[So. Not after a gentle lovemaking session, not that this is anywhere close, but good to know. Fine, too, considering this is born out of too drunk a text and some burning curiosity. While he wouldn't like to treat Ororo like one of his past usual one-night stands, that doesn't also mean she can't get everything she wants. At least he'll try.]
Don't worry, my knees have seen worse. [Thinking to take mild though teasing offense to the thought that he can't handle a little time on the floor. And, sure, it's true. He's not as young as he used to be and maybe the enhanced group and take it a little better. But that's never stopped him from anything. Especially not getting what he wants, too.
When she starts getting nude the rest of the way, he feels the heat and momentum, and he only stands back as much is necessary while she's busy. But he takes direction well- for once- and she doesn't have to ask a second time for him to help her slip all the way out of her suit and for him to carelessly throw it behind him. And while that leaves them woefully mismatched, and he should start shedding clothes at some point, this is not about that yet.
Instead he leans back in, hands at her hips, pulling her flush to him while he plants his mouth at the side of her neck again. His bites are a little rougher, sucking softly still though where marks might be visible, but the pressure ramps up further and further downward. At the juncture of her neck and shoulder he nips with his teeth, soothes with his tongue, and presses his lips and tongue down, this time with a little less care for what he leaves behind visibly.]
Any other requests- while I'm still listening? [Asking in a honeyed murmur against her collarbone while he's still sinking. Making his way where he wants to be, but stopping to admire the view never hurt anyone. Especially not as he closes his lips over a nipple with a gentle suction, testing the waters there, and then drags the flat of his tongue over. The hand at her hip clutches her just a little harder, pulling her into an upward rock of his hips, the friction there hot and welcome, with a little heated spill of breath falling against her chest.]
[The rougher bites have her making a little noise of approval, and when she feels him purposefully leaving a mark or two, she chuckles quietly - until the teeth press hard enough to make her breath hitch. Yes, he's on the right track.
He might not be surprised to see her so comfortable in the nude - largely unashamed and eager to be without clothes, regardless of whether or not her partner follows suit.]
[She will still ask, though, because that's another thing she's curious about. One of her hands travels restlessly across shoulders, over his shirt, down his body, to slip under and feel the skin beneath.]
Will you undress for me?
[Her fingers seem to leave a trail of gentle static in their wake as she coasts them across what she can reach of his belly. Just a tickle, nothing to worry about. Not yet, anyway, as the mouth on her breast makes her struggle to meet the rock of his hips. It makes her gasp, instead, and somewhere far away there's a distant roll of thunder.]
[That would be an inevitable consequence of trying to get frisky and intimate, wouldn't it. Getting naked. And not just her. Something he used to have no problem with, pictures and videos of him still around from his wild youthful years where he is absolutely not ashamed at all of being caught in the nude. Shame isn't what it is now, either. And luckily he has enough liquid courage to grease the wheels and make him forget any sense of hesitancy.
What also helps is that tingly little feeling everywhere her hands touch. He wouldn't mind more of that. And the fact that it sounds like it's about to rain. Is that her? Before he can ask that he instead focuses on the request she's made, which puts him away from her for a moment as he stands at full height and then reaches back to pull his shirt up and then off, tossing it who knows or cares where in the lab.
She's a fighter, just like him, but he's not enhanced or powered or lucky in life in that regard. When he goes into battle he often comes away with reminders. None as prominent as the patchwork netting of scars that sit in the center of his chest where the Arc Reactor used to be. The thing that kept him alive for so long, and at various times also the thing trying to kill him. It's not something he shows off so readily anymore, often feeling more comfortable under multiple layers but.
Who cares right now.
His hands caress up the length of her thighs and further to her hips, pulling her close again. Defined muscle at least worth being shown off for this, usually hidden underneath those aforementioned layers. Not really what a lot of people expect out of the guy who doesn't leave his lab a lot, but piloting the suit is a physically demanding thing, and he can't fall behind the others.]
Undress all the way? Not that I'm opposed. [He tips in to start mouthing more of those bites that got the better reactions from her at the base of her neck and the crook of her shoulder.] Just thought I'd- make it doubly worth your while- first- [Words falling between more kisses and nips along her collarbone and again on his way further down. It's her other breast he pays attention to this time, a drag of his tongue across, a less than light suction. Clearly on his way down unless she makes another request.]
[There he is. The scars don't faze her, she has a collection of her own as she doesn't possess a healing factor. None as vivid as those over his heart, which she'll pass her fingers over, but only briefly. A little because she doesn't want to call attention to it - but also because he's distracting her with hands on her thighs, her hips.]
[She half smiles at him as he comes close, steals a short kiss for however long he lingers near until he's trailing kisses lower again. Nothing for her to complain about, of course, as he's likely figured out by now. She prefers it rough. Tenderness can wait for if they ever do this again. For something that isn't fueled by Stark's alcohol.]
[Still, at his words, Ororo laughs quietly, running hands over his bare shoulders, down his arms. Her fingers tangle into his hair to press him to her breast when he pauses.]
This is fine, for now. I would assume that it might be wise to keep your pants on, when you're on your knees for me.
[To that end, she nudges him down further, and her hips follow along so she can sit closer to the edge of the work station surface. Is it cold? She doesn't notice. Give her a few more moments and she'll unintentionally mentally wrestle with whatever environmental control he has set up in here. When she gets into it, the humidity around her tends to spike.]
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Don't worry, my knees have seen worse. [Thinking to take mild though teasing offense to the thought that he can't handle a little time on the floor. And, sure, it's true. He's not as young as he used to be and maybe the enhanced group and take it a little better. But that's never stopped him from anything. Especially not getting what he wants, too.
When she starts getting nude the rest of the way, he feels the heat and momentum, and he only stands back as much is necessary while she's busy. But he takes direction well- for once- and she doesn't have to ask a second time for him to help her slip all the way out of her suit and for him to carelessly throw it behind him. And while that leaves them woefully mismatched, and he should start shedding clothes at some point, this is not about that yet.
Instead he leans back in, hands at her hips, pulling her flush to him while he plants his mouth at the side of her neck again. His bites are a little rougher, sucking softly still though where marks might be visible, but the pressure ramps up further and further downward. At the juncture of her neck and shoulder he nips with his teeth, soothes with his tongue, and presses his lips and tongue down, this time with a little less care for what he leaves behind visibly.]
Any other requests- while I'm still listening? [Asking in a honeyed murmur against her collarbone while he's still sinking. Making his way where he wants to be, but stopping to admire the view never hurt anyone. Especially not as he closes his lips over a nipple with a gentle suction, testing the waters there, and then drags the flat of his tongue over. The hand at her hip clutches her just a little harder, pulling her into an upward rock of his hips, the friction there hot and welcome, with a little heated spill of breath falling against her chest.]
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He might not be surprised to see her so comfortable in the nude - largely unashamed and eager to be without clothes, regardless of whether or not her partner follows suit.]
[She will still ask, though, because that's another thing she's curious about. One of her hands travels restlessly across shoulders, over his shirt, down his body, to slip under and feel the skin beneath.]
Will you undress for me?
[Her fingers seem to leave a trail of gentle static in their wake as she coasts them across what she can reach of his belly. Just a tickle, nothing to worry about. Not yet, anyway, as the mouth on her breast makes her struggle to meet the rock of his hips. It makes her gasp, instead, and somewhere far away there's a distant roll of thunder.]
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What also helps is that tingly little feeling everywhere her hands touch. He wouldn't mind more of that. And the fact that it sounds like it's about to rain. Is that her? Before he can ask that he instead focuses on the request she's made, which puts him away from her for a moment as he stands at full height and then reaches back to pull his shirt up and then off, tossing it who knows or cares where in the lab.
She's a fighter, just like him, but he's not enhanced or powered or lucky in life in that regard. When he goes into battle he often comes away with reminders. None as prominent as the patchwork netting of scars that sit in the center of his chest where the Arc Reactor used to be. The thing that kept him alive for so long, and at various times also the thing trying to kill him. It's not something he shows off so readily anymore, often feeling more comfortable under multiple layers but.
Who cares right now.
His hands caress up the length of her thighs and further to her hips, pulling her close again. Defined muscle at least worth being shown off for this, usually hidden underneath those aforementioned layers. Not really what a lot of people expect out of the guy who doesn't leave his lab a lot, but piloting the suit is a physically demanding thing, and he can't fall behind the others.]
Undress all the way? Not that I'm opposed. [He tips in to start mouthing more of those bites that got the better reactions from her at the base of her neck and the crook of her shoulder.] Just thought I'd- make it doubly worth your while- first- [Words falling between more kisses and nips along her collarbone and again on his way further down. It's her other breast he pays attention to this time, a drag of his tongue across, a less than light suction. Clearly on his way down unless she makes another request.]
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[She half smiles at him as he comes close, steals a short kiss for however long he lingers near until he's trailing kisses lower again. Nothing for her to complain about, of course, as he's likely figured out by now. She prefers it rough. Tenderness can wait for if they ever do this again. For something that isn't fueled by Stark's alcohol.]
[Still, at his words, Ororo laughs quietly, running hands over his bare shoulders, down his arms. Her fingers tangle into his hair to press him to her breast when he pauses.]
This is fine, for now. I would assume that it might be wise to keep your pants on, when you're on your knees for me.
[To that end, she nudges him down further, and her hips follow along so she can sit closer to the edge of the work station surface. Is it cold? She doesn't notice. Give her a few more moments and she'll unintentionally mentally wrestle with whatever environmental control he has set up in here. When she gets into it, the humidity around her tends to spike.]