One of her arms retreats, only so her digits can move some of that hair away from his face, take in the shyness in his expression, the blueness of his eyes similar to her own. He's adorable, there's no other way around that, in a way that makes her sigh a little.
( He wants to say guess it wasn't up for questioning, but then she's brushing his bangs out of his face like she is and staring to him while he stares at her. Quiet. Curious. Trying not to remember what— who this reminds him of when she leans up and kisses him then and he just... goes with it.
Gently, he pulls her in a little closer — brings his other hand up to hold at the small of her back along with the other. Slow and sweet with both kiss and touches, blocking out anything or anyone who might try and creep up on him from his past and wrap them up in a bubble of warmth, keeping them safe in this little moment here in a very pink and white room. )
(She might have called him sweet a lot of times, but this just ensures that the pet name never dies. He's so careful with her, unsurprisingly so — she had a feeling he would be, always gentle, always nice.
She's much more aggressive than he is, but she, too, is testing the waters, seeing what he does and how his lips feel against her pair, which is why, with curiosity guiding her, she pulls him closer.)
( It’s not as if he really needed incentive to come back from Solmara if he gets asked by Aurora to go, but. He’s also not about to go and say that when she’s pulling him in closer and her lips are there against his own, so. Again, he just goes with it.
He tips his head some — hands gentle in the way they smooth themselves along the small of her back, just barely moving up before they’re falling back down again, holding to her waist instead with her pressing in so much more closer to him. If he were to ever play bingo with his life, this right here certainly wouldn’t have been a square on his card and yet, here he is, stamping the Make out with Another Telepath/Possible Teammate square right here in the mansion he never thought he’d step foot in. Precognition definitely didn’t show this.
When he breaks the kiss, it’s to give himself a second — forehead pressed to hers and breath a warm tickle against soft lips. Blue eyes just barely open, a smile quietly comes to him then. )
Maybe I should volunteer for potentially dangerous missions more often.
(And she hasn't even started the telepathic bullshit she can do when it comes to things like these. She's particularly good at it, illusioning taste, smells, messing with sensory perceptions, intensifying and reducing feeling and touch. It's exactly why she enjoys telepaths in the first place, the ability to make contact exceptionally memorable and pleasurable. She is, after all, Emma Frost's daughter, having learned from the source itself.
She's just, you know, giving him a moment before she jumps into that. Right now, however, she's taking in how his lips feel against her, moving in a waltz that is gentle. Before he breaks the kiss, she allows for her lips to take in his bottom one with a little nibble.)
Maybe, yeah.
(There's a smile on her face, a little playful grin that is brought to his lips again in a peck.)
I definitely wouldn't mind doing this every time before you go, either.
( Nate is capable of feeling everything from everyone. Because of that, a lot of the time, he needs to shield himself from others lest he end up drowning in thoughts and feelings and things that aren’t even his. It’s a double-edged sword a lot of the time, he’s coming to find. It makes him useful in being able to relate to and understand others and what they might be struggling to convey with words or to another. At the same time, he can lose himself — become overwhelmed in so much that isn't his, that it becomes too much even for him to feel. He’s capable of feeling what others feel and on the other side of that coin, capable of making them feel what he feels. That’s why he needs to shield himself. Let it all become white noise.
With another telepath, however, there’s this song and dance of each being able to penetrate the others shields — unless they’re really that thick in the moment — to a degree so intimately that he hasn’t ever really done or felt with another before. Because he’s always been on the giving end. The receiving? Not so much.
His shields aren’t exactly ironclad at the moment and when she nips at his bottom lip, the breath that leaves him is one both soft and hitched, a little skip to his heartbeat. He smiles. )
Oh, is that how it’s gonna go now?
( There’s a playful sweetness in the way he asks that — in the way he noses at her, brow still pressed to hers. )
Better tell Aurora to sign me up for every dangerous mission then.
( The words are a soft murmur before he’s pushing away the shyness residing within him and kissing her a little more earnestly this time. )
(Sophie doesn't have the same range, the same capacities, nor half his empathy or power to care. She doesn't pay too much attention to what she listens to and what she picks up from others, so unlike him, who needs to shield himself from all of it, she just ignores it all, like water on a duck's back... Unless it's interesting.
This doesn't feel like the most reasonable choice she can make, but she's so horribly lonely, and there is nothing more soothing than a handsome man holding her close to erase that for a little while. Nate never failed to make her smile and feel a little special, so that selfish part of her is taking over. To feel something good after the fights she has had ever since she arrived here, the disappointment over Krakoa, the fuck ups, the ups and the downs, mostly the downs.
Let her forget it for just a second.
As a telepath, however, she tends to be a sharer. It's automatic to give and take, it's how she is used to experiencing the world — connectiveness. She's moving past that shield, letting him feel the warmth on her skin, the tightness in her lungs, the goosebumps on the back of her neck when she hears that breath.)
Not allowed. What if she doesn't let give you a break? Then you won't have time to do this.
(She's never going to deny him a kiss, but since this one is more eager than the last, she's moving back until she finds her desk to sit on.)
( The moment she moves back for her desk, he helps her up on it, hands resting flat on the surface of it on either side of her. He leans in a little, head tilted, hair falling gently in front of his face, smile softly worn there on his lips. Part of him remembers where they are — how it's not just the two of them here. But at the same time, it very much feels like it is just them. )
You don't think I could sneak a few moments away from whatever mission for some of this?
( His smile brightens in a way that almost lights his eyes up and the chuckle that leaves him is soft and playful, a drop of his gaze as he licks over his lips for a second. )
(Not unlike what she did to him when she first met him, she's dimming everything that isn't them, all background, tiny, unimportant, if he lets her. There's no doubt in her mind he knows this is her doing, and if he wanted to, he could strong-arm her very, very easily — she isn't particularly worried.
Her head tilts back in her smile, the words granting him a sweet laugh as one of her leg moves to rest against his hip. Doesn't it look like an invitation? It is one.)
So, you're saying I'm worth sneaking out of a mission for?
( He has an idea of what she's doing — can feel it because... of course he can. What he also feels is the way her leg comes against his hip and he glances down to it for only a moment before he's looking back up to her through those white bangs, hand gentle in the way it smooths up that leg. )
I have a bit of a problem with authority in case you didn't know.
(Didn't they have a convo about girls liking bad boys not too long ago? Very nice of him to mention it.
In contrast to how everything else is dimmed, she's also intensifying everything they're doing. The softness of her skin, the way her muscle contracts a little as a reflex, the pins and needles on her neck, and the butterflies she feels flying around in her stomach as he looks at her.
Lust. She's sending that to Nate, too, an automatic connection to all the pleasures and niceties that she feels before she takes his lips again.
Sophie's not half as gentle as he is, she's getting worked up with all this flirting, so as her tongue moves to find his, her leg is hooking a little against him. If Nate wondered how those things went with another telepath, well.)
( Maybe it's more that he doesn't like being told what to do — that he'd rather make his own decisions instead of having those of others forced upon him, but. In the grand scheme of things, the technicality of it all doesn't really matter much when it comes to right now... especially not when she's pushing all those feelings past his walls.
Hands clutch at her slender waist, body slotting in between her legs there. The rush that comes with the sudden onslaught of everything she pushes past his walls catches him a little off guard and the sound that leaves him is almost salacious there against her lips. His head spin — his tongue caressing hers, hands holding to her and keeping her there against him on the desk as this kiss between them seems to somehow deepen all on its own and he gently forgets where he is for the moment. This room, this mansion, Etraya in general. It all slips away from him, replaced by the softness of her skin, the taste of her on his tongue, and the way she feels there holding to him in a way he hasn't been held in however long it's been now. )
(There's a reason why the Cuckoos prefer telepaths. The things they can do, the sensations they can bring, what they can give and take away in a split second? Too tempting and alluring for them not to desire it, both as the ones doing it, but also on the receiving end. Whether Nate has ever used telepathy like that is not something she is concerned about, this is learnable, and if anything, he can't say she isn't a formative experience.
Nate seems as fired up as she is, with how his hands are secure on her waist, how the roughness of her kiss is being retributed, that sound he makes, and it just feels like they're both in the same state bubble of leaving everything about anything else outside her door, focused on here, on now, on skin and sensation. No concern is given to what is on her desk, she's knocking it off to the floor so she can rest against the wooden surface and bring him with her, her heel pressing a little on the small of her back as she leaves a pleased, melted sigh into the kiss.)
( Ordinarily, he'd be a little quick to telekinetically grab the stuff knocked off, lest any of it break, and gently set it down, but. Well. Little distracted at the moment, so it all just falls to the floor with a brush of her hand, Nate coming down with her as she pulls him in.
Maybe he shouldn't chase after this. Maybe this is a bad idea given the fact that he's still trying to find his place among the others here — that he's trying to get used to living under one giant roof with so many other mutants who have history with one another, but. He's lonely. Deep down. The two people he thought cared about him have disappeared on him again — one even working with Sinister who he'd been trapped with prior to finding himself on Etraya. But he's lonely and feels alone and his body is going to burn out on him in a few years time and this... this is about as normal as it can get for him right now. Even if this means nothing after, she doesn't want him for his power and that, in itself, is a first for him as of late.
The heel of a palm presses against the desk, muscles taut as his arm bends some, hair gently tickling her face as lips keep brushing over hers. There's little breaks in between — quick breaths taken before he's diving in for another kiss. )
/You can play around in my brain too, if you wanna see how that's like./
(Some trust there, Nate.
There are plenty of reasons why this is a horrible idea, if they don't watch where it goes. Sophie's got heavy baggage, an individuality crisis, a mean streak, and a tendency to play a little too hard, go a little overboard, and as every telepath, shit people skills.
But she's lonely, and she can feel he is too. Mutants that have a history with one another, while she was resting below the Earth, and all she has are crumbles left by what she is. Mutants that she has history with that drive her to the edge of her sanity, and mutants that aren't here, and her mind feels like an empty apartment after someone just moved out.
He'll be gone. She'll be... Whatever she'll be. Sophie doesn't even know, and she doesn't care to know about anything right now other than how his lips feel against her own. In one of those breaks they give, her hands move to shiftly remove the shirt he wears before she smiles at the sight.
( Honestly, this is one of the perks of something like this with another telepath: the being able to talk to one another without the use of lips.
The shirt comes off, muscles toned and taut as he braces himself there against the desk with the heels of his palms. A flick of hair out of his face, he looks down to her, breath soft and warm, head still spinning some from her, from this, from everything she pushes past his walls. )
Play around?
( He... has an idea and yet, he doesn't want to assume. Doesn't want to plunge her into something unexpectedly that sends a psychic shockwave throughout the mansion by accident. )
(Okay, but that would be quite epic, and she'd find it the most amusing thing to have happened this century or the next.
The way she answers it is through action, now reddened lips attaching to his neck, and she intensifies it as her fingernails run from the nape of his neck to his waist, barely a touch and nothing resembling a scratch other than the feeling of something sharp against skin, but with how she dims everything even more? It might as well be one hell of an experience.)
( Oh, so he was… sort of right in what he was thinking, but. Please hold because the things she’s making his physical body feel… fuck. He’s not caught off guard, just surprised — pleasantly so — and with the way those blue eyes practically roll back into his head, it’s a good sort of surprise. One that has a low almost growl of a groan spill from his lips, head hanging between shoulder blades as he does.
It takes him a second to collect himself — another moment to swallow before he’s nosing at her sweetly, then smoothing a hand down the front of her cropped shirt. Lips pepper the side of her face with kisses, hand moving up underneath that cropped top and sliding its way to her chest until it pops out of the collar to hold the curve of her neck. He turns her head back towards him — kisses her mouth again with tongue pushing in… and then he’s touching her between her legs. With his mind. Psychic fingers brushing over her as if they were inside her leggings rubbing her hotly, stroking her. Working her up while his actual hand caresses along that leg she has hiked around him some, still holding to her neck with the other. )
(Sometimes, being wrong is the best. In her head, Nate would be too sweet for her, anything with him much more akin to love-making, unhurriedly, tender, romantic, and as he most likely can tell, it's not her style. Never has Sophie Cuckoo been more static about making mistaken judgments of character. With his head tilted like that, she has even more access to his neck, lips tracing the shape of his jawline before she's distracted by the warmth sneaking into her shirt, and the way she's being kissed.
What breaks it is not any need to breathe, but the loud moan that escapes her once she feels the stimulation. She can't help it, the wave of pleasure that overtakes her is shared with him too, along with the way she's craving. She just needs the layers of clothing gone, so the top goes flying to reveal a pinky, lacy bra as her heel pushes against the small of Nate's back to bring his hips closer to hers.)
( This isn't what he came to her room for — isn't anything he thought he would ever be indulging in again with someone other than Thren, but. Here he is. Shirtless, hunched over her there on the desk with clutter scattered about on the floor, Sophie in her lacy pink bra, heel of her foot pressing into his lower back. His mind reacts to knowing how unexpected this is and grants them a sort of privacy then within the mansion that doesn't leave them hidden or invisible, but. Dampens their activities to an extent. A classic case of his powers taking over working to his advantage.
A hand drops away from her — lips pressing open-mouthed kisses across the curve of her neck — and he hooks a set of fingers into the waistband of her leggings, tugging them down as quickly and as awkwardly as one can given their being on the desk and all. He wasn't sure about this — wasn't sure about letting anything go beyond a bit of kissing, but. He falls into it easily enough. Maybe because he needs this. Needs her. To temporarily fill the loneliness he's been dealing with. A loneliness he can feel deep within her as well.
The moment he gets those leggings off, he tosses them behind — hand dropping down to brace against the desk while his other undoes the front of his pants, lips on her throat, breath warm between kisses. )
(Sometimes, things just happen. She thought she was just going to kiss him a little, keep it flirty, a little distant, but the loneliness and selfishness won there. She's tired, she's been tired, and to be touched, to be wanted for a while, pleased, satisfied is not something she's going to ignore. It doesn't, nor should mean anything, when both of them are more than attuned to the feelings the other shares.
Not being alone would be nice for a moment. Being held. She wants it, and she can tell he might as well need it. Of course, no Omega-level powers of telepathy reside within her, but if he doesn't push, she should be able to bubble them, shield them from anything that isn't them. It'd do good for her, it'd do go for him. No worries, just the feeling of hot breath on her skin, the kisses he presses, and the coldness on her thighs once she's practically naked under him.
She only sits up a little to help him get those pants off the way, legs hooking again around his waist so she can grind against length, a low sound of delight escaping her from the friction.)
The kisses, the touches, the desire, the intensity — his heartbeat alone beats like a frenzied hummingbird trapped within his ribcage and he can't find it within him to slow down now that he's found himself pulled between her naked legs there. They're both barely dressed — pink lacy bra and pants pushed down just past his hips. They're here on her hard desk, not the soft bed. She's wet and eager, he's hard and desperate. They're five seconds away from becoming a telepathic mess all over each other.
Everything happens quickly then.
A hand slides under her thigh to pull her in some — lean her back against the desk more and he's ducking his head down for a moment between them as he lines himself up between those slender legs of hers. His head spins, his left eye glows bright and warm, and then he's sliding himself inside her with the help of his hand for a second, his other bracing against the dark wood of the desk by her waist and he can't help the groan that leaves him as she takes him there on the desk.
(Everything feels way too hot right now. Her face, her skin, their breath, the muscles she's touching, burning her inside out. She probably looks a bit messy, with all the moving, the desk that does nothing to keep her hair in place, the sweat she's starting to build, and she knows it's useless to try and make him see her as flawless when he could see through it. It doesn't seem like he minds her like this, with blonde strands all over the place, not completely naked, and neither is he.
If anything, hunger and lust won tonight, and she gives no resistance to being leaned against the hard wooden surface, open, willing, all but begging if he hadn't fulfilled her wish so promptly. Her toes curl, a melted sigh escaping her open lips once he is inside, before her eyes close to focus on the feeling of fullness.
Clenching and amplifying his focus on it, she's pulling Nate in for another kiss, a rougher, more passionate one as she starts moving her hips against his.)
( If this were any other time — if Sophie were any other sort of girl, he might have been more slow and gentle with this. Take his time, touch her all over in places and ways that would make her sigh. But Sophie's not like that — not that kind of girl — and desperation runs hot through his veins right now, hers as well. An explosion of lust and desire for one another — for one thing — that anything slow and gentle won't scratch that itch they both have. It's that rough, raw, insatiable need they crave from each other and it's exactly why he has her here on the desk like this.
She pulls him in for a kiss and it's hard, head spinning — grunts and sighs leaving his lips with practically every thrust into her. She's tight, she's warm, she's wrapped around him in ways he never thought she would be — he never thought he'd feel again — and he drinks up every little sound she makes against his mouth, greedy for it. For her.
His brow bumps hers, blue eyes squeezed shut, the way she makes him feel mingling with the way he's making her feel. A sexual telepathic back and forth that has his skin growing hot. That's when fingers grip at her hip — when he picks her up off the desk, other hand on her back, keeping those legs of hers around him, and he moves them to the wall there, pressing her up against it, hard, and keeps going like that. )
(The rougher he is with her, the rougher he receives. The telepathic knot that keeps their thoughts from dispersing is now gone, mostly because she doesn't think they can produce any that isn't about just how they needed this. As he might have noticed, there's no shyness from her part, she's moving in unison with him, clenching just at the right moments so she can bring out more out of him.
Her hands take a fistful of his hair to pull when he hits a particularly sensitive spot, nails digging against the skin of his shoulder leaving imprints of half-moons on it. Her moans are sugary sighs, a smidge higher in pitch when he moves in a way she appreciates. Sophie couldn't care less about him being an Omega, but his being a telepath makes for such, such fun moments that have her head spinning just as much as his is.
With her back against the wall, her head tilts as she clings to him for support, her eyebrows furrowed as she feels his pleasure, and sends him her own, the back and forth something she doesn't wanna quit so soon.)
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Date: 2025-05-11 02:03 am (UTC)(The looks, the walk, the everything.
One of her arms retreats, only so her digits can move some of that hair away from his face, take in the shyness in his expression, the blueness of his eyes similar to her own. He's adorable, there's no other way around that, in a way that makes her sigh a little.
And she's the one who tip toes to meet his lips.)
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Date: 2025-05-11 02:25 am (UTC)Gently, he pulls her in a little closer — brings his other hand up to hold at the small of her back along with the other. Slow and sweet with both kiss and touches, blocking out anything or anyone who might try and creep up on him from his past and wrap them up in a bubble of warmth, keeping them safe in this little moment here in a very pink and white room. )
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Date: 2025-05-11 04:54 am (UTC)She's much more aggressive than he is, but she, too, is testing the waters, seeing what he does and how his lips feel against her pair, which is why, with curiosity guiding her, she pulls him closer.)
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Date: 2025-05-11 08:15 am (UTC)He tips his head some — hands gentle in the way they smooth themselves along the small of her back, just barely moving up before they’re falling back down again, holding to her waist instead with her pressing in so much more closer to him. If he were to ever play bingo with his life, this right here certainly wouldn’t have been a square on his card and yet, here he is, stamping the Make out with Another Telepath/Possible Teammate square right here in the mansion he never thought he’d step foot in. Precognition definitely didn’t show this.
When he breaks the kiss, it’s to give himself a second — forehead pressed to hers and breath a warm tickle against soft lips. Blue eyes just barely open, a smile quietly comes to him then. )
Maybe I should volunteer for potentially dangerous missions more often.
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Date: 2025-05-11 02:30 pm (UTC)She's just, you know, giving him a moment before she jumps into that. Right now, however, she's taking in how his lips feel against her, moving in a waltz that is gentle. Before he breaks the kiss, she allows for her lips to take in his bottom one with a little nibble.)
Maybe, yeah.
(There's a smile on her face, a little playful grin that is brought to his lips again in a peck.)
I definitely wouldn't mind doing this every time before you go, either.
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Date: 2025-05-11 03:21 pm (UTC)With another telepath, however, there’s this song and dance of each being able to penetrate the others shields — unless they’re really that thick in the moment — to a degree so intimately that he hasn’t ever really done or felt with another before. Because he’s always been on the giving end. The receiving? Not so much.
His shields aren’t exactly ironclad at the moment and when she nips at his bottom lip, the breath that leaves him is one both soft and hitched, a little skip to his heartbeat. He smiles. )
Oh, is that how it’s gonna go now?
( There’s a playful sweetness in the way he asks that — in the way he noses at her, brow still pressed to hers. )
Better tell Aurora to sign me up for every dangerous mission then.
( The words are a soft murmur before he’s pushing away the shyness residing within him and kissing her a little more earnestly this time. )
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Date: 2025-05-11 07:31 pm (UTC)This doesn't feel like the most reasonable choice she can make, but she's so horribly lonely, and there is nothing more soothing than a handsome man holding her close to erase that for a little while. Nate never failed to make her smile and feel a little special, so that selfish part of her is taking over. To feel something good after the fights she has had ever since she arrived here, the disappointment over Krakoa, the fuck ups, the ups and the downs, mostly the downs.
Let her forget it for just a second.
As a telepath, however, she tends to be a sharer. It's automatic to give and take, it's how she is used to experiencing the world — connectiveness. She's moving past that shield, letting him feel the warmth on her skin, the tightness in her lungs, the goosebumps on the back of her neck when she hears that breath.)
Not allowed. What if she doesn't let give you a break? Then you won't have time to do this.
(She's never going to deny him a kiss, but since this one is more eager than the last, she's moving back until she finds her desk to sit on.)
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Date: 2025-05-11 07:52 pm (UTC)You don't think I could sneak a few moments away from whatever mission for some of this?
( His smile brightens in a way that almost lights his eyes up and the chuckle that leaves him is soft and playful, a drop of his gaze as he licks over his lips for a second. )
It's what we're good at, isn't it?
( Glancing up, he smiles still. )
Being sneaky.
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Date: 2025-05-11 08:12 pm (UTC)Her head tilts back in her smile, the words granting him a sweet laugh as one of her leg moves to rest against his hip. Doesn't it look like an invitation? It is one.)
So, you're saying I'm worth sneaking out of a mission for?
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Date: 2025-05-11 08:20 pm (UTC)I have a bit of a problem with authority in case you didn't know.
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Date: 2025-05-11 08:37 pm (UTC)(Didn't they have a convo about girls liking bad boys not too long ago? Very nice of him to mention it.
In contrast to how everything else is dimmed, she's also intensifying everything they're doing. The softness of her skin, the way her muscle contracts a little as a reflex, the pins and needles on her neck, and the butterflies she feels flying around in her stomach as he looks at her.
Lust. She's sending that to Nate, too, an automatic connection to all the pleasures and niceties that she feels before she takes his lips again.
Sophie's not half as gentle as he is, she's getting worked up with all this flirting, so as her tongue moves to find his, her leg is hooking a little against him. If Nate wondered how those things went with another telepath, well.)
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Date: 2025-05-11 09:00 pm (UTC)Hands clutch at her slender waist, body slotting in between her legs there. The rush that comes with the sudden onslaught of everything she pushes past his walls catches him a little off guard and the sound that leaves him is almost salacious there against her lips. His head spin — his tongue caressing hers, hands holding to her and keeping her there against him on the desk as this kiss between them seems to somehow deepen all on its own and he gently forgets where he is for the moment. This room, this mansion, Etraya in general. It all slips away from him, replaced by the softness of her skin, the taste of her on his tongue, and the way she feels there holding to him in a way he hasn't been held in however long it's been now. )
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Date: 2025-05-11 09:21 pm (UTC)Nate seems as fired up as she is, with how his hands are secure on her waist, how the roughness of her kiss is being retributed, that sound he makes, and it just feels like they're both in the same state bubble of leaving everything about anything else outside her door, focused on here, on now, on skin and sensation. No concern is given to what is on her desk, she's knocking it off to the floor so she can rest against the wooden surface and bring him with her, her heel pressing a little on the small of her back as she leaves a pleased, melted sigh into the kiss.)
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Date: 2025-05-11 09:59 pm (UTC)Maybe he shouldn't chase after this. Maybe this is a bad idea given the fact that he's still trying to find his place among the others here — that he's trying to get used to living under one giant roof with so many other mutants who have history with one another, but. He's lonely. Deep down. The two people he thought cared about him have disappeared on him again — one even working with Sinister who he'd been trapped with prior to finding himself on Etraya. But he's lonely and feels alone and his body is going to burn out on him in a few years time and this... this is about as normal as it can get for him right now. Even if this means nothing after, she doesn't want him for his power and that, in itself, is a first for him as of late.
The heel of a palm presses against the desk, muscles taut as his arm bends some, hair gently tickling her face as lips keep brushing over hers. There's little breaks in between — quick breaths taken before he's diving in for another kiss. )
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Date: 2025-05-11 10:27 pm (UTC)(Some trust there, Nate.
There are plenty of reasons why this is a horrible idea, if they don't watch where it goes. Sophie's got heavy baggage, an individuality crisis, a mean streak, and a tendency to play a little too hard, go a little overboard, and as every telepath, shit people skills.
But she's lonely, and she can feel he is too. Mutants that have a history with one another, while she was resting below the Earth, and all she has are crumbles left by what she is. Mutants that she has history with that drive her to the edge of her sanity, and mutants that aren't here, and her mind feels like an empty apartment after someone just moved out.
He'll be gone. She'll be... Whatever she'll be. Sophie doesn't even know, and she doesn't care to know about anything right now other than how his lips feel against her own. In one of those breaks they give, her hands move to shiftly remove the shirt he wears before she smiles at the sight.
Lucky her.)
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Date: 2025-05-11 10:43 pm (UTC)The shirt comes off, muscles toned and taut as he braces himself there against the desk with the heels of his palms. A flick of hair out of his face, he looks down to her, breath soft and warm, head still spinning some from her, from this, from everything she pushes past his walls. )
Play around?
( He... has an idea and yet, he doesn't want to assume. Doesn't want to plunge her into something unexpectedly that sends a psychic shockwave throughout the mansion by accident. )
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Date: 2025-05-11 11:33 pm (UTC)The way she answers it is through action, now reddened lips attaching to his neck, and she intensifies it as her fingernails run from the nape of his neck to his waist, barely a touch and nothing resembling a scratch other than the feeling of something sharp against skin, but with how she dims everything even more? It might as well be one hell of an experience.)
/It's fun./
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Date: 2025-05-11 11:54 pm (UTC)It takes him a second to collect himself — another moment to swallow before he’s nosing at her sweetly, then smoothing a hand down the front of her cropped shirt. Lips pepper the side of her face with kisses, hand moving up underneath that cropped top and sliding its way to her chest until it pops out of the collar to hold the curve of her neck. He turns her head back towards him — kisses her mouth again with tongue pushing in… and then he’s touching her between her legs. With his mind. Psychic fingers brushing over her as if they were inside her leggings rubbing her hotly, stroking her. Working her up while his actual hand caresses along that leg she has hiked around him some, still holding to her neck with the other. )
How's that feel, princess?
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Date: 2025-05-12 12:19 am (UTC)What breaks it is not any need to breathe, but the loud moan that escapes her once she feels the stimulation. She can't help it, the wave of pleasure that overtakes her is shared with him too, along with the way she's craving. She just needs the layers of clothing gone, so the top goes flying to reveal a pinky, lacy bra as her heel pushes against the small of Nate's back to bring his hips closer to hers.)
/Feels like we're not gonna make it to the bed./
(Honestly? Much hotter that way.)
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Date: 2025-05-12 04:11 pm (UTC)A hand drops away from her — lips pressing open-mouthed kisses across the curve of her neck — and he hooks a set of fingers into the waistband of her leggings, tugging them down as quickly and as awkwardly as one can given their being on the desk and all. He wasn't sure about this — wasn't sure about letting anything go beyond a bit of kissing, but. He falls into it easily enough. Maybe because he needs this. Needs her. To temporarily fill the loneliness he's been dealing with. A loneliness he can feel deep within her as well.
The moment he gets those leggings off, he tosses them behind — hand dropping down to brace against the desk while his other undoes the front of his pants, lips on her throat, breath warm between kisses. )
Who needs the bed when this desk is right here?
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Date: 2025-05-12 04:46 pm (UTC)Not being alone would be nice for a moment. Being held. She wants it, and she can tell he might as well need it. Of course, no Omega-level powers of telepathy reside within her, but if he doesn't push, she should be able to bubble them, shield them from anything that isn't them. It'd do good for her, it'd do go for him. No worries, just the feeling of hot breath on her skin, the kisses he presses, and the coldness on her thighs once she's practically naked under him.
She only sits up a little to help him get those pants off the way, legs hooking again around his waist so she can grind against length, a low sound of delight escaping her from the friction.)
/Don't let me wait much longer./
(She's already impossibly horny.)
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Date: 2025-05-12 07:45 pm (UTC)The kisses, the touches, the desire, the intensity — his heartbeat alone beats like a frenzied hummingbird trapped within his ribcage and he can't find it within him to slow down now that he's found himself pulled between her naked legs there. They're both barely dressed — pink lacy bra and pants pushed down just past his hips. They're here on her hard desk, not the soft bed. She's wet and eager, he's hard and desperate. They're five seconds away from becoming a telepathic mess all over each other.
Everything happens quickly then.
A hand slides under her thigh to pull her in some — lean her back against the desk more and he's ducking his head down for a moment between them as he lines himself up between those slender legs of hers. His head spins, his left eye glows bright and warm, and then he's sliding himself inside her with the help of his hand for a second, his other bracing against the dark wood of the desk by her waist and he can't help the groan that leaves him as she takes him there on the desk.
Everything suddenly feels better. )
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Date: 2025-05-12 08:00 pm (UTC)If anything, hunger and lust won tonight, and she gives no resistance to being leaned against the hard wooden surface, open, willing, all but begging if he hadn't fulfilled her wish so promptly. Her toes curl, a melted sigh escaping her open lips once he is inside, before her eyes close to focus on the feeling of fullness.
Clenching and amplifying his focus on it, she's pulling Nate in for another kiss, a rougher, more passionate one as she starts moving her hips against his.)
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Date: 2025-05-12 08:31 pm (UTC)She pulls him in for a kiss and it's hard, head spinning — grunts and sighs leaving his lips with practically every thrust into her. She's tight, she's warm, she's wrapped around him in ways he never thought she would be — he never thought he'd feel again — and he drinks up every little sound she makes against his mouth, greedy for it. For her.
His brow bumps hers, blue eyes squeezed shut, the way she makes him feel mingling with the way he's making her feel. A sexual telepathic back and forth that has his skin growing hot. That's when fingers grip at her hip — when he picks her up off the desk, other hand on her back, keeping those legs of hers around him, and he moves them to the wall there, pressing her up against it, hard, and keeps going like that. )
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Date: 2025-05-12 08:47 pm (UTC)Her hands take a fistful of his hair to pull when he hits a particularly sensitive spot, nails digging against the skin of his shoulder leaving imprints of half-moons on it. Her moans are sugary sighs, a smidge higher in pitch when he moves in a way she appreciates. Sophie couldn't care less about him being an Omega, but his being a telepath makes for such, such fun moments that have her head spinning just as much as his is.
With her back against the wall, her head tilts as she clings to him for support, her eyebrows furrowed as she feels his pleasure, and sends him her own, the back and forth something she doesn't wanna quit so soon.)
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