Scootaloo is not a chicken (notachicken) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-03-21 19:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, eponine thenardier, scootaloo |
“What do you have in mind, my angel?”
Who: Scootaloo and Éponine Thénardier
What: Uh. Inappropriateness. On a massive scale.
When: After these texts
Where: Haruka and Michiru’s place where he stays.
Rating: NC-17. Most definitely. Éponine has an oral fixation, Scoot is terrible.
Status:Complete!
This shouldn’t have been so exciting. For all that Éponine had said to Gavroche about not rushing things, this... didn’t feel like rushing in the slightest. It felt like something completely natural, the way things were meant to be.
She’d made her excuses to Gavroche and set off almost immediately after she’d sent that last text, picking up a few things that’d probably come in handy. She didn’t know if she’d end up spending the night or not, but it was a possibility, especially since he’d spent the night at their flat just a day before.
She let herself in, quietly as she could, before making her way to his bedroom, knocking lightly on the door. “You in there?”
“Yeah!” He called out, laying there with his boxers on, the binder, and just a wife beater. The packer he had tucked in such a way the the head of it was just sticking up between his stomach and the stretchy hem of his boxer. “You had me waiting.. I’ve not jacked off yet though... Wanted you here for that.” And why yes he’s using the packer that has the ‘coming’ capabilities. This one even had three separate slots of the inserts! And he got it cheesecake flavour! Her fave. You know, just in case.
This was going to be interesting, wasn’t it? Éponine let herself into his room, making damn well sure to shut the door behind her. The last thing they needed was to be interrupted... “I’m surprised you were so patient... looks like you’re painfully hard.”
Pushed himself up and nodded. “Yeah... It aches and throbs so badly. I need you...” And he’s saying that as romantically and sweet as he can. There’s lust behind his eyes, yes, but he does not want it coming off as any perverted man she’d had ever in her past. He was different, dammit!
Like he could ever come across like that. Éponine knew him well enough to know that he could never be like some of the scum she’d slept with over the years... she came over to the bed, having dropped her bag near the doorway. She could get stuff from it later, if she needed it. “You have me. Any way you want me.”
Sure, she had a personal preference for what she’d like to do, but she wouldn’t force that on him.
Scoot gently shook his head. “No. We decide together... but first.” Pulled her down for a kiss, brushing his fingers through her hair and angled her in such a way that her hand brushed against him and where the packer was. And it helped. Dear God did it ever help.
The fingers through her hair made Éponine let out a contented little noise, instinctively pressing just a little closer to him as she responded to the kiss. She pressed a little firmer against him, just to try and help it feel better for him... maybe he wouldn’t be so hard to convince. You never knew
He groaned and brushed his hands down her sides. If she needed him to treat her the way he did the other day, he’d be totally okay with that. Her comfort came first after all. Even if the desire to just have her do everything and anything with him now that they had this thing was growing steadily larger.
When she pulled away, Éponine bit her lip, trying to think of how best to phrase this. Was there an easy way? Probably not. It wasn’t like she could just say ‘I want to vent my oral fixation on you’ and get away with it. “I... want to do something to you. Something I haven’t had the chance to yet.”
“Go on... I trust you. You know where to touch and where not to touch me so...” He shrugged and looked up to her. “What do you have in mind, my angel?”
He’d seriously not figured it out? Well, he was pretty new to this whole thing, so Éponine wasn’t too surprised. “I want to give you head.”
And his cheeks may have turned the brightest pink they ever had. “I... Well..uh..” Coughed and reached down to discreetly shift the packer the way it was to stick straight up, trying to allude to an answer without having to say.
Well, that more than worked as an answer. Éponine smirked and moved to kiss him, keeping it fairly brief, before shifting to a more suitable position for... well, this sort of thing. “Try not to look away. I wouldn’t want you to miss anything.”
With that, she moved to slowly trail her tongue along the underside, wrapping a hand around the base and pressing back firmly when she took just the tip into her mouth. Just because he wasn’t a usual sort of guy didn’t mean her experience meant nothing.
And staring at that may have made his entire brain explode into tiny little pieces, reaching a hand down to take hold of some of her hair. “Oh fuck...” Part of him was starting to believe this was a dream. A very awesome and sexy dream.
Definitely, definitely not a dream. Éponine could tell him that much. The hand in her hair made her moan, just a little, and start to take him in that little bit deeper, trying to set a fairly decent pace and making damned sure to press back firmer against him whenever she took him in. She wanted this to be good for him. If not beyond that.
“Ah... Fu-fucking hell. Éponine!” Gritted his teeth and his eyes rolled back briefly before looking back down to stare as her mouth enveloped it. For a moment it was his flesh, his cock, and somewhere inside his brain he could feel a little and he jerked his hips up.
Éponine was going to find that damned angle that worked if it killed her. She pressed back firmer, switching up the angle just slightly, and took him in deeper. It was times like this where she could honestly be glad she’d been forced to train out her gag reflex.
Seeing her go that far down made him moan and jerk his hips up further. “Oh god. fucking...Shit...” Breathing heavily, unable to help digging his nails slightly into her scalp. She was too fucking good at this, and he wasn’t going to question it.
Getting him to swear this much was clearly a good sign! Just to be the tiniest bit evil, Éponine pulled off him, unable to keep herself from smirking. “So... does this mean you’re enjoying yourself?”
Scoot let out a frustrated noise and dared to try and push her back down, holding her hair and jerking his hips up. “C-c-come on. Please. Don’t stop...” This woman was going to be the death of him, and he’d love every minute of it.
Men. Honestly. Éponine rolled her eyes and took him back into her mouth, a little deeper than before. Might as well make him feel as good as possible, right?
“Much better...” That’s not said badly, but gently. And just an obvious token that goddamn, it felt and looks good. “I’m going to.... you’re going to make me come...” Scoot moved down to the side of where the packer was attached, a button that would shoot it out much like a few common strap-ons that had the same ability.
Hopefully, he meant that in an actual way, rather than just him setting off... whatever this thing did. Éponine had her suspicions! She pressed firmer back against him, taking him in deeper, moving faster and rougher still.
Of course he meant in the actual sense! It took only a few more times of her going down before he came with a rough moan of her name and was barely aware enough to push said button to shoot the first of three sets into her mouth. He really hoped she didn’t mind. He collapsed back, gasping and tried to make end of which way was up.
It was unexpected, a little, but she’d suspected! Éponine made a point of swallowing, more than mildly amused by the taste, before pulling off with a smirk. “I guess this means you more than approve?”
He’d done the taste on purpose, dammit. It was something he knew she liked! When he was able to make a complete sentence he groaned. “Yeah.... though I think I’d like something else a little more...”
He was so subtle! Éponine couldn’t help but laugh. “I think I can imagine what you mean...” Really, it wasn’t like there were many options!
Scoot moved over and gently pulled her onto his lap, her legs wrapped around his waist and he pushed her back against the bed, kissing her as passionately as he could really. He intertwined their fingers on one hand, just as a sort of way to help keep her grounded that he was doing this out of lo-... kindness and affection for her and not any way that would cause her harm.
That was definitely a good way to keep Éponine grounded in reality. With this, it’d be all too easy for her to tune out entirely - it was how she’d gone about things in the past, and it was something she really didn’t want to carry on with. She responded to the kiss as passionately as she dared, instinctively tangling her free hand into his hair.
Anything to keep him close, really. She liked this contact.
The hand in his hair made him let out a contented sigh and push his hips closer to her. He groaned when it pushed up the right way to brush against his clit and he broke the kiss to look into her eyes. “Éponine... no one’s ever gotten me so hard before...” It was true! For more than one reason.
Éponine could honestly think of a few of those reasons, but she wasn’t going to bring any of them up. Now wasn’t the time. “Nobody’s ever had a chance to know you like I do... I’m lucky to have you.”
“I’m lucky to have you... Éponine... May I please make love to you?” Saying he wanted to fuck her was not something he figured would go over well. So he worded it as he did. The naughty talk could come for when she was more comfortable and less likely for it to trigger her.
It wouldn’t have gone over fantastically well, but Éponine would’ve been able to take it. She’d heard far, far worse over the years... “I’d... like that.”
“Do you want me to undress you or...” Bit his lip, wanting to do things properly for her.
Éponine bit her lip, thinking this over for a moment. Much as she wanted to trust him, wanted to let him... she couldn’t ignore that part of her mind that was scared to. “Let me do this. I... think you’ll like what you see.”
Especially since he’d mentioned that he liked how red looked on her.
Scoot nodded and kissed her cheek gently. “As you wish, you are in control of how far we take this tonight.” With that he moved back to lean against the pillows and headboard of his bed.
Éponine was set on taking this as far as he was comfortable with. She wanted him, dammit, and she was going to make sure they managed something... first things first, she just pulled her shirt off, setting it aside. She wanted his reaction before she did anything more!
And there went his brain. And his jaw dropping. “Oh... wow.” She was gorgeous and he was lucky. And staring. How was her waist that small with her chest like that? Any of the girls he’d known would kill for a body like hers.
Let it be said that Éponine didn’t mind him staring at all. Especially since it was pretty much a massive, massive compliment... “Don’t tell me I’ve already broken your brain. I was looking forward to doing that later!”
“Not entirely... you’re just so.. So gorgeous. It’s insane...” He wanted to just tackle her and ravage every inch of her body. But he’d keep control. For her sake dammit. For now, and for effect, he’d simply reach down to stroke at the still slightly slick from the lube mixture and saliva packer to simulate jacking off to just the sight of her,
Éponine rolled her eyes. Men. Still, she could take it as a compliment... she slipped her pants off, again dropping them to one side. “At least I know you approve. Never seen a man get so hard again so quickly.”
“You’re just that gorgeous...” He continued stroking and just sighed. “Before we start... Condoms or...?” He had to know. Sure Scoot would like to come inside, but he wanted the illusion of being male.
Helping him feel more masculine was the most important thing to Éponine right now. She’d be a pretty terrible girlfriend if she didn’t help him with his... issues. “Best to be safe. Much as I like you, I don’t think we’re exactly in the right place to ‘accidentally’ become parents.”
“Do you trust me?” He asked and stopped stroking, moving onto his knees.
“...More than anything.” It took a lot to admit that. She wasn’t usually given to trusting people quite so easily.
That being said he had one more question. “Do you want this?”
Another pause. Éponine nodded. “I can’t think of a single reason why not...”
“I take that as consent...But. Is this a yes?” He needed to know. There were reasons. Only happened once, but still a reason.
“Definitely a yes.” Even though Éponine didn’t know his reasons for wanting that so specifically, she could assume. She wouldn’t ask, though, simply because... well, it wasn’t her way.
With that yes being said he pulled her down and pinned her to the bed, biting roughly at her neck and pushed his knee between her legs. He was desperate, passionate, wanting so badly to be inside her. His touch was gentle, but had a firmness to it as he ran fingers down her chest and took hold of each breast. He breathed against her neck. “I need you...”
Éponine couldn’t help a low moan, her back arching into his touch. God, this man... she’d never wanted anyone quite as much, never needed anyone with such intensity. “You have me... in any way you want. I’m all yours.”
“I don’t want you leaving this bed... I want to show you things can be good...”Gently bit down at her neck, a little lower this time and reached down to cup her with his hand, trying hard to ignore how uncomfortable the desire to just start humping her was getting.
She wouldn’t have blamed him if he’d given in to that desire. The bite earned another low moan, her hips rising just slightly against his touch. Considering she was likely more than ready for this, maybe he wouldn’t drag things out...
...Then again, he’d been evil enough when he’d gone down on her. She had no idea how she'd survived almost a solid hour of being teased.
He wasn’t, he couldn’t. He needed this far too much. Scoot reached back and pulled out a condom and slipped it onto the packer before lubing it up. That done her only slipped her breasts free by pulling the straps down and moving it all around her ribs. He captured a nipple in his mouth and pulled and tugged off the panties and tossed them... Somewhere. He wasn’t paying attention. He felt to check and seeing how wet she was he moaned and pulled away only so that he could take hold of the packer and reach back to tighten the straps to it to dig in and make sure he had control. “Éponine ...” He trailed off as he slowly brushed the head of the packer up and down her slit before pushing rather quickly into her. He can’t help it okay, seeing it go so quickly inside was hot!
Like Éponine was really paying attention either. They’d figure out wherever the hell clothes had gotten to when they were less... needy. She couldn’t help a rough moan as he entered her, hips jerking up against him just slightly. “God, you’re so big...”’
Once he was fully in he moaned and pushed both his hands above her shoulders and began moving his hips to fuck in her at a decent pace. Not too fast, not too hard. Just enough for her to get used to him being inside her.
Éponine could adapt quickly, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t thankful for it. She tipped her head back, lightly digging her nails into his shoulders in an attempt to spur him on at least a little... it was allowed, right? He was good!
“Does it feel good....” He’s allowed to doubt abilities he’s never tried before. He went faster, harder. Trying to angle it the perfect way for her pleasure. Damn his own. Her pleasure came before all of this, all of what he needed.
It was probably a good thing that Éponine mostly had his pleasure in mind, rather than her own. True, it was at least partially a hold-over from certain things she’d had to do, but... it was allowed in this case. “It feels... incredible.”
She rocked her hips up against him, trying to get that movement just right. There was no way in hell she was doing this if he couldn’t enjoy it too.
He groaned and went even harder, biting down at her neck and pinching at her nipples. There was something in the back of his mind that made him say this next. He breathed against her ear, nibbling gently before speaking. “You’re so amazing... I will never let anyone hurt you...” Sure, might seem odd for during sex but he felt he needed to say it because he went a little rougher.
When she managed to find the right angle, the one that put just enough pressure against places he shuddered and his arms may almost have given out. The evil bitch.
He was loving it, Éponine knew that much - he could call her evil all he wanted, and she wouldn’t care in the slightest. All of that combined earned him a much louder moan, and her digging her nails into his shoulders a fair bit rougher. “God, yes... fuck me...”
That she could say that, without a second thought, just proved how into this she was, really.
That simply spurred him on into faster and harder thrusts in, biting down at just above her collarbone and reached one hand down to take a firm hold at her hips. He pulled her roughly down with each firm thrust into her, grunting and moaning as he went all the harder. He was lost in it, and if only for a few seconds at a time he was… fully male. Just making lo-… Having sex with his girlfriend. Having a penis and being in the right body. And that just turned him on even more. Making him go as hard and as fast as he could.
Oh sweet Jesus. The look on his face... that alone would’ve driven Éponine mad, but combined with everything else - the biting, his hand on her hips, the way he was getting so very determined with this... maddening would’ve been the biggest understatement of the millennium.
Her moans were steadily getting louder, just the slightest bit more feminine, and it was taking a lot of willpower not to just yank him down into a kiss. Wouldn’t do to throw him off his stride.
Scoot rolled his eyes back and went as fast as he could go, his breathing heavy and before long he managed to force her lips into a kiss against his. He’s close. Insanely so. But like hell is he going to come first. At very least he wanted her to come first. At the same time would be having his druthers. But that was besides the point.
It was probably a damned good thing that he’d already gotten to Éponine so much. Giving him head had turned her on more than she’d thought it would, and this... well, expecting her to last out too long would’ve been expecting too much.
Much as she tried to respond as best she could to the kiss, it wasn’t much longer at all until he managed to get her over the edge. What would’ve been a scream was muffled to an almost growl of his name, her hips roughly jerking up against him.
And he wasn’t too far after her! He managed a few more rough thrusts inside before moaning out into the kiss and hell. He wanted to keep going, but for the illusion he had to stop. He broke the kiss and looked down to see the state he had her in.
Really, if he wanted to keep going, Éponine was in no state to refuse. “Fucking hell...” She’d thought his mouth and fingers had been talented, but this thing... goddamn.
Scoot smirked and kissed her. The rest of the evening and into the morning being nothing but endless passion and trying as many positions as they could think of. Along with using the laptop to research a few more.