trashchildren | For Joan

She comes down from the climax, soft and relaxed in the afterglow. She lifts a hand to pet his hair, her fingers trembling again, her body wrung of what strength it had. She has no regrets.

"First of all," she murmurs with a smile, "I love you so much. Second, you are amazingly good at that."

Ted glows at the praise, so happy he can do this for her. "Thank you. I love you too," he answers happily, enjoying the hand in his hair. He shifts a bit to lie down next to her, resting his head against her chest.

"I didn't know you liked that so much," he says, still gently caressing her breast, circling his fingertips around her nipple. She has really lovely breasts that fit very nicely in his hands, and he's very happy to give them attention. "I can't wait to find out more things you like," he adds with a smile.

Joan continues to stroke his hair, enjoying his warmth and closeness, as well as his continued caress.

"Mmm," she hums. "I'm really looking forward to finding out what you like, too." She smiles. "I want to explore with you."

"Me too," he agrees, smiling against her skin. They've gotten to a point where they're both pretty confident and good at making the other feel good. So they can at least be sure in that, and then maybe try other things as well, and still have a good time regardless of whether the experiment is a success or not.

"I like trying new things," he adds. Which is true for life in general. Right now is probably not the best time to experiment, what with their physical conditions, but it's still nice to talk about.

"It's one of the things I love about you," Joan says with a smile, turning her head to press a kiss to his hair. He loves learning new things and trying new things, and his openness to experience is refreshing, even invigorating.

"You know," she says with a suggestive smile, "we're not quite done yet."

"Oh, I haven't forgotten," he answers with a warm chuckle. It would be difficult to. His arousal is somewhat dormant, but it is still very much present. He just wants to make sure she's doing alright, since this is the first time they've done this since the gala.

"How are you doing?" he asks, pushing himself up onto an elbow. "Hope I didn't wear you out completely," he adds with a soft (and somewhat cheeky) smile.

"Not completely," she says with a smile. "I might not be able to do much, though." Her smile widens mischievously. "I could lie back and think of England," she teases.

Ted laughs at that phrase, though he gets her meaning. He's very okay with that. He can make sure she gets some enjoyment out of that as well, rather than just waiting for him to get it over with. (Though he knows that's not what she's doing - she seems to get the same kind of pleasure from making him come, as he does for her.)

"Well, I hope England gets you real excited then," he teases back, and leans over to give her a soft and loving kiss. Just taking a moment before they get all hot and bothered again, to just have a moment to be sweet and gentle.

Joan absolutely loves watching Ted come. It gives her such satisfaction to see him satisfied. She knows he'll also have her pleasure in mind, though.

"It's growing on me," she laughs as he leans in, and kisses him back with a hum, enjoying the moment. She loves him so much.

He just kisses her for a bit, gently caressing her body, her neck, her side, her breasts, his hand just idly wandering. Then he reaches down and pushes his sweatpants and boxers down a bit, though not bothering to properly remove them just yet. His erection has flagged a bit, so they need to do something about that before he can put on a condom, but that probably won't be too difficult.

He gently takes Joan's hand, lifting it to his cock and wrapping her fingers around it, keeping his hand on hers. He's lying down on his side, so that she doesn't need to use any strength to keep her hand up, which is also why he's helping her. It's both a request, and a way to help her pleasure him with her limited strength.

Joan lets him take her hand, and smiles as he wraps it around himself. She had thought of suggesting that he stroke himself as she watches, since she's not sure she can do it herself. This is a good compromise. She loves touching him like this, loves pleasuring him, and doing it with his help is a lovely sort of intimate.

"I love you," she whispers as she begins to gently move her hand.

Ted moans gently, and more breathes 'you too' in return than he actually says it. His eyes flutter closed as he takes a moment to just soak in the feeling, which is very rapidly reminding his body of that built-up need inside him. Even with him guiding, it's much better when it's her hand than his own.

It doesn't take too long before he stops her though, since he doesn't want it to go too far like this. He leans over and gives her a quick kiss and a smile - he's already a bit flushed, his pupils dilated - and reaches over for the condom. That part at least he can do for himself. He also finally slips out of his pants and underwear, though it's a little fiddly with the cast.

Then at last he moves into position, spreading her legs for her so she doesn't even need to do that, kneeling between them. He takes a moment to sit there, looking down at her, just taking the sight of her in.

"You're so beautiful.." he says softly, and even if he hadn't said it, his face would've said it for him.

He is so beautiful when he's in pleasure, and Joan gazes at his face as she strokes him, the sight and sound of him causing her own arousal to re-kindle. When he stops her she kisses him back, returning the smile, and shifts a little so she's comfortable on her back, looking up at him with a soft smile and lightly flushed cheeks. She lets him spread her legs, putting herself in his gentle, caring hands.

She smiles at the comment and at that adoring expression on his face. "You're incredible," she replies just as softly, and she means it in so many ways.

He smiles bashfully at the compliment, and leans over her to kiss her again. He reaches down to adjust his erection, though rather than pushing inside her, he rests it on top of her clitoris, leaning down and grinding slowly against her. He bites his lip to quiet the moan he can't help but give.

Joan draws a breath as he begins grinding against her clit, pleasantly surprised. Her eyes drift closed for a moment, sighing out that breath in a soft moan. Then she opens her eyes to gaze up at this man, her lover, her beloved. She rocks her hips, just slightly, not able to do a lot but wanting to do what she can to grind back against him.

Ted smiles, already breathing a little harder, locking eyes with her. Both of them just watching the pleasure they give to one another as they find a steady rhythm, enjoying the little sounds they both make.

He knows if he had just gone straight to the 'think of England' part, he likely would've had trouble holding on long enough for her to come as well. And he really likes coming at the same time as well, when they both get completely lost in each other.

He leans over a little to hold himself up on just the one elbow, so he can use his hand to touch her body, touching along her side, her stomach, her chest. He ends there, starting to massage her breast in time with the grinding. And then, wanting to see how effective it is even if he doesn't use his mouth, he pinches her nipple.

Joan really likes to come with him as well, sharing in that bliss, bodies and hearts entwined. The dynamic is one of the things that is so different from sex with "exercise partners." The pleasure of her partners mattered to Joan, but only out of a sense of fairness, a desire that both she and the partner got what they wanted and needed out of the encounter. With Ted, his pleasure is her pleasure, and vice versa. They take such joy in each other, and wanting to come together isn't only a question of fairness, it's a question of love.

Joan settles a hand on Ted's shoulder, and hums with pleasure as he touches her, the hum becoming a soft moan as he massages her breast.

Then he pinches her nipple and she gasps, her hand tightening on his shoulder and her hips pressing up hard against him for a moment.

Ted gasps softly at the increased pressure as she bucks her hips, and he smiles. He's definitely going to be using that from now on. Like how she always likes it when he kisses certain parts of her neck - he likes to know all her sensitive spots.

It's already getting to be pretty intense for him, small involuntary sounds dragged out of him as he rubs against her, so he sits back, still wanting to take his time a little.

He doesn't stop touching her though, using both hands now to massage her upper body, then moving down her hips, then thighs. He shifts back further, then leans down to kiss the inside of her thigh, licking and gently nibbling at her skin, until his mouth finally moves to her clit, licking and sucking. He doesn't plan to make her come like this, but he wants to make sure she's fairly close. And he wants to taste her.

She sighs with pleasure as he moves down her body, and her smile widens as she realizes exactly where he's headed. When he gets there, his lips and tongue touching her clit, she cries out softly, then laughs a little.

"I thought we were going to make you come," she teases, fully understanding his intentions

He laughs against her skin, and looks up at her. "Well, in my defence, you're very distracting," he answers with a grin, then kisses the inside of her thigh.

"Besides..." he says, still looking up at her, and reaches out with two fingers and starts rubbing circles just around her clit. "If you have any complaints, I'd love to hear them," he teases, smiling up at her.

She laughs at his teasing, fully enjoying the banter, even as the pause in his attentions is now making her ache in need.

"No complaints," she says, her tone playfully casual even as her hips shift involuntarily, yearning toward those fingers. "You can keep doing what you were doing if you want." Like she doesn't really care, even if her wetness and heat and yearning tell a much different tale.

"Yeah, I'll consider it," he answers mirroring her tone of playful casualness. He lets the moment drag out just a little bit, giving her just that little bit of touch, just to intensify that yearning and ache.

And then he does return to it, though there's no slow ramp up this time, just immediately giving her the full attention of his mouth.

And then he pulls back again, letting her catch her breath for a moment, as he reaches down to gently stroke himself a bit, biting his lip, making sure his yearning is similarly great. (It is.)

That pause gets her giggling, and with every moment he waits, every moment her yearning intensifies, the giggling grows until she's laughing. And then when his mouth returns to her clit she's laughing and moaning at the same time, her back arched slightly and her head back, reaching down with one trembling hand to touch his hair.

Then he stops, and despite her need being near maddening she's grateful for the moment to catch her breath. She looks down her body at him, and smiles to watch him preparing himself, loving the sight of him touching himself, as well as the sight of that hard cock that shows her he's just as needy as she is.

If there's anything Ted thinks is extremely underappreciated about sex, it's laughing. Regardless of the reason, as long as you're laughing together. Whether it's because something silly or awkward happened, or because you're playing around, or because you're just so happy about being together. Hearing Joan laugh just fills him with joy. Especially when it's mixed with moans of pleasure.

"I love you so much," he says, voice breathy with both affection and arousal. He moves up, needing to kiss her, almost more than he needs to be inside her.

Though he still needs that quite a bit too, so while he kisses her, he reaches down to get into position. And as he thrusts inside her, he moans deeply into her mouth. The sensation is almost overwhelming, and he has to stay there to steady himself, breath shuddering a little.

Joan has never had this much laughter, nor this much joy, in her sex life. Nor in her romantic relationships in general, really. Ted brings it out in her. He makes her so happy, in so many ways.

"I love you too," she responds, gazing into his eyes, her own shining. When he moves up to kiss her she lifts her hands to cup his cheeks, wanting so badly to hold his face as they kiss, even if her fingers tremble with the effort.

Then he thrusts into her, and she moans along with him, the feeling causing her muscles to flutter around his cock, a small orgasm just from the intensity of penetration after being made so sensitive.

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