knife_bender | MCA #9 | Tuesday Morning

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MCA #9 | Tuesday Morning

Diego was a gentleman last night and walked Annie home after her shift at the bar. What happened after wasn't very gentlemanly per se but it was enjoyed on both sides. Sleep happened eventually but only after what was probably considered an obscene amount of cuddling.

The cuddling thing was kind of still happening even while Diego was still asleep this morning. He had whatever limb he could wrapped around Annie. Maybe this was why his code name was The Kraken?

[For that girl]

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Diego moaned softly, arching up to try to get more skin on skin contact. It might have been a futile attempt but he was going to try, damn it. "Please--"

Oh he wasn't above asking for it either.

And that? Was maybe one of the sexiest things Annie had ever heard. Like, so much for her whole domineering act - her total inability to keep her feelings off her face was at work here, and now she had something like awe written all over her features.

Annie was merciful, in light of both how incredibly turned on she was and also the fact that someone needed to take care of the condom situation, so she fixed Diego with as stern a look as she could muster (it was not very stern) and moved his hands to her hips before letting go. Her expectations were not high that they'd stay there, but she'd probably tormented him enough for the time being, anyway.

And like, considering she just got her hands back, herself, she was going to take her time with getting the condom onto him. Safe sex could still be sexy sex, after all, and it wasn't like rolling a condom on couldn't involve a fair amount of stroking and touching.

Well one of his hands stayed on her hip, fingers stroking the skin there almost absentmindedly. The other was lightly touching whatever part of her he could, never staying in one place long. He really wasn't one for obeying the rules, no matter how cute she looked when she put on a serious face.

He was mostly focused on watching her hands because, yeah, that was some pretty hot safe sex going on there.

Annie actually really liked that Diego was not much of a rule-follower, though in this specific instance he was getting an even-less-convincing stern look (because now she was even more distracted, between his hands and what she was doing with her own.)

And, look, she was really touchy and handsy normally, so once the whole condom thing was taken care of, she was going to take advantage of this little interlude to reach her hands up to touch Diego's face as she kissed him, even as Annie moved a little up his body to tease herself against him, slick and eager. "Okay?"

"Very okay," he said before kissing her again. "You're killing me, but in a good way."

Annie smiled, staying close and kissing him again as she reached a hand between them, shifted her hips, and carefully slid over him.

And once she was settled (and yes, there was a little gasp involved in that movement, because Annie was trying to take charge of things but she wasn't immune), she was reaching for Diego's hands again, this time lacing her fingers with his.

Still no hands, but a little sweeter than just holding his wrists down.

Diego let out a low moan, squeezing Annie's hands as he tried to keep still. It was a test of his patience not to immediately thrust his hips up but he still wanted her to take the lead here.

...okay there was a little jerk of his hips there, he wasn't perfect.

Annie let out a little moan of her own in response to that jerk, tightening her grip on his hands. She slowly started to roll her hips, her rhythm steady despite how quickly she wanted to move.

And by her usual clingy standards, he was so far away and the hand-holding thing might also kill her for lack of touching, but she was also pretty into the view, here, too.

She was into the view? Diego was definitely taking in every detail of what she looked like moving above him.

He moved his hips with her rhythm, but soon couldn't resist planting his foot on the bed so he could get enough leverage to thrust up a little harder.

"Yes." It came out more a groan than an actual word, and Annie closed her eyes and tipped her head back a little, her back arching. The view was nice but that was great and kind of overwhelming.

She ground down harder against him in response, even as her breathing hitched a little. The thing about torturing him was that it had kind of gotten her pretty worked up, too, so she was making a real effort to maintain any kind of an actual rhythm, now.

"Fuck--" It was things like that, Annie, that was going to make this end too soon. He thrust up hard again, not really caring about rhythm either at this point.

The fact that she didn't even really have to try to keep him held down like this was really doing it for him.

"Diego, I -" Damn it, this was going to end sooner than she'd like, and Annie's hands tightened against his. She was conscious not to hurt him, as always, but it was almost even easier to hold him in place without thinking about it, now. And really, it would probably be ending even sooner if she was letting him touch her, all things considered.

Annie would have felt self-conscious about the sighing, ragged noises she was making if she didn't strongly suspect Diego liked hearing them - and on that note, of things she was recently learning not to be shy about, Annie opened her eyes to look at him. Because she knew he liked seeing her eyes do their thing, and by the time she was even considering saying she was close, she was already there - her eyes lighting up with that accompanying shimmery noise they made, even as she shuddered and cried out.

Christ, he was never going to get tired of that. Between the teasing and just watching Annie let go like was enough to ensure that he wouldn't be far after her.

It only took a few more pumps of his hips before he was coming, squeezing Annie's hands with force that he would have felt bad about if she wasn't who she was. He would have been self-conscious about the gasping noise he made too if he was so sure that she liked it.

She loved it, yes.

Annie carefully, slowly let go of his hands before gently - so, so, so consciously gentle now - moving off of him and settling onto her side.

It would take a moment before she would have both her breath back and the wherewithal to actually talk, but for the moment Annie was content to draw one of Diego's hands up to her mouth to press a kiss where she'd been holding him by the wrist earlier, looking a little bit shy now that that was all over.

Diego smiled softly at that because that was really cute after all the dirty stuff they just did. He leaned in a moment later to kiss her because there was really no need to be shy about all that. It was clear they had both enjoyed themselves a lot.

Annie leaned into the kiss, reaching a hand up to touch his face, at least in part because seriously, the not-touching had been fun but now she was going to have to make up for it.

"I didn't hurt you?" Look, she had to be sure, given how little she'd held back. Obviously she hadn't broken his wrists or anything, but still. She'd be suspiciously checking him for bruises for days, no matter what he said.

"You didn't hurt me," he said, nuzzling his cheek against her hand. "You're amazing."

Annie bit her lower lip, breathing out a little sigh as she traced her thumb along his cheekbone. "So are you."

Seriously, just the fact that she could show so much of herself to Diego was sort of incredible. New and exciting and sexy, yes, but also just sort of...special and sweet in a way, for Annie.

"It's official then," Diego said, giving her another quick kiss. "We're both amazing."

"And modest," Annie noted, smiling into the kiss. "Okay, seriously, you have to promise to tell me if your wrists hurt later, or I'm never doing that again."

Serious threats, there.

"I promise," he said with a wry smile. "Bruises don't count, right?"

"Oh my God, do you think I bruised you?" Annie asked, eyes widening in mild alarm as she reached for the wrist she hadn't kissed yet. "Bruises don't count, but I still want to know. I barely held back at all."

"It looks fine so far," he said, just a touch amused by her distress. "I promise to wear long sleeves to the party just in case."

He was gonna do that anyway.

"Good," she replied, pressing a soft kiss to that wrist, now. "Long sleeves with tinsel, I hope. And a Santa hat. But I'll feel bad if I gave you bruises, anyway."

"Tinsel and a Santa hat," he promised. "I suppose it's no use trying to convince you to not feel bad?"

MCA #9 | Tuesday Morning

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