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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[latino_menace]

One last stroke (he can't resist it feels so good when she tightens like that) and he takes his hand away because if she wants to draw this out, he's fine with that. He wraps his arms snug around her again, letting her shift on him at her own pace, grind his cock to pleasure herself at whatever pace she pleases.

[justcallmefee]

His hand shifts away and she doesn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed. Her hips are already circling, as if she could get him deeper, and just that little bit of extra stimulation has set her ablaze. That sweet fire is burning in her nerve endings, and she curses, soft and low, against his mouth.

Slow, moving like waves against the shoreline. Sweat beads on her brow. There's a little flash of light, tiny dapples peppered across his cheek, and she realises, it's the diamonds reflecting the light from the lamp. She presses her forehead to his, biting her lip, a breathless laugh turning into a shuddering groan.

"Díos mío."

[latino_menace]

He grins, smug and breathless at the same time, loving that he can do this to her.

'Can't wait to feel you come,' he murmurs againt her lips, sounding amused. 's'gonna feel so fucking good.'

But he makes no move to hurry it along. In this case, anticipation is only going to make it better.

[justcallmefee]

He's got her completely wrapped up in him. There is no room in her consciousness for anything other than the sound of his voice and the feel of his body. Another breath, another heart beat, washing away everything, leaving her open and exposed, laid utterly bare. In this moment, there is nothing else in her world but him.

She pulls him close, buries her face in his neck, clings to him as she rocks. Every push and pull, she tightens around him a little more until she's gasping for breath. Her hand slips down his shoulder and he feels it start, feels it deep inside her, rhythmic and strong. She doesn't shatter, no. It feels like letting go, drifting apart in a haze of heat and light, dissolving as the pleasure boils through her.

[latino_menace]

He feels it, yes; it's slow at first and then she seems to be gripping him tighter and tighter and it's heaven...he gasps out his breath, holding on through it, letting her go and go and go and making sure he holds back, not wanting to miss a second of it.

[justcallmefee]

The tremors move through her in waves, her body shaking and trembling, her hips trying get more of him, get him into that amazing, radiating pulse of bliss.

He's so deep, so hard, and she can't feel the end of it. She breaks hard, bucking against him, crying out his name against his throat.

[latino_menace]

He closes his eyes and tries to remember to breath, holding back with everything he has. It just feels too damn good to let go yet and she rides him so fucking nice when she's coming on his cock like this; he groans, strained and desperate and lets her ride it out, trying not to focus on the sensation in case it makes him lose it.

[justcallmefee]

She's lost in him, and he's so still against her. She hears his voice as if from a great distance, and gasps out a laugh, a sound not of amusement, but pure delight. She lifts her head, and sinks her teeth into the top of his shoulder, groaning out the last of her climax against his skin.

She wants to mark him in this moment, wants him to remember her long after the aftershocks have faded away.

[latino_menace]

He draws his breath in at the shock of pain but it only adds to the pleasure swirling through his nerve endings. He'd like to be able to stay still and savour the moment but he just aches too much, so it's only a moment or two before he's lifting her again and trying his best to push up into her, seeking relief any way he can.

[justcallmefee]

She feels his hands digging into her hips and shifts, muscles still trembling, pulling herself to her knees so she can ride him in earnest. Her arms curl around his head, her fingers weaving in his hair. Her lips press against his jaw, shuddering gasps, soft pleas urging him on.

[latino_menace]

His eyes are shut, breath leaving him in loud pants, suddenly very aware of the film of sweat covering them both. She's so hot against him, arms sliding around his neck, hot and wet where she's riding him. And she's riding him so hard now and he has no will left to hold back - he's groaning and when he pulls her hips down again he holds her there, impaled on him all the way as he releases, curling forward and tense as the strength of it makes him shake.

[justcallmefee]

She contracts around him, holding him with all her strength, trying to remember to breathe. Her forehead comes to rest against his, and her hands brush his hair back from his face, waiting until he's coming down to paint his lips with tiny, hungry kisses.

Every sweet aftershock trickles through her, making her shiver and gasp against his mouth.

[latino_menace]

It takes a while to ground himself and then he's grinning, grinning so hard and kissing her back, arms tight around her.

'Amazing,' he murmurs, against her lips. 'As always.'

[justcallmefee]

She nods in agreement, smiling just as broadly, basking in the heat and the suffuse golden light that flows into her veins when he looks at her like that.

"Just like that," she breathes, her hands cupping his face, drinking from him in small mouthfuls.

[latino_menace]

His limbs are starting to fill with sand and he sinks back to the bed slowly, hands trailing off her slowly.

'S'always like that.'

[justcallmefee]

She melts down with him, breath still returning to normal. She sprawls beside him on the mattress, one hand moving to touch the necklace. The fingers of her other hand rest lightly on the back of his hand.

She sighs heavily, the sound one of bone deep contentment.

[latino_menace]

'You look beautiful in them,' he says conversationally, reaching out for his smokes without taking his eyes off the ceiling.

'We should go somewhere where you can wear them out; show them off.'

[justcallmefee]

She reaches her arms over her head and stretches, long and languid, humming her agreement with this idea.

"Oh god, I'm gonna need shoes."

[latino_menace]

He laughs and blows smoke upwards.

'I'm sure we can arrange that. Just have to think of a suitable occasion.'

While it's fun to have her wear them in bed, they deserve to see the light of day as well.

[justcallmefee]

She holds up a hand, pantomiming for the smoke (she usually only steals a puff or two before giving it back).

"Fuck it. I think we should crash a party."

[latino_menace]

He hands it over and scratches his stomach, thinking.

'Wouldn't be very classy.'

Any party that he hasn't been invited to isn't good enough for him anyway.

'Do you like opera?'

[justcallmefee]

She rolls to rest her head on her elbow, looking at him with no small amazement.

"I love opera."

[latino_menace]

'Really?'

He's surprised and looks it.

'We'll go to that then.'

[justcallmefee]

She's equally stunned, but he's always been good at surprising her.

"Do you like opera?"

[latino_menace]

'No. I fucking hate it.'

Bunch of assholes warbling away in stupid languages about stupid things.

'But if you want to show off, there's no place better.

...and I'll get a box so we can fool around.'