[ COLLEGE AU: GYRO AND JOLYNE ]

[rettangolo]

[ 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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[stringmealong]

[ He's going to get obnoxiously smug about this, she knows already, but it's very swiftly becoming difficult to care about that as he thrusts send rushes of pleasure through her. His grip and the solid feel of his body beneath her are electrifying in a way she definitely couldn't have managed by herself. ]

Yes, right there. Don't stop...

[rettangolo]

[ He's only smug because he likes it when Jolyne enjoys herself, and he considers this her enjoying herself. It's an added bonus that he's also working himself up, stirring his own pulse until he can hear it ringing in his ears. His grip on her gets a little hungrier, his thrusts slightly more greedy. ]

Couldn't stop if you told me to. [ Is what he manages to pant between breaths, his knees shaking from exertion. ]

[stringmealong]

Good.

[ She says it with feeling, shuddering hard on the end of his thrusts. This is how she likes it, both of them hot and into it, and she loses whatever restraint she had left, letting out incoherent gasping moans. ]

[rettangolo]

[ His hips stutter, senses pushed to the edge as Jolyne picks up speed. Lightly flushed, he groans under his breath and reaches down to where they're connected, rolls his thumb intermittently over her clit again.

He's close, which is why he remains well-behaved (silent). ]

[stringmealong]

Shit, fuck, nn—!

[ She's already hot with arousal, but the brush of his touch on her clit sends a different sort of pleasure through her with a jolt, and she trembles harder, abruptly on the edge herself, and she digs her fingernails into his skin. ]

Y-Yeah, come on...

[rettangolo]

Fuck, just like that—

[ The tremor that runs through Jolyne transfers over, and Gyro has to bite back a long exhale at how good it feels to have her clamped around him. As he gets himself closer and closer to the brink, he lifts faster and harder, arches his back and seeks out that point of connection.

He lasts for a few more rough thrusts, dissolves into a string of soft Italian when he finally comes with his hips pressed firmly into the curve of Jolyne's ass. ]

[stringmealong]

[ She swiftly drops into incoherence herself as he thrusts hard, the pace and his obvious need finally bringing her the rest of the way off, and she cries out loudly, eyes going unfocused.

But she manages to drag them open again as she rides the end of her pleasure into his, watching him as he comes and listening to his Italian even if she doesn't understand it.

After a few heavy breaths she manages to gather herself enough to comment. ]

That's so hot...

[rettangolo]

[ He has to bring himself back into clarity, take a few deep breaths to switch gears and remember that he has to speak English.

And when he does, he looks up from where he's starfished himself on the sheets, gives her a slightly-crooked grin. ]

Want to take a picture? It'll last longer.

[stringmealong]

[ Takes another beat to get her brain online enough to parse what he's saying, and then grins, making a frame with her hands and peering down at him through it. ]

If I had a camera on hand. It would be good to have around. Maybe you've got a career ahead of you.

[rettangolo]

Your old man's gonna kill you if he finds out you're thinking of becoming a porn director with me as your lead. Or, shit, he might kill me.

[ A forearm goes over his face, as if to ward off camera lights. ]

Come up with a good alias, and then we'll talk.

[stringmealong]

What, "Steel Balls" isn't good enough for you?

[ She laughs, and carefully rises up off of him, enough to roll to his side and peer under his arm. ]

Though, I dunno, I might want to keep it my personal show.

[rettangolo]

[ He lifts his forearm, makes a show of peeking from under it, before rolling on top of Jolyne and bodily crushing her under his weight. Playfully. ]

Nyohoho! Jolyne doesn't know how to share. Forget the porno, that's what's gonna make your old man cry.

[ Biting her shoulder lightly, as if to emphasize his point. ]

[stringmealong]

[ The way her lips turn up shows that she doesn't actually seem to mind it, but she makes a noise like the breath's knocked out of her and splays her limbs out dramatically anyway. ]

What, you think he was all about kids sharing toys on the playground or something? I hope you don't mean he's expecting me to share you.

[ Makes a face, wrapping an arm around him mock-possessively. ]

That'd be really awkward.