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prompt post one

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He still mostly had intuition in place of technique, and an unrestrained, animal ferocity that more or less made up for the way he shunned making conscious decisions about how to fuck. Phasma hadn't been able to teach him much because he was exquisitely sensitive about being controlled. But she also hadn't tried particularly hard. Her body responded directly to the life and fury that hummed through him. It was barely contained or containable. A ragged, pained gasp in the dark reminded her that most of the time – now, for instance – she had to think and be careful with his body. Because he wasn't. She flinched a little at the sound, at the quiet, underlying agony and desperation of it, and forced the words “please go slower,” past her teeth. Knowing that what his pride wouldn't allow him to do for himself, he'd probably be able to justify for the sake of his partner.

Sure enough: it took one more 'please' to check his momentum, but Kylo let up a little. And then started catching his breath and slowed down considerably. Then he completely surprised her by muttering “sorry,” running a hand through her hair and sounding more self-conscious than he had in years.

“Don't be,” Phasma reassured huskily. She wrapped an arm around his uninjured shoulder, pulled her other hand around the back of his head, and kissed him with enthusiasm as their hips met. It was still deep and hard, just … less frenzied.

Of course, Phasma couldn't really begrudge him the reluctance, because she was using the exact, same logic in reverse. Being able to adapt to whatever pace her partner saw fit to set was normally a point of pride for her. It didn't always make for the most comfortable sex, but on an intellectual level, she was deeply uncomfortable with the idea of wanting anyone to go easy on her. Expressing a preference for anything but the toughest, most demanding option available felt like it gave others far too much power. So asking him to slow down was something she wouldn't have done of her own volition; wouldn't have done for herself. And doing it at all was a bit humiliating, but the heightened sensation almost made up for her wounded pride.

“Would you –” Kylo panted, and then with supreme effort he managed to add, “I want you to ride me.”

“Alright,” she agreed. “Let me down and –” she barely had time to unhook her legs and feel the ground under the balls of her feet before he was kissing her again, almost gently. She steered them against her bed and he let himself fall back on it as she climbed easily on top of him, spread her legs, and sank into his length. She flexed her inner muscles, getting a feel for the new position, and Kylo groaned under her. “Comfortable?” Phasma asked, still not sure what to make of his request.

“Yes,” he hissed, sounding less human than ever.

She put a hand at the base of his erection to keep him securely in place as she raised up and came back down. His great hands grabbed her, in turn, by the hipbones, but he supported her motion rather than trying to control it. She'd managed to recover considerably while they were against the wall, so she raised herself almost entirely off him and took him in deep with each stroke. Kylo wasn't exactly coherent, but he sounded pleased with this, so she continued, letting her muscles pull him into her as they got the hang of the motion.

Her insides were feeling hotter and more swollen with every thrust, as if her body was aiming to just grab on and keep him, right there, buried to the hilt in her. He came as she flexed around him, in long shudders timed to her fullest contact. Phasma rode out his orgasm, moving more subtly and shifting the hand that had been around his cock down lower, to stroke his balls in a way that prolonged it.

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FILL: Kylo/Phasma, working out (Part 4/5)