OOM: Out

[latino_menace]

X was less than gracious when she released him and that's still annoying him as he heads up the stairs. But by the time he's reached Fi's room, he's let it go (or at least put it away for a while). There are more important things to think of, like making up for three weeks of incarceration or incapacity. And washing that damn place off him.

He bangs on the door hard. She wasn't downstairs (he checked) so she must be up here.

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[justcallmefee]

She nods, her face rippling with a grimace of pleasure, so sweet it aches. Her fingertip circles a little faster, pausing to flicker against one spot, the sensation making her tense and hold her breath for just a moment. And then back to the languid pace. Her hips rise in time with his touch.

"Wanted to come, thinking of you, but didn't. Not fair when you couldn't in there."

[latino_menace]

Ramon laughs and presses into her properly, looking for her g-spot and starting to rub over it insistently.

'That's very self-sacrificing.'

He leans down briefly to tug on her earlobe with his teeth.

'But next time,' he murmurs, deep and soft, 'I want you to fuck yourself every single night. It'll give me something to think about when the lights go down.'

[justcallmefee]

She contracts around him, both hands gripping his arm, her hips rising to meet his hand. "Okay, but can next time, be a long time, from now? Please?"

She turns her head and smothers a loud cry with his mouth, turning it into a searing kiss, her hands weaving in his hair, pulling him close.

[latino_menace]

'Probably.'

No promises on that score. He never knows what's going to happen. But he knows what's going to happen here as he groans quietly into that kiss, feeling himself start to thicken as his fingers move faster.

[justcallmefee]

She's so on edge, the sound of his voice sends her over the edge the first time. Her head falls back and she gasps for air, her hips shimmying against his hand. She doesn't let go of his upper body, holding onto him like he's the only solid thing in her world.

Another breath, another shuddering cry, and she's dissolving under him, her thighs shaking with the intensity of her orgasm.

[latino_menace]

He smiles, all smug, and gently presses his lips to hers, still sliding in and out of her carefully.

'Good?'

[justcallmefee]

She nods, her breath ragged as the aftershocks wash through her. She's breathing his breath, tasting him on her lips.

"Not done yet," she manages, slipping a hand down to curl around his cock. "Need you in me."

[latino_menace]

'Thought you'd never ask.'

He slides over her then kneels between her legs, arranging them so that the backs of her thighs are draped over the top of his. He knows he's not going to be able to last long but he wants it good and deep for as long as he can manage; he's already throbbing at the feel of her thumb circling over the head of his seeping cock.

'Put me in.'

It comes out like a rather strained command.

[justcallmefee]

She does, sliding the slick head along her slit, watching his face as she lines him up with her cunt. Her voice rises again as he slides home, her body gripping him tight.

She reaches for him, her hands on his arms, needing something to hold onto as he starts to move.

"Fuck me, baby. Fuck me good."

[latino_menace]

'...yeah,' he tells her, his voice already tight as he starts to thrust.

'Jesus Christ. I don't think I've ever known a pussy as tight as yours.'

He's swelled so hard through lack of contact these last few weeks and the immediate memory of how she feels has been dimmed. But now he's back and deep in her and already halfway to heaven, rough and hard as he takes her.

[justcallmefee]

He feels so fucking good, she can't even breathe. He fills her, driving her back up into that halo of sensation, relentless. She takes all of him, pain and pleasure mingling, setting her alight all over again.

Her legs wind around his waist, and she rises to meet his thrusts, strong and hungry. She lifts up to kiss his throat, her nails digging into his shoulders.

[latino_menace]

He doesn't hold back even a little bit and she's so accomodating; rising like that lets him gets as deep as he likes, however fast he likes. He's trying not to hurt her but he can't slow himself down because she just grips him so fucking tight.

He's not quiet either. Three weeks without and he's letting her have it all.

[justcallmefee]

It's like having a hurricane between her legs and she holds tight, letting it destroy her in all the right ways.

He's wild and fierce, filling her senses, overwhelming her again. Just as it should be, she thinks. She's missed this, missed just being able to let go and soar.

[latino_menace]

He wants her to come so fucking bad because then he can. A few moments later, his fingers are pressing her clit in time with his movements.

'Come for me, Fi. Gotta see you come.'

[justcallmefee]

She's almost there when he touches her directly, and it sends a shock of pleasure twisting through her. His weight pins her, giving her no escape, and she just has to take it.

A harsh cry tears from her throat as she goes taut beneath him, her cunt pulsing hard around his cock.

[latino_menace]

He loves sex like this, when the other person is pinned and just has to take what he gives them. It's always especially gratifying with her because she gets off on it so hard and matches him for pace and energy.

And God, the way she squeezes.

She hasn't even finished her initial high before he's choking out a breath, taut all over, letting go deep inside her.

[justcallmefee]

Her hand comes up, hooking behind his neck, pulling him down as she rises to press her forehead against his. She's still shuddering through of her own peak, but she wants his mouth against her own.

Her heels hook in the backs of his thighs and she presses him deep, crying out as he jerks against her. What had been a shock of pleasure, bright and hot, changes, twists in her belly, turning dark and intense, rolling through her, thunder following the lightning.

[latino_menace]

He groans as he kisses her, oversensitive still but loving the sensory overload, still grinding into her as she comes again. He feels like he can never get deep enough, never push hard enough and the aftermath of his own climax is sending sparks through his nerves, making him shake with the intensity of it.

[justcallmefee]

She holds him, one hand weaving in his hair, keeping him close as she melts back, aftershocks shimmering through her. Her body clamps and ripples around him, like she could take him into her and never have to let him go.

Her breath is ragged against his lips, and her hand slips over his back. She needs this, needs him close, not caring about his weight above her. She needs him, and right here, right now, she's not afraid to make that fact very clear.

[latino_menace]

He follows her down, kissing her breathlessly as he does, still feeling her holding him in like he has to stay there always. Right now that seems like a good idea because it just feels so damn good.

[justcallmefee]

His kisses soothe her, each one stitching her to this moment, just revelling in the soft press of his lips, the gentleness of his touch. Each one makes her feel like, just for a moment, she can believe that everything is going to be okay.

Her hands stroke through his hair as her grip on him relaxes, her heels sliding down the backs of his legs. Another kiss. Just one more. Tender, playful, claiming him all over again, one mouthful at a time.

[latino_menace]

He's alright with being claimed, here and now (he feels like he claimed her a long time ago, perhaps as soon as he saw her).

'Guess you really needed that,' he murmurs, with a quiet laugh.

He knows he did.

'But you messed up my birthday fantasy.'

[justcallmefee]

She's only ever dared to claim him a few times. And only for a night, or a day. Maybe an hour or two. She doesn't feel like he belongs to her. And she has no idea that he feels he has any claim on her.

"Really needed you," she whispers. And then she pulls back to look in his face.

"Your what?"

[latino_menace]

He shifts to the side, keeping a leg intertwined between hers and smiling in the dark (he knew he'd have her the first moment he saw her and wasn't going to stop until he did).

'Did you think I forgot?'

[justcallmefee]

Her hands keep him close, and he can hear a little bit of panic in her voice. "I thought yours was in January? The 26th? Did I mess up and forget?"

She's truly confused. And he might pick up on the fact that she was so not expecting him to remember, that she forgot her real birthday had just gone passed.