MHA #2 | Wednesday Afternoon

[knife_bender]

You know those little cardboard disks at the bottom of frozen pizzas? Turns out you were supposed to throw away that part before putting it in the oven. As Annie and Diego discovered, it can catch on fire.

See this is what happened when they didn't just stick to protein shakes and/or Danny didn't feed them.

Diego's apartment was still in tact, luckily, it just smelled vaguely of smoke, burnt pizza and cardboard. Which was why all of the windows were open despite it being freezing out. Diego didn't mind too much though, they had a pizza delivered--which they should have done in the first place--and now were cuddled up on the couch under some blankets.

All in all making the best of a bad (or stupid) situation.

[For the girl! And now NSFW]

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[defenderofdesmoines]

"Just another challenge," Annie told him with a little sigh, preemptively tugging the blanket a little higher and raking her nails lightly up along his lower back. "Good thing we're good at this."

They'd already done this like, so many times under easy, normal conditions. Annie felt like they could swing a little consciously-quiet, consciously-blanket-covered sex no problem. (Also she really didn't want to get up and close the windows like, at all, right now.)

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"We are good at this." He slid one of his hands down past her hip so he could teasingly run his fingers down her inner thigh.

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Which had Annie pressing her hips forward with a soft, needy noise. Good thing Diego's shoulder was right there where she could issue a sharp bite to it, since that would hopefully both muffle the sound she made and distract him from it in the first place.

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"Fuck," he murmured. Which was quiet! Ish. It didn't quite distract him enough from his goal of having Annie make more noise, which was why he was pressing one of his fingers into her slowly.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Fuck," she breathed in agreement. Yeah, Annie really thought she was much more capable of being quiet than she actually was, and the way that word morphed into a soft moan halfway through was evidence of that.

Though, that being said, it just made her want to get more sound out of him, too, which was why when she leaned down to bite at his upper chest, she was actively looking to leave a bruise this time.

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"Cheating," Diego said, not proud of how breathless he sounded. Impatience was starting to creep in and he started moving his hand a little faster, pressing in a second finger a few moments later.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Oh no, Diego, you want to see cheating? Cheating looked a lot more like dragging her nails down his chest until her hand wrapped around him, teasing and light for now, as she pressed in to whisper against his ear, "It's not cheating to know what you like."

Now, granted, that whisper was fairly shaky, as was Annie's breathing, and the hand on his back was digging in harder now, because Annie was having a really hard time keeping at all quiet with the change in pace and the addition of that second finger.

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Diego really couldn't argue with that logic. Even if he could, he was in no position to come up with a coherent thought right now. He jerked his hips up into Annie's hand, barely making any attempt to be quiet at this point.

Look, he didn't particularly care who heard him. Any attempt was purely for Annie's benefit.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie appreciated that, even if it was a fairly doomed effort on both their parts.

It didn't stop her from playfully shushing him as she tilted her head up for another kiss, nipping at his lower lip as she kept up the steady pace of her hand.

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"Are you shushing me?" he teased, bumping his nose against hers.

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"Yes. Shh," Annie told him, clearly pretty pleased with herself as she pressed a kiss to his jaw. "And I'll shush you again if you don't watch it."

It kind of killed her to shush him, honestly, given how much she loved hearing him, but she was getting a little into this challenge of being quiet.

(It helped that, again, it was a challenge she herself was absolutely going to very happily fail.)

[knife_bender]

Diego laughed lightly, kissing her again. He moved his hands to her thighs, spreading her legs a little more but not pressing in just yet. He was going to tease her just because she shushed him. He was petty like that.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie kind of loved that pettiness, honestly.

She shifted one leg restlessly, a soft groan escaping in spite of her better efforts. She trailed her mouth along his neck to his ear, biting lightly at the lobe. "I need you, Diego."

She figured that'd either get her what she wanted, or she'd get to shush him again. Either way.

[knife_bender]

That was cheating, and Diego absolutely did not care. That was so close to the L-word that it made Diego shiver a little bit.

It also did get her absolutely what she wanted because he was pushing in slowly a moment later.

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Was it cheating if she meant it? Because teasing and pettiness and trying to get a reaction aside, she really did feel like she needed him.

It helped that she also L-worded him, too, even if she kept talking herself out of saying so.

Annie's fingers were already digging in against his back even with that first movement, because she was pretty keyed up already. She wasn't too into the being-quiet game that she was able to completely suppress the throaty little gasp she let out in response as she wound a leg around him, mindful of the blanket.

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At least at this point if the blanket slipped a little the cold air would probably be welcomed.

Diego wasn't doing so great on the whole keeping quiet thing either right now. He tried to duck his head down and muffle the groan he made against Annie's shoulder but it didn't do much. He wasn't even sorry.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Shhhh - fuck." At least Annie managed to keep her voice down, even if that was the world's least effective or believable shushing.

Her hips arched up to meet his insistently as Annie bit at his neck. Something about having to keep it down (ostensibly) made her just want to keep murmuring soft, needy things into Diego's ear. "Harder." Like that.

[knife_bender]

Christ, that really wasn't helping him be quiet, Annie. Diego reached up above their heads to grab onto the arm of the couch to give himself more leverage as he thrust in harder.

Which also wasn't helping him keep quiet.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie was sort of past caring about whether they actually managed to stay quiet anymore. If anything, she wanted to see how badly she could make him lose it, now.

"You feel so good." She at least was able to keep her voice down, even if the rest of the noises she couldn't help were not nearly as hushed. She arched her neck up to kiss Diego roughly, rolling her hips up against his and trying desperately to keep to some kind of faltering rhythm. "Always - so good."

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"So do you," Diego said, barely finding the breath to manage speaking. It was starting to get harder to maintain any sort of rhythm, but he made up for it in enthusiasm, the couch starting to move a little under the force of it.

At least it wasn't from someplace cheap like Ikea so it wouldn't break or anything. That was the last thing this apartment needed.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie was going to be so impressed when she noticed the couch had moved. Right now, she was a touch distracted (understandable, given why the couch had moved), and had planted a foot in between the cushions of the couch to try to help leverage herself up against him with equal force.

Everything was pushing her closer and closer to the brink, and in spite of how much she claimed she didn't want to be loud, Annie was definitely starting to lose that particular battle as her breath came in harsh gasps. "Almost," she panted, her hand scrabbling up to tug at his hair as she leaned up to kiss him again.

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He really needed to grow his hair out at some point or something because he really liked the hair tugging.

Diego slid the hand that currently didn't have a death grip on the couch between them to help Annie along. Between the hair pulling and Annie being so close it would not take much for him to go over the edge.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"With me," Annie pleaded, too desperate to be a request. She wasn't going to be able to delay the inevitable - especially with the addition of his hand, which, like, she really appreciated given how sensitive she was - but she was doing everything she could to prolong this enough to ensure he was there, too. "I want - come with me -"

And - like, fuck, that was it. It was a good thing Diego liked when she got rough with him, because while she did manage to keep fairly quiet, Annie wasn't holding back at all by the time her eyes illuminated and she shuddered under him. Her hand went tight against his scalp, and he was probably going to have some interesting bruises along his back - and Annie would apologize and kiss each and every one, once she could breathe again.

[knife_bender]

Even if she hadn't asked for it, Diego following at the same time was always going to happen. He had been close to be begin with but her saying that and then feeling her around him pretty much made it inevitable.

The couch gave a pretty impressive lurch as he thrust in one last time, and he didn't even have the capability to cover up the loud groan he let out. He was fairly sure he lost the feeling in his legs but he could worry about that later.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie clung tightly to him, still trying to catch her breath for a long, long moment after. It seemed impossible that they kept getting better at this but, like, they absolutely kept getting better at this. Between how comfortable she'd gotten (Bruises! Words!) and how connected she felt to Diego even when they weren't doing this, every time was something special. Even couch sex with all the windows open and eau de burned cardboard lingering in the air was still pretty mind-blowing.

Though, speaking of those open windows, Annie did find the presence of mind to wind one foot vaguely down the couch to kick up the discarded blanket so she could lazily reach for it. It had gotten a little lost in the shuffle of all that couch-moving, and Annie was just going to vaguely drape it over Diego's back so they didn't freeze, and then firmly wrap her arms up around him lest he get any ideas about moving away yet.