i never really have much to say in these things. less talk, more action — insert other clichés here, et cetera. go ahead. try me. we'll see what happens.
( there's a breath of laughter at his little greeting, palm rubbing against his jeans with a slow rhythm, fingers curling around his thigh every now and again. sara attempts to sound serious when she speaks again, though she doesn't quite succeed, a smile coloring her words. )
You better be.
( with that, she takes it upon herself to (begrudgingly) remove herself from steve's lap; instead, she sinks down to her knees, slotting in perfectly between his own. ) I think you're really gonna like this one, Steve, ( she says with a casual air as she moves, gaze fixated up at his face as her fingers deftly undo the button of his jeans, pull the zipper down. ) Hips — ( a directive, so her fingers can curl into the waistband of his jeans, his underwear, so she can tug them down, let them pool at his ankles.
sara's not wasting any time here — both lessons are pretty vital for steve to learn. )
[ He's not the happiest of campers when she gets off his lap. He's not sure where she's going, but she doesn't go far after a beat. She sinks down to her knees between his and Steve looks a little surprised. Leave it to Sara Lance to continuously surprise Steve. She catches him off guard constantly. Especially with this. It occurs to him while watching her that he's holding his breath. He's not sure why, but somehow it winds up happening. Steve's gaze stays on her. When he does blink it feels like he hasn't in ages.
But when she goes to undo the button of his jeans he gets a clue. He's not a virgin anymore, but even before all of that he wasn't virginal. He was just a little inexperienced. But not clueless. Steve cocks a brow when his zipper goes down. She gives him an order and he does as she says. His hips lift from the couch and down comes everything. A chill hits his thighs, but that's fine. Because the moment he looks at Sara he feels himself heat up once more. ]
Quick learner, ( sara says with a smirk completely plastered across her face, gaze sweeping lower for a moment so she can appreciate the fruits of her labor.
with a low, pleased hum, her fingers curl around his cock, stroking him nice and slow so she can get him started. her tongue wets her lower lip and she meets his gaze again, eager to watch each and every reaction he has, no matter how big or small. ) Wonder if you've guessed what the next one is, too.
( it's certainly a thought she wants to percolate in steve's head for a little bit, but not one that sara's personally dwelling on right now. no, instead, her hand stays firm around the base, leaning her head in closer as the flat of her tongue drags along the length of him as she feels him react beneath her tongue, flicking up underneath the head, hand stroking him again; she's determined to get him so hard that he can hardly handle it anymore, can hardly even think about anything except her mouth. )
[ He opens his mouth to agree, but nothing seems to come out that resembles words. Just a long groan and Steve resisting the urge to buck up into her hand. Which seems to have found a nice grip around him. She doesn't hesitate or let it linger. Instead she strokes him and he relaxes into the sofa underneath him. He really wasn't angling for this when he invited her over, but he can't say he's upset. Because maybe he can be a little selfish here for once. He can let himself just sort of relax and not have to think about much. Just these moments.
Steve's barely focusing, but when she makes eye contact with him it's like being under the gaze of the sun. He feels like he's melting a little. His body trying to make sense of everything that's rolling through him. Hilariously enough Steve hasn't guessed the next one. He's too busy focusing on the first lesson and how nice it felt. But Sara's never one to not surprise. She's fairly good at them he'd say. So, he's certainly surprise when he sees her leaning in and her tongue licks over the length of him.
The groan that leaves Steve is definitely louder and more ragged. His body tense for a moment before relaxing. His hand grabs the cushion below and it squeezes. His mouth dropping open and heavy breaths escaping. ] Jesus, Sara. [ As a nice catholic boy you might not think that Steve would say such a thing, but he's never been that traditional.
She's definitely doing a bang up job of making him think of nothing else except her. ]
( were it not for the devilish hint that colors it, the smile that spreads across sara's cheeks might come across as a little innocent. the way he all but groans her name, carried from his mouth like a plea or a prayer, is unbelievably satisfying, the way those strong hands of his curl into the cushion beneath him. )
I like when you say my name like that, ( sara comments, words still evenly measured and nonchalant despite the pleasant, nagging heat that twists inside of her.
she likes teasing him, especially knowing that somehow — somehow, some way, unbeknownst to sara — he's never been on the receiving end of a blowjob, so she's pretty damn inspired to make it a good one. she's sure he's conjured up in his head how this is all going to go down, so maybe she'll be nice just this once, try not to prolong his suffering too much by making him wait.
no, sara scoots forward as close to the chair as she can, smooth leather pressed against her thighs, and she sits up on her knees, tosses her hair over one shoulder so it's out of her damn way. in one fluid motion, a hand presses against his thigh to steady herself as she leans down to take his cock in her mouth, practically salivating around him as her tongue grazes over his length again, humming her pleasure low in her throat.
[ It's definitely close to a prayer. A prayer to Sara Lance and the way she teases him. She comments on how she likes when he says her name and all he can manage for her is a smile. Wide and bright. Because he knows he'll be saying her name a lot if she carries on like this. She'll drive Steve crazy. Not that she hasn't already started that. He's certainly feeling frazzled and completely frayed at the ends by her. Just looking at her down there and the way she's smiling at him. It makes Steve's whole body feel like it's alive.
She's not wrong though. He's not been on the receiving end of one of these. Definitely not on the giving end. It's strange to say the least. Having a woman nestled so snugly between her your legs. Knowing exactly what's to come. He's also more than aware how vulnerable of a position it is for both parties. That isn't lost on him. He's fairly in touch with his feelings and how other people might be feeling. It doesn't escape him that Sara is putting a part of herself on the line here like this. It actually makes him smile more.
But he watches her scoot closer. His body on edge as he waits. She seems to ready herself and get into a more comfortable position. Before he can even process a thought her mouth wraps around him and Steve tips his head back. A strangled sound at first before he finds his voice. This time a louder groan as he says her name again. He's definitely praying at the altar of Sara Lance right now. ]
except sara certainly doesn't want to kill steve rogers, with his charming good looks, polite attitude, and a body that she wants to explore every damn inch of with her mouth. oh, and she can't forget his dramatics, which might be enough to make her laugh if she didn't have the head of his cock nearing her throat.
after bobbing her head up and down around him a few times, she releases him with a satisfying pop as the head passes her lips. sara's gaze flickers up to meet steve's again, tongue lapping at the length of him again once, twice, and she comments, feigned placidity where there should probably be a shit-eating grin, ) I don't want to kill you, Steve. ( even if he would, without a shadow of a doubt, know if someone like sara lance wanted to kill him. her lips press tiny pecks against his shaft, linger up towards the head. ) I can stop, if you want.
( which doesn't seem like a possibility, but sara wants to make steve squirm a little bit, maybe wants to hear him ask her for more. )
[ Is it really dramatics though, Sara? Are they really that dramatic? Because he's pretty damn sure that Sara knows exactly what she's capable of when it comes to pleasing someone. Not just a guy. But just about anyone could have a good time with Sara. But maybe Steve's just biased because she's the only woman who has ever been on her knees before him like this. Doing something he really only could imagine when he was a teenage boy back in Brooklyn. Pushed aside for more adult thoughts like war and protecting his country.
She stops after a few moments and Steve feels like he can breathe for a moment. His whole body feels hot to the touch. Blood practically boiling in his veins. How's that for dramatic? But she's not finished with teasing him. Not physically and verbally. His toes are ready to curl right up. That smile coupled with her response is enough to make his stomach do flips. She's a liar. Not kill, but utterly and completely destroy him for whatever woman comes after to lavish him with such attention. That's her goal. ]
I uh--[ He swallows that lump and looks at her. Teeth coming down on his bottom lip. He watches her closely. She looks like an angel and a devil all wrapped in one right now. He nods his head after a beat. ]--keep going. Please don't stop, Sara. [ He said please. ]
( he did say please, which sara probably should've expected, considering his unending polite, gentlemanly ways. even when he's coming undone and unraveling before her very eyes, these things are innate in steve rogers — which is maybe why she's grown to like his company so much.
she also very much likes the desperate drag of teeth against his lower lip, the way her name arounds carried over a shaky breath; how could she not indulge him, when he'd asked so nicely? there's no verbal response, just an amused twitch of her lips into something like a pleased smirk before they wrap around his cock again, head sinking down onto his lap, her grip on his thighs tightening as she keeps him there for a moment, lets him enjoy the sensation of her salivating around him.
sara can't help but start bobbing her head again, up and down with her tongue pressed against the length of his cock, her cheeks hollowing as she takes him, rhythmic and almost a little greedy because god does she want him to come for her like he never has before. )
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You better be.
( with that, she takes it upon herself to (begrudgingly) remove herself from steve's lap; instead, she sinks down to her knees, slotting in perfectly between his own. ) I think you're really gonna like this one, Steve, ( she says with a casual air as she moves, gaze fixated up at his face as her fingers deftly undo the button of his jeans, pull the zipper down. ) Hips — ( a directive, so her fingers can curl into the waistband of his jeans, his underwear, so she can tug them down, let them pool at his ankles.
sara's not wasting any time here — both lessons are pretty vital for steve to learn. )
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But when she goes to undo the button of his jeans he gets a clue. He's not a virgin anymore, but even before all of that he wasn't virginal. He was just a little inexperienced. But not clueless. Steve cocks a brow when his zipper goes down. She gives him an order and he does as she says. His hips lift from the couch and down comes everything. A chill hits his thighs, but that's fine. Because the moment he looks at Sara he feels himself heat up once more. ]
I'm starting to guess what this lesson might be.
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with a low, pleased hum, her fingers curl around his cock, stroking him nice and slow so she can get him started. her tongue wets her lower lip and she meets his gaze again, eager to watch each and every reaction he has, no matter how big or small. ) Wonder if you've guessed what the next one is, too.
( it's certainly a thought she wants to percolate in steve's head for a little bit, but not one that sara's personally dwelling on right now. no, instead, her hand stays firm around the base, leaning her head in closer as the flat of her tongue drags along the length of him as she feels him react beneath her tongue, flicking up underneath the head, hand stroking him again; she's determined to get him so hard that he can hardly handle it anymore, can hardly even think about anything except her mouth. )
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Steve's barely focusing, but when she makes eye contact with him it's like being under the gaze of the sun. He feels like he's melting a little. His body trying to make sense of everything that's rolling through him. Hilariously enough Steve hasn't guessed the next one. He's too busy focusing on the first lesson and how nice it felt. But Sara's never one to not surprise. She's fairly good at them he'd say. So, he's certainly surprise when he sees her leaning in and her tongue licks over the length of him.
The groan that leaves Steve is definitely louder and more ragged. His body tense for a moment before relaxing. His hand grabs the cushion below and it squeezes. His mouth dropping open and heavy breaths escaping. ] Jesus, Sara. [ As a nice catholic boy you might not think that Steve would say such a thing, but he's never been that traditional.
She's definitely doing a bang up job of making him think of nothing else except her. ]
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I like when you say my name like that, ( sara comments, words still evenly measured and nonchalant despite the pleasant, nagging heat that twists inside of her.
she likes teasing him, especially knowing that somehow — somehow, some way, unbeknownst to sara — he's never been on the receiving end of a blowjob, so she's pretty damn inspired to make it a good one. she's sure he's conjured up in his head how this is all going to go down, so maybe she'll be nice just this once, try not to prolong his suffering too much by making him wait.
no, sara scoots forward as close to the chair as she can, smooth leather pressed against her thighs, and she sits up on her knees, tosses her hair over one shoulder so it's out of her damn way. in one fluid motion, a hand presses against his thigh to steady herself as she leans down to take his cock in her mouth, practically salivating around him as her tongue grazes over his length again, humming her pleasure low in her throat.
yeah, she's pretty glad that she came over. )
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She's not wrong though. He's not been on the receiving end of one of these. Definitely not on the giving end. It's strange to say the least. Having a woman nestled so snugly between her your legs. Knowing exactly what's to come. He's also more than aware how vulnerable of a position it is for both parties. That isn't lost on him. He's fairly in touch with his feelings and how other people might be feeling. It doesn't escape him that Sara is putting a part of herself on the line here like this. It actually makes him smile more.
But he watches her scoot closer. His body on edge as he waits. She seems to ready herself and get into a more comfortable position. Before he can even process a thought her mouth wraps around him and Steve tips his head back. A strangled sound at first before he finds his voice. This time a louder groan as he says her name again. He's definitely praying at the altar of Sara Lance right now. ]
Killing me, Sara.
[ But what a way to go. ]
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except sara certainly doesn't want to kill steve rogers, with his charming good looks, polite attitude, and a body that she wants to explore every damn inch of with her mouth. oh, and she can't forget his dramatics, which might be enough to make her laugh if she didn't have the head of his cock nearing her throat.
after bobbing her head up and down around him a few times, she releases him with a satisfying pop as the head passes her lips. sara's gaze flickers up to meet steve's again, tongue lapping at the length of him again once, twice, and she comments, feigned placidity where there should probably be a shit-eating grin, ) I don't want to kill you, Steve. ( even if he would, without a shadow of a doubt, know if someone like sara lance wanted to kill him. her lips press tiny pecks against his shaft, linger up towards the head. ) I can stop, if you want.
( which doesn't seem like a possibility, but sara wants to make steve squirm a little bit, maybe wants to hear him ask her for more. )
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She stops after a few moments and Steve feels like he can breathe for a moment. His whole body feels hot to the touch. Blood practically boiling in his veins. How's that for dramatic? But she's not finished with teasing him. Not physically and verbally. His toes are ready to curl right up. That smile coupled with her response is enough to make his stomach do flips. She's a liar. Not kill, but utterly and completely destroy him for whatever woman comes after to lavish him with such attention. That's her goal. ]
I uh--[ He swallows that lump and looks at her. Teeth coming down on his bottom lip. He watches her closely. She looks like an angel and a devil all wrapped in one right now. He nods his head after a beat. ]--keep going. Please don't stop, Sara. [ He said please. ]
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she also very much likes the desperate drag of teeth against his lower lip, the way her name arounds carried over a shaky breath; how could she not indulge him, when he'd asked so nicely? there's no verbal response, just an amused twitch of her lips into something like a pleased smirk before they wrap around his cock again, head sinking down onto his lap, her grip on his thighs tightening as she keeps him there for a moment, lets him enjoy the sensation of her salivating around him.
sara can't help but start bobbing her head again, up and down with her tongue pressed against the length of his cock, her cheeks hollowing as she takes him, rhythmic and almost a little greedy because god does she want him to come for her like he never has before. )