everymonstrousthing | (no subject)

They were always, he supposes, creatures of habit. In Ketterdam, they had coffee houses and food places they preserved and most evenings that weren't spent at the Crow Club ended together in Kaz's rooms in Per Haskell's house. Her company was always what he preferred, what he sought out. Now, they're living together, without any prior discussion. He has nothing in the apartment downstairs. All of his clothes are here, his books, everything.

Home is wherever she decides to be.

One particular habit that he's developed is that he doesn't go to bed until she's home. He sits and watches television or reads until she's home. Tonight, he's sitting with his feet propped on the sill of an open window, book open across his knees, cigarette between his lips. He's been smoking since just after Jordie died but, here, it's become just another habit.

He smokes. He reads. He waits for his girl to come home.

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the_wraith

She moans again, slides her hands up and down his shoulders and arms. He feel so good under her palms.

Inej is not entirely sure what he's planning, but she's certain that she wants it. "Yes, Kaz. Yes."

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everymonstrousthing

Warm. She's warm. His head spins, a little, but it's not because of her hands on him. It's not because of that at all. Gently, he eases her out of his lap, onto her back on the bed. He leans over her, presses a kiss between her bare breasts, against the scar on her ribs, her belly. His hands are trembling slightly as he hooks his fingers over the waistband of her underwear and starts to roll them down over her thighs, stripping her as naked as he is. When he slips them off over her feet, he drops them on the floor and sits back for a moment so that he can just look at her, so that he can commit this sight to memory.

"Fuck," he breathes, soft and reverent as a prayer. "What does a girl like?" The corner of his mouth lifts in a smile, almost a tease. But she knows he's never done this before and, in that, he's asking her to lead and know he'll follow.

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the_wraith

It's then she goes a little shy. He's always seen her. His eyes on her aren't the problem. Being the center of attention like this, naked and on display, that's the hard part. It's Kaz, it's only Kaz, and she reminds herself of that. But she's still only Inej: slim and small-breasted, no bedroom eyes or silks to charm with.

He breathes that curse with such wonder. She's confused by what he could possibly see.

His shaking hands hadn't escaped her notice. At his question, she takes one of his hands in both of hers, brings his knuckles to her mouth so she can kiss them.

"A girl wants her man to be okay with what they're doing," she says, looking up at him for confirmation or hesitation.

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everymonstrousthing

"Okay?" His cheeks flush with embarrassment and desire. He ducks his head, his hand skimming the length of one thigh. "This is. It's more than okay." He nods, knowing that she's got to be waiting for a repeat performance. "You're so warm and you smell like you and it's...I want this so much, Inej. I want you. That's what I focus on." He smiles, crooked and broken and hers. "But I want...I need this to be good for you." He swallows. "So. Please. Don't worry about me. Just tell me what feels good."

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the_wraith

A weight lifts from her to know that he's okay. He's really okay. Inej reaches up to cup his cheek, trail her thumb across the crooked line of his smile.

Kaz Brekker, all hers. All of his attention on her. It's gratifying, flattering -- her cheeks have gone a little pink at his words -- but the focus is most definitely on her now. So strange, so different. Unnerving.

Licking her lips, she carefully guides one of his hands down to her pussy. She presses two of his fingers onto her clit, rubbing one firm but gentle circle there with them. She watches him carefully -- she's warm and wet and alive, but does Kaz know what to expect?

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everymonstrousthing

Kaz Reitvald might have been slow on the uptake, but Kaz Brekker? Kaz Brekker learns fast. For a moment, he pauses. He hadn't expected, somehow, for her to feel like this - it's wetter than he'd expected, warmer too, but there's no way to mistake her for anything other than utterly alive. He bends his head, presses a kiss against her skin as he starts to touch her, his fingers mimicking the movement that she'd showed him moments before.

He lifts his head, finding himself desperate to watch her face.

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the_wraith

Her breath catches in the back of her throat. This is Kaz, Kaz Brekker, touching her like this, with bare hands, both of them naked as the night is long. It's all too much for a second. And then he moves his fingers, exactly like she showed him, those deft safe-cracking fingers, and suddenly it's not enough at all.

She moans low in the back of her throat, an aching noise. She's wanted this for longer than she cares to admit.

"Like that, Kaz," she breathes. "Slow and just like that."

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everymonstrousthing

Slow, he tells himself. He nods. He could get used to her looking at him like that. His cock is distractingly hard but it isn't about that, not right now. He keeps the movement of fingers slow and steady and careful, every part of his attention focuses on her.

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the_wraith

She tries not to think of a hundred different things. How she should be touching him, she should be moaning louder, she should be saying dirty things, she should be writhing, she should be making this better for him, more worth his while. But it's Kaz, and because it's Kaz she recognizes those thoughts for the tainted things that they are.

She doesn't have to put on a show for him. She will take care of him. Right now she squeezes her breast, rolling a nipple between her fingers, and encourages him to press harder with a roll of her hips.

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everymonstrousthing

On implulse, Kaz leans down, his fingers still moving between her legs, a little harder to meet the press of her hips. He presses a kiss against the curve of her breast, against her fingers, his tongue darting out to smudge against her nipple.

"Good?" he asks, seeking reassurance. The last thing he wants to do is anything she doesn't want.

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the_wraith

"Yes," she says, half gasp and half moan. Every nerve in her body feels alive in a way it never has before, pleasure and anxiety winding her tight like a spring looking for release.

Her fingers tangle in his hair and bring his head closer, silently asking for more than just a graze of his tongue against her nipple.

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everymonstrousthing

Kaz finds himself unbelievably grateful for that guidance, for her fingers pressed into his hair. He presses his mouth against her breast, kissing soft skin, for a moment, before he parts his lips and sucks on her nipple, teasing with just the edges of his teeth as his fingers move between her legs.

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the_wraith

She makes a low keening noise in the back of her throat, her chest rising to chase after that hint of his teeth.

"Faster," she breathes. "Like that, Kaz. Keep doing that."

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everymonstrousthing

Faster. He twitches his fingers between her legs, rubbing faster, keeping the motion that she showed him. The rise of her body is intoxicating and he bites again, his mouth firm at her breast, careful not to press too hard.

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the_wraith

"Saints, Kaz." The words escape her as little more than a pant of breath. She's trembling finely, a quiver of her muscles just as much to do with the steady pressure of Kaz's fingers as the fact that this is actually happening. She's on her back, naked in bed with Kaz Brekker, and she's going to come.

"Please, Kaz, yes."

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everymonstrousthing

"Come on, Inej," he says, having only the faintest notion of what he's waiting for but knowing, more than anything, that he wants to watch it happen. His fingers twitch between her thighs and he presses kisses against the soft, slight swell of her breast, up to her throat.

Her warm, warm skin.

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the_wraith

The pressure builds and builds, low in her belly, narrowing into one sharp point. Like on the trapeze, building and building speed until the moment you know you have to let go and fly.

Her breath catches in a strangled little gasp and just like that she comes, her breath rushing out in a loud wanton moan. Her hand moves to cover Kaz's, stopping his movements but keeping him there, holding onto the delicious pressure of his fingers as she rides this out as long as she can.

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everymonstrousthing

The sound she makes is ragged and beautiful, corkscrewing through Kaz's belly, leaving low, dark heat in its wake. He stops his fingers when her hand slides over his, just keeping them pressed against her as she grinds forward against him. His cock twitches, pressed against her smooth skin.

"Gods, Inej," he mumbles. "You're the most beautiful fucking thing I've ever seen."

From:

the_wraith

She feels separate from her body, mind blissfully blank for a few seconds as the last of her orgasm washes over her. She hears Kaz's words, but just lets them sit and settle over her, doesn't comment. She knows that for him it's truth, but a part of her doesn't believe it and she doesn't want to confront that part, not here and now and ruining this moment.

Inej licks her lips and bites down on the bottom one, opening her eyes to gaze at Kaz hungrily. She has never felt this way before, but it's good. She feels alive, daring, free.

She rolls over onto her side, climbs up to her knees, dark hair coming free from her braid, trailing over her shoulder.

"Lay down."

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everymonstrousthing

He's never seen her look like that before - that desire, that hunger - and he's never heard that note of command before. In any other situation, he might call her on it, ask her who's in charge here, but this? This is a different situation and he finds himself quite happy to be subject to her command. He lies back, a sprawl of long, pale limbs, the jut of his hard cock. He's never been hard like this before. He's aching for her.

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the_wraith

She's done this what feels like a hundred times before, has seen a man sprawled out and waiting dozens of times. But it's only now that she wants to see it, wants to give this man the pleasure he's seeking.

She crawls into the space between his legs, hands trailing up his thighs. One settles on his hip and the other wraps around his cock.

A shot of nervousness flutters up in her stomach, but she forces it down. She gives his cock one quick stroke then lowers her head to lick a long stripe along the underside with her tongue.

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everymonstrousthing

"You don't have to," he rasps out, his head lifted so that he can watch the way she moves between his thighs. He wants her to, wants it desperately, but he needs her to know that she doesn't have to here, that her choice is what matters. His hips lift, just a little, at the slide of her tongue. Kaz's head falls back. He's never felt anything like it.

"Fuck, Inej. I love you." It seems important to say right then.

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the_wraith

She knows she doesn't have to. He made her into a wraith, he made her take jobs, but that was all part and parcel of her agreement. Of the contract she chose. He's never made her do anything she didn't want to do.

Inej wants to do this.

She does press her hand to his hip, gentle but firm, to hold down his hips. She doesn't want this to be like every other time. She wants to do it, to have the control.

She strokes his cock slowly in one hand, wraps her lips around the head of his cock and sucks, bobbing her head to fall in line with the rhythm of her hand.

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everymonstrousthing

He has nothing to compare this to, no way of measuring the surge of feeling and desire when he mouth slides down over him like that. Her hand on his hip is a warning, a request, and Kaz does his best not to move, not to lift his hips, to let her set the pace. He's not going to last. He can't.

He makes a soft, helpless noise that sounds at least something like her name.

From:

the_wraith

She knows that sound, the way his rasp wraps around her name. No one ever said her name before, not like that, and she revels in it even while knowing that this isn't going to last long. Maybe it's better that way. Her hand's a little shaky, but it's not noticeable -- to either of them -- when she squeezes it tight around his cock.

She quickens her pace, letting her focus narrow down to the scent of him, the warmth of him in her mouth, the sounds he's making. She focuses on him, only him, not the dozens upon dozens of memories that could barge in. This is their time.

She hears the hitch in his voice that says he's close, tastes the first drop of cum on her tongue, then pulls away to see him to the edge with her hand, tight and fast and slick with spit.