He doesn’t have to tell her twice. A little moan - more like a gasp with some voice in it - slipped from her mouth and she tightened her grip on his shoulders, feeling the friction between her legs from where his erection had begun to press into her. Heat and bodies were mingling and she let herself fall into the ease of being kissed hard, let her mind be quieted by the feeling of his mouth hungry against her own.
This was the kind of relief she needed. On nights where sleep eluded her and where coffee wasn’t enough to take away the bite of her tiredness, she needed to lose herself in the physicality of something like sex or pain. It rejuvenated her and revitalised her, making her heart race and pump the positive emotions through her blood stream. ❝ Don’t care. ❞ She grunted in reply, her mouth tugging away from his to leave bites along his jaw and at his throat, nails grazing over his scalp idly. ❝ Fuck me on the counter or on the floor. Fuck me against a wall if you want. Just do it. ❞
Her hips arched towards him, grinding themselves against his body and realising that she was stuck in her own pants. His were pajamas, they were easily disposed of. She had to get free of her running gear somehow, too. With his hands on her, keeping her lifted, she kicked away her shoes and readjusted her body against him, crashing her lips against his again with a murmur of, ❝ If I don’t get these pants off, neither of us get what we want. ❞
‴look atcha,‴ a growly comment passes his lips, a small laugh following shortly after. Sure, he was pretty eager himself, but to be met with the same level of eagerness made his heart race for a moment. Kinda made him feel like when he was a teenager having sex for the first time. Fumbling around and nervous out of his goddamn mind. The nervousness was gone, he had nothing to be ashamed of…nothing to be worried about.
‴So goddamn eager t’ get fucked–and heck, t’ get fucked by me.‴ Let him live, Nat. Don’t say that he was just the closest–because he’d probably lose the mood then. Just…play along. Let him be happy. He’d also be glad to fuck her in different places in his apartment, especially against the wall, it was a personal favorite. The bites against his throat only made the man more eager to please, one hand wandering from her leg to grasp at her ass, still attempting to keep this whole balance stable especially as she shifts around to kick her shoes off.
At this point, he’s really not the one for kissing, he prefers to move now, but she’s having issues–and having their mouths together is one of them. ‴Well then, I’m gonna put you down and we can see who can get your pants off the fastest.‴ He doesn’t waste any time, nearly just dropping her down, but making sure she stays on her feet. Wouldn’t want any nasty tumbles while they’re trying to have sex. Stepping back, Brock drops to his knees–an odd sight. Please take it in and appreciate it, Natasha. His fingers fiddle with her pants, lips kissing across her hips and partially down her thighs. ‴ya know what would be fun–nah–nah, for later. It’ll be for later, pretend I ain’t said nothin’. Jus’ get these damn pants off. My dick is startin’ t’ hurt.‴
