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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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.

"Oh my -- fuck, I love --" Annie started and didn't manage to conclude several different thoughts, but Diego probably got the gist of that, right? In any case, her point was probably quite clear a few seconds later, when Annie's eyes lit up and she came much louder than she'd meant to.

But it felt really, really good, so. And it was her birthday. And she'd somehow lost all her bones in the process, it seemed.

Somehow, Diego had the feeling the bones would come back at some point.

Diego hadn't expected Annie to be quite that loud, which was a real bonus for the ego, but not so great for any future stamina. He pulled away to lean his head against her thigh, but kept pumping his fingers to let her draw that feeling out.

God, he was the best for that. Consider Diego's attention to detail reason number, like, four thousand why Annie loved him.

She was still flushed and breathing hard when she decided to attempt movement by loosening her grip on Diego's hand, running a thumb over his skin apologetically and then giving his hand a little tug. "Come up here."

Barely got her breath back and already bossy again, apparently.

Luckily her bossy requests were easy to follow. Diego placed one more kiss on her thigh before making his way back up to her. "Good?"

"So good," Annie murmured, because he definitely deserved that praise. She reached for him, trying to pull him against her for a lazy kiss despite how heavy her limbs were feeling.

Even if she was still waiting for her bones to return or whatever, she knew it was only a matter of minutes before she'd want to move around again. And right now she was afterglowy and warm and still had the hottest guy on the planet in bed with her, here.

Best birthday.

They had really unlocked the formula to great birthdays: Only be around each other, and have sex all day. Note that for the future.

"I love you," he murmured before kissing her. "And your birthday."

It had been a pretty good day for him so far, too.

Perfect plan. All future firsts of October and twenty-firsts of December were officially to be spent in bed. (Maybe figuratively, see also Australian tub sex.)

"I love you. And I'm pretty into my birthday at the moment, too," Annie agreed, rolling onto her side to idly trail her fingertips along his chest as one foot traced against his leg.

"Think we're going to get noise complaints?" he teased, leaning down to kiss her neck.

"We haven't before," Annie pointed out, flushing anew because she really had been pretty loud there. At least they were in the bedroom? They'd been loud on the couch before.

"If we do," she decided, tracing her hand down to brush her hand across his hip, "you should be flattered."

Annie would be mortified, sure, but Diego should be proud, clearly.

"I mean, I'm pretty flattered already," he murmured. "You have a habit of doing that to me."

"Well." Annie scooted closer to kiss him again, pressing her chest flush against Diego's. "You have a habit of earning every bit of that flattery. And then some."

Like, did her legs even work still? (Whatever, she could get by without legs for awhile. Worthy sacrifice.)

That feeling was mutual, but Diego was a little busy kissing Annie again to say it out loud. He pressed himself against her, sliding a hand around her waist to keep her close.

He was pretty proud of his patience right now.

Annie was, too. Or at least, very cognizant of that patience, and it honestly felt sort of overwhelmingly sweet and romantic to her that he had been so patient and just focused on her.

But also felt like she'd basked in her solo afterglow enough for now.

She shifted to lazily drape one of her legs across Diego's, a hand simultaneously slipping between them to wrap around him.

Diego inhaled sharply, not exactly surprised by the touch, but now that he was being touched it became obvious how needy he was. He ducked his head down to nuzzle at her neck, lifting his hips slightly to follow the movement of her hand.

And that afforded Annie not only a perfect angle to nip lightly at Diego's ear as she worked her hand over him, but to talk into it a little, too.

"You're so good, Diego," she whispered, flicking her tongue out against Diego's ear, her hand maintaining a steady pace. Teasing or slowness seemed entirely out of the question. "I love you so much."

He was fine with the slowness at the moment. It was helping him not lose it right away what with the waiting and the praise happening right now.

"I love you," he said, breath coming a little bit faster now. "You're amazing."

"I feel pretty amazing," Annie agreed, hiking that leg she had draped over him up just a bit and pressing her hips just a little closer so that she could angle him against her.

She didn't close the distance just yet, instead arching her neck up so she could kiss Diego again. (Maybe a little teasing was still on the table.) "Like this?"

She thought it was a great idea, personally. Snuggly makeout sex was about the max she could handle at the moment, given her remaining sensitivity and -- you know, bonelessness.

"Yeah," he said a little shakily. "Yeah--just don't stop."

"I won't stop," Annie promised softly. She angled her hips forward to take him inside her, snagging that leg around Diego's waist for a little stability and added depth.

Good thing, too, since she was already feeling pretty shaky as she leaned up to muffle a moan with another kiss. She was maybe hoping to be a little quieter this time. Maybe. If she could.

"Fuck." As much as he loved her hands on him (she should really just never stop touching him), this was a different kind of good entirely. He moved his hand to her thigh to help keep her steady as he gently rocked his hips, trying to be mindful of any sensitivity that might be happening right now.

It was kind of great, the whole sensitivity thing, inasmuch as she was just like, immediately overwhelmed with how amazing this felt. She gave a soft whimper, ducking her head to kiss along Diego's shoulder as she slid her arms around him to keep everything close and snug as they rocked together.

She agreed that she should just never stop touching him. Something they had in common, there.

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