suicidemission | OPEN RP

There would be little protest found from her, in any other circumstance. Being pounded into the mattress, her legs in the air, his breath on her skin, it's exhilarating and so good, as she's been discovering. But riding him slow in public, in the wide open air, it's something too.

"Nobody will buy it," she murmurs it against his lips. "One look at your face, they'll know."

"Guess I better hide it," he hisses, dipping his head forward to bury his face between her breasts, breathing hot and damp against the fabric of her dress where it meets her skin.

His hips snap up and he jerks her down and he's trying not to rip her dress but God, does he want to.

"Ohgod," is breathed out into the open air, loud enough that anyone in a hundred feet radius would hear it; blissfully, they're alone with just the possibility of stray dog-walkers coming onto them.

He jerks up and she snaps her hips down, holds him there with a tight grip. "This was a miscalculation," she laughs, presses her lips into his hair but keeps rocking her hips, less subtle and more frantic. "I'd love to be naked right now..."

"It was," he breathes, laughing a little with her, hands tight on her hips before his arms circle around her frame and pull her close.

"And I wish you were, love."

She groans at that petname; he gives it often and without holding back, now, and she believes it and lets it grow roots inside her. "Keep going," she murmurs against his temples, closing her eyes from the sensations when she finds one angle that sends her pulse racing.

Plese, Mako. Like he's even going to stop.

He is going to work a hand between them and touch her, massage her clit and kiss her as he does it, teeth dragging over her lower lip.

"Chuck!" she manages to get out, breath stuttering against his teeth when he kisses her, and her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt on his back. "S-someone will...haa - notice..."

"...Do you care?"

He smirks, bucking his hips up, jerking her down, thumb pressing against that sweet little nub.

"Tell me, love -- do you?"

"Nnn - no," she manages to breathe out, a fire spreading through her veins starting from where he's rubbing her clit. It makes the rhythm of her hips stuttered, frantic, uncoordinated. He makes her lose control, like he would've likely made her lose it when they hadn't been friends at all, but rivals.

It's different now. It's - more. She forgets about covering herself for a moment and lifts her hips until he's almost out, sinking down harder than before. "I don't - " Pause, long enough for her hands to find his cheeks. "Want - to share - y-you."

He cries out when she does that, pulls so far away then sinks back down, has him shuddering and clutching at her, digging fingers roughly in.

"You won't," he hisses, slamming her back down, "you won't have to share me, love--"

Sometimes, he said that petname with such conviction that it made this experiment stop being an experiment (in seeing how long until they bit and snapped at each other again) and start taking the shape of what it was. And Mako believed it, all one syllable of it, which was at times terrifying.

So she crushes his mouth to his before he finishes the promise, silences the proclamations he's ready to make.

Maybe it's for the best she shuts him up, because in the middle of passionate fucking like this there's no telling what he'll say.

So instead he kisses her hard and fucks her harder, intent on dragging a cry out of her regardless of where they happen to be.

Another day, in another place, she might surprise them both and be the one to say it first. But for now, silent and kissing her is how she wants him, silent as he could be while groaning against her mouth. She's not a saint about it either, the sounds she drowns into each kiss devastated and filthy in spite of being low.

And the thing that won't lie is her body's tight grip around his cock, the fluttering of her walls as he spirals them closer - or her, at least. The added danger of doing this in public, of breaking so many rules together and being so reckless, only stokes up the fire.

That's part of the allure, really -- that they're in public, he's fucking Mako Mori in public, and it's so taboo that it gets him hard and eager and a little rough.

Noises he makes are muffled against her lips and he nips her lightly, then sucks sharply on her tongue, groan swallowed up in the hungry kiss.

Barely muffled against her lips. Barely muffled, and neither are hers. The frantic way she moves her hips, the moment just before she pulls away to see if anyone's in sight before she rides him fast and hard for a few blissful seconds -

- and slows down again. "Shhh," she laughsighs against the corner of his mouth.

"Don't shh me," he mumbles back, lips pulling up though he's panting because fuck damn, she's driving him wild and if she does that a few more times he's gonna end up fucking coming like a preteen.

Still makes her laugh, her muscles clenching up with the motion, until one laugh turns into a groan turns into a grunt turns into Mako steadying her hips down against him because that was one hell of a forewarning shudder.

She'd like nothing more than to push him down on the grass and ride him like that again, but their circumstances don't allow for it. Instead, she rocks her hips gently back and forth, squeezing him tight and greedy. "Look - ah - at you, Chuck, it's like...you want...to get caught..."

He groans at that, fucking hell, Mako.

"Well." He gasps between pants and a chuckle, "certainly makes for a bit of a thrill, doesn't it?"

"Never had you pegged," she lies, laughing against his mouth as she continues and struggles to keep moving. It's difficult business, when they're in public and all she wants is to screw his brains out.

Being Mako is suffering.

What a hard life indeed.

He bucks up against her, slamming inside of her with a snort - punishment for that little lie.

Such a choked moan there has never been, so shocked and wanton, curled around her throat like a noose. "Ghhn - Chuck, come...on..."

He makes a noise that mimics and rivals her own, slams into her again, bucks his hips up and fucks into her as rough and deep as he can in this position, fingers dropping to her hips to keep her steady.

It's very likely that there's nobody trailing them, nobody watching them, nobody walking near them in the park at this hour, and if they were, well - there's not a lot of dirt to be gathered on the heroes of the world, no matter what they might get up to doing, so - it doesn't really matter.

So she does groan, she does grunt and huff and moan, does whimper above him and lets him take the lead for a while, until sweat beads up beneath her dress, and she is so slick that every thrust makes the lewdest of noises.

She's fucking amazing, everything about her. And oh god does he want her to come like this, right here in the open, because of him. It makes him move quicker, thrusting up into her, panting noisily against her lips, fingers digging, pulling, teeth nipping.

"C'mon," he hisses into her mouth, lips curved up, jerking her tight to him, angling himself to thrust deeper.

It generally takes longer than this for her, but today it works. Slow and hard and followed by a frenzy and a struggle to keep this tryst subtle when she feels the same need to be spread under him or ride him faster than this. But for now, this is it.

She lets out a strangled gasp, her hands somehow finding his face, cupping it with both palms, fingers under his ears, forehead pressed to his and eyes wide mouth wide lungs wide - and - "Haah--" goes.

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