trashchildren | For Joan

Her laughter is pretty much the best sound in the world, and he smiles happily against her skin, reassured and spurred on. He helps with pushing the skirt and leggings out of the way, without really looking, as he's busy kissing his way down her collarbone, tasting her skin.

He runs his hands over her sides, reaching up to cup her boobs, then down again to grasp the inside of her thigh, as he kisses her breast, running his lips across her nipple. Paying close attention to her every reaction, figuring out what she likes and what she doesn't like, so he can make her feel as good as possible.

She's utterly unsurprised that he's so attentive, so focused on pleasuring her. He's the sort of man who takes great pleasure in the happiness of others, and she loves him for it.

His lips feel amazing on her nipple, and she moans softly, arching her back a bit to chase that sensation, her hips likewise yearning upward ever so slightly, tantalized by the presence of that hand on her thigh.

Ted responds to both the moan and the arching, focusing more on that, and his hand moving upwards along the inside of her thigh. He lifts his head a little to watch her as he presses his palm up against her crotch, rubbing against her.

"Would you like me to go down on you?" he asks quietly, voice a deep rumble of desire.

For all that Ted can be shy and embarrassed around flirting and sex, when he's actually doing it, he's far too focused and devoted to be embarrassed by it.

She gasps softly as his hand presses between her legs, and moans as he rubs her, biting her lip. He can doubtless feel how hot and wet she is, already deeply aroused.

Joan can't help but be a little surprised at how forthright he is, much more used to shy and awkward Ted. But both the question and the voice, deep and yet still pure Kansas, are devastatingly sexy.

"God yes," she replies, her own voice heavy with need. "Please."

Ted smiles warmly, moving down a little and leans his head down again to kiss at her stomach, trailing a path of kisses down to her hipbone as he moves his hand away again, to reach up and pull down her underwear.

"Tell me how you like it. Let me know what you want more of," he requests, then reaches over for her hands, so he can lift them to his hair, so she can direct him how she wants. He finds it far easier to do a good job when he knows what he's doing right. And he also finds it really sexy to be asked for things.

She bends her knees and lets them fall open, opening herself to him. She smiles as he places her hands in his hair, and strokes it first before sliding her fingers into it.

"Start slow," she murmurs. "Lick me gently."

Ted obliges, though he kisses his way down there first. He gives a soft sound of approval once he gives the first lick, enjoying the taste of her. He takes his time as he uses his mouth and lips, his hands on the insides of her thighs, rubbing circles on her skin with his thumbs.

This, at least, is something he's actually done quite a lot over the years, and he very much enjoys doing. And he finds it exciting to discover exactly what Joan responds to, what things manage to pull those sounds from her.

He's so good at this. Joan lets herself sink into the sensation. He's so attentive and responsive that instead of using words to tell him what feels good, what she wants, she communicates with him with her gasps and cries and moans, with the flexing of her hips and the tightening of her hands in his hair.

Ted's grateful for effective communication and vocal response. It's basically the best reward, those sounds from her as he makes her squirm with his mouth, licking and sucking. Eventually he gets his fingers involved too, as there's only so much he can reach with his tongue, and he wants to drive her over the edge.

Oh god, when those fingers slide inside her it's almost unbearable. It's only a moment of his mouth and fingers working in concert before Joan's body arches as she comes, crying out his name.

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.

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