clackervolley | [ COLLEGE AU: GYRO AND JOLYNE ]

[ COLLEGE AU: GYRO AND JOLYNE ]

[ so. if this were a porno, it would be starting as a hideous cliche: a shirtless guy knocking on a girl's door, asking her for something. mercifully, there's no porno bass playing softly in the background, and gyro isn't here to deliver pizza or to fix a leaky faucet— he's announcing himself loudly at jolyne's apartment for another mundane reason, which he reveals without much ceremony once she answers his plaintive call. ]

Yo, Jolyne. You have any spare laundry detergent?

[ this would explain the shirtlessness. she's also free to note his lack of a "hello" or "is this a bad time", and the languid expression on his face, as if he expects her to just. you know, let him in. ]

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[ She tilts her head a little against his in mock-consideration, though he can feel her breath coming a little quick against his lips. ]

Hmm, maybe I should just say "when you're not ruining it"? Losing your shirt definitely helps, though.

Edited 2015-06-03 05:00 (UTC)

Who's the one ruining shit right now? I hope you can feel my boner wilting.

[ Spoilers: his boner is not, in fact, wilting. Being close to her's never been anything but completely welcome, and despite his grumbling, he dips back down to work his lips over hew jaw, down her neck, and over to her shoulder. ]

[ She exposes her neck more for him, sensitive enough that the brush of his lips sends tiny sparks through her.

...But there's an obvious response to that comment, and she doesn't see any reason not to go for it, so she runs her hand down his bare chest before turning it to press her palm firmly against the front of his pants, feeling the status of his boner. ]

I dunno, I'm not really feeling it.

[ Teasing, but her voice is rough enough with arousal that it doesn't manage to sound very critical. ]

[ The status of his boner is half-hard, and the pressure of Jolyne's hand against the front of his crotch helps it along. Jolyne would be able to feel the bob of Gyro's throat against her neck, a thick swallow that makes his breath catch. What follows it is a light laugh. ]

Feel around for it, come on. It's big, you won't miss it.

[ He'd append that with "I should've worn that belt"— everyone knows which belt he's talking about— but he bites it down in favor of busying himself with cupping Jolyne's chest over her thin tank top. ]

[ She lets out a laugh of her own at that, genuine, not even teasing or mean-spirited; that's too ridiculous to even take seriously. Her breath catches in turn when his hand goes to her chest, though; she's clearly not wearing a bra under her top, and her breasts fit easily into his hand.

Then she finds the curve of his erection, running her fingers over it deliberately. ]

Wow, you're right~ So big~ I bet your cock is amazing~

[ She does manage to sound incredibly sarcastic. ]

[ Sarcasm is fine with him. It's one of those things that he either misses completely or finds to be a challenge; he catches on this time around, snickers about it as he thinks for an appropriate response. ]

Laugh it up while you can. Pretty soon I'll have you talking like that D'Arby guy, remember him? One of the shitty professors you had a few months ago?

[ He slides his hand under her top, rolls his thumb over the curve of her chest and squeezes lightly. ]

'Yes! Yes! Yes!'

[ Does this kind of talk ever work in his favor? It definitely doesn't. ]

Oh my fucking god. Don't remind me of him while I've got my hand on your dick, I might decide to rip it off. What a creep.

[ Thoroughly appalled at what he considers to be good sexy talk, but also a little into it despite herself; he'd have to work a lot harder than that to be a complete turnoff at this point.

Having made that half-hearted threat, she does in fact move her hand to unfasten his pants as she continues talking. ]

He always seemed like the kind of guy who thinks he's so smooth but just fucks his RealDoll all the time when he's at home. I hope you can do a little better than that.

[ His jeans are already becoming more of an obstruction than anything else, so he facilitates her maneuvering by lifting himself under her while she works. Not-so-subtle showing off of his abs there, shameless if only because he knows Jolyne is fine with it. ]

Fuck, don't remind me of his dolls. You think he puts faces of his students on them or something? Goddamn. Have a little faith, I'm not that bad.

[ Despite the topic of conversation, his voice pitches low and he hums them over a flushed collarbone, tracing the bumps and contours of Jolyne's skin with his lips in time to the hand working over her chest. There's anticipation for when her hands will slip under the waistband of his boxers, and he's milking it for all it's worth. ]

[ She takes her hands away from his unbuttoned fly momentarily to cover her face. ]

Eugh, gross! That's exactly the sort of creepy thing he'd do! If you're gonna keep saying stuff like that, you better work way hard to prove that you're better!

[ But she does manage to tug his jeans down his hips, with his help, and she bites her lip in obvious anticipation as she slides her hand over his admittedly impressive abs, down into his boxers to curl around the base of his cock, tugging them out of the way as she pulls it out to take a look. ]

That's my strategy: talk about the bottom of the barrel so I come out of this smelling like roses.

[ He should be appalled by his own tactics, but he has no time for that or for his second smartass comment; both of them are swallowed by his own breath, a long exhale when Jolyne winds her fingers around his stiffening cock and pulls it out from the confines of his jeans. There's a low shit as he shifts against her palm, bracing himself and regaining enough of his poise to do away with Jolyne's shirt altogether. Goodbye, tank top: he pulls it off of her and tosses it aside haphazardly. ]

But yeah, I'll be working 'hard', alright.

[ Rolling a thumb over a nipple, the other free hand goes down into the back of Jolyne's pants and slides under to squeeze at her ass. ]

God...

[ It's almost a groan, though whether it's at that comment or his hands on her isn't entirely obvious. She runs her hand along his cock once before she has to move it to let him pull her shirt off, and she doesn't return it immediately, instead gripping his shoulders and riding up against his thigh as he squeezes her ass, with a tiny grunt of frustration. ]

Fuck, good. If you can't even manage 'hard' we're not gonna get far with this. I won't believe you if you say you have some kind of medical condition.

"Hard" isn't gonna be that difficult if you keep doing what you're doing.

[ He's already most of the way there, facilitated by her weight sliding against his knee, by the way she arches up over him. His weight settles back on the couch so he can get a good look, and if it weren't obvious enough that he likes what he sees, he pulls Jolyne closer by the hand still pressed against her ass and runs his erection between her legs. ]

Or am I gonna have to give you a rundown of my 'medical condition'? Are you really gonna want me to play doctor while we do this?

I bet it would be sexier than talking about dolls! Ah—

[ She breaks off to skim her hands down his chest again to brace herself as she rocks her hips against him, the contact of his erection against her crotch hot even through the fabric of her pants, her breath catching. ]

Doctor or not, you're doing okay...

[ The pressure between his legs elicits a low hum from the back of Gyro's throat, and he chases after that feeling with another slide of his hips, more insistent this time. ]

'Okay' isn't gonna cut it, though. Right?

[ And this time, both of his hands settle on Jolyne's hips, thumbs massaging dangerously close to her crotch while he mock-thrusts up against her. It's her reaction that he wants to see above anything else, right now. ]

[ That does get a real moan from her, sounding more needy than she necessarily wanted to reveal, and she struggles to recover her composure even as she tilts her hips for a better angle. ]

—Of course it's not. You want to hear all about how you're okay at sex? I wanna see you do better than that.

[ And she grips one of his wrists, moving his hand to the fastening of her pants. ]

[ That's enough prompting to unclasp the front of her pants and slide his hand under, to work his fingers down and press the pads of them between her legs. He'd do away with her clothes altogether, but that would require too much maneuvering— for the time being, he wants to see her sweat on top of him. ]

Everyone's a critic. You're gonna have to tell me when it gets good, then.

[ A grin, punctuated by slow strokes of his fingers, infuriatingly languid. ]

God.

[ Her eyelids flutter; having his fingers on her is much more exciting than her own already, even though his slow, light touch doesn't do much for her other than make her flush hot with anticipation and try to restrain herself from pressing into his hand, though she still twitches slightly, dragging her nails down his chest. ]

You're such an asshole... you're lucky you're hot.

[ Selfishness and his own mounting need is what keeps him from pressing his fingers inside Jolyne fully— her composure is a turnon, and so is watching her slowly lose it— but fuck, that's her breath whispering against his hair and her hands leaving red trails down his skin. He's not going to be able to prolong this much longer.

So he doesn't, he works his middle finger inside her while his thumb feels for her clit, attentive to her reaction because it sates him. He even falls silent for the precious few seconds it requires for him to concentrate on her fully. ]

Yeah, it's why you keep me around. [ A laugh, low and reedy. ] I'm not complaining.

[ His finger slides slickly into her, her vagina thoroughly wet with arousal, tightening only a little around it before relaxing, and she takes a sharp breath as his thumb brushes her clit. ]

Y-Yeah, you better not complain.

[ She slides one hand lower to wrap around the shaft of his cock again, feeling the curve of it in her fingers. ]

[ He could reasonably employ his years of medical expertise to the situation, but he's thinking more in terms of what she responds to than what he knows to 'work'. Once Jolyne relaxes enough and he feels her loosening up for him, Gyro adds a second finger, splays them deftly in time to her squeezing his cock. ]

Maybe I should come see you more often, then.

[ Insufferable asshole that he is, he nudges her jaw with his forehead. ]

Fuck—

[ Her free hand grips his hair and tugs his head back, and she leans in to bite his lip and jaw. The motions are haphazard as she's distracted by his fingers inside her, moving down onto them now, other hand tightening unconsciously around his cock. ]

...Maybe you should.

[ He knows he shouldn't, but he laughs into her lips, tilts back for her for easier access. ]

Come on, let's hear the D'arby, then. 'Yes! Yes! Yes!'

[ The last 'yes' is punctuated with a rub of his thumb against her clit again, a languid circle that he accompanies with a rock of his hips up into her palm. ]

I wanna see you getting hot for me, c'mon.

[ She breathes out an indignant huff against his skin. ]

You can see it if you have eyes. I'm not doing the D'arby thing for you, god.

[ She's too aroused to be terribly indignant, though. She rolls her hips into his hand eagerly a few times, and strokes him more deliberately in time, running her thumb over the tip. ]

Your cock's pretty hot, too... I wanna feel you inside me for real. I wonder how long you can keep up that smug look and dumb commentary when we're fucking.

[ She blinks suddenly, pausing. ]

...Condoms are in the other room.

[ Okay, that's got him in the mood, and he's halfway through hauling her up a little more on his knees—

—when she drops that on him, and he tilts his head down to rest it on her shoulder. ]

...What the fuck, couldn't you have said that before I got my cock out?

[ Not that he's going to lose his boner just from this. He slowly pulls his fingers out of her, re-positions his hands around her waist. ]

Am I gonna have to carry you to the other room? Here's the cowboy kink you always wanted: giddy-up.

[ She also releases her grip on him, instead poking him in the chest in annoyance. ]

Shut up, I forgot! It's not like I was expecting to get into it on the couch! And just because I watched that porn that one time doesn't mean I have a kink, for the millionth time!

[ Even if it had been playing loud enough to hear down the hall. But despite her complaints, she shifts her weight, bracing herself on his shoulders. ]

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