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[doctormagnus]

She's still not entirely certain how ghoul-hunting in an allegedly haunted Vermont city got them crammed into the back of a cab in New York City with a driver who reeks of marijuana and cheetos and has horrible taste in music, but... here they are.

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[w_zimmerman]

"Oh, Magnus. Oh, yes!" he whimpers, nodding urgently and worming a hand between them.

[doctormagnus]

"Close," she gasps and catches his hand to her breast instead, sliding urgently against him. Her eyes fall closed in near concentration.

[w_zimmerman]

Will cups both her breasts, moaning at the way they fit perfectly into his large palms. Pushing down his own pleasure and need, he watches her face as she carries herself higher, nodding eagerly.

[doctormagnus]

She tenses and gasps, suddenly gripping him tightly as her hips jerk against him and she clenches him rapidly. "Will," she sobs quietly.

[w_zimmerman]

"Oh, yes!" he groans, nodding eagerly. Unable to resist the urge, he reaches between them with one hand and rubs her twitching arousal in rapid circles.

[doctormagnus]

She gasps, hips jumping in surprise. She decides to not let herself come back down from this. Instead, she leans back, braces herself against his leg, and rocks hard and fast.

[w_zimmerman]

"Oh, God, yes! Don't stop!" he pants, nodding and eagerly watching her face as he keeps circling her arousal. He absolutely loves her like this, and never wants it to end.

[doctormagnus]

"Will!" she gasps, sliding up and down his amazing arousal urgently, hips slamming against his. She can't help but notice that he's more interested in her face than the display of her body right now and finds that endearing.

[w_zimmerman]

Will's seen plenty of naked women before this, but the face of a woman at the height of pleasure, especially when he's the one helping her get there, is a special kind of treat. Circling harder, he leans up and takes one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting, his eyes never leaving her face.

[doctormagnus]

She finds that hotter than she can properly put into words at the moment. His perfect arousal inside of her and his talented fingers are really making it impossible to think.

Panting hard, she stares down at him grinds down against him with speed and coordination that only come from centuries of practice. Finally, her eyes drift shut as she grows amazingly close again. Nearly three orgasms and he hasn't even come yet. She thinks he must be holding on for dear life, and that thought alone brings her that much closer.

[w_zimmerman]

Will is definitely struggling, harder than he ever has with a woman before. The delay, verging on denial at this point, is almost painful, but it's worth it to experience her like this. Fortunately, he has long experience with delay and edging, both with partners and on his own. He'll probably lose consciousness when he finally lets go, but knowing that she'll be on her third orgasm by then reconciles him comfortably to that fact.

[doctormagnus]

She cries out as it takes her, grabbing his wrist to still his hand since she's almost painfully sensitive now. She rocks desperately, riding through it and trying to bring him the rest of the way.

[w_zimmerman]

"Magnus!" he gasps, grabbing her hips tightly and rocking up into her clenching, fluttering depths hard and fast, carrying himself to the brink as he helps her ride it out herself.

[doctormagnus]

She wraps her arms around him and draws him close, hips moving firmly and quickly for him. "W-Will," she pants.

[w_zimmerman]

Will climaxes with a cry, jerking under her. After fighting for so long, the orgasm is shatteringly intense, and he can only sob and cling to her as it crashes over him.

[doctormagnus]

She moans, feeling so full, and holds him firmly as they ride it out together.

[w_zimmerman]

He gasps and clings to her, jerking a few more times before he goes still under her, whimpering softly.

[doctormagnus]

She lowers her lips to his throat, giving him a few sloppy kisses before she collapses against him.

[w_zimmerman]

Groaning softly, he kisses her and gently wraps his arms around her. "That was wonderful..."

[doctormagnus]

"Amazing," she murmurs, drawing his lip between hers and sucking hard.

[w_zimmerman]

He groans and quivers a little, smiling against her lips. "You were beautiful like that. You're always beautiful, but that's a special kind of beauty..."

[doctormagnus]

She chuckles at how he sounds without his lower lip in his control. She releases it back to him and leans down, suckling his throat next to the previous hickey she left him.

[w_zimmerman]

"Oh, God," he moans, head falling back again. "I... I'm sorry, but I don't think I can..."

[doctormagnus]

She mumbles curiously and keeps sucking. She doesn't expect anything out of him, merely likes making her mark all over his delicate throat.

[w_zimmerman]

He's so achingly tender right now, and his body badly wants to react to the feel of her mouth against his throat. Nodding and wetting his lips, he presses his face into her hair, doing his best to focus on how pleasant the sensation to his throat is, and ignoring the almost-painful way other parts of his body are trying to respond, too.