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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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.

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"You can do it," she said, breasts bouncing with the sped up rhythm. "C'mon, you know you're fucking gorgeous when you go..."

She let go of his hip with one hand, bringing it down to cup his balls, thumb brushing lightly over the sensitive skin there.

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Dante let out a hot breath of air, his eyes finally shutting under the intensity of the sensations coursing through his body.

It didn't take much, now. Just another thrust, that feeling of fullness in his body, the spark that shot up right through his dick when that length slid just past--

He came with a gasp, his dick coating his stomach with pulses of a sticky mess.

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"Told you you were gorgeous that way," Kathy said, easing out of him before he got oversensitive. She reached into her nightstand again and pulled out a package of handwipes, keeping a few for herself before setting it within Dante's reach.

No rush, though. He was free to keep lounging as long as he liked.

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"Always knew... you liked to watch," Dante panted. He draped his arm over his eyes for a second as he worked on his breathing.

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"Never really denied it," Kathy said, wiping the lube off her fingers. She grinned and started working on the harness. "I'd say this got well and truly broken in today."

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"Still not... at the same time, though." Did that make sense? Dante wasn't really ready to make sense yet. "Mm. Nice."

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"Huh?" Yeah, Kathy wasn't picking up whatever Dante was putting down there. But she also wasn't inclined to press him about it, instead just lounging back, leaving several inches of space between them so he didn't feel crowded.

Benefits of having a kingsized bed.

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Dante finally reached for the wipes, cleaning off his stomach with experienced expediency.

Then he rolled over, tossing a casual arm over Kathy's body. Look, this had started as an attempt to settle her, and he didn't need those few inches that much.

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"Hey," she said softly, running her hands through his hair. That was all she had. Just hey.

Though maybe a request for an explanation about what he'd meant a moment ago would be nice, but she still wasn't ready to bother him over it.