start to drop as she pants against his lips, but she keeps watching him, doesn't let them close. ..not until he rocks his hips into her a little harder when his body's already pressed flush to hers, like he's trying to fuck her even deeper. ] Fuuuck, oh my god, you're such a jerk. [ she groans, jaw clenching, then relaxing again with a needier sound ] Fuck me harder, c'mon.
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slow is nice. he likes slow, sometimes. like when they were watching some movie and they forgot the watching part, because her hand ended up in his pants and then she's riding him, fingers tight in his hair as she grinds. or when he's still sore from getting thrown through a brick wall a couple days prior and even though he looks better, more or less, slow is still all he can manage but he still wants her. needs her, maybe. slow is good when it is less about clawing, needy, demanding desire. slow isn't an I need it sort of thing.
and the instinctual way her body arcs and rocks to meet him, the way her arms and hands keep tightening on any part of him she can reach, how her skin is so hot — it's not just Nancy, either. the way his cock feels heavy and aching, and they've barely started, is a sign too. this isn't a take it slow sort of situation. and even if Peter does like being a punk about as much as Nancy likes being a brat, there's only so long he can keep it up when he wants more than low and slow, too.
it took some... time. to try fast, to try hard. being strong enough to lift a city bus, it does make the idea of losing control a little intimidating. terrifying, even. a lot more so, when he's felt the consequences of what his super strength could really do to someone. it took awhile, to try again. in all sorts of ways. and when they finally were there, it made Nancy a complete monster. she doesn't realize exactly how much practice she's given him, in finding the right balance of getting lost in the sensation and finding an anchor in the way Nancy responds to him and fucks back against him. bucking and demanding. it always takes him a moment, to find his bearings. but Nancy will know she got her way when he spreads her thighs open to sit up and grip her there.
the first thrust is the last he can manage slow and excruciating. because he needs more, just like she needs more. that satisfying smack of their bodies coming together, the feeling of her in his bones. ) Like that? ( he pants, and god, if he had all of his brain cells working right now, he'd feel like such a cheesy cliche. what a dumb thing to say, and he already said it once! but he can't think of anything else and slowing down to figure it out would require slowing down, and now that he's started to pump into her, harder and faster; he's not stopping until both of them can't take any more. )