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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[ 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. ]

[ He picks her up without much issue, maneuvering so that her legs are wrapped around his waist and her arms are tucked around his shoulders. It's a good thing he knows the place like the back of his hand. ]

You watched that porn? The whole building watched it with you, goddamn.

[ Almost tripping over his undone pants as he tries to take the first step, here. He steps out of them entirely, plodding through the living room in just his boxers until he manages to deposit the both of them on Jolyne's bed. ]

Alright, you've corralled your noble steed into your ranch. You ready?

[ It's almost like he wants to be the unsexiest person ever. ]

[ She settles her weight on him easily as she carries him, and once they're on the bed she sprawls backwards and tugs off her own pants and underwear, discarding them off the edge of the bed. ]

I'm more than ready. Ready for you to drop the stupid horse stuff.

[ After that one-liner to make her father proud, she does in fact lean over to retrieve a condom from a drawer in her bedstand. ]

Blame Johnny, I get all my new material from him.

[ He drops down on the bed next to her, traces a finger up the length of her spine while she rummages around for a condom. There's a distance that Gyro maintains with most people despite his largely-jovial nature, but he's past that stage and into the tacticle one with Jolyne— he isn't afraid to eventually lose patience and drape his whole body on top of her. ]

Come on, before I fall asleep like this. You're not a bad teddy substitute.

[ His touch makes warmth flush through her again, and when she feels the press of his body her breath catches audibly before she answers. ]

Don't get your balls in a twist. And don't compare me to that weird bear. If I'm so boring you fall asleep I'm definitely doing something wrong.

—Here.

[ She holds up the condom, and then twists back around, rolling him so his back hits the mattress, and works on tugging his boxers off, with a smirk. ]

[ A low whistle, and Gyro tilts his chin so he can get a better look at Jolyne pulling his last remaining piece of clothing off of him. Walking over to this room hasn't done anything to diminish his arousal, and her reward for her efforts is the baring of his still-hard cock. Clearly, Gyro isn't ashamed. ]

Hey, hey. Be gentle with the goods.

[ He reaches up, puts a warm palm on her cheek and runs his thumb gently under the corner of one eye. Near-affectionate. ]

[ She tilts her head into his hand a little, instinctively, and her lips quirk up a little more, almost affectionate rather than mocking now, herself.

Then she wraps her hand firmly around his cock. ]

What, are you that delicate?

If there's one person I know that would rip a guy's dick off? It's you.

[ His breath hikes for a second, the small of his back rising from the mattress when Jolyne winds her fingers around his erection. There's an impatient rock of his hips, followed by a drag of one palm over her stomach. ]

That's a compliment, by the way.

[ She laughs, a little breathy, the motion moving her stomach under his hand. ]

That's sweet. But if I ripped it off at this point, it'd be a pain for me too.

[ So instead she rips open the condom wrapper, pulling it out and starting to roll it down onto him. ]

[ A low exhale, and he reaches down to put his hand over hers, easing the condom over his cock with her. When he's done, he grabs the back of Jolyne's thighs gently, pulls her up and poises her over him, knowing glint in his eye. ]

Yeah, you've got all that pent-up energy in you. You know I came here expecting you to be the Good Samaritan? Now I'm the one taking care of you.

[ She looks down at him through half-hooded eyes as she moves, guiding the head of his cock to press gently at her entrance, with a shiver that betrays her even as she keeps her tone mostly flippant. ]

Yeah, wow, look at how selfless and charitable you're being...

[ It's agonizing, being this close to her without being inside of her, so he only waits for a few seconds to let Jolyne adjust before starting to pull her down on him, slowly. ]

It's a win-win... fuck.

[ His eyes flutter closed for a moment, fingers still pressing indents into her thigh from where he's gripped them. ]

A-Ah, damn—

[ A wave of pleasure goes through her like a physical force as she stretches to accommodate him, and her thighs tremble a little as she slides further down, steadily, until his cock is seated as deep inside her as it will go. Then she rocks her hips slightly, experimentally, bracing her hands on his chest. ]

Feels... like a win, yeah...

[ He has to brace himself, keep his hands from digging too hard into Jolyne's legs while he adjusts to the new tightness around him. A slow inhale through his nose later, and he builds himself up into a test grind, lower back rising from the sheets with the motion.

Fuck, this feels good already. ]

Shit, keep doing that and I might shut up for you for longer—

[ Laughs, short and breathy and happy, and keeps moving on him, not pulling away enough for his cock to slide very far out of her, but feeling it press at different angles inside of her as she grinds back against him, almost teasing. ]

...Pretty good incentive...

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