Jester pulls back and tumbles to the side so that she’s lying next to him, her breathing returning to a slower pace, even if it is still audible, her eyes fluttering shut with contentment.
“Oh! Essek! You haven’t come, have you?” she says, sitting up again with a surprising amount of energy. She props herself up on her arms to look over him.
“No, I usually don’t,” he replies, looking at the wall past her instead of her eyes.
“Do you want to? I know that not everyone wants to have an orgasm as part of sex, which I kind of get because sometimes it’s just fun to watch the other person, but also, I really enjoy orgasms and, like, if I have the choice I’m gonna choose coming, you know?”
“The process, for me, is usually more - extensive - than for any of my partners” he explains. “I’m more than fine with the disparity.”
“But do you want to,” Jester repeats, tilting her head.
He freezes up a little at that, eyes wide in a way that’s kind of cute, honestly. “If you don’t mind,” he says, after a moment.
“I mean, I kind of really want to see what your orgasm face looks like,” Jester says. “And it’s not like we’re busy or anything.”
She moves back so that she’s straddling him once again, resting on her knees which wrap around his hips.She pulls him into a kiss, slow and sweet, and he can’t help but wonder how much of herself she can taste on his still wet lips, even as the hand not on his face goes between his legs.
He isn’t dry, after everything, but she pulls her fingers up after only a few moments, pressing them into his mouth. She slides back between his legs, arms resting crossed before her as she considers him.
“Do you want to try, like, penetration, or just me eating you out and stuff?” she asks. “I’m pretty sure I have a spell that would make a dildo, or I could polymorph myself a dick, but I don’t know if that would help or anything cause I know it doesn’t for everyone.”
Her fingers are back to rubbing him, moving more smoothly, and Essek's response is stilted and faltering. “I get off on penetration,” he says. “And, ah - I would prefer the summon.”
“Ooh - I want to try something.” She presses her mouth up to him, and at first, she’s just starting to eat him out, but then she starts mouthing words against him - somatic components, the sound vibrating with the faintest, electric thrum of magic.
The dildo appears floating in the air above her, translucent, bright pink, and sparkly. She giggles at the success, still against him, before pulling aside to float the summoned dildo to take her place.
It slides in easily enough, between the lubrication and how wet she’s left him already. “Good boy,” she murmurs, as it pushes in deeper, and that is what gets the groan from Essek, whose head collapses back against the bed. “I got you to make a sound!” she calls out cheerfully.
She watches, for a few moments, controlling the movement of the spell, watching every slightest tremble he makes, before sitting back on the bed, slightly curled up, one hand rubbing him in slow circles.
Essek’s eyes flicker open, again, looking over at her. “I can - again -”
“What? Oh, no, I’m good,” she tells him. “Not that you weren’t excellent, but I kind of just want to focus on this. You look so pretty for me, you know?”
“Liar.”
“Oh!” she gasps in faked horror at that, free hand coming to her house in amazement. “Essek! I am an expert! I have seen a lot of people fucking, and, like, also I’m an artist, so I think that when I say you look absolutely fucking amazing for me-” she punctuates the point by increasing the pressure she rubs her fingers at, “-I know what I’m talking about!”
He collapses back again, with another actual moan, either because he sees her point or because the dildo has finally hit just the right positioning. She keeps it in place, but has it go a bit faster, earning a hitch in breath from Essek, whose eyes are pressed shut once more.
Her hand starts to cramp up a little bit after that, so she swaps, earning a whine when she pulls away. “You can go louder than that, you know,” she says, as she starts up again, wiggling her fingers in the air to try and work the cramped muscles out. “It isn’t like anyone can hear us, and I like the sounds you make for me.”
Whether listening to her or not, his breathing starts to pick up, more like panting.
Essek starts arching up off the bed, trying to get more from the dildo and her fingers. She adds a bit more pressure to the spell in return. He’s started to mumble what she’s pretty sure are words in undercommon or elvish or something. It’s still pretty quiet, all things considered, but it’s the loudest he’s been all evening.
She pulls her hands back, and, very carefully, casts thaumaturgy, causing the dildo to start shaking and vibrating with the tremors. She’s never tried to use it for this before, so she’s not sure if it would feel good, but the way he reacts sure makes it seem like a yes.
“This is good, right?” she asks, leaning back and taking the sight in. “Because I think I can change the speed or just turn it off or-”
“This is - ah - good - please -” and he sort of devolves into what sounds like a mix of please and her name, muffled enough that you can’t really tell but still kind of adorable?
She sits and watches him for a while, recasting thaumaturgy a few times to keep it up. She returns her hand eventually, although she doesn’t bother even trying to match the speed or rhythm of the dildo and its vibrations.
When Essek comes, he finally lies still, collapsing against the pillows of the bed. She lets the vibrations drop, and pulls her hand up, but she doesn’t unsummon the dildo just yet.
“You want to keep going?” she asks, leaning over him. “Because I don’t know about you, but I could probably spend the entire night like this.”
“This is more than enough,” Essek says, after a few moments of breathing deeply, and she drops the spell as he does. “You’re very -”
“Yeah, I know.” She lies down against his stomach, and they stay like that for a few quiet moments. “Are you hungry? Ooh, we should get some pastries-”
It takes him a moment, but, with a flick of his hands, Essek summons a small basket of pastries out of nothing.
Jester sits up, smile still wide on her face, and then looks down at him. “Hey. Hey. Hey. Essek. Can I kiss you?”
“Is this for the pastries?”
“It’s for you being you,” she says. “Dork.”
He looks up at her, for a long moment, before pulling her down to the kiss himself.
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Fill: patience, Jester/Essek
Date: 2021-06-24 09:19 pm (UTC)“Oh! Essek! You haven’t come, have you?” she says, sitting up again with a surprising amount of energy. She props herself up on her arms to look over him.
“No, I usually don’t,” he replies, looking at the wall past her instead of her eyes.
“Do you want to? I know that not everyone wants to have an orgasm as part of sex, which I kind of get because sometimes it’s just fun to watch the other person, but also, I really enjoy orgasms and, like, if I have the choice I’m gonna choose coming, you know?”
“The process, for me, is usually more - extensive - than for any of my partners” he explains. “I’m more than fine with the disparity.”
“But do you want to,” Jester repeats, tilting her head.
He freezes up a little at that, eyes wide in a way that’s kind of cute, honestly. “If you don’t mind,” he says, after a moment.
“I mean, I kind of really want to see what your orgasm face looks like,” Jester says. “And it’s not like we’re busy or anything.”
She moves back so that she’s straddling him once again, resting on her knees which wrap around his hips.She pulls him into a kiss, slow and sweet, and he can’t help but wonder how much of herself she can taste on his still wet lips, even as the hand not on his face goes between his legs.
He isn’t dry, after everything, but she pulls her fingers up after only a few moments, pressing them into his mouth. She slides back between his legs, arms resting crossed before her as she considers him.
“Do you want to try, like, penetration, or just me eating you out and stuff?” she asks. “I’m pretty sure I have a spell that would make a dildo, or I could polymorph myself a dick, but I don’t know if that would help or anything cause I know it doesn’t for everyone.”
Her fingers are back to rubbing him, moving more smoothly, and Essek's response is stilted and faltering. “I get off on penetration,” he says. “And, ah - I would prefer the summon.”
“Ooh - I want to try something.” She presses her mouth up to him, and at first, she’s just starting to eat him out, but then she starts mouthing words against him - somatic components, the sound vibrating with the faintest, electric thrum of magic.
The dildo appears floating in the air above her, translucent, bright pink, and sparkly. She giggles at the success, still against him, before pulling aside to float the summoned dildo to take her place.
It slides in easily enough, between the lubrication and how wet she’s left him already. “Good boy,” she murmurs, as it pushes in deeper, and that is what gets the groan from Essek, whose head collapses back against the bed. “I got you to make a sound!” she calls out cheerfully.
She watches, for a few moments, controlling the movement of the spell, watching every slightest tremble he makes, before sitting back on the bed, slightly curled up, one hand rubbing him in slow circles.
Essek’s eyes flicker open, again, looking over at her. “I can - again -”
“What? Oh, no, I’m good,” she tells him. “Not that you weren’t excellent, but I kind of just want to focus on this. You look so pretty for me, you know?”
“Liar.”
“Oh!” she gasps in faked horror at that, free hand coming to her house in amazement. “Essek! I am an expert! I have seen a lot of people fucking, and, like, also I’m an artist, so I think that when I say you look absolutely fucking amazing for me-” she punctuates the point by increasing the pressure she rubs her fingers at, “-I know what I’m talking about!”
He collapses back again, with another actual moan, either because he sees her point or because the dildo has finally hit just the right positioning. She keeps it in place, but has it go a bit faster, earning a hitch in breath from Essek, whose eyes are pressed shut once more.
Her hand starts to cramp up a little bit after that, so she swaps, earning a whine when she pulls away. “You can go louder than that, you know,” she says, as she starts up again, wiggling her fingers in the air to try and work the cramped muscles out. “It isn’t like anyone can hear us, and I like the sounds you make for me.”
Whether listening to her or not, his breathing starts to pick up, more like panting.
Essek starts arching up off the bed, trying to get more from the dildo and her fingers. She adds a bit more pressure to the spell in return. He’s started to mumble what she’s pretty sure are words in undercommon or elvish or something. It’s still pretty quiet, all things considered, but it’s the loudest he’s been all evening.
She pulls her hands back, and, very carefully, casts thaumaturgy, causing the dildo to start shaking and vibrating with the tremors. She’s never tried to use it for this before, so she’s not sure if it would feel good, but the way he reacts sure makes it seem like a yes.
“This is good, right?” she asks, leaning back and taking the sight in. “Because I think I can change the speed or just turn it off or-”
“This is - ah - good - please -” and he sort of devolves into what sounds like a mix of please and her name, muffled enough that you can’t really tell but still kind of adorable?
She sits and watches him for a while, recasting thaumaturgy a few times to keep it up. She returns her hand eventually, although she doesn’t bother even trying to match the speed or rhythm of the dildo and its vibrations.
When Essek comes, he finally lies still, collapsing against the pillows of the bed. She lets the vibrations drop, and pulls her hand up, but she doesn’t unsummon the dildo just yet.
“You want to keep going?” she asks, leaning over him. “Because I don’t know about you, but I could probably spend the entire night like this.”
“This is more than enough,” Essek says, after a few moments of breathing deeply, and she drops the spell as he does. “You’re very -”
“Yeah, I know.” She lies down against his stomach, and they stay like that for a few quiet moments. “Are you hungry? Ooh, we should get some pastries-”
It takes him a moment, but, with a flick of his hands, Essek summons a small basket of pastries out of nothing.
Jester sits up, smile still wide on her face, and then looks down at him. “Hey. Hey. Hey. Essek. Can I kiss you?”
“Is this for the pastries?”
“It’s for you being you,” she says. “Dork.”
He looks up at her, for a long moment, before pulling her down to the kiss himself.