knife_bender | MHA #2 | Sunday Evening

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MHA #2 | Sunday Evening

The thing about Annie being gone half the week every week was that Diego was the very familiar with the "my girlfriend has been gone for awhile and I'm getting antsy and on edge" feeling. Sure, other people could probably go a couple days without sex and handle it just fine but, well, he and Annie had their (very frequent) habits. So, the feeling was something he recognized almost immediately.

The problem was that it usually didn't kick in until Wednesday. Annie had just left this morning.

He couldn't quite put his finger on what the problem was until he remembered it was spring, and he had just talked about this. And he knew Annie wouldn't want to miss out (and, selfishly, he wanted her here). So he shot off a text.

911, SOS, come home ASAP the thing is happening. I'm getting gatorade and protein bars delivered.

That was subtle enough, right?

[For the girl, SP and obviously will be getting nsfw]

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Which, in turn, had Annie making a noise that she would deny all day was a whimper (but was definitely a whimper) as she needily moved against his leg, seeking out friction. "I love you so much. And I love that we get this...like, gift in the spring."

The pollen would have been fun if they weren't both prone to processing and expressing their feelings for each other through sex; given that factor, and it was little wonder that this was everyone's favorite time of year.

(That's right. Annie liked sex pollen more than Christmas. She wouldn't say it out loud, though.)

Diego would say that out loud, happily.

He pulled away from the kiss so he could make his way down her neck, doing his very best to leave some marks. It wouldn't happen, but he was going to try.

Hey, she'd thrown down the gauntlet on that front. Annie was pretty sure that no, no matter how hard they tried to mark up her skin with bites, it wasn't going to make a difference. But she still thought it was worth trying.

She angled her neck for him, helpful as ever, and slid a hand into his hair to run her nails along his scalp lightly, and tug on his hair where she could. (Maybe, if she spent all her birthday wishes and shooting-star wishes and throw-a-penny-in-a-well wishes on it this year, he'd have that prophesied long hair by next spring? Something to dream about.)

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"Harder," Diego murmured before biting down again. He slid one of his hands over Annie's breast, squeezing lightly. "Please."

A little shudder went through Annie -- that 'please' was just the sexiest thing, don't ask her why -- but she obediently did as requested and pulled harder on his hair. Simultaneously, she scratched the nails of her opposite hand against his back, and that, too, was harder than she'd been before.

"You're so hot," she murmured, arching up against his hand.

"So are you," he breathed, nuzzling against her neck. Diego rocked his hips against Annie's hip, trying to get a little more friction.

That prompted Annie to grind up against him, trying to maneuver against his leg and work her hip against him a little. "Fuck," she gasped softly, giving his hair another sharp little pull in response to how good even just that felt.

Diego let out a little moan in response, leaning up to nip at her jaw. "You want more?"

He knew the answer to that question. He wanted to hear the response anyway.

God, and it was hot being asked.

"You know I want more," Annie agreed softly, shifting against him again with a little more force and not even vaguely attempting to muffle her responding moan. "I need more."

She would even let him stay on top this time, unless he had other plans.

"Fuck." If Diego had other plans they quickly went out the window in favor for getting more as quickly as possible.

He gave Annie another kiss before shifting to settle himself between her legs. He slipped a hand between them to line himself up against her. He felt like he was shaking, he was filled with so much energy and anticipation right now.

Annie truly could not think straight in light of how worked up she was. She was so turned on she felt downright feverish, she could not seem to get enough of touching Diego, and the anticipation -- which, quite honestly, was often kind of a favorite of hers -- was maybe actually killing her. It was definitely the reason she was shivering slightly.

"Please," she mumbled, needily pressing her hips forward and looping a leg around his waist to try to just close the distance herself. "Please, please."

Diego had to lean down to kiss Annie, fearing that if she said anything else he'd lose it right away. He started to press in, not bothering to tease, and feeling like he could cry with relief when he felt her wrapped around him again.

Good thing he kissed her, because who knew what kind of stream-of-consciousness filth would have come out of Annie at the sensation of having Diego finally (it had been literally minutes, but shh) inside her again.

As it was, Annie groaned into the kiss in a way that probably communicated exactly how she felt. The way she deepened the kiss, needy and desperate for more, also probably said a lot.

Edited 2022-03-30 01:56 (UTC)

The relief he felt at being inside of her again was quickly replaced the need for more, so he was on the same page as Annie there. He moved to hook one of her legs around his arm, changing the angle and making more room for him to thrust into her with the desperate, hard way he was feeling right now.

That angle change was already threatening to just undo Annie, and as it was, this was one of those times where her vision actually swam for a moment with how intensely good that felt.

She planted her opposite foot on the mattress so she could arch up to try to meet his thrusts, completely uncaring about the gasping, whimpering, needy noises she was distantly aware she was making.

Diego groaned loudly, having to break off the kiss just to be able to catch his breath. "Fuck."

His free hand went up to curl against the edge of the mattress, using it as leverage to move faster and harder. There wasn't much finesse to this, he was running on sheer desperation at this point.

Annie actively didn't want finesse just now, anyway. The desperation and the pace and the force behind all of this was really doing a whole lot for her. She rolled her shoulders under, arching her back and hips entirely up off the bed to try to match Diego's efforts.

But without the kiss to muffle her, those noises were lent a little bit of substance in the form of whatever words popped into Annie's mind. Mostly, "Yes," and, "Harder," even if the latter was probably not actually possible given how hard they were already going.

It might not have been possible, but Diego was going to try his very best to do as she asked. It might result in some sore muscles later, but it was totally worth it.

"Close," he panted out. "I want to see you."

Look, fully formed sentences weren't coming at the moment, but hopefully she'd know what he meant.

She knew exactly what he meant.

Given how close to the edge she was, this was probably going to have some immediate results, but Annie didn't hesitate at all before sliding a hand down her stomach and finding her clit with her middle finger.

"Fuck, Diego --" And that gasp of his name was just going to have to be enough in terms of a warning, considering she was tensing up around him and going bright-eyed only a couple of seconds into touching herself.

Diego was so happy Annie could understand his sex-stupid ramblings because he wouldn't have been able to get it any better than that. He was following Annie soon (instantly, pretty much) after, managing a couple more hard movements of his hips to draw everything out for the both of them for as long as possible.

Then he was pretty much collapsing on top of her. Sorry.

No apologizing for that, even in narrative. Having Diego collapse on top of her after sex was one of Annie's favorite things, between the way she was throbbing with sensation and how effortlessly intimate it felt to wrap her arms up around him and bury her face against his shoulder.

She had started this shaking a little, and now she was full on trembling under him as she tried to catch her breath. But at least this time she was pretty sure she hadn't broken anything? Maybe they'd wander out and find half the kitchen appliances on the fritz, but it didn't seem likely.

It definitely took him longer this time to recover than the first round. There were a few long moments of waiting for his breathing to slow down before shifting slightly to take some of his weight off of Annie.

He was still pretty much sprawled all over her though. "Holy shit."

Annie didn't really want him to go too far, anyway. She ran a slightly wobbly hand along his back and let her legs -- which felt like they weighed a whole lot more than they had a minute ago -- fall lazily to the bed as she waited for her heart to stop racing.

"Holy shit," she agreed, tilting her head to press a kiss against his temple. "We are so hot."

Look at that, actually giving herself some credit there. Team effort!

Diego laughed softly. "We are the hottest."

He nuzzled against her neck, sighing contentedly. "Might need a nap before round three."

"Mmm-hmm. Pacing ourselves," Annie murmured, echoing that sigh as she stretched under him and gave in a bit to how heavy and sleepy she was feeling. "I'm gonna have a sex dream about you."

Even if she didn't, she was going to tell him she had. It wasn't like she didn't have a back catalog of previous Diego sex dreams to choose from.

Also, she was already hoping she woke up first. She had some dirty -- if drowsy -- ideas about how to kick off round three.

MHA #2 | Sunday Evening

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