[ they’re only words. if she wants more of them, more of that side of him, all she has to do is keep him talking in this state. face flushed, heart thumping too loud, thoughts closed in on the two of them alone. reason no longer has his ear, she does. veronica with her hand in his hair and her body writhing against him. there aren’t any red flags, and yeah, a part of that can probably be attributed to the adrenaline, to the ( temporary ) loss of their home and their families, but it’s mainly because he feels safe with her and he’d die before he let anything bad happen to her.
( and anyway, she’s the one that showed him living in a constant state of paranoia isn’t an option. that seeing threats in every shadow isn’t the solution. )
his fingers still upon her when she squeezes him through his jeans and he bites down into his bottom lip, hard, to habitually muffle the noise her touch draws out of him. archie drops his head, face towards veronica’s shoulder, the ground, whatever, his eyes aren’t open. for a breath, maybe two, then he’s back to focusing on her, rather than pushing into her palm. listening to his mind instead of his body isn’t the most grueling decision he’s had to make but it’s still a challenge when he can feel how damp her panties are getting. especially when she’s unfastening his jeans, or talking to him like that.
he nods twice in quick succession, complying, before he remembers to use his words. ]
I’d do anything for you. [ which is a tad too.. feelsy for rutting against a door, but. well, he means it. ] And to you, [ he tacks on, to keep the momentum going. not to brick wall them with sentimentality, which is just as vital, only not right now. ]
Or what, Ronnie? You won’t let me spread you open? [ uh, let’s not say that again? he tries not to frown at how that sounds, choosing to push through it. and oh god, what if his bluff isn’t a bluff? he thinks the condom is in his wallet. that doesn’t mean it is. he also thought he was never going to leave riverdale and here he is. he has to withdraw both of his hands from her body to adjust the band of his boxers, to tug them down just enough on the top of his thighs to free his dick. if the material she's wearing is loose-fitting, it'll be easier to keep them both semi-covered, but if not then he's trying to bunch the fabric up towards her hips in order to press against her without all the layers in the way. he has to get a hand around himself to deliberately rub his length along the crease of her ass. of course it's not giving her any friction, purposefully positioned where she can feel him, just not where she wants him. because.. you know, he has to fish his wallet out of his back pocket with his other hand. ]
I guess I could get you off with my fingers. [ he's good with his hands at least. ] I'd get down on my knees for you. In front of you, behind you, whatever you want. You won't feel as full with just my fingers inside of you, but I'd make up for it with my mouth. [ but really though, he is looking for the condom, single-handedly, as best as he can. sort of. archie enjoys seeing her like this, probably a little too much. ]
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( and anyway, she’s the one that showed him living in a constant state of paranoia isn’t an option. that seeing threats in every shadow isn’t the solution. )
his fingers still upon her when she squeezes him through his jeans and he bites down into his bottom lip, hard, to habitually muffle the noise her touch draws out of him. archie drops his head, face towards veronica’s shoulder, the ground, whatever, his eyes aren’t open. for a breath, maybe two, then he’s back to focusing on her, rather than pushing into her palm. listening to his mind instead of his body isn’t the most grueling decision he’s had to make but it’s still a challenge when he can feel how damp her panties are getting. especially when she’s unfastening his jeans, or talking to him like that.
he nods twice in quick succession, complying, before he remembers to use his words. ]
I’d do anything for you. [ which is a tad too.. feelsy for rutting against a door, but. well, he means it. ] And to you, [ he tacks on, to keep the momentum going. not to brick wall them with sentimentality, which is just as vital, only not right now. ]
Or what, Ronnie? You won’t let me spread you open? [ uh, let’s not say that again? he tries not to frown at how that sounds, choosing to push through it. and oh god, what if his bluff isn’t a bluff? he thinks the condom is in his wallet. that doesn’t mean it is. he also thought he was never going to leave riverdale and here he is. he has to withdraw both of his hands from her body to adjust the band of his boxers, to tug them down just enough on the top of his thighs to free his dick. if the material she's wearing is loose-fitting, it'll be easier to keep them both semi-covered, but if not then he's trying to bunch the fabric up towards her hips in order to press against her without all the layers in the way. he has to get a hand around himself to deliberately rub his length along the crease of her ass. of course it's not giving her any friction, purposefully positioned where she can feel him, just not where she wants him. because.. you know, he has to fish his wallet out of his back pocket with his other hand. ]
I guess I could get you off with my fingers. [ he's good with his hands at least. ] I'd get down on my knees for you. In front of you, behind you, whatever you want. You won't feel as full with just my fingers inside of you, but I'd make up for it with my mouth. [ but really though, he is looking for the condom, single-handedly, as best as he can. sort of. archie enjoys seeing her like this, probably a little too much. ]