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[allgotrabies]

Hey, it's Annie, you know what to do.

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[allgotrabies]

"Teach me." She brings her knees up alongside his ribs so she's straddling him. Her expression is still playful but there's a set to her body that is all focus.

[madaboutit]

Fuck, just like she knew where he wanted her.

Sweeney crooks his finger, urging her face closer so he can speak lowly, as if in secret.

"Póg mé." He lifts his head a touch, but doesn't fully close the distance. "Kiss me."

[allgotrabies]

She can't decide if it's a dirty move for how readily she's wrapped around his finger, or if it's the most effective teaching method ever. Either way she isn't just repeating the phrase when she says, "Póg mé," and doesn't let herself actually kiss him.

[madaboutit]

His smirk speaks to his thought. Trixy minx.

Sweeney's hand darts to catch her by the back of her head and yank her to him so he can kiss her hotly. It's brief, if hungry, and he pulls her back a few inches by a fistful of hair.

"Teagmháil liom," he requests with a lift of his brow, seeing if she recalls enough.

After a few moments, he makes an addition.

"Úsáid do theanga." Sweeney's lips curl wantonly. "Use yer tongue." His grip remains in her hair, but loosens enough for her to move.

[allgotrabies]

She licks a line from collarbone to his jaw, then kisses him for good measure, flicking her tongue against his upper lip as she draws back. "Did I understand right?"

[madaboutit]

"Aye," he breathes, the sensation stirring warmth back into his skin.

"Greim dom." Sweeney tries to keep his hand from pulling, baring his neck as he turns his head a bit.

"Bite me."

[allgotrabies]

She nips his skin first, then bites one of the bruises she left earlier, intent on making it dark, making it last. When she lets go she soothes it with her tongue and murmurs, "Níos mó."

She doesn't know what the words are for 'tell me more' but she hopes he understands.

[madaboutit]

His sigh is echoed by a slight rock of his hips.

"Níos mó," he agrees, if to a different purpose. Sweeney's free hand takes a firm grip on her hip. The one in her hair encourages her to stay near where she is. His voice slides lower in growing want.

"Níos crua."

[allgotrabies]

She bites down harder, knees drawing in tighter to encourage his hips to move against hers again. If he wants harder, she certainly has it in her to deliver. In contrast the touch of her fingers along the sharp, clean line of his newly shaved hair is gentle, caressing rather than desperate.

[madaboutit]

Sweeney winces, but the pleasure of the act ripples down and forces up a shove of his hips. To feel her legs so tight is inviting. Her touch on his scalp makes him shiver and attempt to lean into her hand.

"Arís." He purrs the word passed his clenched teeth. "Níos mó."

His hand presses more firmly against the back of her head, as if to nudge her without smashing her against him.

[allgotrabies]

It's a new word or one she doesn't remember as well but she can intuit the meaning and will ask him when she isn't so distracted by the heat of his skin under her tongue.

She bites a new mark on the other side of his neck when his hips do move against hers, and she murmurs, "You want me from behind?"

[madaboutit]

"Yes--" The word starts as breath, and a flicker changes it. "--no." Sweeney presses his eyes shut as he tries to focus with his blood racing downward.

He leans his head up to press the words hotly into her ear. "Tarraing mo choileach." He roughly nuzzles his cheek against hers.

"Suck my prick," he growls in hunger without the essence of command. His fingers dig in her hip before shoving down, but the hand in her hair makes no such demands. As much as he's able, he wants it to be a request, not an order.

[allgotrabies]

She grins, kisses him and then starts working her way down his body, alternating bites with licks. "Say it again."

[madaboutit]

His breath shallows and his eyes roll up to the ceiling as she continues her way downward. Sweeney licks his lips, trying to make sure he keeps the words clear.

"Tarraing mo choileach."

[allgotrabies]

"Fuck I love you talking like this," she whispers, between his hips now, teasing him with her tongue before she does as he requested and wraps her mouth around him.

[madaboutit]

Sweeney wants to tell her he loves talking like this too, the intimacy of words aching in their disuse. He wants to tell her how hearing them offered off her tongue makes him yearn to fill her mind along with the rest of her. How all of it makes him burn in the memory of wanting.

But the moment her warmth finds him, all he can do is gasp and press his head back into the grass. His hand twists tightly in her hair, and the other catches her by the shoulder. It would be a lie to say they don't seek to encourage her, but he leaves the act for her to control. They're more an anchor than anything.

The acute sensation puts into stark light how much his body has already born tonight, how sensitive he's been left, even though it's all too apparent he's not going to be stopping anything until they both get what they want from this.

[allgotrabies]

She's conscious of the fact they might only get so far with this, that they'd run straight to redlining it earlier thanks to having teased each other for a month. But she's enjoying this, just making him react, giving pleasure and seeing where it goes--if it goes anywhere at all.

"Níos mó?" Because she likes hearing him speak, and she loves knowing she can make the words catch in his throat if she's quick with her tongue on his skin.

[madaboutit]

"Sea, sea," he moans, fighting to not claw at her. He sure as fuck wants to. "Ba mhaith liom é." Sweeney tries not to choke on the words, not bothering to translate them right now. She's allowed him this tongue, and now he finds he can't stop it.

"Le do thoil...ná stad." His toes curl in his boots.

There's a moment where he's trying to remember something, a thought he'd had when she'd first asked her how he wanted her. Every time he thinks he's starting to catch it, her tongue rubs at him with the most welcome distraction.

[allgotrabies]

Right now just the melody of the words is enough. He's always quiet when they fuck, and hearing him now feels like a victory--one of his own sheepskins shorn right off. She acknowledges that plea with a deliberately drawn out, hungry purr, meaning to let him have the low vibration of it against his prick more than the sound for his ears.

If it lets him be more himself, she's happy to do this, to do anything, for him.

[madaboutit]

Sweet fuckin' Bran.

Sweeney tries to force his breath slower, with only a slight bit of evening. He swallows and squirms, trying to right himself.

Then it clicks.

His hand fights to untangle itself from her hair, and both take to trying to catch her arms and pull at her.

"Suas, suas," he urges, trying to get her to abandon her efforts and get up higher on him.

[allgotrabies]

She finds a giddy thrill at not knowing exactly what he's saying. Having to depend on his tone, his body, is like going back to when she was first learning how to exist as a wolf.

She lets him guide her back up his body, all of her attuned to what they're going to do next.

[madaboutit]

His eyes roll as he does his best to focus them. It's a bit easier when her mouth isn't on him. He starts to push himself up to sitting, supporting her back to keep her seated on his hips as he does so. There's no intent to get inside her. It'd be too complicated the way things are anyways.

"Ba mhaith liom tú..." Sweeney starts mid-move, but he realizes it's not something she'll understand if he keeps going in Gaelic. His tongue searches for the English, and it's heavy like molasses.

"I...just..." He quickly looks to the grass on both sides of him. "Hook yer feet."

He trusts her to sort it out, because he's abandoned her back to help push himself up to standing.

[allgotrabies]

She wraps her legs tight around his waist, both arms draped over his shoulders. She bites his neck again, just for good measure, just so in the morning he remembers how badly she needed him and how she enjoyed having him.

[madaboutit]

Her bite is met with a low snarl, and he takes long strides towards the door with his hands hooked under her. Sweeney shoves her against the wall next to it, claiming her mouth hotly.

It seems only fitting to have her so near where he had before, yet this time neither of them hurting in desperation, only in the shared want and bruised skin.

[allgotrabies]

This is exactly where she wants to be right now, kissing him just as feverishly as that first time, but with clarity and without the background terror that he might change his mind and throw her aside. This time, he is her Pack, and she is his, and she is allowed to want him with every wild and fathomless depth in her.

She breaks the kiss just long enough to make eye contact, and it makes her smile as she kisses him again.