knife_bender | MHA # 2 | Tuesday Morning

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MHA # 2 | Tuesday Morning

Diego had meant to arrange stuff for Annie's birthday sometime last week, but had not predicted he'd be a cat for eleven days. So he was kind of scrambling this morning, between that and trying to catch up on the weird shit that had happened while he was of the feline persuasion.

He managed to sneak out early and go to J,GOB to pick up some cupcakes and found some leftover candles from his own birthday in a drawer. It wasn't, like, spectacular or anything, but it was the best he could do on short notice.

[For the birthday girl]

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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.

The team effort thing was cute! And then Diego had to be completely disgusting and twine their fingers together rather than make any attempt at holding her down.

So gross.

He leaned in to lick around his fingers, moving them a little faster.

God, they were the best at being gross together. Except Annie didn't think it was gross. Annie thought this little hand-holding thing was so romantic that she might actually pass out.

No, wait, that was because she'd forgotten to breathe because this all felt so good. But still!

"You are so good," Annie groaned softly, trying not to move around too much and failing just a little. The hand she'd had over her own face made its way down to thread through Diego's hair, resting lightly and encouragingly on the back of his head.

That was incredibly hot. And made him wish his hair was a little longer so she had an easier time getting her fingers around it.

He pressed his fingers in a little harder, circling his tongue around her clit.

He definitely needed to grow his hair out, if only for this. Annie couldn't actually pull on Diego's hair the way she wanted to in response to his tongue, but he could at least enjoy the feeling of her nails against his scalp, probably? And the way her hand had tightened its grip in his (though thankfully she was still conscious enough on some level to keep from overdoing it, strength-wise.)

And she could use her words a little, too. "Just like that," Annie whispered (not because it was a secret, just...because.) And that was when she made the mistake (?) of opening her eyes to look down at him, because Jesus Christ that was almost too much, right there. "Fuck, fuck, don't stop."

Diego had absolutely no intention of stopping, especially when she was reacting like that. If anything he doubled his efforts, trying to get more noise out of her.

And if it distracted her from how he was just barely holding back from rubbing against the sheets, well, so be it.

"You're going to make me come," Annie warned throatily, her foot twisting against Diego's back as she felt everything start to warm and build whether she was ready or not. And, granted, he was clearly doing his absolute best to make her come, but it still felt polite to warn him.

Especially since there was, as always, a fuzzy, slightly-out-of-reach desire to make sure he was taken care of, too -- but Annie also was pretty sure that wouldn't be a problem once she could focus on literally anything beyond Diego's mouth and fingers and the heat between her legs.

Well, it was her birthday. Taking care of him should be handled after she had gotten everything she needed.

And it wasn't like watching this happen wasn't doing a whole lot for him. He was just as eager to have her come as she was. He didn't let up on the movement of his fingers and mouth, doing his best to get her over that edge.

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