knife_bender | MHA #2 | Wednesday Evening

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MHA #2 | Wednesday Evening

Diego had been sensitive to the fact that Annie had been pretty insular the last couple of weeks, and that throwing her a huge party for her birthday wouldn't have been a good idea. Even if the tub from the rager was still in the kitchen.

So he decided to keep it low-key this year, taking Annie to Baltimore for a fancy dinner that required him to wear a tie for once. There was little chance that could lead to anything upsetting unless a witchy looking redhead happened to be eating there that night.

Luckily for them, no such thing happened. Everyone made it home in one piece with no triggering of any trauma. Well, except for the tie thing. Diego hated wearing ties.

[For the birthday wife!]

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"If it weren't your birthday I'd call you out on being a liar," he murmured, giving his wrists a couple of tugs to check on the give there. "But since it is your birthday, I won't."

"I would never," Annie replied, looking entirely unrepentant as she leaned down to kiss him once she was satisfied he'd really have to work at it to untie himself.

And, you know, she was pretty much planning on stealing all his focus so he couldn't concentrate on something like that. Starting with placing her hands at either side of Diego's body as she kissed him, so she could press every inch of herself against him that she could.

(This was nice, too, because it actually freed up Annie's hands! Usually, to achieve these results, she'd have to hold him down herself.)

As much as Diego enjoyed it when Annie held him down, it was nice to have the feeling of her being in control while also having her freed up to touch him. He tried his best to relax as she kissed him, knowing that he would have to have at least a little bit of patience if he wanted to survive this without whining.

Well, he was going to whine. But he was trying not to whine a lot.

It kind of turned her on to make him whine, so.....

Annie shifted her hips against him, still just teasing -- but also, because she needed to change her position a little to crawl up on Diego's body a bit so that she could slide her hands up along his arms, slow and appreciative of the work he put into them.

It also put her breasts right in Diego's face, coincidentally. No one planned that, of course.

What a coincidence! A very happy coincidence.

Well if they were just going to be there, Diego couldn't be blamed for leaning up as much as he could to try to run his tongue along one of her nipples.

"More," Annie instructed bossily, sliding her hands down his arms to his chest, and helpfully angling that nipple for him a little better.

The bossiness might have been undercut slightly by the way her breath caught, but Annie figured he would still do as told (and enjoy being told to.)

Diego resisted the urge to comment on that unsteadiness in her voice. He'd much rather just happily obey Annie's instructions when they were that good. He leaned up as best he could, nipping at the soft skin there.

And feeling that little tug from the restraints was doing a whole other thing for him.

"Fuck," Annie sighed, tipping her head back slightly. One of her hands rest on Diego's chest, her nails scratching lightly just so he didn't think he'd lost her attention, while the other found its way to her opposite breast and thumbed her nipple.

This was what you got when you opted for restraints instead of a blindfold, Diego.

(And also, so much for taking it easy on him; Annie knew full well what she was doing.)

"Fuck." Now that wasn't fair, Annie. Diego had to pull away so he could just focus on watching her for a moment, hands straining against the restraints a little more.

He could, however, move his hips. Which he did, rolling them up against Annie in an attempt to release a little pent up frustration.

The straining was so hot, as was that roll of Diego's hips. The groan Annie released was both involuntary and also probably proof that she wasn't going to be able to tease for that long, just for her own sake.

But she wasn't quite to the point of giving in yet -- what was the fun in tying up your sexy husband if you couldn't drive him a little crazy? So tempting though it was to just sink over him and give them both what they wanted, Annie rose up on her knees to be a little more out of range for any tension-relief. She fixed Diego with a challenging look, and the hand on her breast slid down her stomach, trailing its way down between her legs.

She just -- you know, knew exactly what he liked.

There was a small groan of frustration as Diego watched Annie's hand move lower. He was tempted to move his hips again but knew what kind of sound he'd probably make if he did that and was denied any (much needed, in his opinion) friction.

So all he could do, basically, was just watch and enjoy the view. While also being completely frustrated.

Look, Annie did not disagree re: friction. She was just kind of getting off on the denial, too.

"Tell me what you want," Annie requested softly, sliding her hand down his chest to wrap around his cock, using what was probably a way lighter touch than Diego would prefer. (Her other hand was lightly moving still, even if her attention had shifted off herself and onto him, because that was also for Diego's benefit, too.)

"Jesus," Diego murmured, back arching up as even that soft touch was enough to drive him a little crazy. "I would really like to fuck you."

Desperation made him blunt, it seemed.

"Fuck," Annie breathed, because nothing really cut through her cute little teasing like that kind of bluntness (and, you know, it might have been just what she'd been angling for; Annie was gaining a pretty good gauge on exactly what she liked, too.)

Her grip on him tightened a little in response to his words, and -- both out of mercy and her own need -- Annie lowered herself to angle against him, the hand between her legs instead finding its way to one of Diego's arms as she leaned down to kiss him.

All the better to muffle her own long groan when she finally slid over him. Making Diego wait for it was always fun, but it also meant she had to wait, too.

Diego was grateful for the kiss since that muffled the needy whine he let out when she finally slid over him. The urge to touch was overwhelming just then, and Diego strained hard enough that there might have been a slight tearing noise.

The tie wasn't that sturdy, after all.

Annie heard that tearing noise, and she hadn't thought it was possible to get more turned on and yet here she was, digging her nails into Diego's arm in response to how the idea he would rip the tie in order to touch her sent a shiver of heat through Annie's whole body.

Like, goddamn. Hottest thing since ripped tights, right there.

"God, you feel so fucking good," Annie mumbled, pulling back from the kiss just long enough to say that before taking up a fairly steady, even rhythm.

For now.

Diego let out a breathy laugh which quickly turned into a groan as Annie found her rhythm. It was so hot having to just lie there and feel while Annie did what she wanted.

Funny how what Annie wanted overlapped with what he wanted a lot.

Annie pulled away with a soft bite to Diego's lower lip, sliding her hands down to bolster them against his chest as she sat up a little more and arched her back with a moan.

Advantages abounded in this position -- it allowed her to amp up her rhythm a tad and ride him harder, and everyone got a fantastic view. Diego all tied up (with his own tie) underneath her was one of those images she was sure would show up in a dream someday.

"Fuck, Annie," Diego groaned, unable to keep from raising his hips. He couldn't get much leverage, but even the littlest bit of movement made everything that much more intense. "You feel so fucking good."

"So do you -- you always do," Annie gasped, her nails leaving little marks on his chest as her fingers tightened with growing tension. "You look so fucking hot like this."

Like, so hot she might just have to start touching herself again, actually. Her rhythm picked up a little more as one hand slid down Diego's body and Annie started circling her thumb just above where they were joined.

That--that right there, just about did Diego in. It was only by the grace of God that he didn't lose it immediately. "Fuck--I am so close, you have no idea--"

She probably had some idea.

She did, and maybe there were a couple of reasons Annie had started touching herself, since she was just about right there with him.

"Fuck, fuck, me too," Annie panted, her free hand finding a grip on the headboard as she rocked against Diego hard enough to actually shake the bed a little bit. "Oh my God, Diego --"

And that was that for Annie, whose eyes lit up with an answering buzz from the lamps in the room when she came, her orgasm hitting her so hard she thought she might actually black out.

(She didn't, but it felt like she might.)

Judging from the tearing noise that occurred when Diego was following after Annie, if she had blacked out he would have been able to get out. You know, as soon as he recovered from his mind-blowing orgasm.

It honestly was surprising that the tie managed to hold out through Diego pulling on it hard when he came with a loud shout.

Ugh, the tearing noise. That was going to be so hot when Annie could think again.

Annie kind of melted down onto Diego, pressing her face into his neck and fumbling her hand down from the headboard and along his arm in a reassuring, affectionate gesture.

She would get to untying him -- just let her, like, come back from the dead first.

"Fuck," Diego murmured, closing his eyes for a moment as he tried to catch his breath. "That was fucking awesome."

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