one...cut a hole in a box; two...put your toys in that box

[badcoverband]

Who would’ve guessed carrying around the box would be so heavy? Then again, Kara hadn’t planned to be still lugging it around, but when summoned to the CIC she knows she can’t reply, “Sure, be there in a sec after I drop off all these dildos and buttplugs” (and yes, she absolutely considered it), and a detour would’ve taken too long. No doubt it would’ve pissed off the old man.

So, she has no choice but to carry them around, the box full of every color toy imaginable of varying shapes, sizes, and uses. Vibrators and strap-ons scattered throughout added to the lovely aesthetic of it all. She’d just added the latest purchase, an addition she was particularly looking forward to trying. It had captured her attention the first time she’d seen it, and after a little careful research she had very quickly decided it was to be her next.

Well, technically his next, but he doesn’t yet know that.

Yet.

When Kara saunters into the CIC, more than one pair of eyes turn her way, eyeing the package. No doubt questioning whether it’s some kind of Cylon device to be examined. Adama looks ready to say something but he doesn’t, only watching in silence as she makes her way over.

But then--

Then Kara’s unerring grace (right…) fails her and she trips over a forgotten incline in the floor. She watches almost in slow motion as the box goes flying out of her arms, which shoot out to break her own fall. The top pops open, as she knew it would (why the frak hadn’t she taped it -- probably because she hadn’t cared that much, truthfully), and out spills every single silicone object within. Purple, pink, green, fleshy -- they all litter the floor with the stark contrast against the gray metal -- but Kara reaches for the newest purchase first, the precious cargo that must be salvaged at all costs, before she begins picking up the others.

Everyone stares in horror, fascination, and with some, even amusement. Tigh looks particularly traumatized, and Adama looks...well, Kara’s not quite sure how she’s supposed to interpret that expression. So she does the only thing she can think of as she throws one after another back into the box.

“Thought this place could use a little interior decorating.”

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[tolditslant]

He keens beneath her, elbows heavy and meeting the surface of the table as he bows even further so the angle shifts inside him; Kara slams into his sweet spot with every slide, it gets easier and easier, he gets more and more slick inside until the sounds are this side of embarrassing and Wolfwood would care, he really would, if it wasn't for the series of sparks that rush through him with every push. His spine lights up and its all he can do to not fall the fuck over.

"Just think...tight, tight, tight and all hot around you...can you feel it? Just as tight as you're probably gettin' right now," his voice is slurred towards the end, there, as he shoves back hard, a howl caught in the back of his throat. His head is swimming and he can hardly breathe but, oh, but--

He wouldn't change this for a second.

"Your cock's so thick...s'filling me up till-- aaaahh.. till I can't stand it...Kara, Kara, Kara..."

[badcoverband]

Kara’s hands move to settle on his hips, dragging him back hard to meet her forward movements because if she’s not careful she’ll fall the hell over too. Her legs are jelly and trembling like his, and her breaths grow more and more ragged.

His scent fills her head surely as she fills him up, sweaty and smoky and something altogether Wolfwood. She lets it seep deep into her memory, stores it away to think about forever, just as she does with his words, with the sensations coursing through her. No matter how many times death embraces her she’s sure she’ll never forget this.

This is definitely the best purchase yet. Good work, Thrace, she mentally congratulates herself.

“Y-yeah-- yeah I feel it,” she groans, teeth marking his shoulder blades, his back, the back of his neck. “I -- I’m tight just for you, Nicholas… want you…”

Kara whimpers, pressure building deep in the pit of her belly as the slide of them together echoes in her ears, thrums in her veins.

“Nnnn… Nicholas-- you’re shameless-- you.. .ahhh… you can’t get enough, can you? You love the way I make you feel.”

[tolditslant]

"Ah-ah-ah...!" His cock throbs between his thighs as he ruts in her hand, grunts, tries to push back into her; but those powerful slams of her hips, hands steering him back, back, back, has his voice turned into a warble, tatters of whimpers and cries leaving his mouth because--

"Good, so good, it's really fuckin-- right there, right there--"

He's seeing stars, shameless, shameless is right. It's as if she's hit more than just his sweet spot, all limits are forgotten and he's loud as hell. Spine bowing and arching into every push, he pulls back and forth against her, voice tight.

[badcoverband]

“Mmmm… yeah… I knew you--you’d come around eventually,” she grins as she hisses in his ear, teeth pulling at it then as is one of her many specialties.

“Right here?”

She shoves forward with a particularly hard slam aimed right at his prostate, a cry ripping out of her lungs at the movement and sensations it creates in her too, rubbing her in all the right places even as she does to him. She pushes one of his legs apart more and up so his knee rests on the table to deepen the angle even more.

And because she likes having him wide open at her mercy.

“Nicholas, you’re… you’re all I…” her voice falters, trailing off as she instead drops kisses onto the back of his neck, over the vertebrae ridged under her mouth again and again.

[tolditslant]

The howl that shakes the rafters is heard from at least a hallway away, to which no one will go investigate. Not even rock-paper-scissors for it. Wolfwood is very sure in that moment he about died, because not a sound entered his ears after that, not even his own cries which remain with every shove.

Back bowed, he leans forward until he feels a jolt of cold against his cheek where it rests against the table and a low, loud ground rumbles through him, fingers sneaking beneath him to pull at his cock. His remaining hand, bracing him, trembles. Sweat makes it difficult to get a good grip on he table.

"Kara, Kara, Kara, lemme...turn...lemme turn...on the table...get it deeper, deeper, need you, deep--"

He shivers and shakes through every surge of pleasure, her lips both soft and nips sharp along his skin, oversensitive and just as hot as the furl of volcanic heat inside him. He's slowly losing his mind, growing dizzy with pleasure, he can hardly think.

[badcoverband]

Kara lifts her head and makes some kind of choked sound of agreement before pulling away (slowly, dragging out every node of pleasure along the way), already missing his heat against her. She grabs a wrist and jerks him up from the tabletop, hissing in his ear,

“Come on, then.”

Her breath fans hotly across his face, tousling his hair; for the brief second the dildo is out of him, she replaces at least some of the friction with three fingers again, only temporarily, anything to make him squirm more. She knows the angle will be even better for her too, and besides--

“Need to see you...need to be inside you again...hurry up, Nicholas...”

[tolditslant]

Wrenching from her grip, he grants her a look just as heated, just as jagged around the edges, enough to cut, right back in return.


"You're always so damn pushy...it's a wonder I don't just finish this myself if you didn't feel so damn good," he mumbles into the skin of her shoulder, curling against her on wobbling legs, hips that twitch with every motion of her goddamn three fingers, still sensitive inside from her movements; then situates himself back onto the table, cool surface making him hiss-- his skin puckers with goosebumps but all he does is run a palm along his chest, quivering stomach muscles until fingers encircle his cock.

His knees all but slide open like a well oiled-- well.

"Come on, then. Show me what you've got. Too bad you can't come inside me, but you'll have me to worry about."

She'll forget all about it, his hands on her hips, her gliding inside--

[badcoverband]

The pit of her stomach drops out at that look and she grabs handfuls of his thighs to push him open even wider, digging her fingernails into yielding skin. Her chuckle is deep, raspy, and hardly amused even as a smirk tugs at a corner of her lips.

“You wouldn’t be able to stand it,” she growls against his jaw, rubbing her cheek against his prickly stubble, letting it serve as a reminder that he’s alive (well,...) and warm against her, lets it send shivers through her as she thinks of it on other parts of her skin, rubbing maddeningly.

“I’ll show you, mmm, yeah,” she mutters, holding those thighs while she shoves inside him again, so easily and comfortingly, like it’s coming home (and isn’t it? He is home, home in a way nothing has ever been for her…).

Her fingers twine in his hair again, kissing him as she begins setting up the rhythm again, pulling him forward to deepen and adjust the angle even more, just as he’d requested. Her sigh-turned-moan rumbles against him and into his mouth, and she’s vaguely aware of the grip he has on her but more than aware of the rubbing against and inside her just as she thinks of the friction inside him.

“I--I want to so bad,” she bites at his lips. “Come inside you...but I w-will anyway…do my best… How’s it feel now? Hmm?”

[tolditslant]

He might not be able to stand period after this, she holds him open so wide if Wolfwood was anyone but himself he could have dislocated something. But for him, oh, but for him its the most pleasant of feelings, being spread open so wide and speared open until all he can think about is the heat of her pressed to his chest, about the length inside him.

"Haaah...! Ah-ah, not so-- Kara, not so faaa-aaah..."

Wolfwood's own groans exchanged with hers are swallowed up by the panting of their breaths, the rumbles caught between them which convey just as much heat as their dance of movement.

Its tight-tight-tight almost to the point of too much, its certainly too much to think, it takes him a few moments, a few push-pulls of hips that slot and slide the dildo back into him, pressed so snugly he has to suck in a whimper.

"It's good, good, good...feels so full...so full of you..." He moans, ducking his head to lick a stripe along the valley of her breasts, breathes in her scent and memorizes it.

[badcoverband]

Kara slows down the speed of her hips, rolling them to drag out every noise from him, to spark against his walls around her. She groans at his tongue hot against her flushed skin, a hand twining in his hair again, pressing his face against her skin. She wants nothing more than for him to come undone, for her to look at him with all the intensity she feels with the friction inside her, for him to look at her and pry open, drag out every secret buried deep inside--buried inside like she’s buried inside him.

“T-told, told you…” she mutters against the top of his head, pressing her lips to it. “Told you it’d fit.”

A sigh pushes out from the very bottom of her soul; the buildup is slow but certainly building up indeed. She’s not sure how long she’ll last so her hips stutter in their rhythm to try and prolong it but she’s not sure how long she can hold out--

“I--I’m...are you close? Are you gettin’ there, Nicholas?”

Her voice catches, fingers dig into his thigh, and she pulls out to just the tip, circling just barely inside, head bowing with the effort it requires, sweating bullets down her skin.

[tolditslant]

The slow drag inside him is nearly worse than the pace as fast as the beat of his heart; because the burn and the fullness stretches on and on, like its never ending, each pull easy to predict, but no less easy to take....every one leaves him gasping, hips recoiling from her only to push lush up against her once more.

He keens as the angle shifts, rubbing deep inside him over his sweet spot, makes him see stars. His cock gives a tell-tale twitch where its pressed against her stomach, and he seems to rut in answer, those answers caught somewhere between his teeth and spleen.

The marks his fingers make along her skin, the small of her back, insistently, to pull her deep, must make bruises by now, and all he can choke out is,

"Close, close...real damn...need it, I need it..need you to come..."

[badcoverband]

Kara certainly hopes they’ll bruise, feels them right into her very marrow as she strives to reach as deep as she can, pluck out his soul and let her light enfold it - just as she pulls up one of his legs to enfold her waist more. She makes sure to roll her hips so that she rubs against his cock between them.

Even if the lords of Kobol themselves or God or whoever’s responsible for all this commanded her to, Kara’s sure she wouldn’t be able to stop, even for them. Not for a godsdamn thing. He’s too good, the noises he makes and the way he says her name, it’s all too good, just like he said. The friction on her is too much for her to deny herself any longer, for her to be able to; even angels have their earthly limits sometimes.

I-- I am, damnit,” she spits, but her voice trembles, gives away just how close she is by its intensity. “Nicholas, I need it too--need you--how’s, how’s tha-aaahhh--!”

Finally, everything in Kara’s body locks up, head halfway fallen forward as she fell victim to her own climax, burying her hips all the way against Wolfwood’s, pinning him hard and pinning the fake cock deep inside. Still she shudders and shakes, hips jerking of their own accord as his name spills from her mouth with whimpers into his shoulder (where she bit so hard as to draw blood--only realized when her vision returns).

[tolditslant]

Despite being unable to feel her clench around him, he feels her shockwaves of release in many other ways, just as pleasurable and numbing as they are. It's as if he's being crushed, she presses so hard against his chest, breasts squashed against him where her nipples brush along his pecs, sending little shivers down his spine, down his legs where they falter on either side of her hips.

"Come on...come on...come on, Kara...every last bit outta you..."

Instead of letting her go, his arms twine around her tightly, fucking himself on the dildo over again, pulling her back only to slam her back in, arching up to rut his throbbing cock up against her belly as he does so. Only a few more pumps of his hips should do it, he's so close he can taste it.

His vision swims and he pants hard, eyes squeezed shut to the onslaught of fuzziness.

[badcoverband]

Her hand, trembling with shocks ripping through her still, shoves its way between their bodies to grip his cock, allows her body's vibrations to emulate how she clenches around her end of the dildo. It’s hard to keep a steady rhythm of strokes but she allows his movements to guide her too. It helps he’s being so kind in doing much of the work with those hips.

She follows his order and lets her body fully rock and shudder; the only thing that would make this better were if she could come inside him the way she wants -- but this will have to do. And it certainly does the trick well enough. Her free hand digs crescent-shaped marks into a hip.

“I’m--can you feel it? Me?”

She mumbles, it’s all she can do, voice shaking as much as she is in and out.

“Nicholas, Nicholas... haaah… won’t you come for me? Want to see it--want to see you.”

[tolditslant]

About damn time she follow orders. Wolfwood's grateful, if the little series of grunts that issue from him are any indication, if the arches from crescent moons dug into his skin like the craters of a planet are any hint. He all but holds himself in half to meet her movements, grip knuckle-white on her sides as he grinds, hard, into her, so much so that the pressure tears a wheeze out of the bottom of his lungs.

They rattle. They rattle because of her.

"Feel you, feel you, feel you-- aaaahh..."

Expression twisting with mounting pleasure, his hips stutter once, twice, thrice before he pins her to him close, close enough to feel her heart; the heat inside him seems to sear him from the inside out as he empties himself between their stomachs with a cry.

He blinks hard, vision unable to clear the fuzz and white among his vision, before he slumps back, Kara still in his arms.

[badcoverband]

Kara's hips continue to shake of their own accord, her own release following through his. She's perfectly capable taking orders from him thankyouverymuch, especially when she's this boneless as he is beneath her. She slides her hand out from between them, the slickness of his come on their bellies, and the fingers on her other hand draw designs idly on one broad shoulder. She can't help but still rock slightly, not entirely ready to give up her own sensations.

"As much as I just hate saying I told you so..."

She smirks against his mouth, hot and wet and bitten bright cherry red and lightly drags fingers up his side.

"You already can't get enough of this one yet, can you? It won't be too long before you're whining for it again like a good boy."

She gives the slightest rotation of her hips albeit pointedly to spark all his nerve endings all over again.

[tolditslant]

Hips jerked upward and forward, Wolfwood can only cling to her, fingers indented blue-purple bruises into her back while he shakes-shakes-shakes to the mercy of her hips, in a mimicry of their previous rhythm.

"Mmmm...sh-shut up...don't wanna hear that from yuh- you...and slow down before I-I..."

He circles his hips back, the sparks of nerves make his overstimulated body shudder, too much in so little time. He dips his head to bury his face in her hair, a shaky sob-sigh leaves his mouth.

[badcoverband]

She loves the scent of him like this especially; everything is purely them, open for only each other to see, to feel and taste. To memorize. Her smugness is a cover, really, for the things that bubble up in her chest and in the back of her mind when she isn't paying attention or when she's drifting off to sleep.

Sometimes she finds herself committing a cardinal sin in actively acknowledging them, rolling them around her imagination and seeing how they taste on the tip of her tongue.

But in front of him? No way in hell. Certainly not out loud, either. Those are untested waters.

She presses her lips gently to his neck in a warm kiss as his breath cards through her sweaty hair. She can allow a little mercy and just slumps against him finally though the silence doesn't last. After a few moments she shifts and,

"This table's uncomfortable as hell anyway," she grumbles, pushing up on her elbows and wrinkling her nose cutely.

"Though you're doing your best. Y'not the worst pillow I've ever had."

[tolditslant]

He'd question her line of thinking, that fond look in her eye and the lingering touch a little more if he weren't so damn tired. Boneless, to be exact. Her warmth is missed when she removes herself from his person somewhat, or he at least misses her tits squashed ontop. Like the perfect dessert.

Ducking his head, Wolfwood plops a kiss onto that cute wrinkled nose.

"Who's the one who decided on that? Get your own pillow, then, I'm not yours."

Isn't he, though? In every way that counts, in the come coaxed because of her, laid across his stomach, in the sweat that begins to dry in the line of his hair. He sighs, lets his knees settle around her more comfortable. They're getting kinda stiff.

[badcoverband]

“You’re whatever I say you are, Nicholas. Don't you forget it.”

Kara huffs and straightens, and as much as it kills her to do so, she pulls entirely out of him. After a swipe of her finger across his stomach, her tongue catching the slickness with a wicked grin as accompaniment, she makes her way -- shakily, her legs wobbly from the effort though it had been well worth it -- over to one of the many empty bunks, shoving aside the curtain.

She drops onto the bed and leans back onto her hands, the dildo still securely inside. She arches an eyebrow at him where she’s left him, quite literally, hanging. The grin is still spread wide across her features and she drags her tongue across her upper lip pointedly.

“Well? It’s not gonna ride itself.”

It’s too late. She’s already addicted to the look on his face when she’s inside him with this one.

[tolditslant]

Wolfwood's still left oversensitive, every pore and node in his body tingles like it's on fire, like he's been seared to the marrow. The pointed tongue swipe and look in those hazels earn a pointed look of his own which then flickers to his own jelly-feeling legs.

"Nope, looks like it ain't. But if you could I'm sure you would."

He doesn't move, though. Not quite yet. No, the priest is lazy. Playing hard to get. Whatever you want to call it. He stretches languidly, that long line of his body twisting with well-worked muscle, and lays astride the table, knees open slightly.

"After all the trouble you've caused, I might need a minute."

[badcoverband]

Kara rolls her eyes. Stupid sexy smug priest bastard. He infuriates her sometimes, for all the fun he can be.

"Fine. Looks like I'll do all the work myself. As usual."

Without further ado, she grips the curve between the two dildos then begins working the one inside her back and forth, in and out. She lets her eyes fall shut, lips parting in a soft moan.

"Mmmm... yeah...looks like I don't need you after all. Not like you need this." She locks eyes with him and grins a wicked grin. "No use denying it when I can see it in your eyes. C'mon, Nicholas... "

Her tongue swipes over her lips but never does she falter in her rhythm, hips meeting the movements of the dildo between her fingers.

"After I'm done I'll just peace out, find someone else to take up the challenge. Baltar, maybe, he seems like he'd be all about my new special cock. It's been f--haaa--fun. You'll be missing it every single day. Missing me filling you up inside."

[tolditslant]

Oh this little shit. Kara Thrace is the second biggest pain in the ass he knows, right alongside Vash the Stampede. Her trouble is less about getting him killed and more about humiliated and on his knees, but maybe he's rather take that.

....He can think about a thing or two he'd rather take, dammit. Tongue swiping along his lips, long fingers curl around his cock and begin to stroke slowly, teasingly working himself back up. He doesn't seem to be in much of a rush, is he? Honeyed eyes watch her, scale along her body as she works herself open with the toy and as he works in time.

"Mmmm...Baltar? Pretty sure you'd get pissed cause he'll cry the entire time. I think you'll miss me more...more than I'll miss your smell...your grip on my hips..." His cock starts to swell to life in his hand.

[badcoverband]

Kara snorts, though it transforms into a slow, low groan as she hitches a leg up to widen her position. Her eyes are positively spitting fire at him and she can't help but draw her lower lip between her teeth. Anger itches under her skin but so does the refusal of her stubborn personality, keeping her from giving in. He knows just the things to say and do to press her pretty little buttons and she comes back, again and again. She can't really see herself doing anything different for the time being.

"Oh, I can get by without you."

She hums at a particularly nice sensation, her own lie sitting heavy in her throat alongside the moan.

"But you know there'll never be someone who can pull you apart like me. Every time, Wolfwood. But why deny it longer when I know you're dying for this, for me stretching you just the way you like? Til you feel like you're gonna burst..."

[tolditslant]

"Ah-aaahhh... So-sorry, can't hear you over the sound of how damn wet I am inside....too bad you can't come in me and feel that..." As he practically croons this, head tipped up to the ceiling, he strokes the fingers of his opposite hand around his entrance, lets them delve inside just up to the first joint, mimicking her own rhythm.

"Do like the feel of you inside...but if you're so ready for twink pity babies I can't stop ya...maybe your boy Lee will be interested in a little session with me."

His eyes are dark, nearly pitch black where they swivel to look at her. Is it a challenge or a promise? All he knows is he's just about ready, precum smeared around his cock and making the glide along his palm easy peasy. His blood is boiling like what he'd imagine a volcano to be like. She sure is a vision, sprawled out, leg hitched up and sweat shining. Damn.

"Ka-kara...." It comes off hitched from a whine.