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DROPPING IN | Gwen and Austin

Who: Gwen Morgan-Daniels @gwenmorgandaniels and Austin Fabray When: August 23rd Notes: talks about dropping, cute stuff, sex stuff.

Though she knew she should get up, shower, make herself look sexy and presentable and confident like she always did - Gwen couldn’t find the drive to get out of bed. She had felt fine after Buck had come over to play, but when she woke up this morning, she knew she’d fucked up. The heavy weight on her chest and sense of self hatred was annoyingly familiar. She had barely left her bed, curled in the fluffy covers with Buffy the Vampire Slayer playing softly on her TV. Her hair was in a messy bun, her face pale and eyes red from the occasional crying spells she couldn’t help but have. She knew Austin would be there soon and fuck she didn’t want him to see her like this - but a part of her ached to be caught in his arms like he always did when they drifted off together. Still, when she heard the door open, she buried her face in her pillow, ashamed of how she was acting and how much she hated to admit she needed the man coming to see her.

Austin was more excited than most times when he got off work. He liked the idea of going home and finding Gwen waiting for him instead of his roommate, as much as Austin liked the guy. He walked in to a dimly lit suite. "Miss?" he called out, but didn't hear anything. He pulled a face as he discarded the leftovers he'd brought over onto the counter. "Miss?" he called again as he made his way toward her bedroom, noticing the dim TV light crawling out into the hallway. "Hey, ya feelin' okay?" he asked, finally seeing her form under her stupidly-comfortable blankets and her face buried. "Miss, are ya sick?" he asked, walking over, settling on the edge of the bed closest to her.

Gwen fought back another wave of shame, fiercely ignoring the prickling in her eyes as she made the massive effort to take her face out of the pillow. “Not sick,” she said. “I just - come here.” Gwen lifted the covers. “Please,” she added quietly, not sure she could explain something she didn’t even want to admit to herself. Maybe though, maybe she could admit it to Austin - he wouldn’t think less of her, would he? Not like the others who had observed any kind of weakness in her.

His alarms went off. Something was really off. Out of habit, his eyes darted around the room, looking for potential threats. He knew there wouldn't be, but he couldn't help himself. When she pulled the covers up, he scooted himself next to her, slipping under the covers. One arm snaked under her head, the other resting over her hip. "Alright," he breathed cautiously, "Y'all wanna tell me what's goin on?"

She could feel the lingering tension in his body and she couldn’t blame him. She was being fucking ridiculous. Gwen hated that this happened to her at times, and she should have known better but she made stupid decisions when she was mad at herself. She curled into his arms, swallowing hard, nervous that he would just walk out the door once she spoke. “I dropped,” she finally said, her voice quiet and full of disgust and shame.

He held onto her as tightly as she'd allow, feeling her try to bury herself tighter into him. He didn't even noticed he went tighted when she admitted to him what was going on. He breathed calmly, slowly, just letting her body feel his. "That must be so scary," he finally said simply. He had no idea what this felt like - he didn't think he'd ever dropped before. But, from what he'd learned, it was similar in some ways to a panic attack and that he had plenty of experience with. "When?"

“It’s fucking stupid and I hate it,” she muttered, no venom in her voice, just the same quiet disgust. “This morning when I woke up. I thought I would be fine but I -“ Gwen let out a shaky breath, pressing her face against his shoulder to breathe in the familiar scent of his clothes. It was too easy to confess to him, but there was too much she couldn’t say, couldn’t let slip like this.

Austin rubbed her back, letting her talk through her thoughts, remaining quiet. "Do ya know what caused it?" he asked softly, settling further into the bed, Gwen's body pressed as close to him as she could possibly get. "Or, better yet, what thoughts are goin' on in that pretty head right now?"

It made her want to cry again, how he just snuggled into her and asked all the right things. Why was he so nice to her? She didn’t deserve it. She didn’t deserve him. Explaining why it happened was out of the question. Maybe the second part would be less torturous? “I hate that this happens. I’m not supposed to- be this way. Weak and pathetic,” she muttered, remembering the first sub who had encountered her like this and all but teleported away. “And Im sorry you have to deal with it.”

"Happens?" he caught, "This ain't the first time?" Austin shook his head, putting his fingers under her chin to lift her head gently towards his. "Now, that I ain't gonna stand for Miss," he said seriously, but softly. "Y'all are nothin even close to weak or pathetic and I will kick anyone who's made ya think that right in the throat." His gaze stayed strong, holding hers firmly.

Gwen shook her head but didn’t elaborate. They were times she would rather forget. Her lip trembled a little bit as Austin lifted her head, her brown eyes stinging again. She let out a shaky breath and bit the inside of her lip. “You don’t think I am even with this?”

"Not even a little bit," he said without a waiver in his voice. "Damn miss, y'all put up with my pain in the ass, so that proves how strong ya are," he said, a little to lighten the mood, a little to gage where she was at in the moment. His pinned arm continued to rub against her back as they laid together. He bit his lip when he saw the tears threaten to fall. "Miss, if y'all wanna cry, I'm let ya. And I won't even tell anyone," he smiled sadly.

She let out a watery chuckle, her lips trying to smile but not even close to succeeding. His permission came just in time, everything so overwhelming and ugly inside of her swelling to an unbearable level. Gwen pressed her face to his chest as the tears began to fall, her shoulders shaking in silent sobs, only little ragged breaths breaking the relative quiet of the room and the steady beat of his heart.

"It's going to be okay," he promise quietly, his pinned hand going up from her back and to the back of her head, cradling her against him as she began to fall apart. "There ya go, just let it out," he encouraged, holding her for as long as she was going to let him.

She didn’t know how long she cried into his chest. She didn’t know how she had the tears left honestly. But Austin was holding her, and speaking so softly to her and she felt safe for the first time in a very long time. Which was terrifying in itself - but she didn’t have room in her mind to consider that. Not when he was letting her purge like this, all of the nasty, black feelings she shoved down so hard streaming down her cheeks. Her hands tangled in his shirt, clinging to him. “Don’t leave, okay?” she whispered through her tears, certain she would crumble into nothing if he left now.

He couldn't ignore the familiar feelings of this moment. Of how many times he'd laid exactly like this, his twin brother tight in his arms. Charlie always had a harder time forgetting the things he'd seen Austin suffer at the hands of their father, and Austin was always there for comfort, for support. And in a way, this was no different. He closed his eyes tight at her plea, the words tugging at his heart as he forced himself not to think into them too hard. She wants out, Austin. Don't get attached. "Never, Miss," he whispered softly, placing a kiss to the top of her head. "Hey," he said as she started to calm, "So lemme tell ya a story. Once, long ago, in a stupid little village that was colder longer than it was warm, there lived this fierce warrior Princess. And it was her job to defend all of her precious villiagers from the evil ogre King and Queen who were using that villiage's water to poison everyone in the village," he began softly.

The kiss to her head made her shiver and burrow tighter against him, though it was nearly impossible to. Gwen normally would have scoffed at the offer of a story but now it made her calm even further. The familiar rumble of his voice eased the tightness in her chest. “Why did they want to poison the villagers?” she asked, her grip on his shirt easing into her fingers lightly stroking the material.

"Cos they thought they were better than the villagers and believed if they had all the power over the villagers, they could run the kingdom in their own image," he answered softly, "The ogres believed they could take over the village and later the kingdom if they were able to poison the wells and the villagers with 'em. But this warrior," he said, kissing the top of her head again, "She was smart. And she was charasmatic. She had a voice and words that made the people stop and listen. She used her powers to convince the villagers that the water was poisoned, so they wouldn't use it and she helped them figure out a way to purify it. But then, the Ogres caught on and soon came face to face with our fierce warrior."

“Stupid ogres,” she hummed, feeling the tension continue to melt from her body the more he talked. Gwen made a small noise, shifting to gently nuzzle her nose against his neck. “Did they have a fierce battle with the warrior?” She hardly recognized her own voice, soft and quiet, her breathing unconsciously matching with his.

He scoffed a soft laugh, "Yeah, they're the worst," he agreed. "Of course they did. These assholes thought they had her. They thought they had broken her and villagers down so hard, cuttin off the water supply, they thought it was gonna be an easy take over. Oh, but our warrior? She was too smart for 'em. She played weak, she played dumb, had 'em right were she wanted 'em. And then she brought out her sword and all the villagers came with anythin' they could find to back her up. It was a tough battle, but she had strength and surprise on her side. And she took down those ogres fiercely. And then, she was able to rule the kindom with kindness and logic and all the people loved her. The end." he said with a bright smirk.

Her lips curled into a small smile as Austin brought his story to a conclusion. She couldn’t remember if she’d ever even been told stories like this as a child, held close and murmured tales with happy endings. “And they all lived happily ever after,” she added, finally lifting her face to look up at him. “What got you so inspired to tell that story?” she asked, moving one hand from his back to rest against his chest, over the comforting thud of his heart.

"Course they did, Miss," he agreed with a smile. He offered a soft shrug against her body. "I used to tell em all the time. To Charlie," he explained. "I used to make him the hero in stories so he'd stop worryin bout what our dad was doin or what he'd just done." His eyes dropped for just a second, looking at her hand over his heart, wondering if she caught that it sped up for a moment. "It helped him relax. So I thought I'd try it for y'all and see if it helped."

Every time she thought she couldn’t be fonder of him, he proved her wrong. “You’re like, the best sibling I’ve ever heard of,” she admitted. “But I don’t think I’d be a hero in anyone’s story, handsome. I’ve always been the villain,” Gwen sighed. “I don’t think I want to be that way again though. Being the villain doesn’t lead to anything good.”

Another shrug with a boyish smirk, "He makes it easy, Miss," he explained. "Charlie...he's literally the best person in the whole world. He's my best friend, and he's the other half of my heart. He's number one always, from the cradle to the grave," he finished with a little chuckle. "Just somethin' we say," he said quietly, slightly embarrassed. His sigh was heavy this time, but understanding. He lifted her face again. "Absolutely not. Y'all ain't the villan, Miss, ya never have been. Ya might be the anti-hero, though. The hero at her core, but she's tougher than any of the others cos she'll do what everyone else is afraid to do. She'll stand up when no one else does. She'll go outta her way to do what needs to be done, even if it's hard." His eyes met hers and he swallowed hard. "I know...we didn't get off to the best start. But I wouldn't have stuck around if ya weren't worth it. If I didn't see who ya really are."

Gwen couldn’t help but smile slightly again. The way he loved was absolute and loyal, and she was beginning to wonder what it might feel like to experience it. But - she had to do the right thing by him. He deserved to have the choice. And by his own definition, it would be the hardest thing she’d ever done. Gwen reached up to his cheek, cupping his face in her palm. “You’re the first one who did,” she said simply. Kyla had never really experienced her harsh side so it had been easy for her to stick around. Austin had made it through her walls, even though it was hard. “I don’t know if I’ve ever thanked you for that.”

"Maybe," he said softly, "But y'all the one who showed me why I should," he pointed out. "And I know ya don't show everyone that. And I don't take that lightly," he promised. He shook his head, "There ain't a need for that."

Gwen let her thumb run slowly over his cheek, savoring the warmth of his skin under her touch. “Well, I’m thanking you anyway. So there,” she teased lightly, crinkling her nose at him.

He chuckled softly, "Yeah, yeah, yeah," he said playfully as her smile started coming back a little bit. "How ya feelin' now, Miss? Ya need anythin'? Y'all ready to talk bout it yet? Cos don't think I missed the 'when it happens' comment," he said, playfully narrowing his eyes at her as if her were trying to read her.

Gwen pouted a bit at that. “Do we have to? It just happens and it goes away. No big deal,” she huffed, though she knew he would push her just a little bit more. It was odd that sometimes he knew when to press - when it was good for her to actually go outside of her comfort zone.

"Nah, we don't have to," he said softly, "But ya ain't gonna work through it til ya face it," he pointed out. "And it might not always go away so easy." He brought a hand up and pushed blonde strands behind her ear. "And you're safe right now, Miss," he reminded, "You're always safe with me."

She sighed, leaning into his touch. A few quiet moments passed, where she just leaned into him, gathering her courage and shame in one to lay open for him to see. “My first academy - they didn’t really talk much about aftercare,” Gwen admitted. “And the guys I played with didn’t care much for it. From me at least. I - it felt normal, I guess. To feel like shit after a scene. I didn’t know it was a thing for a while, that Doms can drop too. And when I found out, I didn’t want to admit that was what was happening to me.”

He patiently waited. If she didn't talk, he'd let her back off, for now. But he also knew if she was going to talk, she needed her own time to do it. He listened as she finally started to speak. He could feel the fire start to stir, the anger inside him starting to fill him from the inside. He kept his cool the best he could, knowing that him losing his shit over someone who wasn't in the room was going to help no one. "I'm sorry that happened to ya, Miss. And I'm sorry ya felt it was somethin to be ashamed of. Cos, it's not."

Gwen let out a shaky breath. “Any kind of weakness was shameful in my family,” she said quietly. “It’s why I stayed closeted until I came here. They don’t really tolerate much that isn’t their idea of perfection. Something I never was.”

"I have very strong feelins bout your family myself," he muttered, keeping his breathing as even as he could. "No one could be," he said, shaking his head. "But, way I see it, you're the most perfect version of ya, and it's pretty damned great."

“That’s how I feel about your dad,” Gwen admitted with a crooked little smile. She inhaled slowly and let it out shakily, touching her thumb to the corner of his mouth. “I like that you know this version of me and not who I was before. Even with - this part,” she said, meeting his gaze, feeling her heart jump in her chest when their eyes met.

Austin only nodded. Gwen had made her feelings about his father quite clear, and Austin wasn't losing any sleep over it. The corners of his lips turned up as he felt her thumb stoke against him softly. "This part," he repeated, "is completely normal if you haven't been taught different or how to handle it. Have you taken the aftercare class?"

The way he smiled made her heart do that weird thing again. She shook her head. “Not yet. I’ve been - I’ve never admitted this out loud. I’ve barely acknowledged it to myself. It makes me feel guilty. I should be the one taking care of my sub after a scene, and not the other way around,” Gwen mumbled.

He stared at her a moment, almost in a way of disbelief. "...ya do, Miss," he admitted. "I mean, I spose I can't speak for everyone, only for myself. But ya always take care of me. And I'm a fuckin handful, so that's high praise," he admitted. "I think ya should consider takin it. Hell, I'll take it with ya if ya want. I could always learn more bout lettin people take care of me."

“The first time someone saw this - he basically ran away,” she muttered. “Said there was something wrong with me.” Gwen slid her fingers along his jaw slowly. “I like taking care of you. You get extra Southern when you’re sleepy and happy,” she recalled with a little smile. Tilting her chin up, she brushed a kiss to his mouth. “I’d like that. If we took it together.”

"Then he's a fuckin idiot," Austin said quickly, "And, i'm not sure if ya noticed, I ain't most guys." Austin chuckled dryly, "Oh there's plenty wrong with ya, Miss, but this ain't it," he smiled, attempted a lightness she so desperately needed. He blushed, dipping his head slightly, "Why ya gotta call me out like that?" he laughed, clearing his throat, making his accent thicker, "Ah shucks, ma'am. y'all have such sweet pillow talk." His eyes closed softly as he felt her lips again his. "As ya wish, Miss."

“I’ve noticed. You’re better,” she said with a nod. Gwen scoffed and lightly shoved his chest before hugging him close again. But his bashful expression made her chuckle. “Because it’s true, and you’re adorable when you blush,” she returned. Gwen’s hand slid to the back of his head, stealing another soft kiss, nails lightly scratching his scalp.

He gasped at her shove before she was once again cocooned in his arms. "Ugh, quit it," he whined, hiding his face for a moment again. He hummed as he felt her fingers against his head, massaging his scalp with her finger tips and nails. "Feels good," he murmured against her. "But I'm sposed to be makin y'all feel better."

She kept her fingers moving slowly over his scalp, a small shiver tickling down her back at the unfamiliar and thrilling intimacy of just sharing breath and being close. “This does make me feel better,” Gwen hummed against his lips. “I’ve got my boy in my arms. What could be better?”

Another soft moan escapes him, both from her actions and her words, though he wasn't willing to bring attention to it. He felt himself start to drift a little bit, succumbing to the emotions of the evening and her soft touches and voice. Don't do it, Austin. This will only end in pain he reminded himself, but couldn't bring himself to let it end. "I brought some dinner back from the restaurant. I can heat us up some if ya hungry."

It was so new and wonderful, to just be like this. Holding a submissive she cared about and trusted and just existing in this vulnerable, intimate moment with him. Something she never imagined she would have. She let out a soft happy sound. “See, taking care of me again,” she hummed. “I probably should eat. I haven’t really done that today,” she admitted. “What did you bring?”

He smiled brightly, "It's my job, Miss," he chuckled and slowly started to sit up in the bed. "Baked lemon pepper chicken over spring greens and a little rice pilaf," he explained getting up from the bed. "And I used bacon grease to grease the pan and I ain't sorry bout it!" he called as he walked out of the room. He made quick work of heating the oven to stick the chicken and rice back in it for a few moments. He dressed some plates for the salad, then sliced the chicken to lay it over top. He grabbed the vinegrette dressing he makes, and kept in Gwen's fridge for reasons he didn't know until right now. Finally, two plates were ready with hot food. "In here or in bed, Miss?" he called from the kitchen.

Her chest tightened happily and god she wished that could always be true. But. Wishing would only make it hurt more in the end. “Sounds amazing, handsome. You should never be sorry about including bacon,” she called after him. Once he’d scampered into the kitchen, she slid out of bed to use the bathroom, splashing some water on her face to wash away the remnants of her tears. She was walking out in her favorite oversized hoodie and pajama shorts, blonde hair pulled up into a bun on top of her head. “Out here. I should probably be out of bed for a while or I’ll merge into it,” Gwen said with a laugh. “It smells incredible. You’re going to spoil me with all this food you bring me.”

He looked up as she walked in, his eyes quickly casting over her body like they always did. He presented the plates to the table, laughing along at her joke. He returned to the kitchen to get them some water before bringing them back. He shrugged as he held her chair, waiting for her to sit down and push it in with her on it. "Ya know, I could actually cook here for ya," he said taking his seat, "And not just reheat things. I"m told I have a talent, ya know," he smirked.

Gwen smiled at him as he held her chair for her, another moment where she was oddly charmed by his chivalry. “I won’t stop you. I might watch though. I can make basic stuff but it’s be nice to learn more about cooking,” she said, starting in on the food, realizing she was ravenous.

He smirked as she started to eat, and not pick at it which he was totally sure she was going to do. "I could show ya a thing or two," he offered, "I mean, keep in my I'm still learnin, but at the very least I've got mama's recipies down pat. A lotta fat and butter in it though - fair warnin."

His warning made her nose wrinkle a little, an instinctive reaction. “I can at least try them,” Gwen said, trying to ignore the internal voice of her mother berating her for even thinking of eating something with a lot of fat and butter. “I assume they’re totally worth the extra time on the rowing machine?”

"Mama's fried chicken is like crack. It's never met a diet it couldn't defeat," he laughed, placed a food filled fork into his mouth. "Oh totally," he agreed with a nod, slowly dragging only his eyes up to her face, "Or some other kinda cardio."

She grinned at that. “I don’t actually think I’ve ever had fried chicken? It was verboten in our house growing up, so I never really went for it.” The way he looked at her made her cheeks flush slightly. “And what kind of cardio did you have in mind, handsome?”

Austin's eyes widened and his jaw dropped at Gwen's admittance, " I refuse to believe that, Miss," he said slowly and in complete shock. It was easy to get his mind off it as she clearly caught his drift. "Oh, full body, sweaty, desperately pantin' kinda cardio, Miss."

“I was on a diet for as long as I can remember, Aus. Mom didn’t want to have the chunky kid,” she said with a shake of her head. Licking her lips, Gwen leaned back in her chair, her plate empty. “So - aerobics? Pilates? Zumba?” she asked with a smirk.

Austin shook his head in some sort of defeat. "Y'all ain't a stick, Miss, but ya ain't chunky either. All your curves are in just the right place," he said, licking his lips and pretending it had anything to do with the chicken. He growled quietly but kept his gaze on her, the smalles smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth, "Y'all gonna make me say it, ain't ya?"

Gwen had grown rather immune to observations about her body since they were mostly negative, however with how Austin was looking at her like she was something he was dying to sink his teeth into… she couldn’t help the flush in her cheeks and the heat that burned low in her belly. Her eyes sparkled playfully. “I can’t read your mind, handsome,” she teased, almost like she was daring him to speak the words.

His eyes remained on hers, definitely hungry, but also with a needy desire that he couldn't drop his gaze from. He scoffed, "Since when?" he chuckled. "Then kinda cardio where I fuck ya til ya see stars, Miss."

Hearing him say the words made her lick her lips. “Big promises,” Gwen teased as she rose from her chair. She slid around behind him, leaning over to run her hands down his chest. “You think you can last long enough to make me cum that hard, my boy?” she whispered against his ear, a familiar, settling heat bubbling under her skin.

He only raised his eyebrow in a challenge. He kept his eyes straight, feeling her slink around him, inhaling deeply when he felt her hand against his chest. Her words blew thick and hot against his ear, his cock twitching as his face flushed. If anyone else had said that, they'd be on the wrong side of one of his tantrums. She wasn't saying it to embarass him, she was saying it to egg him on. "Y'all said ya had a cock ring, right miss?"

The hum that she purred against his ear was an instant sign that that was indeed the right answer. “I do indeed,” she replied, her lips brushing against the shell of his ear as she spoke. “Would you like to wear it for me, just to be sure you make me cum as many times as physically possible?” Fuck she suddenly ached for that, to be the focus of his attention and determination.

He closed his eyes tightly as the heat began to burn inside him. “Yes, ma’am,” he breathed hotly, leaning his head back against her chest. “I want to make ya cum til ya can’t anymore.”

She tugged his shirt up with a soft moan, sliding her nails lightly over his bare chest and torso. “That’s my boy,” she whispered before pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I want you to fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked anyone, Aus. Hard and fast and filthy, and I want to fall asleep with the taste of your cum in my mouth,” she purred. “Think you can do that for me, baby?”

He hiss as his skin met the direct air, followed by the feeling of her nails scratching against his skin. He grit his teeth and swallowed hard as she whispered delicious depravity in his ear. He hadn't even realized his breathing had picked up, "Yes, ma'am," he said, mouth suddenly dry, "I can do that for ya."

“Good boy,” she whispered. Reluctantly she stood up, stretching lazily before starting to walk towards her bedroom. “Come on then,” Gwen said in a teasing tone over her shoulder. As she walked, she stripped her hoodie off, letting him see her completely bare back, knowing he would hurry after to get to see the front sooner rather than later.

His eyes raised as she crossed in front of him and he got up himself. He couldn't stifle the groan that erupted when he watched Gwen peel her shirt of, exposing her perfect skin. He followed suit, peeling his shirt off and awkwardly pulling his jeans down and kicking them off this feet as he entered the room behind her, nearly falling against the dresser. "So," he said, a little too fast and tried to cover with a throat clear, "So. Now? How bout now?"

She settled on the bed just in time to see him almost fall into the room, making her giggle. “Now is good.” Gwen leaned over to fish out a simple black cock ring, spinning it on her finger. “First step is to get that dick of yours nice and hard so I can put this on. Any preferences on how we do that?”

"Perfect," he said, finally pulling his boxers down and making his way to sit in front of her on the bed. He looked down, his cock already half hard, he chuckled at her question. "I mean, it aint gonna take much, Miss," he promised. "But your hands are nicer than mine."

She did love the way he was already stiff between his thighs just from some innocent touches and dirty talk - and probably the sight of her tits too. Gwen wiggled to lay on her stomach in front of Austin, grinning up at him. “You know what might be nicer?” Without another word, she slid her mouth around his dick, sucking slow and lazy, her nails scratching lightly over his thighs.

Austin couldn't help the small pout as Gwen repositioned and laid on her stomach as, subsequently, her breasts. "Hmm?" he asked and was barely out before he felt the warmth of her mouth around his cock. He exhaled a loud moan as his cock twitch between her lips, "Well if y'all just gonna do w-what ya want, why'd y-ya bother, mm, askin?" he chuckled, his hand going up to the back of her head and fingers threading into her hair.

His comment made her grin around him, but she didn’t pause in her lazy, sloppy sucking around his thickening member. The way he touched her hair sent shivers down her spine, one hand going to wrap around his hip. It was almost relaxing, listening to his moans and heavy breaths, knowing what would be coming once she got the ring on him. Gwen only pulled back when she thought she might be cutting it too close, his length wet and shining with her spit. “I just wanted to see what you’d ask for,” she teased before easing the ring around him, firm around the base of his stiff length.

More moan and gasps began to push out of his throat, Gwen's tongue rolling around his cock as her cheeks sucked tight against it. His fingers scratched gently against her hair. As she continued, his breathing became harder, more panicked, precum already dripping onto her tongue. When she came off his cock he was equal parts grateful and frustrated. He glared gently at her comment, watching as she rolled the ring around him. Honestly, he was surprised it fit - tight, without being painfully so. It gave the perception he was a little longer, which he didn't dislike. "Alright then, how y'all wanna start, Miss?"

She only grinned at his little glare, ghosting her fingertips over the head of his trapped dick. Gwen rolled onto her back again to wiggle out of her shorts, leaving her just as naked in front of him. Her legs spread invitingly. “I think you know the answer to that, handsome.”

He sucked in a deep breath as her delicate fingers played against his length. His eyes burned against her body as she wiggled, shorts coming off and exposing even more skin. He scraped his teeth against his bottom lip as she beckoned him, settling his body between her spread legs. He hooked one with his arm and placed it against his shoulder, guiding his cock to her wet opening. He growled as his cock dipped inside her, disappearing between her folds.

She let out a happy moan when he moved her leg, biting her bottom lip as he pushed inside of her. “Such a smart boy,” Gwen crooned playfully. Her free leg curled around his waist, urging him deeper.

Austin used his free hand to brace himself up, placing it at the side of hip. Moans and gasp come quickly out of his mouth, his hard length feeling every inch of her as he pushes inside her, making quick work of a steady rhythm which has proved very popular in the past. He continues to thrust and rock into her, bending his head down to trap a nipple between his lips, sucking hard against it and pulled it away from he body before letting it bounce back.

He fell into a hard, steady rhythm, each thrust sending hot pleasure through her. Gwen pushed her hips up to meet his thrusts, one hand going to the back of his neck, the other sliding down his back just above his ass. “Fuck, Aus,” she hissed, arching into his eager mouth. “Again, baby, bite a little,” she panted, trying to urge his head back to her chest.

He gave a cocky smirk between panting breaths, "Yes ma'am," he cooed, licking his lips and returning his face to the same nipple. He wrapped his lips around it, sucking it into his mouth, but this time its enterance is met with his teeth, biting harshly against the supple bud. When he pulled off this time, he saw it swell and pop out at attention, bringing a wave of arousal through him. He repeated with the other nipple, against watching it stiffen under his touch as his body continued to push and rock against her.

She hissed and moaned when he obeyed, her back arching as sharp heat cut through her. “Fuck yes - oh, just like that, Aus,” Gwen groaned out, squeezing around the back of his neck. She could already feel the heavy heat building low in her belly, her breaths quicker and higher as her peak built. “Again, baby, I’m so close!”

He loved pulling those moans, those cries, those words from her beautiful lips. He was easy to get so lost in the lust and pleasure of everything. Normally, this would be about the time he would already be fighting his orgasm off. And it was there, teetering along the edge, but there wasn't the normal urgency. Just blissful and constant arousal. Immediately he obeyed, sucking and pulling, licking and biting at the bud as Gwen moan grew hotter and needier. He would do anything to bring an orgasm out of her.

Her sounds got higher and sharper, nails digging into the back of his neck. “Yes, yes, yes - oh fuck,” she cried out, her head dropping back. Gwen shook under him, shuddering through the waves of her orgasm. The first of many, and god, she couldn’t wait. “Mm, that was a very good start,” she crooned, tugging his head up from her tits to kiss his mouth. “Enjoying the ring, baby?”

He keeps her nipple in his mouth, pulling it tightly away from her body as he feels her start to come. He growls against his grip, feeling her pussy grab tightly against his dick, milking him as he continues to fuck her through it. The fact that he didn't cum himself during that is nothing short of marvelous and he let go of Gwen's nipple and meeting her gaze with one of shock. "I honestly can't believe I ain't cum yet, this shit is amazin," he chuckled hotly, pushing himself all the way inside her and holding there a moment, letting her body start to calm around him.

His reaction made her chuckle breathlessly, her hands stroking slowly over his chest and shoulders. “Now you just have to worry about making me feel as good as possible,” she crooned, flexing her hips to squeeze around his cock again. “I think this is something we’re going to play with a lot. And just think how good it’ll feel when I finally do let you cum,” Gwen pointed out with a wiggle of her eyebrows.

His eyes watched as her fingers slid down his torso, her words nothing more than a challenge. His smile stretched across his face, twitching at the corners. "Oh, I think we both know I can do that, miss," he said, groaning as he felt the tightness of her pussy around him again. "Oh it'll feel damned good," he agreed, pulling out of her slowly, "But y'all take your time with that. I ain't done with ya yet," he said with a wink and laying on his stomach, face at her dripping core. He wrapped her arms around her thighs, pinning her to the bed. He wasted no time lapping up her wetness, tasking the tang of her arousal hungrily on his tongue. Each pass of her slit ended it flicking her clit, feeling it throb and twitch with each aftershock he pulled out of her, sucking on it feverishly.

Being able to tease him was incredible. They had come so far, and this dynamic honestly felt amazing. Playful and sensual and charged in a way she was addicted to. Gwen chuckled, spreading her legs to give him room to move. “Mm - it’s so hot how much you love having your face between my legs,” she moaned, both her hands running over his short hair. Gwen didn’t even try to take control, melting back into the bed and just letting him work his magic.

His eyes, dark and lustblown, looked up at her from between her legs. This was his favorite view. Well, other than the look on her face when she's about to fall asleep. The moment he sees her brain finally shut down and it's nothing but calm and peace over the stunning features of her face. But this is a solid close second. His tongue continued to ravish her clit, flicking and adding pressure at the right time, pulling away to barely tease her at others. He hummed against her drinking her in, his lips vibrating against her as he felt her thighs start to shake, only causing him to tighten his grip around them to keep them pinned against the mattress.

It was a rare thing when she just laid back and let someone else do all the work. But, it was obvious how much Austin loved to give head, and who was she to deny him? Her moans and whimpers were loud in the room, and she did her best to hold off as long as she could - Austin's mouth was something to savor, wherever it might land. A thrill tickled through her when he pinned her thighs. He wasn't trying to control, that much she knew - instead trying to hold her close to taste all of her, even through her peak. "Fuck, Aus... oh god, I'm - fuck!" Gwen pressed her hand to the back of his head, all but shoving his face against her cunt as she came hard, her other hand gripping his where it rested on her thigh.

His eyes locked onto the length of her body and up to her face and she began to come undone, her pussy splashing arousal against his lips, his fingers digging into her perfect thighs. Only once he knew she was. completley done, he came off her clit, licking his lips to get the remaining taste of her back on his tongue. HIs fingers against her thigh spread, letting hers fall inbetween the spaces and entertwine them together. He sat up between her legs, offering her that quirky smile he got when he knew she was happy with him. His fingers gently brushed over her throbbing clit, watching her body twitch from the after shocks. "How would y'all like to cum now, Miss?" he asked, pressing two fingers back inside her, curling his fingers upwards as he stroked against her gspot waiting for the answer.

She slid her palm down the back of his head to his neck as he sat up, something warm curling inside of her belly when she saw that goofy, familiar smile on his mouth. Gwen hoped that was just for her - it felt too intimate for anyone else to see. Gwen bit her lip and moaned softly as he continued to touch her, using the hand on his neck to draw him in for a slow, smoldering kiss. "Just like this. Then I'm going to ride your dick until you completely lose your mind and beg me to let you cum," she whispered against his mouth, loving the taste of herself on his talented lips.

He leaned over at her guidance, pressing his lips heatedly to hers as she drew the kiss out deliciously. He tried to keep his fingers steady inside her, but his need for her was making him move faster than he had wanted to. "Like this?" he asked, thrusting his fingers quickly in tandem with the curling motion, his fingers hitting every inch of her cunt that he could. "Oh i'm bout 3 seconds from completely losin it," he promised with a laughed huff. He bent down, watching his motions jerk her body and making those perfect tits bounce. He sucked a nipple hard into his mouth, pulling it away from her body with a pop. He nuzzled back against her neck, whispering in her ear. "C'mon Miss, cum for me. Please?" he whimpered breathlessly.

She bit her lip and nodded. Just like this. Fingering wasn't her usual go to. It put too much of the body she was never quite happy with on display. But with the way Austin looked at her, touched her, drank her in - it felt incredible. Gwen let out a breathless laugh, running her hands down his back, lightly scratching his firm skin with her nails. She let out a loud whine when he sucked at her breast, nails digging into his skin, only to gather him close as he nuzzled into her neck. "Such - mm, such a good boy," she whispered back, just before her lower back arched up hard, body squeezing around his fingers and drenching his hand in her release, her moans low and sultry.

Austin's fingers continued, his mouth sucking and teeth nibbling against her neck. He moaned against her as he felt the tease of her nails along his back, sending a chill down him. He loved it when she said that. He thought mybe his thoughts on the whole things were changing, but she was the only one who made him smile with those words. He muttered 'please' a few more times as she started to cum again, pushing his fingers deeper as she came around them, moaning at the tightness he felt against his digits. "Fuck, Miss," he moaned, slowing his fingers before pulling them out of her. "I love watchin y'all come like that."

The way he begged so softly was intoxicating, and he wasn't even begging for his own pleasure. He was begging for hers, and that was addicting. Gwen's eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at him, soft and warm and just a little bit predatory - the smile she got when her boy said such beautiful things. The 'L' word included sent her pulse racing, and she leaned up for another kiss to avoid doing something stupid like saying it back in a different context. "You're so good at making me cum like that, Aus," she hummed against his mouth. Grinning, she shifted under him, moving to pin him on his back as she straddled his waist. "Do you want to be bound up for this, handsome? Or do you want to keep your hands all over me?" she asked, slowly rocking her dripping, swollen cunt against his firm dick.

He smiled against her lips, pressing his forehead to hers as they both just breathe together for a few moments. "Well, I try, Miss," he said, accent lazy and thick with the foggy head swirling inside him. He groaned as she moved them, lying on his back and staring up at her. His rock hard cock pressed against her ass as she sat over him just above it. He could feel it twitching, desperate for more connection to her. He tried to answer, but was cut off by a moan as he felt her wetness cross over his throbbing length. "Fuck, I gotta touch ya, Miss," he gasped, reaching up, gripping her breasts and sliding his fingers against them until they pinched her nipples, his hips thrusts up in an attempt to feel her.

She let out a shuddering breath as he grabbed at her breasts, like he was desperate to keep his hands on her. Gwen knew how much he loved to be bound - so this, having him so eager to keep touching her? It felt like - something. Reaching down, she slid his dick inside of her sopping hole, moaning low in her throat. Both hands came up to hold his hands against her tits, her hips rocking in hard thrusts against him. "Mm... I could ride you like this for hours, handsome," she breathed raggedly.

He gasped hotly as he felt her body lower onto his cock. His fingers clenched around her breast and her hip. He raised his hips as she lowered herself, entering her as deeply as he could. He smirked up at her after her remark, "Oh damn, Miss, please do."

"Ride you hard - then put you on your hands and knees and fuck you with my strap until you see stars," she groaned, biting her lip at the thought. Her body rolled in almost frantic thrusts against him. Her pleasure was building again, but she wasn't so eager to hurry into her next orgasm, not with this beautiful view under her.

"Fuck, sounds perfect, Miss," he growled, lifting his hips more briskly inside her. His hands traveled her body, exploring ever inch of her as she rode ontop of him. "God, you feel so good," he moaned against, hissing as he felt himself pulse and throb deep inside her hot sex.

"So do you, baby," she panted, her skin sizzling wherever he touched her. Her body moved faster and faster, having different ideas about taking it slow as her orgasm crested low in her stomach. "Fuck - I'm cumming, Aus, don't stop, touch my clit," she panted out, her head throwing back as her peak boiled over, her thighs shaking wildly.

He heard it before her warning, in the way her breath picked up and her flesh turned red hot. His and on her hips moved more towards her center, touching and rubbing his tumb against her clit as she countinued to bounce on him. He wasn't sure he'd seen an orgasm from this angle before, but it easily caused him to start dripping precum into her pussy. "Even with this ring," he breathed heavily, "I dunno I'm lastin much longer, Miss," he admitted once she had started to com down, his hands moving up and down her shaking thighs.

Gwen let out a ragged scream as she came, quaking on top of him. She was panting hard, leaning over him and resting on her forearms to try and catch her breath. “Mm. That’s all right, baby, I think that one tapped me out,” she sighed, kissing him softly. Carefully, she shifted off of him, curling up to his side. “I want you to make you cum just like this,” she whispered, wrapping her hand around his cock and stroking slowly.

He just watched her for the several minutes it took for her body to calm. He smirked against her kiss, “ya know usually I’d take that as a challenge,” he hummed, turning his head to watch as she settled next to him. He looked down as her hand wrapped around his cock, jerking him expertly as his member throbbed the n her hand. “Fuck, Miss,” he growled, swallowing hotly as her hand used his precum to lubricate him.

"Another time," she teased. Gwen kissed his cheek, stroking his cock firm and steady. Her other hand moved to the base of his cock, fingering the clasp of the ring that kept him so firm. "What if I decided to not let you cum?" she teased, clearly not meaning it, but she wanted to hear how he would respond.

He tried to chuckle back, but it was interuppted by a deep, needy moan as she stroked him. His back arched against the bed, pressing his dick harder into his hand. His face snapped towards her, panic filling his eyes. "Please," he swallowed hard, "Please don't do that to me, Miss. I'm..i'm so close, please."

Gwen grinned at him and shook her head. "You know I'll take care of you, my boy," she whispered, pressing her lips to his in another warm kiss. She flicked the clasp of the ring, letting it fall from around his cock as she stroked him faster.

It only changed the feeling slightly, but also felt like a weight lifted from him as he was free of the ring. And, as predicted, he was throbbign in her hand, spurting precum along his head rapidly. "Please," he whimpered again, "Please let me."

His begging made her shiver. Again, she hoped selfishly that this was something she only got to see - though, the logical part of her knew it wasn't likely. Pushing that thought aside, she brushed a kiss to his lips and nodded. "Cum for me, handsome," she purred to him, aching to see and feel him come apart in her arms. Just for her.

Thank god she said yes, because there's no way Austin was going to hold it back. He started to tense in her grasp, moaning as he came hard, his seed flowing down her knuckles and spurting against his stomach. "Fuck, Miss," he huffed, turning his face into her neck. "Thank ya," he said lamely.

Gwen smiled, feeling something settle deep inside of her chest as he curled into her. “You’re welcome, my good boy,” she murmured into his hair, absently running her fingers through the mess on his belly.

His arms wrapped around her, rubbing up and down her arm as she snuggled close to his sweat kissed body. "How ya doin, Miss?' he asked, "Honest answers only."

She curled into him close, hiding her smile. “I’m doing really good. Much better than when you got here,” Gwen replied softly.

His eyes raked over her face for any sign she was lying. "Y’all tell me the moment that changes if it does," he said. He didn't know what set off her dropping, and he wasn't sure she knew. But he'd be on the look out for it as long as she'd let him.(edited)

The concern from almost anyone else would annoy her - but from Austin? She just reached up with her clean hand to touch his cheek fondly. “I will. Promise.”

#para #p gwen #gwen #smut #dropping in

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