4/5/2

Kylo's never, ever been this hard with no one touching him.

Never.

Not at sixteen and the first time he mastered not touching himself for the full week it took for his body and Force to take care of himself. Not at thirty when he woke up from the dream, or not dream, the first time he and Rey had sex, in the pool, and his body was burning with the feel of her skin on his, her maomao clenching on him, and then awoke, alone, and so hard he could have used it as a training saber.

Never.

It's after 23:00, and the party on the F-Deck is rolling along. And the idea, the simple, basic idea was to buy their goodies, leave the shop, find some vaguely out of the way place, and then port on out of there, then home for lots and lots and lots of sex.

(It will be later, the next day or so, when Kylo will get enough blood back into his brain to realize he could have just paid for the damn things, and then used his do-not-look spell, and then ported home, but… Well, the only blood in his brain was the blood necessary to keep him standing upright and breathing. Everything else was in, or on its way to, his shaft.)

The line was torture. Standing there, knowing what was in the basket, knowing what they'd be doing with it, surrounded with all of those people, also buying goodies, standing in the queue with similar levels of eager anticipation, and models, wearing… not a whole lot at all, and then they finally got out and…

It's just… So many people. All of them at least a little turned on, and… Many of them are a lot turned on.

He can feel his pulse in his shaft, in his stones, in his eyeballs. Every cell of his body feels full, swollen, primed… ready.

Rey's got the bag in her hand, and he's half afraid that if he takes her hand in his, just the touch of her skin against his will take him over the edge. He's half relishing the idea of it.

Can you? Rey thinks to him, focusing on how she's feeling, how each step drags the lips of her maomao against each other, wet, slick, open and pouting for him. Begging for his touch. On how little it would take to pull her over.

His eyes shut and he trips a little over his feet at that. The feeling of it, and her, and her needing him… If I ever could… now'd be it.

He takes her hand in his, pulling her close to his body, against his side, not his front, as they hurry, looking for… Anything, a blind corner, a discrete bit of hallway, just somewhere to be out of the view of all of these eyes so they can port out of here.

But there are no discrete corners here. Or, there are. Lots of them. All over the place. The problem is, every time they turn into one, there's another couple, threesome, moresome already in it, playing happily.

This is empath heaven, or hell, depending on how eager you are to find a dark corner of your own. Everyone around them is currently also experiencing fairly intense emotional and physical sensations and it's… overwhelming.

Everything in his mind and body is just suffused with sex. Bloody fingernails are hard.

Rey sniggers at that.

If being on Lirium while Page was being born was full body steeping in life, with the erotic side of that poking through because sex is how people make life, this is full on, full out, full body fucking.

She tugs him to a small nook between a very loud club and a bar. Hopefully no one else is in there.

Do you like it? Rey thinks to him, staring up at him, eyes sparkling, lips wet, as she's nibbling on the lower one. Her tooth slides over her lip, and he can feel the drag of it. He could pull her close, crush her to his body, lift their skirts… No one would care. There are at least three other couples doing something similar within the line of his sight.

She tugs him out of the corner, no luck in here.

Do you?

Kylo's not sure. It's… a lot. He feels like his shaft is as long as his lightsaber, and just as hot, and he knows that it's not just coming from him. He looks at Rey. At the bag she's carrying. Thinks about what's in the bag.

A lot of it is coming from him.

He thinks about opening that bag and trying out what's in it. Most of it is coming from him.

Do you? He thinks back to her.

She rests her head against his shoulder as they get a bit further into the hallway. I'm not as sensitive to it as you are. This is… nice. Intense. Just up to the edge. Not overwhelming.

He's almost starting to hope. There's another alley sort of thing, with some sort of storage shelf tucked into it, and behind it would be very out of view. Get to the far side, port, and home, and naked, and skin and slick and friction and spurting so hard his vision blacks out and… Just get out of view of everyone else.

Which is what the other people back there were apparently thinking, too. A couple is there, moving fast and jagged. Kylo can feel the sensation of chasing release, second hand. Feeling it through his body, but not.

Sex that he can feel, but it's not happening to him. Sex he can enjoy, but won't put him over the edge.

Part of him sort of wants to watch. He's never actually seen anyone else, not in real life, have sex before. It doesn't much look like the videos they watched, or the people behind the windows. Those are shows, done to look good. Done to entice the watcher. This is real fucking, done to feel good.

It looks good, too.

Part of him is fairly sure that if they wanted an audience, they wouldn't be behind a storage shelf. They'd be out on the main thoroughfare, not being discreet.

Part of him wants to just say, Get the fuck out, wave his hand a little, and watch them run, then pull Rey to him, and kiss her hard, deep, tongue sliding, gliding, wet and eager, and just the feel of her body against his…

His shaft is throbbing at the idea of it. It's wet. And every time he breathes the tip of his cock slips between his belly and the waistband of the kilt. It's good leather, soft and smooth, and wet… It's warm from his body, and feels like skin. And every breath is like a gentle caress.

Rey squeezes his hand. She's staring at the couple, too. He can feel she's also caught between curiosity and lust. She blinks, looks at him, a thought hitting her, and then back to them. They aren't paying attention.

They aren't. If they've even noticed they're being watched, it hasn't caused even a second of pause in their stride.

And then they're in their room, on the Supremacy.

She's in his arms, holding him close and tight, and kissing and it's amazing.

Kylo pulls back a minute into it, breathing hard, skin flushed. He's… just so fucking close. And this… He's got good control, better than good, but… At this point, the only way he's not going to get off five strokes into this is if he hurts himself, and she's not going to like that.

"I'm going to spurt in less than a minute." His hips are rolling against hers, and he tries to make them stop, but they don't want to. "That's just… non-negotiable."

She holds up the bag. "Do you want to leave off playing for another night?"

"FUCK NO!" He pulls her flush, kissing her hard, grinding against her belly, then spins her around, quickly mentally checks if this is okay, and waits for her to nod, before pushing her belly to their bed, and yanks her skirt up.

She's not wearing underwear. He's sure she had it on before they left. He remembers seeing her take it off when they were getting undressed by Unthar and Amilie. She does not have it on now. Now, he's got a perfect, uninterrupted view of her ass and delta, wet, ripe, swollen and delicious.

That mental image of holding the kilt up with his teeth comes to life, but it doesn't work as well as he hoped. Only one half of the kilt it up, the other is down by his knees. He gives it a hard yank, pulling it off, and shoves his shorts past his knees as he's fisting himself, stepping closer, looking.

"So good…" he says, teeth gritted and voice gritty. He bends a bit, trailing the head of his shaft against her maomao. So, so wet and slick and hot and perfect.

He gives it another beat, waiting to feel her press up toward him, and the second she does he sinks all the way in, fast, deep, hissing because she feels so good.

"Fuck, Rey!" He says it through a still clenched jaw. He's moving fast, chasing his release, panting as he watches his body sliding in and out of hers. He can already feel the tension building, and his shaft getting fuller and harder. "So close." One thrust, and another, and one more… "Gonna spurt in you, fill you up, and then catch my breath, pull out, and lick" his voice stumbles, staggers on that syllable, as his body leaps off the edge of climax, pulsing into her.

Time stops, his sight goes dark, and there's just the feel of it. Pulse after pulse after pulse of deep, wet, scorching pleasure.

He's leaning on his hands over her and panting softly when his brain comes back to his body. His skin is tingling all over, and his joints feel glued into place. "When I stop buzzing, I'm going to fuck you with my fingers and tongue and every toy we just bought, and by the time you've had a few spurts, I'll probably be ready for another go." Then he kisses the nape of her neck, and takes a moment to rest, breathing the scent of her in.

He feels Rey twitching slightly on him. He knows six thrusts didn't do it for her, but the Force of his climax probably did. "I took you over, too?"

"I didn't need a lot of extra help. A minute and fifteen seconds would have done it for me."

He smiles at that, face between her shoulder blades. "Shopping is fun."

He feels her smiling back at him, would see if if he opened his eyes and moved a bit. "I enjoyed that."

He makes a content little purr sound. "You still want to play more?"

"I know you do," she replies.

He's mouthing gently at her shoulder. "I know I do, too. Do you?"

She cranes her neck around a little, trying to look at him, but that really doesn't work in this position. "You suddenly getting sleepy and looking to back out of your promises?"

He grinds his pelvis against her butt. "No, I'm trying to get you to say, out loud, that you want me to fuck you in a bunch of creative and inventive ways and make you… come… as many times as you can take. Because I like hearing you ask."

"Kylo?"

"Rey."

She wiggles a bit. "I'm really not done, yet, and I want you to make me come in as many ways as you can think of."

He grins and growls a soft, content hum of sexual satisfaction against her neck.

He's still behind her, leaning up a bit, not exactly pulling back yet.

Rey can feel him shift, but she's not entirely sure what he's doing right now. "Kylo?"

"I don't spend nearly enough time just looking at you."

And she can feel it now, the flush of his eyes on her body. He's still a little hard, enough to stay in her, and he's staring.

His fingers slip over her buttocks, between them, hesitating for a moment, because he hasn't touched there yet. He's not sure why, but he hasn't. Probably because he hasn't been invited to.

"Do I need to?" She wiggles her hips at him, and his shaft slips out. He watches the line of his spurt slip out of her, and feels stupidly proud of that. He gently trails his fingers over her wet skin, feeling how slippery she is right now. Rey sighs a bit at that gentle touch, and cants her hips, asking for more.

More. He's good with more. He's keeping his touch light. Right now, neither of them are burning too hot. So more is soft, and slick, and light. His fingertips grazing her lips. His eyes following the line of his fingers.

Eventually, his brain gets back to what she just said to him. "Probably not, but I do like it. Makes me feel good inside when you tell me what you want or like." He kisses the small of her back, and each butt cheek, and lets his hand drift upward, still slick with their combined spurt, and slips it gently, slowly over her. "Good?"

She wriggles a bit. "I like this."

"This?" he increases the pressure just a bit, just circling around.

"Feels… different..."

"Good different?" He could know. Just focus a little more, but he's very much finding that her words light him up in an entirely different way from just knowing.

"Good, but… maybe not as good as some of the other stuff."

"It looks really good." Her butt does. It really does. Soft and round and high and wiggly when she bounces on him, and right now damp and still flushed from sex and wet with arousal. He just has to touch it. To lick.

She looks quizzically over her shoulder at him. "It's my butt."

"I really like your butt." He gives it another little squeeze. "It's an excellent butt." He lays another little kiss on the right cheek, and then a soft nibble. "My favorite butt, ever." He steps a little further back, enjoys the view a moment longer, and gives her a little pat on the tush. "On the bed with you, woman."

"Your woman."

He grins at her. "Damn right. Get that dress off."

"You getting bossy?" she says with a grin.

"You minding?" Though he's asking mostly just to play. It's clear she doesn't.

"Not right now."

He wiggles a finger at her, and the dress starts to lift by itself. Rey grabs the hem and tosses it off. "There."

"Good girl."

She's naked save for her breast band. He steps closer to take it off, and then back again.

"Beautiful." He's standing next to the bed, staring at her. Then he notices he's still got his shirt, vest, shorts, and boots on, and quickly pulls everything off. Once he's done, he goes back to watching Rey. "I really don't spend enough time looking at you."

"You look at me every day."

"Lay back, get comfy." As she starts to scoot back to lay on the pillows, he says. "I don't spend enough time looking at your maomao. Don't spend enough time petting it, and kissing it, and licking it, and I've spent a criminally short time with your ass, and need to be slapped, hard, upside the back of the head for the lack of attention I've given your breasts."

Once she's laying on her back, he goes looking for the bag from the shop. He makes a show of picking it up and pulling everything out of it, laying them all on the side of the bed. He's standing next to them, trailing his fingers over all of them, when he grabs the flavored lube pack.

"Sixteen flavors… Probably more than for one night…" He reads down the list. "What do you think a banana is?"

"I know this one. It's a sweet fruit. They're green or yellow, and…" she giggles. "Kind of shaft shaped. Rose was joking about eating one once, and not knowing what she was doing, and all the boys around her just staring."

Kylo does smirk at that. "You mean like what you did with the popsicle?"

"I was doing that on purpose. I think she didn't know what she was doing. Apparently, she was like fourteen or fifteen."

"The boys that old, too?"

She nods.

"Yeah, that'd do it. Granted fourteen-fifteen, a firm breeze would do it, so…" He picks up another pack. "Drathonmir?"

"No idea."

He pops out the banana and drathonmir. "Let's find out."

"You're going to mix them together?"

"Nope." He's smiling at her. "Not at all. You comfy? Not too hot or cold?"

"I'm good."

"Excellent."

He traces his fingers lightly over her breasts. The just pads of his fingers, and just barely touching. More stroking the silk fine hairs on her skin than the skin itself. Goosebumps, and her nipples, rise up to meet him, and seek more pressure.

"So pretty," his eyes are dark and intense on her skin. He hovers his hand right above her skin, letting the heat build, letting her nipple and breath press up into his touch. "So eager." He looks up from her breast to her eyes, and grins at her.

He kisses her nipple, just a warm little, hello peck. "I'm going to wear out the word beautiful, tonight. You mind?"

She smiles at that. "Yes, completely. You know lots of words, use them," but it's clear from the smile she's joking.

He takes her up on the challenge, getting comfortable on her left side, laying on his side next to her, and cupping her breast. He lays a kiss on the bottom slope. "Let's see. Beautiful." Another kiss, this one wetter, more suction. "Delicious." He licks across to her nipple, pulling it between his teeth.

"Small," Rey says.

He grins back up at her. "Yep." He mouths over her breast. Opens his lips wide, and sucks most of it into his mouth in one go, he licks over her nipple again and again, keeping the suction up, remembering that little tongue flicking away in the pearl pleaser. She's wriggling against him when he pulls back. "Perfect mouthful!"

She snorts a little at that. "You like big ones." It's clear they're both thinking of Amilie.

That gets a smile from him, too. "I can honestly say that at this point in my life I've never seen or heard of a breast I didn't like." He kisses hers again, and nuzzles between them. "But I love these." He kisses her breastbone, and wraps her in his adoration. "And I live for the person wearing them, so… It's not a contest." He rolls and scoots a bit, so he's laying between her legs, most of his weight on his belly and elbows. He rests his hands on the sides of her breasts, pushing them up and together a bit, so he can nuzzle his face between them and kiss both of them. Then he looks back up at her, eyes hot, mind on her. "Mine. Yours, but mine."

She threads her fingers through his hair. "Mine, but yours."

He scoots up a bit more, and kisses her lips. "Always. Yours always."

She strokes his face, fingers slipping along the mark she carved into him. "Mine, always."

He smiles at that, at the possession, at belonging, and then resettles himself to her right side, grabbing one of the lube packs.

He cracks open the banana blister pack and is immediately hit with a tacky, sweet… Wrong. It's just wrong. Nothing on Rey is supposed to smell or more importantly taste like that. He immediately tosses it toward the waste basket. (Tomorrow morning, when he will manage to slip on the drips of lube that didn't get into the waste basket, he'll find out that it is indeed very slick, and doesn't dry out easily.)

"Don't like it?" Rey asks, watching him toss it over his shoulder.

He shakes his head. "Nope." He lowers his face to her throat, inhaling deeply, and then kisses his way to the flat of her chest. "You're supposed to smell like you, or maybe you and perfume, not… Whatever that is. I don't want it on your skin or in my mouth." He kisses the top slope of her breast this time. "I was thinking that I'd try the lube on you, and lick it off, but…" He looks up and shakes his head. "Nope."

"Not even going to open the drathonmir?"

He shakes his head. "You can use it on me later if you're curious." He's back to her breast. Face resting against it. "Your skin is just the way it's supposed to be." He kisses again. "It smells like you, and a little like the oil Amilie rubbed on you, and…" He starts to work his body down hers, kissing the underside of her breast, and her ribs, belly, and below, licking the flat between her naval and her muff.

A little lower, back to her maomao. "And here. This shouldn't smell like fruit. It should smell like you. Your skin, your spurt." He kisses her, softly this time, just brushing his lips over her hair. Blowing gently, and inhaling deeply. "Or your spurt and mine."

A deeper kiss, shifting her leg to the side so he's got better access. "It does. Tastes like it, too." He beams up at her again, kissing her inner thigh as he does so. "Perfect. It's glorious. So wet and pink and slick, and you and me, and fucking, and…" Another kiss, deeper this time. His tongue gliding over her delta, up one lip, down the next, not stopping or lingering anywhere, this is just saying hello right now.

Just… getting started. He thinks at her.

"Enjoying it?" Rey says.

Yes. He doesn't pull back or stop licking, though the slow easy pace he's going wouldn't be too hard to interrupt. It's… easier to focus on doing this for you, and on how it makes me… my heart… feel, after I spurt.

"Too much wrapped in how it makes your shaft feel, before?"

Much too much. His eyes meet hers over the swell of her mound and belly.

He lays a gentle kiss on her muff again, and Rey makes a little disappointed get back at that sound. He kisses her pearl, soft and easy, flicks his tongue over it, and then one more little kiss. "I'll come back."

Rey giggles a little at that. "You damn well better."

He kisses her belly again, tongue caressing over the dip of her naval. "I will." Then he pauses resting his chin against her belly, looking up at her. His eyes are soft, flitting from the rise and fall of her diaphragm, to each breast, to the curve of her chin, and her smile, before finding her gaze again. "I love you so much."

Her smile is a soft, melting kiss. "I know."

He bounces up a bit, and gently bites the underside of her breast. He tugs it a bit, just a little. "You know." He sounds appalled, mock appalled.

She flips him, and settles on his belly, pinning his wrists with her hands. Then she lightly, gently trails a nipple over his lips. "I know."

He's kissing it, wrapping his lips around it for soft, gentle sucks.

"I love this, too."

"Good." His voice, low, rich vibrating across her skin and through her mind. "I want you to love it." Another kiss. "Love me."

She starts to shift a bit, so she can kiss his lips, but he uses his Force to keep her in place. "No. Stay there. I like you here."

"Above you."

"Feels good." He sucks her nipple into his mouth again, and again, and again. Rey moans at it, soft and deep. "Oh, you like that."

Rey shivers a bit above him. "I like all of this."

He strokes his tongue over her again, wet and slow, before a long, deep suck. I know. But this is really good isn't it?

"It is." She does shift just a bit, lowering herself, so he's got an easier reach.

He doesn't struggle with the hold she's got on his wrists, but on the next kiss, he tries to match the sensation with his Force. He knows it doesn't work just from his side of it. Apparently, sucking isn't something he's got a handle on, yet. "Here." He licks a wide strip over one breast, and his Force matches that path on the other side. "Better?"

"Better."

Both of them make little content sounds.

Rey continues to support herself over him, and Kylo licks, slow, lazy, like he's got all the time in the universe, and nothing, at all, more important than pleasing her.

Rey sighs, long and low. "It's good, Kylo." She rocks a little. Her maomao against his belly, getting just a bit more pressure to go with the tease of his tongue.

He purrs at the praise.

"I can feel it as you do it." She rubs up against his mouth a bit. "There, on the surface." Another long, wet, sucking kiss. Just a hint of tooth. A little scrape to shift things, a bit. "And deeper." She rocks against his belly. "Inside."

That gets something too deep to be a purr. Too satisfied. He reaches up a bit, more depth, more pressure, mouthing eagerly at her breast. Better?

"Better."

They're flipped again. He did it this time. He didn't break her hold on his wrists, though in this position it's a bit less comfortable. She lets go, and he shifts his palms to the bed, beside her head, and in an instant, she's holding his wrists again, grounding herself with the strength of his arms. Her legs wrap around his back, and he rocks himself this time, trailing his chest over her nipples.

She's grinding against him, wet on his low belly, and Kylo smiles at that. "Can I try something?"

"Have I ever said no?"

"Well, not about sex."

She pokes him gently, but that does what he needed, frees his hands. He sits up between her legs, kneeling, and then resettles himself cross-legged, and tugs her forward a bit so her hips are between his legs.

"Perfect." He grins at her. "Let's see what else we've got." He trails a finger over her maomao. "Feels slick to me. Don't need this," and the lube goes skittering off. "And…" That box is the cockstrap. "Not for use on you." He hovers that over to the table. There are the boxes of slicks. "Maybe. Definitely not yet." He sets them aside, thinking that depending on where all of his fingers end up, maybe one'll come in handy. The strap-on. His shaft almost twitches at that, but for the time being it's still out of the game. "Later." The pearl-pleaser. He grabs that box and holds it up. "Exactly what I was looking for." He grins at her again, smile wide and wicked, and what he hopes are some very, very good ideas in his mind.

Rey turns the tables on him. She sits up a bit, and says, "There's one more box."

He blinks, and looks at where he laid out their goodies. She's right. The present she bought him. That's still in there. "You want me to open the present?"

"Oh yeah."

He pulls it to him. It's a smallish box, wrapped in sparkly paper. It takes him a moment to figure out that it's a present, thus a surprise, and that's why it's got the paper on it, and no visible tags or name. "Right." He takes the paper off.

Two boxes are inside. The first one. He smiles at. "Oh." It's a very soft smile. "So, you do want me to sparkle." But unlike the sparkly stuff the man in the store was wearing, this one is a black base with rainbow sparkles.

She sits fully up, and wraps her legs around his hips. "I intended to get the stuff the guy had on, but…" she points to the name. "Black opal." There's a picture on the back of a black gemstone shot through with vivid blues, greens, pinks, and purples, dark and sparkling. "I just… sort of had to get you that." He's holding the tube of it, and she's kissing him. "My opal." She takes a moment to consider that, now that she's said it out loud, and he does, too.

He sucks her bottom lip between his, and then says, "Say it again."

"My opal."

He smiles a bit.

She pets his skin, cuddling close to him, kissing his collarbone. "Dark, precious, rare, and sparkly."

Of all the things he's been, The Master, The Supreme Leader, the Master of the Knights of Ren, The Jedi Killer, he's thinking Rey's Opal is the one he's liking best.

"Your opal."

"I know we're going to be out and about a lot in the coming months, and… who knows what sort of play opportunities we'll have, but… On your wrist, or ankle, collar bone, a lock of hair, wear a little somewhere I can get a glimpse of it. Everyone else will see the Master, but I'll see my opal."

He pulls her so close to him. He utterly adores the idea of that. He kisses along the line of her throat. "Just for you."

She threads her fingers through his hair, reveling in the softness, in his lips on her throat, and his body against hers, and above, and beyond, through and supporting all of it, his love and devotion. This time it's Rey making the soft, ultra-content purr.

He draws his face up and away from her collarbone, looking her in the eyes, and for a moment they just share that. She caresses his face, and his hands cradle her back. And, for as much as Kylo loves words, craves being told that he's good and pleasing and hers, this, here… This is bliss.

For a moment. Souls happy and content, bodies… glowing… hers is further along than his is, wanting, the slow ache of need starting to rise.

He gently lowers her back, the other half of the present forgotten for now.

He pulls the pearl pleaser to his fingers, and opens the box. Unlike the one in the store, this one needs a little setting up, but there are instructions, and it doesn't take him too long to figure them out.

He turns it on to the lowest setting, and trails it up Rey's body, circling each nipple, and then buzzing over her lips, before trailing it down her arm to her hand, closing her fingers around it.

She sits up a bit again, looking confused. "Kylo?"

"I want to watch you use it."

That doesn't hit her wrong. "And what are you going to do?"

"Help." He's grinning at her, smile wide and easy, eyes hot.

She nods at that. "Help?"

"Yep. Help." His hand cups her whole maomao. "There's a lot more than a pearl here, and that's pretty much only for it, so I'm going to help. Make sure nothing feels left out."

She laughs at that. "You're going to make me come in an array of interesting ways."

"Or at least help."

Both of them giggle at that for a bit. He looks up from her maomao to her eyes. "Please?"

"Oh, you know it."

"I do."

She brings the pleaser down, and starts to play with it. Experimenting. The first level buzz is almost softer than the feel of Kylo's eyes, intent and heavy on her play.

She slips it around. It does fit into her hand nicely. Comfortable. Obviously designed by someone who'd used something like this before. Barely touching with it, letting the purr of the pleaser tingle her hairs is more intense than letting it touch her skin.

Kylo's breathing faster, and licks his lips. "Looks so fucking good, Rey."

She nods a bit, eyes closed, and hits the button, increasing the buzz. She hasn't focused down yet, still tracing it over her whole mound, looking for what feels best. She's got a good idea for what it's designed to do, but she still wants to play with it.

"You like it?"

"It's… different." That's probably the best way to describe it. It's… mechanical. Not necessarily in a bad way, but nothing human is going to buzz like that. She turns it up a bit more, and again, letting it rest on her mound, feeling the rumble through her. "What did you think helping was going to look like?"

"Very, very good." He grins.

"Smartass. You know what I was asking."

"I do."

She's started tracing it over her mound again, upping the vibrations again. It feels like her body's lighting up, all focus drawing to her delta. Kylo's momentarily distracted from her question by watching her play, then he remembers and jerks into action.

"This. I was thinking helping might look like this." He's tracing his index and middle fingers along her lips, getting them wet. Then he lifts them to his mouth to suck on them, wetter yet. His hand drops again, and he circles her maomao. "I was thinking," his fingers rest at her entrance, "that this was looking so lonely, and empty. That it was begging me for attention. Pouting at me." He slips his fingers in. "There. Not lonely."

Rey arches her back, reveling in the solid stretch, the still, full counterpoint to the buzz. "That's good," it just breathes out of her. She shifts the pleaser, going though the settings until it's lower again, and then slips it over her pearl. A long, sharp, "Ahhhh…" pours out of her.

"Better?"

"So much." She's quivering at it. Once she's got it doing what it was built to do, it's very good.

Kylo starts to thrust his fingers, all the way in, all the way out, long and slow, wet, and slippery. Her hips arch to meet him. He kisses her knee, watching her body take his fingers, watching the flush start to spread across her skin, as her nipples tighten.

"Force, I love this," he says, mouthing at her knee. His shaft is starting to fill again, trying to rise up, replace is fingers.

Rey moans, and wriggles, turning the vibrations up.

"Look at you baby, all spread out and wet. You look so fucking good like this." He curls his fingers as he withdraws them this time, and she shudders. That spot inside her that she loves him to play with. He pulses his fingers over it, again and again. Rey's eyes close and her face grows tight. He knows that intense expression, adores it. "Yeah, just like that, love. Go get your spurt. Come all over my hand and the pleaser."

"Kylo!" She's wriggling a little, getting closer, not quite sure what to do with the pleaser. He nudges the control and ups the intensity.

Rey jolts, moans, and shudders.

"Oh, yeah," he thrusts deep with his fingers and pulls them out slow, curling up again. "You're so fucking delicious like this." His shaft is definitely raising to this. He scoots a little closer, and it's nudging against her, a bit below his fingers, and there's a mental image that makes his mouth dry, fuck her with fingers, and shaft, and toy all at once.

Another soft, open sound falls out of Rey's mouth.

"So beautiful."

"Keep talking."

"Really," his voice is amused. "You like this? Like hearing how soft, and wet, and fucking glorious your body is?"

She hisses, body going tense, motions getting faster and choppy.

"How tight. How good. How pretty you are when you come. How I want to eat you and fuck you and live in your skin and love and," he fucks his fingers into her faster, curling a bit harder, as she grinds her hips against his hand the toy. "everything about you makes me so, so, so fucking happy all over."

He's not sure if she can even hear his voice over her moans, but he knows she can feel the intent of his words, so he doesn't stop.

"I can feel everything about you wrapped around me. It makes me so hard." He shifts his hips a bit, working the tip of his shaft further in, just resting below his fingers, snug between her cheeks, reveling in the slick of her skin. "You feel that? So hard, all for you. You make me want. Want hard. I want my cock and fingers and tongue in you. I want to make you come so hard you can't see. I want you to crave my touch, need me inside you."

Her back arches, as she keens, body twitching hard as she leaps over the edge.

"There gorgeous. Get that spurt. Come for me, love. Clench my fingers tight and make me wish it was my shaft. It's so hard watching this. When you stop twitching, I'm going to flip you over, lick you out, and then fuck you so hard you feel me for a week."

Rey collapses down, and Kylo pulls the toy away, and lets his fingers go soft and relaxed. He nuzzles her knee. "Force, you look so perfect like this. You always do, even when you don't, but…" He kisses her knee again, realizing that he may be starting to sound stupid. "I love you."

She doesn't open her eyes or raise her head from the bed sheets. "I know." She wriggles a little, but not really interested in moving yet. "You didn't open your other present."

He blinks. "Right," and gently pulls his fingers from her, quickly licking them off, and drying them on the quilt, before pulling the other box to hand. "Oh."

Rey smirks at that 'Oh', eyes still closed but very pleased with what she can feel of him looking at that box. "Yeah, I was pretty sure you didn't notice me grabbing them on my 'search for a basket.'"

His mouth is dry, and he's got to swallow hard, to answer. "I didn't."

"So, not that I want to table getting… licked out and fucked into next week… but, how about an addition to that plan?"

He's staring at the box of plugs in his hand. Because, of course, unlike the strap-on, he can try one of these and do everything else he just promised her. With something like this, it's not an either or sort of situation.

His shaft pulses at the idea. Somehow, he manages to say, "Oh," again.

Rey strokes his thigh. "In about two minutes, I'll make good on that promise. You feel like scooting around so I can get a real cuddle for right now."

That jerks him out of the image/feel of what's in that box, and what's going to happen next, to the warm, relaxed, tired person in front of him.

"Right."

He scoots around to his side, pulling her into the curve of his body.

"You weren't kidding about hard, were you?" Rey asks, her bum cradling his cock.

He mouths along her shoulder while saying, "Not at all. It woke up with a rush about the time I got my fingers in you."

She nods, breathing deep and easy. "You want to try my present?"

"I really do."

"Tell me how. What do you want me to do with you?"

There's a question that pulls the breath out of him in a long shudder. He's not even sure how to begin to put that into words. There are, of course, concrete actions, but… They're… ideas of how he thinks that feeling looks, but… They may not be that feeling. He spends a few more heartbeats trying to shape the sensation of it, but…

"Own me. Treat me like I'm yours."

Rey lifts the hand that's wrapped around her waist to her lips. "I always do."

"I know… I…"

She rolls over, and runs her fingers through his hair, staring into his eyes. "Mine. Always, completely, utterly, mine."

His eyes slip shut and he inhales, sharp, at it. "Yes."

"My opal. My precious one." Her touch is soft, gentle, stroking his hair and the back of his head. Then she fists her hand in his hair and he groans with pleasure. "The fucking sexiest man I've ever seen. My man." She tugs his head back a little, and lays a kiss on his throat. Then she gives him a soft bite. "Mine!"

"Yes!" His head is back, and the expression on his face isn't pain, but that's because she knows how good he's feeling right now, and how intense that it.

"Get up, Opal, and go to the refresher, clean up a bit, okay? I'm going to take a moment and actually read the directions."

Kylo practically leaps out of the bed to comply.

He's moving fast, eager, thinking very much about how he thinks being owned works, and he's not projecting, but it'd take only the barest hint of effort for Rey to know what he's thinking as he takes care of cleaning up.

He feels her lingering a bit in the back of his mind, and knows she did check in, get a better feel for the shape of what he's looking for.

When he gets out, he sees the plugs are open, and what he assumes is the smallest of the bunch, is lying on the bed next to the box of small slicks, and one of the non-flavored lube packs.

She pats the bed in front of her. "You go here, butt toward me, facing me."

He settles himself on his back, and grabs a pillow for under his head so he can see her easily. "Good?"

"Oh yeah. I want to watch your face and body as we do this."

He grins at that. "Yes."

She strokes her fingers up his shaft, which flagged a bit while he was getting washed up, but is rapidly perking up again. "Hello, you."

"You're talking to my shaft."

She gives him a little squeeze and looks him in the eyes. "No, I'm talking to my shaft." She bends a bit and kisses the tip, and then meets his eyes with her lips still touching him. "Mine. All of you is mine. And I'm going to make him very, very happy shortly, so…"

Kylo relaxes back against the bed and quivers in pleasure.

"I want you to tell me how it feels. How I make you feel."

"Good. Content. Warm. Cherished."

Rey licks the length of his shaft.

"Fuck."

"I make you feel like fuck?"

"Yes."

She gently whacks the inside of his thigh. "Smartass."

"You like it."

She licks him again. "I do."

"I like that. Your tongue on me."

She does it again. A long slow lick from the base to the tip. He's hard, but not so hard the cap's pulled back, yet, so she gently lips at the little whorl of skin around the tip. He shudders at that, groaning, and she feels the wet of his slick brush her lips.

"More. You make me want more."

She takes him in hand, holding the base of his shaft, pulling the skin up a bit, because he's rapidly swelling to the point where the cap will be entirely retracted. But for now, she holds him, keeping the tip enclosed, and licks gently all around the edge of his cap.

Kylo's eyes shut, and his mouth drops open. "Ungh!"

Her tongue worms in, caressing the head of his shaft, and he squirms, thrusting his hips at her.

"So good."

She grins up at him, and lets go of the base of his shaft, and lets the cap pull back. She starts to lick again, all over the tip of him, her wet, pink flesh against his.

He's whimpering. "Too fast."

"Too fast?" She knows her strokes are a good pace; he's really enjoying it. "Oh. Too fast." He's ramping up toward climax too fast.

He nods. "It's good, I love it, but I want to go slower."

"Slower," she shifts a bit, scooting back on the bed, lying on her belly between his legs, and then lays her tongue on one of his stones.

"Ungh!" He doesn't thrash, but only because thrashing might mean her mouth leaves his testicle. "Oh…" His breath is deep, and a little fast. "Perfect. So good."

She mentally grins at him, as she gently sucks on it. This, she can do this all night, wind him up like a top, but as long as she's not stroking his shaft, he won't go over on this. Not without help.

Rey lavishes wet, warm attention on him for a few more moments, and Kylo floats on it, blissed-out and wriggling, a collection of half groans and murmured, "So goods, yes, like that," coming out of him. It's clear he's trying to do what she's asked of him, tell her how it feels, but most of his brain isn't really working anymore.

That's okay.

"Love this, you feeling so good you can't think."

He whimpers at the loss of her mouth from his stones.

"Oh, we'll get to better soon." She holds up the plug. At the widest part it's about two of her fingers. "Look good."

"Oh yeah!" His eyes are gleaming as he looks at it.

"Good. We're going to take our time, and go nice and slow. I treat my precious things carefully."

He shudders all over at that. No one else with a claim on him ever did. "Please."

"Oh, you know it, Opal. You know it."

She opens the smaller slicks, and puts one on her index finger. It's a bit big, but being able to just shuck it off when they're done, and go to sleep, rather than get up and wash, sounds appealing. Then she grabs one of the lube packs. "This stuff is supposed to be specifically for anal activities. Not sure why—" She squeezes a dollop of it on her finger. "Oh. It's really thick and…" She holds up her finger and slicks it over, and it's not his image of her stroking lube onto the strap-on, but it's close enough, and he just groans at it. "Stays put." She kisses the tip of his shaft again, and smiles at him. "So, fucking gorgeous."

She takes the lube, and puts a little more on her finger to rub onto him.

That gets another long groan. It's cool and slick, and just the anticipation that goes with it has him whimpering for her.

"I love you like this, laid out and begging for me." She rubs the lube in a little deeper. Right now, she's mostly just making sure everything is slick. Then she starts a soft, easy circle, round and round as her other hand just gently trails from his stones to his shaft and back again.

He's not making any noise, but his head is back, eyes closed, and face tense. He's biting his lip.

"Not too hard, love. I don't like what's mine damaged."

He swallows, nods, and releases his lower lip. Pink, a little swollen, but there's no bruise.

"Good. That's good. You can bite, but no harder than that."

He nods at that, too. And Rey goes back to her slow, easy circles. "Does it feel good?"

He whimpers.

"I'll call that a yes."

He nods, one sharp jerk of his head followed by a sharp inhale as she licks the head of his shaft and starts to ease her finger into him.

"We're just going to go slow and easy. Just a little bit at a time." And that's what she's doing, slowly, easily slipping just a little of her finger in and then out and in again a hair deeper and then out again and…

He's panting and quivering at the feel of it, mouth open, breath harsh, legs splayed and toes clenched at the feel of it. "More!" It bursts out of him, single staccato syllable.

Rey pulls her lips off his shaft to say, "More?" with a grin. Then with steady firm pressure she slips her finger in to the second knuckle, and wiggles it just a hair.

She's not quite deep enough to get his prostate, close enough he can almost feel it, and his hips roll toward her, trying for deeper.

"More?"

"Please!" a harsh, ragged breath. "Please!"

Another grin and her finger slipping in, still slow, still gentle steady pressure. He's melting into the bed under her, decades of practice in fine muscle control taking over, and letting him relax enough to let her in.

This time when she wiggles it, he groans, loud, with a long, shivered "FUCK" following it.

She holds her hand still, and licks up his shaft again. "Gorgeous, love. So wet. You're dripping for me." She gives him another little wiggle and sees another tiny drop of his pre-spurt ease from the tip. "Shall I lick it off?"

"UGHRH!"

Rey decides that's a very pleased groan and does it.

She can feel the wave of pleasure at that cresting off of him. The deep, thrum of it through his skin and shaft and stones. She tunes herself in further, feels her finger, and begins a series of slow, shallow thrusts, each one ending with a little rub of his prostate.

She's fairly sure, that like with his stones, she can't put him over with this, not unless she's touching his shaft, so she sits back up, and watches.

Kylo spread out, head back, eyes closed, mouth half-open, face tight, neck tight, abs tight, hands clenched into the bedspread, skin flushed, a fine sheen of sweat starting on his skin. His hips are quivering, balanced between wanting to thrust hard and fast, try to speed her up, and staying here, in this sensation.

She kisses his knee this time, and stills her finger. "Not yet. You made some promises, Opal, and I mean to collect them."

That gets an eager whimper. Followed by a gruff, "If you want me to be useful for more than this, moving sooner than later is a good idea."

She smiles at that, gives his shaft a quick peck, and picks up the plug. "This?"

His eyes are bright and eager. "Yes!"

She squirts the rest of the lube from that pack onto it, and slips her finger out, tossing the slick into the trash bin, and starts with the toy. She knows he can handle her finger, so going slow with that was as much about winding him up than making sure it didn't twinge.

But this is new, and it's bigger, and the shape is different.

The tip is about the same size as the tip of her index finger, but the widest part is probably about twice the size of her finger. It's not big, not as big as one of his fingers, but it's bigger than anything he's ever tried before.

"We're going to go slow on this."

He nods, but it's clear slow isn't exactly how he wants to play this.

It's also clear exactly when she hits the point where there's a stretch. His breathing picks up, and she sees him pull it back, focus down. Decades, literally, of intensive physical control training are coming into play right now. He's settling back and down, which isn't his strong suit, but that doesn't mean he can't do it if he really tries, and it's easier to try when you want what trying gets you.

"Good, love, so good. Relax and let me take care of you."

His eyes are mostly closed and right now he's just breathing slowly. In and out and over and again. His shaft is starting to flag a bit, too. The stretch, and yes, burn is pulling him back from the edge.

Rey tries something, easing the plug back, letting it slip back to barely inside of him, and he shivers a bit.

"Kylo?"

He blinks, a little surprised. "The… out sensation is really nice."

That's not really much of how they've played with this in the past. Mostly it's about getting in, to his prostate, and the in and out bit is more about how it gets played with. It's not anything either of them have done for it's own sake.

Rey slowly slips the plug in again, stopping just a bit past comfortable. Enough so he's breathing himself calm again.

And again, she lets his body just push it out.

He groans at it. "Really nice."

She's pressing back in. "But, you want this part, too?"

"Force! Yes. Out's better, all the way in is better, this gets me to better." He's breathing shallowly again, because once more he's at just a little past comfortable.

He's exhaling in a relaxing pattern, in once, out three times, in once, and breaks it to say, "I know it can't actually be half a klick long, but how close to done is this?"

She releases her pressure on it, and again his body pushes it out, and he whimpers in the pleasure of release.

Another long, slow, gentle pressure. "About two thirds of the way in, another centimeter to the widest point."

He nods, closes his eyes, and sinks into the feel of it.

Mostly it's the sensation of slick and pressure. Then the feel of burn and stretch. Each time the tip or… however much is in the range his body is comfortable with… is just a slide, and then there's the bit that's got him breathing to relax.

It's not the kind of pain he can ride. He can't or at least won't, feed his rage with it, so it's just… there… something uncomfortable to get to the other side of.

The part where she lets go of the plug and it slides back out. That's absolute fucking bliss. His body adores the feel of that. And the part where the stretch isn't too bad, that's… pretty nice. It's getting to something he's enjoying.

He doesn't know how long Rey keeps doing it, in, slow and easy until his body says stop, then stopping, holding, and then out and the full body shudder that goes with the feel of that, then in again, slow, easy, each time, each depth better, easier, more… something he wants.

His shaft is starting to quiver. He can see it in his mind, Rey with the strap on, fucking him like this, slow and shallow, a centimeter at a time, getting him ready, making sure he feels good.

She's stroking the inside of his thigh. "You know it, Opal. Going to fuck you out of your mind when you're ready for it, but not a minute before."

He nods or whimpers or something. He's not sure. Again, there's the out sensation, and he's riding that, wondering if this could bring him over. He was fairly sure that without help from Rey's spurt, he couldn't get over without touching his shaft, but… That might not be true.

"Force, it's tight."

"I know, love, you're all stretched around it, pink and flushed, shiny and slick. Your body wants it."

"Yes!"

She gives it just a little tap and then… Kylo's not sure what happened. It was there, and then it… wasn't. He didn't feel the slipping out sensation, so he's got no idea what just happened. He sits up and "OH!" It shoots through him. He had to clench his stomach muscles, and his pelvis a bit to sit up and that must have shifted it and suddenly there's this bright pressure against his prostate and… "Ughhnngh!"

Rey's grinning at him. "Good?"

He whimpers and flops back on the pillow, but as soon as he's on his back, he can't feel it. Lying like this, completely relaxed, it's basically vanished.

It takes what he considers a stupidly long time for him to realize that just past the widest point, the plug narrowed down significantly, down to about the width of Rey's finger, and compared to the wide point, that's nothing, so… His body appears to be ignoring it.

He's not sure about that, but… Then Rey taps it again, and that's another sensation, and… "It's good. Weird. If I just lay here, I can't really feel it."

"But if you sit up you do?"

He tries again, and again as soon as he tenses the muscles in his core and begins to pull up, it shifts and… "Oh yeah."

Rey smiles at him, wide and brilliant. Then she moves a little, going from between his legs, to straddling them. A few more moves, and she's over his hips, her maomao just over his shaft. She angles it correctly, but doesn't slip down. "Thrust up, see how it feels."

He does it slowly, because he doesn't want to shoot off on one stroke. It's, "Exquisite." It's kind of like when she sucks him and fingers him at the same time, but… he loves oral, loves her mouth, but maomao is better. It just is. And this… All of his favorite spots are getting their favorite sort of attention. "Fucking amazing," or at least he attempted to say that, but she slipped down to meet his thrust and 'amazing' slurred off into a deeply satisfied moan.

That moan turns into a tortured whimper when Rey pulls off of him. "You've got promises to keep, Opal," and then she's scurrying up his body, settling her maomao right over his face.

He's staring at it, pink and open and wet and… His mouth waters. "Yes." This time it's a half-breath, a promise and prayer. He grins up at her, and pulls her a little closer, getting a good angle, wrapping his hands around her knees, and kisses her fervently.

She tastes right. Home and love and fucking and everything in his universe that matters, that's good. And maybe it's not anything he'd order a cocktail of at a restaurant, but it's hardwired into his ideal of sex. Of Rey. Of them as them, her light and his dark and their bodies together, making each other spark with pleasure and joy.

And it's fucking perfect. Her wet and his saliva smearing over his face, and her keening in pleasure at what he's doing to her, and his body under hers, supporting her, making her sing. And he's not exactly verbalizing any of that, because his mouth is happily, ecstatically busy, but he's definitely thinking it, and Rey's definitely enjoying it.

She's breathing fast, panting, ramping up fast, which is fine with him because he wants her to spurt on his tongue, and then again on his shaft, and… "Move your hips, Opal, feel it."

He can't disobey, and… He times his thrusts to what his tongue is doing, and it's good that she's close to the edge because this… Her body on his, the smell of it, the view, her maomao, her belly, the underside of her breasts, and her head back as she screams her pleasure. If he did that for more than a few dozen strokes he'd be over the edge, intentionally or not.

She slows, crumples, slips back a little, her face against his forehead, her bum on his chest. He wraps his arms around her, amazed and adoring how easily she fits into his arms.

There's a moment of both of them breathing, and then she's kissing him, with intent.

"I love how fast you get ready again," he says.

She flips them. "Especially when you're dying to 'fuck me so hard I'll feel it for a week,'"

He smiles down at her. "Especially, then."

She kisses him, and wiggles her hips. "Well… get to it."

"Oh…" He kisses her again. "I will. Just…" he shifts a bit so his tip is just stroking between her lips. "Savoring for a moment. This one's probably going to be fast, too."

She runs her hands through his hair, and tugs him to face her. "Fast, slow, do it how you like. Enjoy it, Kylo." She kisses him. "You've taken exceptional care of me, and I'm happy all over. Now, use my body to please yours."

That kills him. He's leaking just from the words. "Rey, I love you so much."

"I know. Now fuck me so much, too."

And he does.

He doesn't go so fast this time. Not slow either, just deep and steady to start with, getting a sense for what sort of move feels best.

Up. Up feels best, on his hands, arms extended, a bit of bend in his low back. Full extension of his lower body for each thrust.

Deep feels best, all the way in and all the way out, and his ass flexing with each thrust. There's this almost magic spark, where he's as fully in her as he can go, and she's got her legs around his hips, her right foot between his ass cheeks, and if she pushes just a bit with her foot she can just nudge the plug, which is already in a really good place because of the flex of his hips and its just…

"FUCK!" Not articulate at all, but extremely deeply felt.

Faster is good. A sharp, staccato thrust. In fast, with a snap of his hips, making the plug pulse inside him, making his body pulse, making him feel halfway over the edge, even as he's still moving, still pushing, deeper, seeking more sensation, more pleasure, more her. Eyes closed, mind open, letting the physical sensation of it roll through him.

Slow is good, too. Out slow, release the pressure slow, feel the cling and glide of her body slipping over his, take the time to watch her eyes, and the mouth, and the rise and fall of her breasts with each breath.

Again, fast, and the dizzying rush of sensation, of the inside-out-fucking from within sensation of the plug, and the sweet slap of his skin on hers. The sweeter yet choked moan of his name from her lips. The sweetest feel of her body clenching on his.

Out, pull back, release, ride the pause, the wanting and waiting for the next breath of rush.

Harder is good. Fast and hard and deep. That almost ache of the way his hips flex, the almost pulse of his spurt, the almost tingle of climax coming.

But not yet. Another pause, another slow, another quiet breath.

He knows the next one is going to take him over, knows it before it starts, knows it in his heart and stones and his hips snap, deep and hard, and his mind goes fuzzy and his body sings it's pleasure from one cell to the next as a deep, content groan falls from his lips and his spurt pulses from his shaft and Rey takes them, takes his pleasure and his love and his body and cherishes it, and reflects it back at him, filling him up, inside and out with her light and his.

And it's good.

In the dim of the post-sex, low lights, glow; in the warmth of her body snugged on his; between sleepy breaths and the slow shifting of bodies relaxing toward sleep, he remembers grammar lessons, and how if someone asked you how you were, you had to answer with "I'm doing well," or some variation upon that theme, because good meant holy, and you weren't doing holy. Not just because you were having a nice afternoon.

But this, here, in the moments where they're cooling down and haven't yet pulled the blankets up.

This is good.