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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"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.

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"Well, there's your problem. Don't fuck up the finish," Dante managed.

He squinted at her over his knees. "Will you fuck me already?"

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Well, now he was going to have to wait an extra few seconds while Kathy sputtered into a laugh. "Oh, there's a good idea," she said, lining up the strap-on. "I don't know why I didn't just think of that before. 'Don't fuck up!'"

She was still chuckling as she slid home in one long thrust, hand moving off her dick to his.

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"It's--"

That was about as far as Dante got, because suddenly he was full, and his ability to breath - and think - had scattered to the wind.

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"Mmmhmm," Kathy said, giving him a smug smile as she withdrew. "You look good like this."

Or, more specifically, he looked good when she sank into him once again.

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"Jesus," Dante mumbled. He was trying to get his eyes to open, but he was failing right now, his legs falling open even further to give her more space.

... Maybe winding up around her hips, too.

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That was hot. That was so goddamn hot. Kathy stroked him a few more times before letting go of his dick to grasp onto his hips. This time she did let her nails needle into his skin. "I want to go faster," she whispered. "Can I?"

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"Yeah," Dante managed, his voice sounding wrecked. "Yeah, please."

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"Whatever you need," Kathy promised and her slow, steady rhythm shifted into something harder, faster. She also adjusted her angles a bit, looking for the one that would make him react the most.

Look, fucking Dante into the mattress was an exciting prospect for both of them. Kathy would be happy to make him come half as hard as he did to her on the regular.

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Dante mumbled an encouragement, happy to let her search, or go on, or... whatever the fuck she was doing. He didn't care.

It felt good, being full like this; in the moment, there were no regrets or second thoughts about the person doing it, no wishing she was somebody else or the thing in him was something else.

He sat forward some, shifting the angle-- and suddenly he was seeing stars, one arm wrapping around his back. "Oh fuck."

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But only in the moment.

"Like the sound of that," Kathy said, and continued to thrust exactly as she was. There was nothing worse than having that kind of reaction and then having your partner swap to something else.

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"Feels good," Dante managed, like she hadn't picked up on that yet.

He hummed softly in the back of his throat, mostly happy to let her keep going, but for the hand traveling down to his dick of its own volition.

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Kathy was tempted to bat his hand away, replace it with either her own or her mouth, but she subsided, keeping up with what she was doing instead. Trying to be everything instead of what he was looking for at the moment would only lessen what she was offering entirely.

So instead she watched him take himself in hand, keeping her grip on his hips, and used her mouth to whisper filthy encouragement instead.

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Dante whispered another expletive, pumping himself with fast, solid strokes.

No amount of sitting around and waiting had taken him so far away from the edge that he wasn't racing towards it now. His gaze skittered around, from Kathy's hips and their wonderful, maddening snap all the way across her gorgeous skin up to her eyes, watching him.

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She smiled at him--not a smirk, but a genuine smile. "Come for me," she urged, thrusting hard. "Let me watch--" Another harsh snap of her hips. "You."

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Dante whimpered and arched his back, stretching behind him, gripping the pillow. He chanted a few soft expletives under his breath, then managed a breathless, "Almost-- almost--"

He sped up the fierce motions of his hand, chasing something good just on the horizon.