.: Kryn Roleplaying - (Calla and Maple) - [can be mature]

[Maple ♥]

    Bryn gasped lightly when he was inside of her, pulling tightly at his hair and shuddering out the exhale of her breath. In the moments he filled her, both of them pausing like that for a second, she panted and squinted her eyes shut. This was new. This was them. They were one. No more going back now. 
    This shit was serious. 
    As his hips began to gyrate into hers, she felt her back muscles cooperating as best as she knew; in a rhythmic flow along with his. In and out they moved like one entity; and holy fucking shit (excuse ze french xD) Bryn was in for it big. 
    If ya know what I mean xD.
    Her breath became short and fast when his pace quickened, sending jolts of pleasure through her entire body and making heat flare up in the spot the pleasure didn't hit. Her toes curled and her nails dug into his shoulders to try and keep herself steady. The entire time, she never knew any of these feelings. Was this was sex felt like all the time? Or was it just like this because she was in love with the person whom she was doing it with? She didn't know for certain, and wasn't sure she really wanted to find out. If this was how sex felt with Kayden - then why the hell would she leave that behind?
    The organ that was a sorry excuse for a heart fluttered in her chest, sending butterflies to orbit in her stomach. There was also a tight knot beginning to form in her lower gut, one that would flare bigger and bigger with each thrust inside of her. It was nothing like she'd ever felt before, but she wasn't complaining. 
    Her last bout of sex had hurt pretty bad, to be honest. And it had hurt just slightly when Kayden entered too; but now. Oh no no no. Everything was like blasts of pleasurable heat and arousing fire on and under her skin. To feel him inside of her was taking her breath away and mushing her mind up into a thousand little pieces, all trying to form back together in order to be coherent whatsoever. 
    But that just wasn't happening, now was it. 
    A low moan push through her parted lips, roaming in the back of her throat a bit, and then coming out once more. Her muscles were tight, rigid, but completely ignited with sexual arousal. Her legs had suddenly wrapped themselves around Kayden's back, her fingers still dug into his shoulders, and her back pressed into the sheets below her with every grind into her body. 
    This was fucking spectacular. 
    Because he kept hitting that one certain spot ever so often when he sped up, Bryn got greedy and pulled tighter around his shoulders, kissing his lips. "Faster," she begged, though over cumbersome with everything going on to realize she said it. Who was this woman, this one who knew so much about sex, taking over Bryn so it sounded like she knew what she was doing? It was just her body reacting in such a way that she barely recognized herself. Well fuck it. FUCK IT. She didn't care anymore. She just wanted more of him. Lots more of him. 

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

   His breath was quick and heavy. His face was contorted by the feeling building up inside of him. Everything that was going on here was just amazing. Kayden's brain felt like it was going to explode, just like everything else in his body. It wasn't helping that Bryn had wrapped her legs around his body, making it feel that much better whenever he moved his hips towards her.
   It was like being bathed in heat. Everything felt hot, but in a good way. Like when you curl up in a blanket. All of his skin seemed to be covered in his blanket, causing it to clam up - dampen just the slightest bit. This only added to his excitement. The cold. The heat. Along with the sensations going on down under. Kayden couldn't help the small moan that slipped through his teeth.
   Their lips met in the hungriest way - a little sloppy but still amazing. When her words had scrolled over his dampened lips, it sent shivers down his spine. And like he had learned, always do what the female asks. Cause who doesn't want to please a woman in bed?
   His hips began to move exactly how she had asked. This new feeling made him hypersensitive to every twitch and movement of her body. It was even more amazing, if you could believe that. Another moan escaped his lips before he pressed them to Bryn's - again kissing her with as much vigor. He couldn't help himself as he bit her plump bottom lip before pulling away to catch his breath.
   God, was he close.

[Maple ♥]

    Bryn's lips parted slightly as the pleasuring thrusts continued within her. The thin blanket of sweat covering her body also sent chills all throughout her spine and leg hairs. It was unbelievably spectacular what she was feeling; love, sex, adrenaline, sex, fucking shit that felt good, sex. Would she regret this tomorrow? She doubted it. There was nothing but endorphins of happiness dripping off of her and - er - out of her. 
    The knot in her gut was growing stronger and stronger in it's pull, making her breath hitch higher and higher in her throat until she felt like her panting was going to stop her heart altogether - but it kept going. And so did she. Her leg muscles worked along side her core ones and they made a great team in riding under Kayden. Strands of her hair flowed over the bed beneath her and spanned over most of the pillow her head rested on. She felt herself naturally squirming a bit when Kayden's rhythm began to falter. That meant he was close, she knew that much. So instead of focusing on herself she found her hips moving quicker, not necessarily hitting her special spot, but knowing it would push Kayden over the edge. Her blue eyes were opened in slits to watch him, her neck sometimes stretching out in order to get comfortable again, but never losing sight of him from her lower position. 
    She wanted to see him get off. 

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

    Kayden's core tightened. This feeling building up inside was far better than words could explain. It tensed his muscles, caught his breath, and forced his eyes shut. Everything inside of him felt like it was going to explode... and well it kind of did.
    All movement in his hips stopped as he found it almost too painful to continue his previous rhythm. A moan easily filled his breath as the adrenaline and pleasure began to wash over his body. His head fell on the crook of her neck, soaking up all of her warmth and smell. It was fucking amazing knowing that the person you were with was someone you loved from the bottom of your heart. You could say it was comforting to know they were there, but that wouldn't be the correct explanation of this feeling. For Kayden, it all just continued to further put in perspective just how much he loved this girl. How much she meant to him. And how fucking stupid he was for not doing this sooner.
    Easily the best sex he had ever had.
    Once recovered (and that stupid rubber shit off his dick), a small smile crossed his lips - stretching over her skin as he let out another heavy breath. He removed himself from her, almost finding the sensation a little too much as it sent a shiver down his spine. His mouth had moved to her jaw, then her cheek, and then the corner of her mouth - placing kisses in each stop of his trip.
    "God, I love you." He murmured over a smile - turning his eyes up towards hers as he began to lay on his side, facing her. 
    He propped his head up with his palm and continued to watch over her. His fingers were lightly brushing over her inner thigh, tracing over her soft skin in long, oval shapes. They would near the warmest part of her body and then quickly pull away. 
    His focus was still on her body, her pleasure, and he couldn't help but glance at her bare skin every few seconds. Because, Dayum boy look at that body.

[Maple ♥]

    At the sight of Kayden reaching his peak, it seemed to send Bryn over her edge as well. She released just about after he did, her muscles tightening around him within her as a slight scream escaped her lips. Not a one of pain; in fact, just the opposite. So that was what sex felt like. Good sex. Holy shit that was good. 
    Her hair fell into her face as her chest panted, riding out her orgasm for as long as it lasted, the remainder of it just tingling between her thighs. Bryn whimpered a little as Kayden slid out from her, moving to lay beside her. Her skin was coated in a even coat of sweat and some small hair stuck to her forehead messily. As his fingers slid between her still sensitive soft spots, she inhaled a bit deep and turned to look at him, a exhausted but perfectly content and fucking glittering smile on her face. "I love you too," she breathed, her nose close to his, her blue eyes wide with shining happiness. Her slightly sore and trembling lips pressed to his, bringing her body even closer in proximity so that their heats formed together as one entity. All her curves fit into him almost perfectly, and her body tingled with the aftermaths of her pleasure, tired, but very relaxed. "I love you so much," she whispered, their noses brushing slightly as she raised her fingers to trail them down his chest. 

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

    As much as he enjoyed moments like before, he absolutely loved moments like this. It was just the two of them, completely enveloped in their feelings towards each other. Their warmth twisting together as one person - a perfect fit for each other both mentally and physically. Sure, that was the complete opposite of most guys his age but he wasn't just in love with her because he needed her. He was in love with her because he loved her. Three words were almost not enough to express that
    A smile crossed his lips again as his eyes met with hers followed by a soft breath. He brushed back a few stray strands of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. Sudden exhaustion began to take over his body, and he couldn't help but let his heavy eyelids fall closed for a moment. As his head whirled from the previous events, his body was relaxing and readying itself for sleep. The bed was so comfortable, and her bare body was only making it easier for him to begin being pulled from consciousness. He rolled over onto his back, slipping his arm around her and pulling her close once again - unable to help himself as he got some of the blankets to cover both their bodies by yanking at some blankets.
    He was silent, only listening to their breathing. For once, it wasn't so scary. For once, he actually enjoyed how quiet it was.
    His body didn't make him waste time staring at the ceiling. His exhaustion took over him slowly, and then all at once - just like you fall in love. (Wha'd Up? The fault in our stars reference!)

[Maple ♥]

{So romantic lolz}

        Bryn moved so that her legs were intertwined with his, sighing happily as their heart beats pressed into one another. Soon she felt Kayden's arm around her relax as he fell into unconsciousness, and she felt herself send a silent thanks to whatever force that was greater than the universe for finally letting her be purely happy. In that moment, she was complete. 
    She passed out soon after, the tip of her nose nuzzled into the crook of Kayden's warm neck. 

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

    The phone whirred in Kayden's ear, moving that pitched ring through his head. Bryn's name was on the screen, along with her number underneath and a cute picture of the two of them smiling together. Anything but happiness was running through Kayden's mind right now. It was like a giant hole puncher had made it's way through his chest. He sat, defeated, at the kitchen counter hunched over the granite counter tops - allowing the cold of the surface to remind him that his body was still put together. 
    Even just sitting there, calling Bryn - he couldn't help but think about the events that happened just an hour ago.


    Kayden's mother was calling him - which was strange because she usually didn't call him unless he was away from the house. But he was sitting in the living room watching a horror film loudly in the living room by himself. Raising an eyebrow, he answered the call with a hoarse "Hello". It had been a while since he spoke. 
    At first, it was just silence. The it was followed by a long breath into the microphone. Once again, Kayden muttered another "Hello" with more question in his newly found voice. It was probably a good half a minute before someone actually responded.
    "Kayden?" The raspy voice of his mother whispered through the speaker. "Are you busy?"
    "No, what is it Mom?"
    At this point, her voice faded out again - followed by shallow breathes and a few squeaks. It was almost like she was crying, but he couldn't be too sure. His chest was tightening up at the sound. He was filling up with anxiety right on the spot. The movie was quickly paused and he picked himself up from his rested position on the couch. "Mom?" He questioned, furrowing his brow.
    "I'm really sorry, Kayden." She hissed through another long breath. You could almost tell she was talking through her hand. "I'm so sorry, but your father passed away." There was a minute pause in her shuddering voice. But it was long enough for Kayden's hear to fall to his feet - while the beat began to furiously pump into his ears. All color washed from his face quickly as he fell back onto the couch. His mouth opened to speak, but nothing came out.
    "There was a plane wreck about a week ago that James was on. They didn't-" That was there his mother's voice stopped. It was just sobs. Sincere sobs into the microphone and out of the speaker on Kayden's end. Instead of his heart in his feet, it felt like it was ripped out of him. Replaced by this big, gaping hole that would tear his body in two. 
    His mother gasped out another "I'm so sorry." Before Kayden hung up, dropping his hands onto the soft couch - feeling completely shocked, defeated, empty. Just about everything he didn't want to feel. The silence he had liked a few weeks ago was now achingly obvious. The cold sent shivers up his spine.
         He stared mindlessly at the frozen picture of a man's bloody corpse on the television before he quickly shut it off and dragged himself towards the kitchen.  

    And that was pretty much how he ended up calling Bryn, hunched over the counter - hoping for an answer. His face was dry, void of any emotion. Just pale. When he heard the click of someone answering, he didn't wait for a voice. "Hey." He muttered, surprisingly quiet, "Could you, uh, come over? Right now? It's kind of important."

[Maple ♥]

    Bryn's slim fingers gripped her phone tightly to her ear, half trying to hang up a picture that she'd just knocked off the wall back on and while trying to juggle the hold of her cat in the other; there was a lot going on and she finally had to put Mr. Snuffles down in order to fix the picture frame and keep Kayden on the phone. Before she could speak hello, though, she heard the low tone of his voice and the kind of startling question with a blink of her blue orbs. Forgetting about the picture, she instantly was moving to grab her purse and car keys. The minivan had been given to her last week and - it wasn't important now. Kayden needed to her, she didn't know what for, but she was going to be there for him. "On my way," she chirped into the receiver and hung up, dashing to her car with a shout to her aunt about leaving and driving off towards Kayden's mansion. 
    
    Bryn's nimble frame stepped through the front door of Kayden's house, seeing that no one else but his truck was in the driveway so she thought she'd let herself in. With a swing of the door closed behind her, she gazed through the empty foyer while her hair messed in her face and was shoved out of the way roughly. "Babe?" she called into the air, slipping off her shoes by the front door and padding her way to the living room to see if Kayden was there. The light in the kitchen was on, so she followed that and then saw him hunched over near the granite counter top. With a worried frown, she moved forward and pressed a gentle hand to his back. "Kayden? Are you okay?" she asked, slipping into the seat next to him and trying to bend to see his face; her heart was starting to pound at the thought that something was wrong. Was he breaking up with her? Was he drunk? Those thoughts weren't very comforting to her as she slid her hand over his shoulders massagingly to comfort him. 

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

        Kayden lifted his blue eyes, muddled in thought, and met them with hers. Just her presence made him feel a little bit better - more put together. Maybe he wouldn't fall completely apart right now. He sort of shook his head as he picked himself up, sitting up straight. Pretending to be whole. "Yeah." He lied, glancing away from her gaze so he could stare out the window for a moment. It was a bit too hard to stare at someone so genuinely concerned. Her eyes were trying to coax out emotions he was desperately trying to hide. He just came off as a little cold. "It was just quiet here." He muttered, this time not really lying. It was too quiet before she came. Having her around made the silence more bearable. 
    He sat in his chair a little awkwardly - like he was trying to keep his body in a space much smaller than his muscular frame could possibly fit in. Hands in his lap, and face falling towards the same subject, he let out a small sigh. It helped him get himself prepared for the next words. "Actually" He started, pausing as he began to give his body false room, act like normal. But in a kind of cold and harsh way. "My dad died in a plane accident." 
    Surprisingly, his voice hadn't faltered - something Kayden was afraid of happening. This was a little easier than he thought. You just put a wall up and BAM you could say anything without emotion. A little bluntly, but whatever.
    A small smile crossed his lips as he glanced back up at Bryn. It was easier this time. Her coaxing look couldn't make it past the wall. "My mom told me over the fucking phone." He said with a laugh, trying to make it a little funny, "The fucking phone. She didn't even tell me to my face. What a bitch, right?"

[Maple ♥]

    Bryn had definitely not expected those words to leave Kayden's lips, and it hurt her heart to see his reaction over them. He was dealing with sort of how she had when she learned of her own parents death; ironically. She assumed he was in shock, and didn't know quite how to react. That was all very normal (or so she'd been told from doctors), and her eyes instantly turned serious, her armor prepared and ready to fight this battle. This was a hard one to fight, but she had to try. For Kayden. 
    She was quiet as she reached for his hand, her lips pressed together tightly. His fingers were brought to her cupid's bow, breathing out roughly onto his knuckles. "I'm so sorry," she whispered sincerely, her blue eyes flickering over him. Her heart hurt for him - hurt so badly for him that she found it was getting harder to breathe from the memories of death. Death was evil and sickening and she hated it. Why her baby? Why did it have to happen to her love?
    Not knowing how he'd react, she moved to hug him. "Oh God, Kayden I'm sorry," she positioned herself to hold him, curling her arms around his and trying to be comforting. He felt rock solid beneath her, which wasn't a good sign. She knew that if he rejected her comfort, interpreting it as pity, he'd probably lash out with harsh words, which she hoped wasn't the case. 
    But wishing never got you anywhere, now did it? 

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

    Kayden did find the embrace a little strange - different from before. It wasn't like she was just reaching out in attempts to show her affection. It was like nonverbal sympathy or pity. It was kind of frustrating, because that's not what he wanted. He didn't care. He didn't give a shit about his father. the man wasn't around anyway, so why should he care if he is never coming back? Who gives a shit if the last words Kayden said to him were "Fuck you." or "I hate you." The man was irrelevant in his life.
    At least, that's what Kayden tried to tell himself over and over in his head. Like he was trying to make a lie the truth. Just repeat it enough and you'll start to actually believe it.
    "Don't fucking say you're sorry." He grumbled, picking himself up out of the chair and leaving her touch, "It's not like he really mattered to me. I barely saw him even when he was home." He was going to mention that the last time he saw his dad, they had gotten into a fight - but that wound was still open and sore. "I honestly don't care." Another lie. His brow furrowed as he opened the fridge and began to surf over the contents. It was really fucking frustrating that Kayden was getting upset over the fight. That he couldn't even tell Bryn about it because it opened up that whole he had just tried to bandage in his chest. Like he had told himself before. The man meant nothing to him. Stop fucking worrying about it. 
    There was nothing in the fridge except for cold air and a few random condiments. Kayden let out a sigh and turned towards Bryn - just grazing over her gaze. "It's for the best anyway. Now my mom can do whatever she wants openly." There was a curt laugh that followed along with a storm of incoherent thoughts forming in Kayden's head. Build a wall. Okay, better.
    "Do you want to order a pizza or something? Watch a movie?" He muttered, placing his phone that he had been gripping onto the counter. Changing the subject helped. Made his mind more clear on what was going on around him. Made it easier to look Bryn directly in the eye like he normally would. "I just started Saw. Do you want to watch that again?"

[Maple ♥]

    Bryn thought his aggressiveness was normal, though it still made her heart ping with sadness. She remembered the time she found out about her own parents deaths, how the cops had come to the front door and spoke it to her Nana (who was also passed on now) and she cried and cried. Bryn had been there too, and she'd heard what they, but she also hadn't. 
    Bryn didn't even cry at their funeral. 
    The one time she did cry, and for the first time over the situation, was when Kayden told her he didn't love her. 
    But this situation, right here and now, wasn't about her. It was about Kayden, and she needed to be there for him.
    She also knew how he was feeling, and how she wished people would have treated her around the time of her parents demise. No pity, no sorries. Real words, real comforting ones. Ones like 'I'm here for you' and 'I love you'. Bryn never got a lot of those. But she could change that for Kayden. 
    Her eyes trailed over him as he offered the movie and she shook her head subtly, getting up from her seat. "No, Kayden. It's not okay that she told you over the phone. And this entire thing isn't okay," she moved to get in front of him, her eyes strict, but not cold. Loving, really. She did a small grab for his hand. "Kayden it's so much easier to bottle things up and to hate; but you can't do that to yourself," she reached up and cradled his jaw tenderly. She wanted to cry for him, take his pain away she knew must have been circling inside of him. For so many years Kayden had tried to please his father, who hadn't been such a stick in the mud when they were both friends as kids. He'd grown distant when his job became more to him then his family, and so did his mother. Kayden probably felt as alone as she did in her aunt's small little house. All the time. She felt like she understood. 
    "You have to let the hate go," was she talking to herself? Haha, maybe. No. This was all for her love. Her blue eyes were fiery with seriousness. (starts singing let it go). "Let it go, baby, she ran her thumb pad over his jaw line, eyes flickered over his and being as sincere and real as she could be. Bryn was trying to save him from such a long road of hate; she'd gone through it and it had almost ended her life. She felt like she needed to be the love he wasn't grasping, to replace the love that should have came from his father. 
    "You're a handsome, strong man whom I love more than the stars," she still gripped his face. "But I need you to let, it, go. The pain. Don't bottle it up. I'm here for you. Just tell me things, Kayden," her eyes searched his face, trying not to tear up herself. Crying in front of him probably wouldn't help that much, mmhmm. There was still a tickling in the back of her throat though as she waited for his response. 

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

    "I-I'm okay" Kayden murmured, trying to convince himself more than Bryn. His face felt flush with red as his eyes started to sting. The last thing he wanted to do right now was get upset over an asshole - one that happened to be his best friend just a few years ago. He had already lost his father to his job, Kayden understood that. But now all hope of gaining him back was lost. Any opportunity to make amends from their previous fight was robbed from him. That hurt more than anything Kayden had felt before.

    "I'm okay." He repeated, his voice even softer than before. Eyes were on fire with pain - burning like the wound Bryn was opening up. He didn't want to talk. With throat tightening and filled with a strange lump - it would have been surprising if he could.

    Every bit of that wall, those haphazardly placed bandages, we're starting to crumble. The person he really wanted to talk to was his dad, but he wasn't there. His body probably wasn't even there - the hollow shell of what he used to love. It's an inconceivable feeling of hollowness. 

No stop. Please stop.

    He was internally begging for her to quit what she was doing. Quit caring so much. Quit telling him to let it all out. That it was going to be okay. Because, for Kayden, letting out his emotions was too much. Too close to the brim of insanity for his comfort. It was much easier to stay behind that crumbling wall and hatefully joke - hate his father for leaving him.

    "I promise. It's fine." He choked. Why couldn't he stop saying that? It had obviously lost its meaning. But why did it stop the tears from falling? He took a small step back, nearing the fridge in an attempt to allude comfort and sorrow. His vision was blurry as water started to form there

    All it took was her touch to send him over the edge. His face felt hot like his eyes and tears began to roll down his cheeks in waves. At first, he was just watching her with a fearful look on his face before a sob took the place. Changing his breathing to short hiccups. It was a natural movement for him to curl up - and luckily Bryn was there to curl into.

    His arms wrapped around her back, pulling her body as close as he could to his own. Like it was holding himself together. Tears soaked into the clothe of her shirt as he buried his eyes into her shoulder.

    "The last thing I said what I hate him." He moaned through hiccups - speaking through her shirt and snot.

 

Also. Maybe typos. I did this on my phone

[Maple ♥]

    Bryn accepted his body, his weight slumping into her as if she was his only crutch. She technically might be. Her heart hurt for him, almost making her throat tighten enough to cry but swallowing them down. His tears soaked her shirt and broke her heart, wrapping her arms around his back and holding him tightly. "I'm here, it's okay," she soothed, moving them towards the living room so they could sit rather than stand (because as much as she wanted to be a crutch, Kayden was about two times her size) on the couches. And this way she could hold him better. 
    Her hand stroked the base of his neck soothingly while the other just pulled him close to her, moving so his body leaned over her chest so he could rest his head on her shoulder. She just held him tight, really trying not to cry along with him because she felt his pain. She understood. She really did. 
    "You aren't a bad person, Kayden," she kissed his temple, pressing her cheek into the side of his head lovingly while sort of rocking him back and forth. "It's not your fault," she knew he thought he was to blame because that's how she had felt. Like she'd murdered her parents, like she was to blame. And Kayden probably felt ten times worse because of the fight they'd had before the accident. She just continued to rock him, never loosening her grip because she was his rock right now, his only anchor keeping him above water. 
    Sort of bitterly, she wished she would've had someone like herself there for her when her own parents died.