knife_bender | MHA #2 | Wednesday Afternoon

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MHA #2 | Wednesday Afternoon

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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"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.

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.

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."

"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.

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.

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.

"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.

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.

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.

Diego would be grateful for the blanket once he came back to himself. Right now he was just sort of melting against Annie, tucking his face into the crook of her neck.

He'd be able to talk in a minute.

Annie dotted soft kisses along his cheek and the side of his head, nuzzling wherever she could reach without moving very much since she wasn't really able to, yet.

"Think you moved the couch." She'd finally noticed! And she was going to give him all the credit there, yes, because that was actually pretty hot.

"Well you said harder," Diego teased, nipping at her jaw.

Annie gave a happy little hum, her cheeks heating a little at the reminder. "I did," she agreed, sighing as she trailed a hand lightly along his back. "And look at that follow-through."

Diego shifted slightly, letting out a contented little sigh. "Oh good I can move my legs. I was worried for a second."

"I've had similar thoughts," Annie shared, laughing softly. "Your back's probably a mess, though."

And look at her not apologize, though she did shift around a little to kiss the hickey she'd left on his chest

"I like it," he said, shocking absolutely no one. "It's a nice reminder."

"I like you," Annie replied in a similarly shocking twist, kissing him again. "And I'm glad you can handle it when I show you how much."

Aww, way to try to make sex bruises romantic, Annie.

Sex bruises were totally romantic!

"I'd leave them on you too if I could," he said, biting her neck to make his point. "'Cause I like you a lot."

Annie smiled, not even resisting the warm, fluttery feeling that hearing that gave her. It still wasn't the right moment - like, please, this was still way too sex-adjacent to be appropriate for a first-time declaration like the one she wanted to make - but hearing things like that just gave her more confidence that it would go well whenever she did tell him.

"I can tell," she assured him lightly. "But keep trying, anyway. I can still feel it like you do."

Diego laughed lightly. "That is not going to be a problem for me. Like, at all."

"Good," Annie said with another happy sigh, and now that she had her bearings a little more, she reached up to tuck the blanket around him a little better. "Are you, like, freezing?"

Annie was fine, but Annie also had a whole Diego on her to keep her warm, so.

"I'm good," he said, cuddling in closer to her. "This is good."

"You say the word, and I'll use my hands," she assured him, smiling as she snuggled closer and pressed a kiss to his jaw. "Not like how I just did. You know what I mean."

At some point they would have to move, probably, but it just seemed less and less appealing by the second, honestly.

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