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As he lay back on the mattress she arched, feeling the shift in angle of his penetration apply pressure to places that threw fresh waves of shuddery warmth through her body and snatched her breath away for a moment. Mouth falling open in an expression that would have seemed shocked were the situation different, she squirmed in his lap. Her hands ran over his belly, his chest, dragging nails down his bared skin as she moved, chasing that precipice.

Yes, he had been neglecting her rather shockingly, but that was the whole point of tonight -- to make up for missing out on a Valentine's date and several other nights where she'd come over to snuggle and that's all they'd gotten around to. While she didn't mind simply sleeping with her dorky boyfriend, she had needs, darn it. And it wasn't as if he didn't, either; it barely took any teasing at all to get Peter going, but one had to first disengage his mind from whatever was occupying it. He had a one-track mind, sometimes…

Thankfully, that tendency could be hijacked, the focus turned on her, and he was as singleminded then as he was when he was puzzling out some engineering conundrum.

Clarice gasped softly, let out a deeper sigh as his grip tightened again, her eyes rolling back briefly as pleasure sent heat through her belly. He'd been so willing to just let her do what she wanted, happy to let her have her fun… now, she was chasing something, little flutters heralding a deeper lust that crept below the surface. The hand on his shoulder moved to the back of his head, tugging him down to kiss him to swipe her tongue between his lips and spill her moans against his.

The position might be new for Peter, but he clearly understood the mechanics; hands finding more solid holds on her rear to assist the rolling of her hips. The subtle grip made it clear he wanted to up the pace, which she didn't mind at all, and the leverage helps get him deeper, closer to spots that sent further shivers up her spine. One of Clarice's went to Peter's shoulder, almond-shaped nails pressing lightly into the strong muscle for purchase as she arched a bit in his grip; the other moved to his knee, keeping herself from giving in to the temptation to fall back. Soft sounds of pleasure spilled from her lips with growing frequency, little hums and sighs she didn't hold back on, but also didn't play up just for his benefit. What she felt was good, and real.

There was a subtle mismatch between them, but they had ways of making up the difference. Peter's physiology gave him stamina to spare, which gave him a rather impressively short refractory period -- but as unique as Clarice was, the mutant was, at least below the surface, fairly typical. However, a lifetime of hard living and a certain tendency to take life by the horns when the opportunity presented himself helped her keep up, at least a little.

So even if she did happen to find herself hitting the ceiling long before Peter did… well, that's they had a safeword. If she wanted him to stop, all she had to do was say so. Otherwise she could just shut off her brain, let herself turn to jelly in his hands, and enjoy getting fucked so thoroughly she'd be wobbly in the morning.

A rapidfire sequence of events happened then; a particularly heavy roll sent a shockwave of pleasure through Clarice's body, which in turn made the soft and sweet sounds she was making suddenly gain intensity -- and her walls gave a gentle squeeze around Peter's length, a sure sign that she was feeling good right about then. Her eyes, faintly luminescent in the close quarters, focused in on his face, her cheeks and lips flushed to a soft plum shade. She didn't talk much, in the heat of the moment, but all she needed to say was reflected in the way her expression:

send in one of the prompts below for my muse’s response. these are very nsfw ! please feel free to specify or change something where you see fit.

( just a little missionary ) our muses are having romantic sex in the missionary position

( lotus flowers ) our muses are having romantic sex wrapped around each other in bed in the lotus position

( bubble bath ) our muses are enjoying a romantic soak in the bath when things turn very heated - and it's not just the lit candles

( talk dirty to me ) our muses are having very intense sex with a lot of dirty talking to get each other to orgasm

( tongue twister ) our muses are in a very intimate position where they are able to perform oral sex on each other at the same time

( g-spot ) one muse is teasing the other with their fingers, fingering them and making them squrim

( rug burn ) our muses can hardly wait to find a bed or some other soft surface before they're falling to the floor together and having sex right then and there

( steamy windows ) our muses can't make it out of the car without steaming up the windows and finding interesting positions to get into while having sex in the car

( frisky business ) our muses have sneaky sex at one of their places of work

(morning sex ) our muses are just waking up when they begin getting frisky before the coffee is even put on!

( go downtown ) one muse performs oral sex on the other

( keep quiet ) our muses are having to be very quiet when having sex. think muffled moans, keeping their hands over their mouths, little giggles, and shushes.

( the great outdoors ) our muses are having sex outside. please feel free to specify where.

It had taken Clarice a long time to relax enough to allow someone to touch her like this, to allow herself to be so vulnerable, so bare -- the men who'd tormented her held such sway over her that relationships had been difficult, her tendency to shy away or panic difficult to overcome. Only a few people in the breadth of creation were allowed to see her in any degree of undress-- and currently, only one man had the privilege of such intimate touch as this. Likely he didn't quite appreciate what a lucky individual he was, but she wouldn't ruin the moment by stating as much. She simply let him do as he pleased, because he never overstepped. Never tested her boundaries without ensuring it was going to turn out alright.

Hadn't asked about her scars save an initial curiosity. Accepted her answer -- that she wasn't ready to talk about it, that she promised she would explain it all at some point but it wasn't anything he wanted to know. Just kissed her scars as if they weren't the hallmarks of her horrendous memories.

The way he teased made her a little jittery; maybe it was something about that genius, analytical mind that made him toy with her like he did, testing every reaction, learning through trial and error what made her heart race and her body shiver for wanting him. The sudden gentle suction on a sensitized nipple finally drew her voice fully, a soft gasp that fell to a low hum, the flush of deep garnet spreading down her cheeks and darkening her lips. It was almost too much, she almost gave in right then -- but no, the game was too fun to let it be too short...

"Oh, you decide -- okay, tiger, have your fun." Her hands slipped up his back, moving to comb into his hair as he dove into her chest, body giving an easy, sinuous arch at the attention to the sensitive spots on her breasts. His reward, aside from the gentle pressure of her legs hugging his sides a bit more firmly, was a soft sigh that was almost a moan falling free of parted lips. Tension bled off her in waves, as always; she carried so much on her shoulders, so many memories she never could shed unless in special circumstances--

She was more than happy to go at whatever pace he wanted -- if she had any inkling he was getting impatient, there'd be less playful teasing coming from Clarice's quarter. Snickering quietly, she brushed her nose from his, to his cheek, before finding her lip caught between his, which -- along with a certain sensation of weight in her nethers drew a sharper intake of breath.

He had a way of guiding her, steering her, that Clarice didn't mind at all; after all, she'd been trained in silent communication, in reading body language and taking physical cues from those around her. Letting her boyfriend manhandle her a little wasn't off the table, since he never pushed his luck. So when he threw the blanket over them and then tugged her leg up, she obliged, shifting her knee higher, hugging his hip. "My own spidey space-heater," she hummed, grinning at him as she brushed her fingers over his jawline, coaxing him closer so she could reward his thoughtful consideration for her comfort with a slow and lazy kiss -- almost innocent, if not for the hands that moved down his back to take a self-indulgent squeeze of his backside.

She was so feral for him lately, and when she'd drag those pink nails like a huntress' talons over his chiseled core, there was no break in the writhe for her. At this point, he didn't have to sweet or dirty talk her. Just a look could likely send her over the moon (or straddling over his hips, rather). "I'm the quieter one, but if it's not loud, it's not hot, you know?" Digits were on her trapezius muscles, digging and grinding downward and center towards her lower waist. A hand rubbed at the curve of her rear.

It wasn't so much that she was insatiable, but that touch starvation had gotten its claws in her deep, and having a boyfriend who was as willing as he was able -- she owed that radioactive spider, damn was he limber -- Clarice was only too happy to just... give in. Satisfy the craving. Combine that with having busy lives, so that they didn't spend every waking moment with one another, and the result was a woman who had wandering hands and hungry eyes only for him as soon as they could carve out a few hours together.