Oh, I definitely am. That, and you making me come with your tongue. Wasn't there talk of me sitting on your face once?
[ It's amazing she can remember the things they talk about in the middle of sex as well as she does. ]
Yeah, it would. Especially if you watched me use it. Or even used it on me, maybe.
[ She's aware that the point is for her to have something that fills her as well as he does when he's not around, but she vaguely remembers talk of him using a toy and his mouth on her at the same time. ]
Glad you haven't forgotten about riding my face. I still want that.
We could do a lot with it. But I wouldn't want you to play with it too much. I'd get jealous. Plus squeezing around a toy doesn't have the same impact as doing it around my cock.
Pretty sure I want it as much as you do, so don't worry, it'll happen.
No, it definitely doesn't.
[ Clary idly wonders if it's just the toy he'd get jealous of, or if he's just saying it to tease her, because there's definitely more to be jealous of than just that. ]
Are you jealous of the fingers I have buried inside me right now? I keep curling them, trying to hit that spot that your cock finds every time, but it's not working. :(
[ It's easy for him to not think about the other people she's having sex with, but if he ever saw it with his own eyes? He'd definitely feel jealous.
He also finds her use of smiley faces cute even while she's being sexy with her words. ]
You're never gonna reach that spot yourself, but it's okay. I will later. Over and over again. Just concentrate on your clit. Think of my tongue against it.
I never thought I'd get this hard from talking about sex rather than actually doing it, but I'm picturing you riding me, reverse cowgirl, looking back over your shoulder at me, hands in your hair. Effortlessly hot.
That's going to get me off a lot quicker, but you're the boss. It's not like my fingers fill me as well as you do, anyway, so they just leave me wanting more.
Where would your hands be? On my hips to guide me when I ride you slow and hard, purposefully trying to drive you crazy? Or maybe just gripping my ankles as you let me take control this time?
[ Not that she would expect - or even want - him to relinquish control for very long, of course. ]
Thought I was your teacher? But I can be your boss too ;)
It'd be fun for you to take control for a little while, but we both know your favorite way to come is when I'm in charge. Your hips, your ankles, your ass, your hair - my hands would be everywhere on you.
I've got a tight grip on myself but it doesn't feel nearly as good as you.
Who said you can't be both? I know for a fact that you're talented in many different positions. ;)
My favorite way to come is actually around your cock, but with you in charge is a close second. They do tend to go hand-in-hand a lot, though. [ She's cheeky, even when she's sexting. ]
Just imagine it's my hand around you, that I'm stretched out naked beside you and kissing you as I stroke your cock. I bet you'd have a hand on my ass or between my legs and the other in my hair.
And there's so many more to explore. Have you thought about what else you want to try? You've seen the footage in that library I bet. It must have given you ideas.
[ She's cute when she's being cheeky. ]
Can I think about you kissing my cock? Stroking it with your tongue?
[ So presumptuous, assuming she's browsed through the porn and reference materials! But she has, if only out of boredom, and there were definitely a few things that caught her interest. ]
Maybe a few. One of them, in particular, also may have made an appearance in my fantasies since I found it. It's a lot like our first time when you pulled my legs up onto your shoulders. [ Which might actually be part of the draw if she's being honest. ] Only one leg goes up, though. The other goes beneath you, putting me as a slight angle. I bet you would feel amazing like that, and I'd be spread wide for you.
[ It's a stupid name, though, splitting bamboo. And maybe her description isn't the best, but she'd be more than happy to take him to the library sometime to show him the visual reference before they try it. ]
Like you aren't already. ;) Do you think you could keep your eyes open to watch as I take it slowly into my mouth, teasing every inch with my tongue as I go?
My knees have always been sensitive. I wonder what it would feel like to have your mouth on the side of one when I come.
[ She'd never given much thought to that area being an erogenous zone, but she's also fairly certain that Bellamy's mouth on any part of her when she orgasms would make it all the more intense. ]
I always want you to take control. That would give me a chance to touch myself, too, because I don't think I could stand not having something inside of me at that point. Either my fingers or that toy, if you get it for me.
God, definitely the toy. Just the thought of that almost made me come. But I don't want to until I know you're close, too.
And here I thought you were just weak at the knees around me... Since I want to see you on your knees at some point, I'll give them the attention they deserve.
I'm definitely getting you that toy, but you can only think about me when you use it.
Do you want me to switch to audio so you can hear how close I am? [ It's getting harder to type anyway. ] I bet hearing my voice would make you come so much harder.
[ With an offer like that, rather than message him back Clary just switches the feed on her bracelet to call him. No sense wasting time typing back, especially since her hands have much more enjoyable things to do right now. Besides, she's been (literally) aching to hear his voice for a while now. ]
Hey, you. [ His voice is low, breathier than usual because of what point he's at. With how long they've been teasing each other by text, he won't need to hear Clary for much longer before she sends him over the edge. ]
Are you arching your hips off your bed for me? [ He can picture her doing that clearly in his mind because he's seen her do it before, chasing more of his mouth, or his cock - or one day, a toy. ]
[ It's amazing how two simple words from him can make the heat inside of her flare hotter, her breath catching in her throat for a moment as she curls her fingers inside of her in response. She can tell, just by the tone and the pitch of his voice, how close he is and it makes her unbelievably glad he suggested switching to the audio function. ]
I am now. It was too hard to type like that earlier. [ Her voice, likewise, is a bit breathless and desperate, with an edge of something akin to bashfulness. Sexting or talking while they're together is one thing; dirty talk over essentially a phone call is a little less in her comfort zone, as it requires more specific details. But she's not going to let that stop her, not with Bellamy, not with how close they both are. ] I can't decide if I want — [ She pauses abruptly and sucks in a sharp gasp, then continues after a moment. ] If I want to give my clit or my breasts attention. Which would you prefer?
I know. I'm surprised I was able to type at all. [ Typing definitely distracted him. This conversation would have been over a lot sooner if it had been audio from the beginning.
There's something about hearing her talk about areas of her body that makes him groan aloud, tightening his hand around himself. Sure they've talked sexy to each other before, both in person and by text, but rarely does he hear her mention specific parts of her body out loud. ]
You're asking me to choose between your clit and your breasts? When you know I appreciate both? [ He doesn't want to choose. ] Why not both? Or is that too much for you right now? If it is, focus on your breasts for now. Push them together for me. [ He waits a moment and she'll be able to hear his slick hand movements while it's quiet on his end. ] I'm thinking about my cock sliding between them one day...
[ The only reason she almost wishes they were still texting right now is because she knows she won't last much longer now that she can hear him, doesn't have to imagine his words in his voice. Just like everything with Bellamy, she will never get tired of how he sounds when he's this turned on. ]
You could come all over the runes on my chest then, make a mess and then go down on me before we get in the shower. [ One fantastic thing about the bracelets is that Clary can have both hands busy without getting a kink in her neck from holding a phone to her ear with a shoulder. It also means that in a moment of silence on her end, between a couple gasps of pleasure, he can hear similar sounds on her end, though for slightly different reasons. ] And I can't do both because I'm fingering myself with one hand. I know you told me to focus on my clit earlier but I needed to feel something inside of me. But I've got my breasts pressed together now, imagining what it would feel like to have your cock there. I've never done that before.
[ Which is probably not surprising considering her limited experience before coming here. Before Bellamy. ]
I've been waiting to say you want me to. [ He's glad she sounds up for the messy idea since he'd only do it if she let him. She probably guessed early on how attractive he found the runes on her body, even more so when he discovered what power they had. ] I love touching your runes, kissing them, tracing them with my tongue - but there's something about marking them with my come...
[ He hisses in a breath, like he was so close to coming just then from thinking about the glistening mess he'd make on her chest. ]
You'd be a natural at it like everything you've tried for the first time with me... You'd have to get my cock wet first. [ He imagines she'd know exactly how to do that. ] Then there's one thing I want you to remember to do for me... Open your mouth, so every time my cock glides between your breasts, the tip of my cock touches your tongue. Will you do that for me? Will you remember?
[ Of course she will - it's Clary. She always remembers everything he says. ]
[ Clary knows what that hiss of breath means and it, as much as his words, makes her body ache for him. She lets out a sound in response, part moan and part whine from the back of her throat. ] I can't think of anything I wouldn't want you to do to me.
God— [ It's her turn to suck in a sharp breath, surprised by how much the thought turns her on considering the position would mostly be for Bellamy's pleasure (though she has no doubt he'd more than make it up to her after). But maybe that's why it turns her on so much, just like knowing how much he wants her does. ] Yeah. Yes, I'll remember. I can't wait to taste you as I squeeze my breasts around you. I want your hands on me, too, though. Do you think you could finger me at the same time? Tease me in time with the thrusts of your hips? [ The last part of that comes out a little strangled, her question ending in a gasping moan. ]
I'm so close, Bellamy. Make me come for you. [ Nevermind that he hasn't had a chance to answer her questions. ] Please.
[ He knows the fantasy he's describing focuses on his pleasure more than it does hers, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't show his gratitude in a way that would make it totally worth her while. And seeing how much he'd be turned on by it - he imagines Clary would love that, knowing the power she has over him. Her first time doing it and he'd be wrecked because it's her, all because of feelings that go deeper than attraction. ]
You'd get my fingers too, I promise. Anything for my girl...
[ His girl? Shit, where did that come from? Horny rambling, that's all that was...
Hearing her sound so close just brings him closer to the edge, especially when she says the magic word. ] Don't clean yourself up before I come over. I wanna see the evidence, run my fingers through it, taste you...
I always like making you come first but fuck, Clary, I can't hold on. I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come so damn hard thinking about you, I–
[ No more words, just the slick sounds of his hand she might be able to hear over a long, drawn-out moan. ]
[ My girl. Even with her arousal-fogged brain, her focus so completely on how close she is, those words still register, and while it would be easy to brush aside as a slip of the tongue or even just a playful thing, like her calling him a sex guru, she finds herself hoping it's more than that. She likes the idea so much, in fact, that it's enough to push her over the edge.
Bellamy may not realize it, though, as he continues speaking (and the rest of what he says, not to mention the sound of his moan, is just as good) and she's unable to form words at all. Even her own moan is disjointed, more of a gasping whine than anything as she tries to prolong her orgasm she knows he can.
Unfortunately she's never been capable of doing that, the sensisitiviy of her body too much to draw it out, so it's only moments later that she collpases against her bed and all he can hear for a while is her labored breathing and quiet, staifised hums.
Then, after she's managed to mostly catch her breath again: ] Your girl, huh? [ Her smile is obvious in her tone and maybe she shouldn't draw attention to it, maybe it was just him rambling, but she likes the sound of it. ]
[ There's a lot of breathing on Bellamy's end too, smiling to himself, her face as clear as day in his head as to what she looks like post-orgasm (because he's seen her in that state so many times now). Then she repeats back what he blurted out and she obviously can't see him - thank god it's not a video call - but he's actually blushing (just a little) right now. ]
Did I say that? I don't remember...
[ Of course he remembers. He's just embarrassed by how much 'my girl' sounds the total opposite of playing it cool, which is what he's been trying to do with her (and failing). ]
That wasn't me trying to stake my claim on you or anything. [ Hopefully she didn't read it that way. Nobody belongs to anyone here. It's not the place to settle down with someone. They'll be gone from this place any day now... ] I know you're not my anything.
[ It's not the place to settle down and she knows that, yet she's also painfully aware of how much Bellamy's come to mean to her, how much the thought of either of them leaving — for the day after they've spent the night together or from the island completely — brings her genuine pain. Pain that conflicts with her need to get home and save her mom, but pain nonetheless.
There's a moment or two of silence as she weighs how she wants to respond to that, eventually broken up by the sound of her shifting and settling at the head of her bed, back pressed to the wall behind her. ]
I don't mind, Bellamy. [ Him calling her that, him staking a claim on her... Any of it. ] I just thought it was cute. [ It was far more than just cute considering how it made her feel, but even if she can't see him, it's pretty clear he's backpedaling. Which admittedly hurts a little, that he won't just own it, but she can deal. ]
[ Something in her voice makes him feel like he said the wrong thing, even though he thought he was doing right by her saying she didn't belong to him. He can feel the high from his climax fading quickly at the thought of disappointing her somehow.
'My girl' came from somewhere. A part of him must want it - to keep calling her that - but the rest of him feels like it would be a bad idea. It'd be the start of going down a path he can't see ending without them both getting hurt...
(As if it doesn't hurt already, knowing his days are probably numbered with this girl who brings out the happiest version of himself.) ]
I probably shouldn't call you that again, though. [ Shouldn't, not I don't want to. ] Even if we're both comfortable with it. [ He swallows awkwardly. Did he ruin the mood? It definitely feels like he did. ]
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[ It's amazing she can remember the things they talk about in the middle of sex as well as she does. ]
Yeah, it would. Especially if you watched me use it. Or even used it on me, maybe.
[ She's aware that the point is for her to have something that fills her as well as he does when he's not around, but she vaguely remembers talk of him using a toy and his mouth on her at the same time. ]
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We could do a lot with it. But I wouldn't want you to play with it too much. I'd get jealous. Plus squeezing around a toy doesn't have the same impact as doing it around my cock.
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No, it definitely doesn't.
[ Clary idly wonders if it's just the toy he'd get jealous of, or if he's just saying it to tease her, because there's definitely more to be jealous of than just that. ]
Are you jealous of the fingers I have buried inside me right now? I keep curling them, trying to hit that spot that your cock finds every time, but it's not working. :(
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He also finds her use of smiley faces cute even while she's being sexy with her words. ]
You're never gonna reach that spot yourself, but it's okay. I will later. Over and over again. Just concentrate on your clit. Think of my tongue against it.
I never thought I'd get this hard from talking about sex rather than actually doing it, but I'm picturing you riding me, reverse cowgirl, looking back over your shoulder at me, hands in your hair. Effortlessly hot.
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Where would your hands be? On my hips to guide me when I ride you slow and hard, purposefully trying to drive you crazy? Or maybe just gripping my ankles as you let me take control this time?
[ Not that she would expect - or even want - him to relinquish control for very long, of course. ]
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It'd be fun for you to take control for a little while, but we both know your favorite way to come is when I'm in charge. Your hips, your ankles, your ass, your hair - my hands would be everywhere on you.
I've got a tight grip on myself but it doesn't feel nearly as good as you.
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My favorite way to come is actually around your cock, but with you in charge is a close second. They do tend to go hand-in-hand a lot, though. [ She's cheeky, even when she's sexting. ]
Just imagine it's my hand around you, that I'm stretched out naked beside you and kissing you as I stroke your cock. I bet you'd have a hand on my ass or between my legs and the other in my hair.
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[ She's cute when she's being cheeky. ]
Can I think about you kissing my cock? Stroking it with your tongue?
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Maybe a few. One of them, in particular, also may have made an appearance in my fantasies since I found it. It's a lot like our first time when you pulled my legs up onto your shoulders. [ Which might actually be part of the draw if she's being honest. ] Only one leg goes up, though. The other goes beneath you, putting me as a slight angle. I bet you would feel amazing like that, and I'd be spread wide for you.
[ It's a stupid name, though, splitting bamboo. And maybe her description isn't the best, but she'd be more than happy to take him to the library sometime to show him the visual reference before they try it. ]
Like you aren't already. ;) Do you think you could keep your eyes open to watch as I take it slowly into my mouth, teasing every inch with my tongue as I go?
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I like watching you, you know I do. I'd want your gaze on me while you do it because I can't get enough of those eyes.
Would you want me to take control at some point? To hold your face and fuck that pretty mouth of yours?
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[ She'd never given much thought to that area being an erogenous zone, but she's also fairly certain that Bellamy's mouth on any part of her when she orgasms would make it all the more intense. ]
I always want you to take control. That would give me a chance to touch myself, too, because I don't think I could stand not having something inside of me at that point. Either my fingers or that toy, if you get it for me.
God, definitely the toy. Just the thought of that almost made me come. But I don't want to until I know you're close, too.
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I'm definitely getting you that toy, but you can only think about me when you use it.
Do you want me to switch to audio so you can hear how close I am? [ It's getting harder to type anyway. ] I bet hearing my voice would make you come so much harder.
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[ As if she needed anything more than simply knowing he wanted it... ]
I promise. You and nothing but you.
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Are you arching your hips off your bed for me? [ He can picture her doing that clearly in his mind because he's seen her do it before, chasing more of his mouth, or his cock - or one day, a toy. ]
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I am now. It was too hard to type like that earlier. [ Her voice, likewise, is a bit breathless and desperate, with an edge of something akin to bashfulness. Sexting or talking while they're together is one thing; dirty talk over essentially a phone call is a little less in her comfort zone, as it requires more specific details. But she's not going to let that stop her, not with Bellamy, not with how close they both are. ] I can't decide if I want — [ She pauses abruptly and sucks in a sharp gasp, then continues after a moment. ] If I want to give my clit or my breasts attention. Which would you prefer?
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There's something about hearing her talk about areas of her body that makes him groan aloud, tightening his hand around himself. Sure they've talked sexy to each other before, both in person and by text, but rarely does he hear her mention specific parts of her body out loud. ]
You're asking me to choose between your clit and your breasts? When you know I appreciate both? [ He doesn't want to choose. ] Why not both? Or is that too much for you right now? If it is, focus on your breasts for now. Push them together for me. [ He waits a moment and she'll be able to hear his slick hand movements while it's quiet on his end. ] I'm thinking about my cock sliding between them one day...
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You could come all over the runes on my chest then, make a mess and then go down on me before we get in the shower. [ One fantastic thing about the bracelets is that Clary can have both hands busy without getting a kink in her neck from holding a phone to her ear with a shoulder. It also means that in a moment of silence on her end, between a couple gasps of pleasure, he can hear similar sounds on her end, though for slightly different reasons. ] And I can't do both because I'm fingering myself with one hand. I know you told me to focus on my clit earlier but I needed to feel something inside of me. But I've got my breasts pressed together now, imagining what it would feel like to have your cock there. I've never done that before.
[ Which is probably not surprising considering her limited experience before coming here. Before Bellamy. ]
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[ He hisses in a breath, like he was so close to coming just then from thinking about the glistening mess he'd make on her chest. ]
You'd be a natural at it like everything you've tried for the first time with me... You'd have to get my cock wet first. [ He imagines she'd know exactly how to do that. ] Then there's one thing I want you to remember to do for me... Open your mouth, so every time my cock glides between your breasts, the tip of my cock touches your tongue. Will you do that for me? Will you remember?
[ Of course she will - it's Clary. She always remembers everything he says. ]
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God— [ It's her turn to suck in a sharp breath, surprised by how much the thought turns her on considering the position would mostly be for Bellamy's pleasure (though she has no doubt he'd more than make it up to her after). But maybe that's why it turns her on so much, just like knowing how much he wants her does. ] Yeah. Yes, I'll remember. I can't wait to taste you as I squeeze my breasts around you. I want your hands on me, too, though. Do you think you could finger me at the same time? Tease me in time with the thrusts of your hips? [ The last part of that comes out a little strangled, her question ending in a gasping moan. ]
I'm so close, Bellamy. Make me come for you. [ Nevermind that he hasn't had a chance to answer her questions. ] Please.
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You'd get my fingers too, I promise. Anything for my girl...
[ His girl? Shit, where did that come from? Horny rambling, that's all that was...
Hearing her sound so close just brings him closer to the edge, especially when she says the magic word. ] Don't clean yourself up before I come over. I wanna see the evidence, run my fingers through it, taste you...
I always like making you come first but fuck, Clary, I can't hold on. I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come so damn hard thinking about you, I–
[ No more words, just the slick sounds of his hand she might be able to hear over a long, drawn-out moan. ]
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Bellamy may not realize it, though, as he continues speaking (and the rest of what he says, not to mention the sound of his moan, is just as good) and she's unable to form words at all. Even her own moan is disjointed, more of a gasping whine than anything as she tries to prolong her orgasm she knows he can.
Unfortunately she's never been capable of doing that, the sensisitiviy of her body too much to draw it out, so it's only moments later that she collpases against her bed and all he can hear for a while is her labored breathing and quiet, staifised hums.
Then, after she's managed to mostly catch her breath again: ] Your girl, huh? [ Her smile is obvious in her tone and maybe she shouldn't draw attention to it, maybe it was just him rambling, but she likes the sound of it. ]
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Did I say that? I don't remember...
[ Of course he remembers. He's just embarrassed by how much 'my girl' sounds the total opposite of playing it cool, which is what he's been trying to do with her (and failing). ]
That wasn't me trying to stake my claim on you or anything. [ Hopefully she didn't read it that way. Nobody belongs to anyone here. It's not the place to settle down with someone. They'll be gone from this place any day now... ] I know you're not my anything.
[ Apart from the obvious - his friend.]
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There's a moment or two of silence as she weighs how she wants to respond to that, eventually broken up by the sound of her shifting and settling at the head of her bed, back pressed to the wall behind her. ]
I don't mind, Bellamy. [ Him calling her that, him staking a claim on her... Any of it. ] I just thought it was cute. [ It was far more than just cute considering how it made her feel, but even if she can't see him, it's pretty clear he's backpedaling. Which admittedly hurts a little, that he won't just own it, but she can deal. ]
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'My girl' came from somewhere. A part of him must want it - to keep calling her that - but the rest of him feels like it would be a bad idea. It'd be the start of going down a path he can't see ending without them both getting hurt...
(As if it doesn't hurt already, knowing his days are probably numbered with this girl who brings out the happiest version of himself.) ]
I probably shouldn't call you that again, though. [ Shouldn't, not I don't want to. ] Even if we're both comfortable with it. [ He swallows awkwardly. Did he ruin the mood? It definitely feels like he did. ]
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