trashchildren | For Joan

Ted has to stop himself from smiling when she comes, contracting around his fingers, just so he can continue doing what he's doing until she's properly done, not stopping until she actually pushes him away.

Oh god, it's so intense, completely overloading her system, she can barely breathe as wave after wave roll over her, obliterating everything but this sheer ecstasy...

Then it's too much, and she pushes him away, panting, her body trembling.

Ted sits up when she pushes him away, smiling happily, watching her for just a moment, before returning to gently kissing at her upper body. He shifts up to lie next to her, softly running his hands across her skin as she regains her breath, just gentle affectionate touches.

His gentleness and affection are so him, attentive even after the point when many men would consider their job done. And god she loves him for it.

Once she's regained enough of her breath and senses, she rolls toward him, cups his cheek, and kisses him.

"That was amazing," she breathes against his lips. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he answers quietly, smiling and looking at her with such admiration. Happy to have made her feel so good, and to get to see her like this.

He's not even that aroused anymore, fulfilled by watching her and content to just lie here, skin against skin, until she has to go, if that's what she wants.

She enjoys the moment, feeling warm and sated and cared for in the arms of this incredible man.

After a minute she lifts her face and kisses him, gentle and slow, then pulls back to meet his eyes.

"How can I return the favor?" she asks with a smile.

"You don't have to," he answers, in case she's mostly saying it out of a sense of responsibility. (Although he hopes she knows him well enough to know that he wouldn't actually feel cheated or anything like that if she didn't.)

"I mean, getting to do that was pretty amazing for me too," he adds with a smile. It's not even a justification, it's just true.

There is a touch of responsibility, not based on what he thinks in particular but on a general sense of fairness. But that's not the only, or even the biggest, reason why.

"I want to," she says, then smiles. "I want to see and hear you come."

Alright, so even just hearing her say that is pretty arousing in and of itself, and Ted blushes a little.

"Well, then, by all means," he answers after a moment, smiling and not sure what else to say. As for how exactly, he doesn't necessarily have any strong preferences, nor is he particularly good at making requests of that kind.

She notes the return of a touch of his shyness,and it totally makes sense that he's confident in what he does for others and hesitant in what he wants or needs for himself. So many people would take advantage of that. Joan's instinct is to care for him, protect him.

She smiles and leans in to kiss him as she begins to tug down his plaid boxers.

Ted kisses her back happily, lifting his hips a little to let her take his boxers off. He doesn't have an erection anymore, but at this point it's rapidly coming back. He's just going to let her take the lead now, as he's pretty sure he'll enjoy whatever she decides to do.

Joan doesn't focus on his cock at first. Instead she takes her time kissing him and touching him. His cheek, his neck, his chest, brushing over his nipples with her thumb.

Her lips still on his, she moves to lie on top of him.

Yup, he's already enjoying it. She clearly isn't in a rush either, and it feels so nice to be focus of her attention like this, her wanting him to feel good. No matter where she touches, it just feels good to have her hands on him.

He makes a pleased noise when she moves on top of him, the light pressure and friction against his cock already making him excited. Wrapping his arms around her and smiling against her mouth, he lets his hands glide across her back, enjoying the softness of her skin, coming to rest on her butt. She has a very nice butt. Just like all of her is nice.

She loves that pleased noise, and echoes it when his hands find her butt. His hands feel so good on her, and her own arousal is perking again at the sensation.

She takes a moment to just gently grind against him, her pelvis pressed to his, giving him that pressure and friction he's responded so well to.

"Oh boy..." he murmurs, voice breathy as she grinds against him. Yup. Yeah, alright. Particularly coherent thought is already on their way out the window.

"Um, I've got, uh..." he says, letting go of her with one hand to gesture over at the nightstand. He forgot the word for condoms. They are edging dangerously close to probably needing them, and Ted has no idea if Joan is on any sort of birth control or anything like that, since they haven't really discussed it.

Joan is on birth control and gets regularly tested, considering her occasional and varied "exercise partners." And they should probably have that conversation sometime soon, so that they can decide together if they want to forego condoms next time.

But for this time, condoms are definitely a good idea.

"Got it," she says with a smile, reaching over for the drawer and retrieving one. She wonders when he bought these. Did he purchase them with this possibility in mind? Or is he basically an adult boy scout and always prepared.

She pushes herself up to kneeling, straddling his hips, condom in hand, and looks down at him, eyes on his.

"Is this what you want?" she asks softly, wanting to make sure.

Ted is definitely an adult boy scout in a lot of ways, but he also had specifically made sure he had some and that they weren't expired when he started dating Joan. (He hadn't had any when he slept with Sassy, but she did.)

He watches her straddle him in anticipation, and... the question really surprises him. He doesn't know that he's been asked that in this situation before. Of course, he's had all of two sexual partners in about a decade, so.

"Uh, yes," he answers after a moment, when he remembers how to use words. If not eloquent, it's definitely emphatic. "I mean, yeah, I, absolutely, yes," he continues, nodding, a little bit rambling, but definitely not unsure. Mentally he's thinking that; of course he does, look at her, she's amazing, this is great, he's really excited to do this with her. But he doesn't quite have the wherewithal to elaborate currently.

She smiles at his answer, and the smile widens with amusement at his excited rambling. It's a big step, and Joan wants to be sure that he's sure.

"I'm glad," she answers, her eyes shining and her smile fond. "I want this too."

She tears the condom pouch open and removes it, then leans down to kiss him as she rolls it over his cock.

Ted might not have known Joan for that long, but he does feel like he knows her fairly well already, and more importantly, he really cares about her. And he will continue to care about her tomorrow; this isn't some kind of one-night-stand that might make him anxious. It's the start of something. And while he wouldn't have minded waiting, he also certainly doesn't mind doing it now.

Her smiling down at him like that makes him feel warm inside in multiple ways. He rests his hands on her arms, closing his eyes to kiss her back. His breath hitches a bit as she puts the condom on him, and his hips arch a little up against her, eager to be touched more.

She feels she knows him fairly well, too. For Joan, caring isn't typically a prerequisite for sex. Respect, yes. An understanding of mutual pleasure, yes. But not caring. This is different. Joan cares about Ted, deeply. She wants this to be pleasurable, but it's more than that. She knows it's more for him, and it's more for her, too. It's a union, not just of their bodies but of their hearts, their souls.

Joan breaks the kiss, and moves to position the head of his cock at her entrance. She reaches for his hand, entwining their fingers, and with the other she guides him as she lowers herself, taking him inside with a soft moan.

"Holy smokes.." Ted lets out a shaky sigh, which then turns into a moan. He grips her hand tightly as he takes a moment to get used to the sensation.

Then he gives a soft, rumbly laugh, not because anything is particularly funny, but because he's just so happy and feeling so good.

He's so happy, and that laugh is so heartwarming. Joan can't help but join in softly, squeezing his hand. For a moment she wants to say something, to tell him how she feels, how deeply he is in her heart. But she just can't say the words. So instead she smiles at him, squeezes his hand again, and begins to slowly ride him.

Ted is likewise feeling a lot of things, and utterly incapable of putting them into words at the moment. But that's okay, because they're sharing this moment, and it's wonderful, and it feels extremely good.

He rests his free hand on her thigh, squeezing it a little as she starts to ride him, the sensation incredible, and he watches her through half-lidded eyes. She's so beautiful. He's trying not to get completely overwhelmed immediately, but soon enough he's lifting his hips off the bed to meet her, moaning and already breathless.

Joan is still sensitive from his ministrations, so her own pleasure grows relatively quickly as well, especially at the sight and sound of Ted in his bliss. She speeds up her motions as he begins to thrust into her, her own breath quickened to light panting. She tightens her hand on his and slips the other between her legs to touch herself, biting her lip.

Ted is not usually a quiet individual, and while he tries not to be too noisy - another habit from having kids - it's hard or even impossible to control the moans and whimpers coming out of him.

He's glad she's taking care of her own pleasure, cause Ted has no ability to help beyond what he's already doing right now. He finally closes his eyes, unable to keep them open any longer, leaning his head back.

"Joan, I..." he tries to say, but he can't finish the sentence. The pleasure is building up in his stomach and his thighs, and he's just trying to hang on until she has time to join him.

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