knife_bender | MHA # 2 | Tuesday Morning

They really had great priorities when it came to nudity, yes. Even if that forgetting-about-pants issue of theirs was kind of notoriously persistent at this point.

"Absolutely the fairest. Totally even now," Annie agreed as she happily wriggled out of her shirt. And since she enjoyed being comfortable when she was home and sleeping and such, there wasn't even a bra to contend with.

And as soon as her arms were free, Annie was reaching up to touch him again -- one hand found an appreciative path along his arm, her other moving to touch his waist. Annie was going to clearly have a touching problem today, which was a problem she had every day except today was both her birthday and a day when Diego was no longer a cat, so it was kind of worse.

He wouldn't exactly call it a touching problem.

As much as Diego wanted to lean down and press himself against her, he also wanted to enjoy the view for a moment. He slid his hand up her hip and stomach slowly, just enjoying the touching.

He had missed having opposable thumbs, okay?

"I missed you," Annie murmured, and yes, she had already said that, but now there was touching to go along with that sentiment. She arched her back a little, reaching down to trace her fingertips along the back of his hand as he slid it along her skin. "Like, your hands."

Just to be clear that she absolutely meant in the physical sense, at the moment. She was pretty sure she'd thoroughly made it clear she had missed him in every single way, but right now those hands and his expanse of bare skin were getting a lot of focus from her.

"I missed you too." Though, admittedly, as a cat he didn't really have the capacity to really miss things like he would as a human. Still.

He smiled at Annie's hand covering his, and kept on moving it up slowly, eventually stopping when he could cup her breast, circling his thumb around her nipple.

"That's so nice," Annie sighed, her skin puckering in response as she splayed her own fingers out along Diego's. It was partly that she knew he liked her active participation when it came to touching her, so to speak, and partly that she was already feeling a little impatient and fairly needy in all the best ways. "I also missed your mouth."

"Yeah?" Well that meant he had to duck his head down to get his mouth around one of her nipples. He kept his hand where it was, tugging at her other nipple lightly.

The noise that came out of Annie was sort of an agreement, at least in as much as the strangled moan she let out ended in, "Uh huh."

And now her other hand found its way to the back of his head. Impatience bred bossiness, it turned out.

Would it surprise anyone to learn that the bossiness spurred Diego on? He let out a soft moan, which could probably be felt more than heard. He kept his mouth where it was (since they both seemed to like it there), and shifted slightly, working one of his legs between hers.

They had messed up on the pants thing yet again.

They super had, but that wasn't stopping Annie from shifting against his leg in search of some friction for the moment, at least. Maybe someday they'd move past the whole impatient honeymoon-esque phase, but considering they hadn't yet, it seemed more likely that they'd still forget about pants in the name of immediate gratification when they were both in their 80s.

"Fucking perfect," Annie mumbled, her hand tightening against the back of his head as she slid her hand down his back, dragging her nails this time.

Diego moaned again, enjoying that little bit of sting from her nails. He rocked his leg against her, trying to help her (and him) with the whole friction thing.

After a moment he had to lean up and kiss her again because it had been too long.

Annie moaned into the kiss, wrapping both arms up around him so she could drag both sets of nails down along his back. Because she was a very observant person, and those skills were never more practiced than when it came to Diego's reactions to her.

But he was also being pretty distracting with his leg, there, and Annie simply could not be blamed for the kind of desperate way she was shifting against him, okay?

"We need less clothes," he panted, pulling back slightly. "Like, now."

"Now," Annie agreed breathlessly, sliding her hands between them to start working on Diego's pants while simultaneously trying to wriggle out of her leggings.

Neither of these approaches was as effective as if she'd focused on one thing at a time, but that was a big ask right now.

It was pretty much the most inconvenient way of doing things. Diego was not really helping the situation as he attempted to help Annie with her leggings while at the same time doing his best to (impossibly) leave a hickey on her neck.

At least leggings were pretty much designed to be able to be wriggled out of while dealing with having one's neck sucked on, so Annie was kicking them down her legs shortly.

Though not all the way. Her leggings ended up dangled off one ankle for the moment. She was busy right now, between the attempted hickey (and, like, please keep attempting the impossible, Diego, she loved it) and her triumph at getting Diego's pants at least undone. It was enough that she could slide her hands down to get a grip on his ass and try to pull him in tighter against her.

"Fuck," Diego moaned, going along with that movement and pressing up against Annie. Absolutely doing nothing to get his pants all the way down, but he did not care about it right now.

At least a little progress had been made.

A little! Annie hummed an agreement against Diego's shoulder -- fuck, yes, exactly -- before biting him and latching her mouth to the spot.

It wasn't impossible to give him a hickey, after all.

It was good they had no plans to visit family for this holiday.

"Okay--wait--" This time he pulled back enough to really get his pants down. Otherwise clothes tearing was going to happen (which sometimes wasn't a bad thing).

"Hurry," Annie requested, taking this opportunity to finally kick her leggings off that foot and reaching out to still touch Diego wherever she could reach.

Like he wasn't already hurrying, Annie. (This was why they had an occasional clothes-ripping issue.)

If he hurried any more there might be some sort of sex injury. Quite frankly, it was a miracle there hadn't been one yet.

He was kicking his pants off soon enough, but instead of settling himself back on top of Annie he moved lower, trying to shoulder his way between her legs so he could place a bite against her thigh.

Birthday, right? Had to make sure all the bases were covered.

There was that time Annie had fallen in the shower! That sort of counted. (But it had also not been either of their faults, remotely.)

But Annie was absolutely not thinking about that right now. Way, way too focused on Diego's trajectory, and how much she loved her birthday at the moment.

"Yes," she hissed out, clearly not too worried about seeming overeager or bossy (worrying about being bossy was so early 2021, okay) as she easily slipped her leg over his shoulder. "Fuck, you're so hot, Diego."

Like, he was about to be even hotter and she knew it, but it was also important that he know how much she appreciated him right now, at this very moment.

Diego smiled against Annie's thigh. "You're the hot one."

He knew they could argue back and forth forever on that fact, so he did his best to distract her before it even started. He bit down on her thigh again, harder this time, and pressed two fingers against her but not sliding in just yet.

"You also might kill me," Annie gasped, sliding one hand up to cover her face as she arched her hips up against his fingers and her leg curled against his back at the bite.

Death by teasing might be an all right way to go, all things considered. (And she also seriously had no room to talk on the teasing front.)

Well that just made Diego smile again. He thought it was cute when she covered her face like that.

Probably a good thing she couldn't see how smug he looked right now.

Since his patience wasn't great, he didn't tease for too long. Soon he was pressing his fingers into her slowly and placing his other hand on her hip to keep her still as best he could. Which, like the hickey attempts, was just an illusion really.

The face-covering habit had originally come from a sort of overwhelming shyness -- Annie could easily go on television and talk or sing for millions of people, but being exposed and focused upon in private like this was so different -- but it also served the purpose of forcing Annie to actually focus on what Diego was doing to her, instead of being continuously distracted by, you know. His appealingly touchable person.

Given that hand on her hip, Annie was actually inclined to be well-behaved, here, and hold still for him. At least, she meant to. And then there were fingers, and she couldn't help either the moan that escaped her, nor the way her hips twitched up in response.

But she did have the presence of mind to find that hand on her hip and cover it with one of her own, too. Everything was a team effort today, clearly.

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