Apartment Above Lukes, Tuesday Evening

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So, technically, Kathy's plan was to make tacos for dinner, but no one would know that from the state of the kitchen. She'd decided to make homemade guacamole (because what were tacos other than tasty vehicles for guac?) and now all the taco fixings were kind of pushed off to one side while she finished mashing up the avocados and chopping the cilantro and prepping the other stuff.

And texting Dante, because making tacos was the perfect opportunity for jokes, right? Especially with her shoulder still a little red from Pride?

Looking forward to putting all the tacos into my face tonight, she said, continuing their lazy conversation. No more sausage for me, but tacos are always the way to my...heart.

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"You think so?" Kathy asked. She slid her hand between her legs again and held up her hand, wet and slick. "Hmm, you might be right. I've been eager for a little more for awhile now."

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Dante smirked at her, nice and slow.

Instead of saying anything else, his hand followed the same path down her body that hers had just taken.

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Kathy hissed her breath between her teeth, eyes fluttering closed. The harness had straps that clung to her inner thighs, they framed her cunt, black material against pale skin and the occasional hint of deep, rich pink within.

"There's a button," she gritted out. "You have to push it..."

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"Sounds familiar," Dante whispered in her ear, his hand accidentally-on purpose drifting over another button, right... there.

Only then did he bother to find the little vibe, clicking it on.

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"Ah!" Kathy cried out twice, the first when his fingers brushed over her clit and again when the vibe switched on, sending a small pulse through her. Her hips shuddered beneath his touch, pressing herself against the tiny vibe, trying to get it into just the right spot.

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Dante kissed her neck, pulling his hand away from her.

He placed it on the harness instead, roughly over the vibe, and... nudged.

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Her cry was sharper this time and her body arched. Yes, that's what she'd needed. The vibe had been designed to be pushed up against her while she thrust into someone else and needed that extra bit of pressure to really let go.

By the time her body unbowed itself, she was wet to the tops of her thighs and her eyes had grown dark and hazy. "Oh fuck me," she murmured.

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"Nah uh," Dante said, that lazy smirk getting dirtier by the second.

He dropped his hand.

"Not the game we're playing here."

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"Huh?" Kathy asked, trying to look at him before his hand made her close her eyes again. "Okay." She hadn't realized she'd spoken aloud and didn't have the brains to spare to figure it out. He was still pressing the vibe against her and that was really all she was up for focusing on.

The vibe still alternated between providing enough sensation to get her closer and being a maddening tease. She spread her legs further and begged, "Fingers, Dante, please your fingers, too?"

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Dante laughed softly. "Give the girl a dick, she just gets greedier," he teased, but he obliged: his free hand dragged along her thigh for one long, teasing second before he buried two fingers in her wetness.

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It probably wasn't a good idea to sass the guy finger-fucking you to an orgasm, but sometimes Kathy couldn't help herself. Especially when most of her mind was elsewhere.

Like getting finger-fucked to an orgasm.

"Only doing this cause you weren't ready to handle my dick," she mumbled before giving into a low, needy moan.

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"You didn't want me to handle your dick yet," Dante reminded her.

Finger-fucking her to an orgasm wasn't doing great things to deescalate what was going on with his own dick, but whatever. He kept pressing against the vibe in rhythmic circles, fingers sliding in and out, not quite slow but not rushed, either.

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"I--I gave you the--the choice..." Kathy stuttered, her voice ratcheting higher as her hips bucked against his hands. She cupped her breasts in her hands, rubbing her thumbs over her nipples and her cunt tightened around his fingers.

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"Could fire that choice right back at you right now," Dante said, slowing his motions.

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"Easier for me," she pointed out, opening one baleful eye at him. "I can come now and later." She pinched her nipple, gasped, and slammed down into his hand.

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"Think that's cheating," Dante said, waiting for a moment of stillness before pushing a third finger into her.

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"You're just jealous," she informed him, though it took her several tries to get the words out. "Oh god, Dante, that's so good."

She was close, so close, and gave up talking completely to chase that edge, coming moments later with a loud cry and a shudder that shook the whole bed.

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Dante gave her one last, gentle rub, pulling his fingers out of her at the same time. "And you say guys have it easy," he sighed, wiping his hand on her dick.

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Kathy laid there for another moment, a blissed out smile on her face, before struggling to prop herself semi-upright and wink at him. "Y'do," she said, with a pointed glance down at his erection. She might have forgotten to look back up for another moment or two as well. "I mean, you should have seen me at fifteen, struggling to get off."

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"Had a hard time figuring out the hardware?"

Dante reclined as he talked, stretching, then parting his legs.

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"Still can't do it with just my fingers alone," Kathy said, watching him with hooded eyes. Her fingers trailed up the outside of his leg and then down his inner thigh, still only hard enough to tease and avoiding his dick entirely.

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Dante sighed. Loudly.

"Why not?" he said. "Mine work just fine on you."

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What was that, Dante? You'll have to use your words.

"I don't know," she said, moving over to tracing up his abs, skittering close to his dick before veering off towards his other leg. "I could just not ever get it to work for me. And then I discovered vibrators and I'm like, why go back?"

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"'Cause sometimes-- fuck-- hands are convenient?"

She couldn't just start teasing him again or he was gonna like, die of blue balls.

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Don't worry, Dante, you're a Nephilim! You're too hardy to die of blue balls!

By which she meant she could and she was, her hands spidering down over his ass, the back of her hand just brushing against him before slipping away again.

"Not if you just get yourself all wired up and then fuck up the big finish," she said, leaning in so he could feel her breath on his dick, still a little damp from her mouth.