noreasonneeded | IC/Overflow Post

A beautiful woman let me follow her home.

[He appreciates her checking in immensely. It's a little gesture that puts control in his hands, and that makes it easier for him. He gives her a little nod that, yes, he's okay with her rubbing his arms, too.]

Yeah, probably a good idea. That way we can warm up more than just our arms.

Seems risky on her part. I've heard you're a notorious gang boss.

[Her hands touch him after his little nod, rubbing his arms in return. More an affectionate gesture than actually warming.]

We can get steamy.

You heard right. Seems she keeps insisting on finding the good in people, no matter the odds.

[He gives a little inhale at the touch, a small shiver, as the island he's on once more is reached for by her. As she makes contact with him, letting him feel her body and love through her fingers, gentle touches, that he's been deprived of for so long.]

Never did ever take a steam. Seems like a good way to start. You want to shower first, or should I?

She seems good. You should keep her.

[She loves getting to reach that island sometimes. Just to try and teach him that her touch can be nice at times.]

Which order would you prefer? If I give you a show first, I'll probably get a more... impressive view.

[of an erection.]

[She's right, and he blushes a little at the thought. He kicks himself for it, a master thief and mob boss blushing at the thought of having an erection in front of her, at how new all this intimacy is for him. For the first time in a very long time he feels young and a bit fumbling over a situation.

His gaze drops, then he forces himself to meet her eyes again.]

You're the one who's been going slowly for me. Which would you prefer?

[He wants to do what he can to try and satisfy her with what he can offer now.]

[His blush is always so good to see. That flush of color to his face. She doesn't want him to feel too embarrassed though, she wants this to be a little sexy exploration for them.]

I want you to be comfortable. If you want to go first that's fine. Or if you don't want to do this at all.

[She will continue to offer him an out. It's part of how she cares.]

No, I want to.

[His tone is firm despite some nerves, looking deeply into her eyes.]

I want to try this with you. Though yeah. I'll go first, then.

[He gives her a nod, then steps away. He takes off his shoes to leave at the door, hangs up his jacket and hat on the back of a dining room chair. His usual routine. Then he lets out a breath and gives her what he aims to be a reassuring smile.]

Shall we?

[He goes into the bathroom, turning on the water and leaning his cane against the hamper. Slowly he peels off his gloves, checking the temperature with his bare fingers. He won't make it as scalding as he usually does because he doesn't want to run out of hot water for her. He lays his gloves on her sink, very neatly. He unbuttons his vest, also neatly folding it up. Same happens with his socks and his belt. As he starts to undo his shirt he looks at her, letting out a small snort because what is romance without a little humor.]

At least you didn't ask me to do a sexy dance while I'm doing this.

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[She nods and his agreement and his decision to go first. She leaves her shoes and coat behind as well and follows him to the bathroom.

She watches him and the neat way he starts to undress.]

If you want to add in a little dance, I'll do my best to not laugh.

[It doesn't lighten the mood, making her giggle a bit at the thought.]

I think I'll avoid the risk at the moment. As much as you do have a nice laugh.

[He's methodological even now, everything gets neatly folded up. Dress shirt, tie, pants, underwear. By the time he's left naked there's some goosebumps on his arms, both from the cold and realizing he's bare in front of her. Sliding open the shower curtains, and leaving them as such, he steps inside and lifts up his shampoo. The warm water feels good against his skin, cascading down the taunt plane of his stomach and thighs. Lifting up the shampoo he has at her place, he pours some into his hand and begins to lather his hair.]

[Her eyes trail over skin as it's revealed. She does her best to not overtly stare. But he is beautiful. Tall with lithe muscle, littered with scattered scars.

Her fingers twitch with the desire to touch him, to lavish him with attention and affection. But for now all she can do is watch. And admire his ass.]

[It takes a little getting used to someone watching, or rather, someone he doesn't mind watching. He sneaks little looks at her to see her expression and what she's doing. His gaze trails down to her hands, then her face, curious to see the reaction he's eliciting. As he rinses off his hair and reaches for his bar of soap, starting to lather his arms and torso first. His skin is warm thanks to the water, pink as he gets scrubbed clean. His locks stick to his face in wet strands.]

Enjoying the view?

It is a very good view. You've been hiding a magnificent ass.

[She is keeping it together. Though the desire in her eyes is heavy. It has been hundreds of years since she's had someone she's been so lusty for. It's ridiculous at times, she feels like a horny teenager.]

The suits don't do much for it?

[He's teasing, the jokes actually help him feel more at ease. Curiously, slowly, he turns to face her more, to give a little better show as he soaps up his front and angles himself so she can see him washing himself off before he starts to soap the rest.

A thought comes to his head, and he hates that his tone is a little uncertain when he speaks.]

You can touch yourself, if you want. Not that you have to, now or ever, just saying... maybe that's something to try at some point. Watching one another and some touching of that kind.

Just an idea for later.

When you don't have on a coat and a jacket? They do.

[Her breath catches when he turns around. She can't help the way her eyes trail all the way down him.

And then his suggestion.]

fuck

[If the profanity and little moan are any indication, she really likes that suggestion. She's had a similar idea before. Touching themselves but together, sort of a bridge of sexual intimacy without touching one another.

She nods.]

I want to.

[In response to her profanity he says with a little smirk.]

In a sort of manner of speaking.

[Still, the look in her eyes, the huskiness of her voice as she said those words, it's making him warm for reasons beyond the water. The mere thought of seeing her like that makes him start to stir between his legs, licking lips that suddenly feel dry.]

Yeah? Was hoping you'd say that. Think I'm up for it when you are.

... pun not entirely intended.

[She doesn't break eye contact as she tugs off her shirt and trousers. Even with a little smile on her lips her look is heavy with desire.]

I won't waste time with a little dance either.

[Unlike Kaz's neatly folded clothes, Stella's are being carelessly dropped to the floor. With her bra and underwear quickly added to the pile.]

I want you.

[She trails her hands down to cup her breasts, giving the flesh a squeeze and imagining it's Kaz doing the touching.]

[He doesn't shift his gaze either, for once not caring that clothing is left on the floor. There are more pertinent matters at play right now, with the woman he loves stripping naked in front of him. He's seen Stella change before, but this is different. His breath intakes sharply as he watches her hands caress her own breasts, sharp longing wishing it was his hands. He barely notices the water cascading over him any longer as he lets his own fingers slickly slide across his toned abdomen, trailing soap across his pale flesh.]

You're beautiful. I'm picturing what it would be like to touch you.

[The way he watches her is so very sexy. It's the first time she's seen his almost shark focus directed at her. But instead of scheming or anger; it's dark with desire.]

I'm imagining it's you. My skin is so soft, I think you'd like it.

[She pinches her nipples to give him a little show. It does add a nice little jolt of pleasure as well.]

[A small noise escapes him, a sound strangled in his throat. One dripping with desire. His awkwardness is slowly subsiding, the fear of his uncertainty in these moments. Kaz isn't a man who gives into instinct over intellect, but with Stella there naked and fondling herself, he'd hard pressed to fight the desire to feel himself up, too.

His hand slips between his legs, lightly stroking himself.]

It looks soft. And warm. I love your curves. I love your marks. You're the story I want to explore.

[An odd remark for perhaps some, but for a man who lives off spinning truth and lies, to the woman who's original purpose was to inspire the tales of others, such a remark feels only fitting to him.]

[Now that they've started the nerves have gone. This is just expressing all her pent up desire in a way that is pleasurable but works for him.

It's a perfect sentiment for her and she nods. One hand leaves her chest to travel lower, mirroring him.

Her eyes glance down to watch his hand a moment as she starts to rub herself.]

I want to taste you so badly.

I bet you taste like sunshine. I probably taste like coffee.

[He gives her a little smile at that, though the small humor doesn't detract him from sucking in a breath as she starts to fondle herself. The ache in him grows, a throbbing beneath his hand as he delivers long strokes to his shaft.]

You're even better to watch than I imagined.

I like some coffee.

[They would absolutely be the type of people to keep a little humor going even in heated moments.

He looks so hot, she can't help the way she licks her lips while she watches him ]

Am I? I think about you all the time when I touch myself. All the nights we aren't together, I'm coming with your name on my lips.

[His breathing becomes heavier, eyes dilating as he watches her lick her lips. Seeing the flush of her skin as she fondles herself is more arousing than any mental images he's come up with so far, one he'll use again when he's alone.]

I've pictured it, with you in the shower, or in bed, or on the sofa. Sometimes when I've heard you in the shower, I've touched myself.

[She is also memorizing this view for personal use later.

Her fingers swiftly circle her nub, and she lets out a little moan.]

I am so wet, Kaz. You wouldn't even need to get me ready.

[Between stroking himself, the warmth of the water, and the sight of Stella in front of him sharing those words, it isn't long before he's close to reaching climax. His face is flushed, breath heavy.]

I'm more than ready with you like that...

[With a final groan and shudder he does come, eyes never leaving her.]

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