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It was late when Diego got in from his patrol, and Lila was already asleep. He let himself in quietly, and shed his harness and boots before peeking around the screen that separated the bedroom area off from the rest of the one-room apartment above her tattoo parlor. She was sprawled out, starfish-like, face down and snoring quietly, and he smiled fondly and went to take a shower.
She was still asleep when he returned a few minutes later and dropped his towel by the bed. On his own, he usually slept in boxers and a T-shirt, in case of emergencies—but with Lila, he'd gotten in the habit of going to bed naked: why add to the laundry when they'd usually ended up that way by morning anyhow? She grumbled sleepily when he rolled her gently so he could get in, but when he wrapped his arms around her, she heaved a sigh, and drifted off again.
It had been a quiet night, just a brief scuffle, and tomorrow was a Monday so they could both sleep in. Diego flexed his sore knuckles before peacefully following her down into sleep.
At some point, he was vaguely aware of the shower going on, and assumed that it was probably morning—but there was no compelling reason for him to be awake, so he let himself sink back down into comfortable darkness.
The next thing he knew, something warm and wet was wrapping itself around his already half-hard dick. He gasped when he felt a tongue stroking him.
"Fuck, Lila!"
She mumbled something that might have been a greeting, but he lost interest in trying to interpret it when she sucked gently, and he hardened fully. He slid a hand over her hair, encouraging her, and tried to keep his hips from jerking forward.
"Oh baby, yeah," he mumbled, as she alternated gentle sucking with rolling her tongue over him. His eyes were still closed, but he thought he could see the faintest of morning light through his lids. They had hours of free time stretching out in front of them. God, he was gonna make her fucking scream.
In the meantime, though, she was blowing his fucking mind. He was only just awake, so none of his filters were in place, and he was going to blame that and this wake-up call for the stream of begging, pleading, praise, and nonsense that fell from his lips, as she proceeded to wreck any chance he'd ever have of joining MENSA. Fuck, he loved this woman!
"Lila, god, I'm gonna come," he gasped at last—and felt the slightest scrape of her teeth, and then she moved back slightly, dragging her lips along his dick, and sucked hard on the tip—and god, fuck, fuck…
He came so hard that there were little swirling dots in front of his eyes when he finally blinked them open, feeling the cool touch of moisture at the corners. As she slowly let him drop from her mouth, he shuddered with the overwhelming sensation, and threw a hand over his face, feeling everything a little too much. Fuck, it was too early to be this gone.
Even when she crawled up his body, trailing kisses along his stomach and chest, he couldn't quite pull himself together enough to do more than clutch her close when she nuzzled into his neck.
"Morning," she said, huskily.
Diego gave a half-crazed laugh, hand still over his face. "Jesus Christ, Lila…" He could feel her smile, and the damp warmth of her shower-fresh body.
"Did I break you?"
He considered this. He wasn't totally sure he could sit up, or string a full sentence together—but he was still confident about one thing. "Mouth still works," he growled. "Get up here."
She didn't need to be told twice. He knew that blowing him turned her on, and he could feel the evidence of that in how hot and wet she felt as she shimmied into position, knees on either side of his head. He blinked up at her, admiring the angle of her breasts, her sharp chin, her dark eyes glinting down at him—it really wasn't anywhere close to full daylight yet—and most of all, her sweet cunt, right above him. This was how to start a day.
He rested his hands on Lila's thighs, sliding his fingers around to brush between her legs from behind, and making her shiver. He smirked up at her.
"Challenge accepted."
"Diego, it's not—" She gasped when he lifted his head and pressed his lips to her clit.
Keeping the pressure up, he stroked his hands up to hold her hips more firmly, keeping her balanced and helping her move closer without endangering him, all the while working his mouth over her, licking gently, testing her responses. When she was in the position he wanted, he tilted his chin up so that it pressed against her, and then flexed his jaw, letting her feel him. She was already dripping, and he hummed, pleased, and glanced up as she reached over to support herself against the headboard. She was blinking slowly, like it was a struggle to keep her eyes open—and when he laid his tongue flat against her and wiggled it, she sucked in a breath, eyes slamming shut.
Yeah, that was it.
Carefully, he slipped one hand around between her legs, and stroked two fingers through her, drawing a moan from her. She was so wet for him. He scissored his fingers, sweeping them through her folds, and then pressed them together and slid them into her in one smooth move, feeling the shudder that ran through her.
She felt so good—and, fuck, at this rate, it wasn't going to be long until he was ready to go again.
He was getting distracted, thinking about rolling them both over and sinking into her, that wasn't going to win him any prizes. So he refocused, teasing her with the point of his tongue and making her squirm so much that he had to tighten his hold to keep her from dislocating his jaw. He could feel her clench down on his fingers inside her, fluttering in response to the way he was dancing along her nerves, and he moved to pressing feverish, sucking kisses to her clit and labia, stroking as far inside her as he could reach. The change of technique made her gasp—unlike him, she didn't tend to babble as she fell apart—and this sign that she might be losing her control made him want to touch her all over, so he took a risk and slid his free hand around to squeeze her ass and then trace the curve of it upwards, around her waist, over her stomach, and up to her breasts. She arched when he cupped the one he could reach, pressing into his hand, and he felt her thighs tighten, rocking in sharp little movements against his head.
If he'd been able to speak, he would have been praising and encouraging her almost as much as he had when she sucked his dick—so it was probably good for his sense of dignity, if nothing else, that his mouth was otherwise occupied.
"Oh god," she whimpered. He wasn't even sure what had done it, but he pressed harder against her all the same, trying to wring more words from her. "Fuck, Diego!"
She rolled her hips, and he willed her on, to take what she needed—yes, babe, just like that, get what you want—finding himself humming encouragement against her clit in a way that sent uncontrollable shivers through her body, her movements becoming less coordinated. He closed his eyes and threw himself into it, rocking his head from side to side and riding the way she moved above him, trying to find the places that made her quiver and clench tightly.
He felt her hand curl over his on her breast, and he renewed his attentions there, feeling a responding throb in her cunt, and her thighs start to tremble—probably from both the effort of holding herself up, and how close she was.
"Diego," she groaned, and he tore his mouth away for a second to bite at her inner thigh.
"I got you," he promised, and dove back in, tonguing her hard, although his whole jaw was beginning to ache. He lifted his head from the pillow and cupped both hands around her ass, cradling her towards him like he was eating the juiciest melon.
"Oh!" she gasped, high and breathless. "Oh fuck, Diego, Diego—!"
He kept going as she shook and shivered, not stopping or even slowing down until she slumped down over him with a satisfied moan, and shifted her hips out of reach. He tried to slow her fall when she collapsed sideways—mostly onto the pillows, eyes blissfully closed—and grinned at her as she lay next to him, panting.
"Yeah?" he asked, stroking her hair back from her face.
She hummed, leaning into his hand, eyes still shut, and mumbled something unintelligible. She was going to get chilly, he thought, and hauled her limp form down beside him, tugging the covers up around them both and wrapping her in his arms.
Lila snuggled in tighter, and gave a yawn.
"Five min'," she muttered, plainly halfway back to sleep. "Then I'm gon' fuckyou."
His arousal had revived, but he was content to let it simmer for a while longer. "Uh huh. No rush, babe."
Her hand wobbled defiantly over his chest, sliding down and wrapping abruptly around his dick. Her clumsy strokes kept trailing off as she dozed, before stirring again and continuing, making it was both the worst and cutest handjob of all time, and he captured her hand and brought it to his lips.
"It can wait," he told her, firmly.
"Mm," she agreed.
He watched her as she slept—drooling slightly—on his chest, marveling at the good fortune that had turned his path towards her. Or, technically, the good friend. Tattoos still weren't exactly his thing, despite the three he now had (four, if you counted the one he'd come into her shop to get covered up). He still wasn't entirely comfortable with the process, and he didn't want to get her to dom him through them, every time. And he felt no particular urge to get any more. For all that he loved his tattoos, the best thing he'd gotten from the encounter was his relationship with her.
There was no doubt in his mind that she was it, for him. Honestly, he'd known after about a month, he just hadn't dared to voice the thought, in case it was too much—but six blissful months into it, he was happy to admit out loud that he was head over heels for Lila. If she ever decided to break up with him, he'd probably give up on love for the rest of his life—but luckily she was just as stupid gone for him, and despite accusations from some quarters about unhealthy codependent tendencies, and the million and one things that still combined to make their lives hard, he knew they were happy. He wanted a future with her. He wanted—oh, other things he still wasn't brave enough to admit yet. But he was confident that they'd get there.
In the meanwhile, though, he was content to wait, and—actually come to think of it, he needed to take a piss.
She grumbled when he carefully eased himself out from under her, and seemed to be coming back to wakefulness again. When he came back from the bathroom, she stirred, and blinked sleepily at him as he slid in beside her and gathered her back into his arms. He waited, watching her brain come back online, not sure if she was thinking, or still bleary from a good orgasm—but finally she screwed up her face and buried it in his shoulder.
"You want 'nother tattoo?"
Diego frowned down at her, puzzled and a little amused at where her brain had gone wandering. He considered the question. He was proud of the ones he'd gotten, but… "I think I'm good. I love my tattoos, but it's still not my idea of a fun time. I've proven to myself that I can do it, that was what mattered."
Lila rubbed her face against him, like she was trying to comfort him. "Okay. Yeah," she said. "I get that."
"No need to ask if you want another tattoo," he joked. In the six months he'd known her, she'd added three to her collection: two she'd done herself, and one from a friend who'd done most of the ones she couldn't reach.
"Thinking about another one," she admitted.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
He nudged her, when the silence stretched. Not to be selfish, but he really hoped she wasn't falling asleep again. "Something specific, or just got a yen?"
"Mm. Something in mind. Still thinking about the specifics, though."
When she fell silent again, he shuffled down to see her face a little better. Something was biting her—she wasn't usually this cagy about her tatts, and she never felt the need to talk them out with him first. "Something important?" he asked, gently, stroking back her hair.
"Yeah. I mean…I think so." She finally met his eyes. "I want to get a Diego tattoo."
His heart stuttered. "Me?"
"Yeah. Dumbass," she added, fondly.
"Isn't it supposed to be bad luck or something?" he asked, because it was probably better than just blurting out a proposal or whatever.
"Pfft. Ask me if I care. Anyhow, most of my tattoos are about something important to me. If you got hit by a meteorite tomorrow, I'd still want something to remember you by."
He rolled abruptly on top of her, pressing her into the bed as he kissed her, blindly pulling the sheets out from between them as they went from zero to horny makeout session in nothing flat.
"I'm not getting—mm—your name on my butt or anything," she told him breathlessly, between kisses. "But—something."
"Picture of my dick," he suggested, sliding his hand down her thigh and pushing her legs apart so he could settle between them.
"Don't be crass—oh!"
When she tilted her hips up and licked the roof of his mouth, he shelved his sappy feelings and focused on the complex math problem of how many times they could both come in one lazy morning.
She wanted something to remember him by—well, he could do that. He stretched her out beneath him, sliding his hands along her arms to spread her out fully—and when she caught on, he could feel her smile.
"What d'you think?" he asked. "You up for it?"
In answer, she reached up and grabbed the bedposts, and held still as he slipped the ties—which were always there—around her wrists, tightening them carefully. She'd shown him that she could break out if she truly wanted, but he was gonna make sure that was the last thing on her mind.
"Oh baby," he crooned, as he sat back up, moving back slightly so he could get the full effect. "Fuck, you look gorgeous, all spread out for me like that." He ran his hand down over her breasts, feeling the sharp peak of her nipples against his palm, and then down over her stomach, over her mound, and, flattening his fingers, slid them against her wet folds. She shuddered and bit her lip, eyes closing as she arched up slightly towards him. "Want me to do your ankles too?"
He kept stroking her, and it took her a long few seconds to get it together enough to drag open her eyes and look at him. "Uh…no," she decided. "This is—oh..."
"Yeah, this'll do," he agreed. They rarely used the ankle cuffs, both preferring a little more active participation from their partner. He slid one finger into her, teasing gently—she probably already wanted more than that, but he was gonna drag this out—and felt her clenching around him as he stroked upward, resting his thumb on her clit just a little too loosely to really do much for her.
"Diego," she groaned in frustration.
He removed his hand.
"Dammit, Diego!" Her eyes were wide open and alert now, as she glared at him.
Diego grinned, and sucked his finger into his mouth. "Patience," he told her, loftily.
"Fuck you."
He leaned over her, and she sighed in happy anticipation—but he just reached overhead, to the shelf where she kept all of her toys, his fingers flitting over them. He could feel her squirming frustratedly underneath him, just out of reach, and it took all of his willpower not to just drop down and get to fucking her—but it would all be worthwhile. He considered the blindfold—but he liked the way she glared at him. And the gag was pointless when his aim was to make her scream. He picked up her little vibe, and turned it in his fingers, slowly, where she could see it.
"Diegooooo," she groaned, sounding even more frustrated. "Whatever you're going to do, get on with it!"
He pressed the little button on the end, and the vibe buzzed into life in his hand, making her twitch. He looked down, and watched as her eyes flitted between it and him, hungrily.
Yeah, that would do it.
He shuffled back down so that he was stretched out alongside her, propped his head on his hand, and considered her from this angle—the way her eyes glinted with desire and annoyance, the sweet purse to her lips, the flush on her cheeks, the way her nipples were still sharply pointed, and how she couldn't stop squirming.
He booped her nose with the vibe.
"Oh, fuck you!"
He ran the buzzing device down the bridge of her nose, making her shake her head, waited until she'd resettled, and then ran it quickly across her top lip.
"So where d'you think you'll put this tattoo?" he asked, as conversationally as he could manage when he was practically vibrating with the desire to sink himself into her. He stroked her bottom lip when she just glared at him. "Come on, I'm curious." He trailed it down her throat, and circled one nipple, making her shudder violently.
Oh, he had to taste her.
He leaned forward to suck her nipple into his mouth, and felt her arms jerk reflexively, probably trying to reach for him—she liked to run her fingers through his hair when he was playing with her breasts—and then again when he teased her other nipple with the vibe. He tried switching it off and then pulsing the button at unpredictable intervals, making Lila gasp, high-pitched.
It was a good noise, but not a scream yet.
He sat back, with one last swipe of his tongue, and ran the vibe lazily down between her breasts, tracing a line between each of the tattoos that decorated her ribcage and stomach, the overall techno-floral vine theme of it interspersed with other things that had taken her fancy—the multicolored nebula that ranged from the bottom of her ribcage to the point of her hip, the compass just to the right of her navel—successfully distracting himself a little from his burning desire. He was gonna make this good.
He dipped the vibe into her bellybutton.
"Wrong hole," she pointed out—but there was a shake to her voice, and she hadn't hit the note of mockery for which she was aiming.
"Oops," he said, unrepentantly taking a meandering path over her lower stomach.
Lila groaned, shifting her legs apart and pressing her hips up towards his hand. "Oh come on, Diego…"
"Nu-uh. Not until you beg for it."
She lifted her head to scowl at him. "Okay, well that's not going to happen."
He swirled over her hips, skimming deliberately close to her center, and then backing off—and Lila squirmed. "You think not?"
He clicked it off.
Lila growled.
Palming the vibe for now, he hooked a hand around her knee, gently helping her to part her legs, and then—as a reward for her cooperation—smoothing back up her inner thigh and lightly over her labia, making her jolt. He dragged the wetness he found back down along her thigh, dampening her skin.
"You want this, baby?"
Not waiting for an answer, he pressed the vibe to her clit and pulsed it briefly.
"Oh fuck—!"
Letting it fall silent, he slid the warm metal through her slick folds, teasing her entrance with it.
"Want this?"
He pushed it into her, and pulsed it again, just for a second.
"Oh…fuuuuuck…" Lila yanked at the ties, not enough to free herself, and threw her head back against the pillows. "Diego…"
He moved it slowly in and out of her, too small and inert to give her much satisfaction, and she made a choked, frustrated noise.
"Fuck you...oh god…"
Another buzz to her clit had her whimpering. God, she made the best noises!
"You wanna come, Lila? You just gotta ask nicely, that's all." He worked her slowly with the vibe, occasionally making it buzz—she was so wet, now, that he was in danger of losing hold of it altogether. Back and forth he went, playing with her, winding her up until she was making needy, desperate sounds, her hips moving in time with his hand—but always keeping it just shy of enough.
"Come on…" He was almost begging himself, now. He ground against the mattress, needing some pressure. "Ask nice and I'll let you come."
She whined, deep in her throat. He could see sweat gleaming on her skin, the daylight growing stronger by the minute.
Diego pushed the vibe in as deep as it would go—which wasn't far—and pulsed it briefly, making her whole body jolt, heels scrabbling for purchase so that she could push up towards it.
"Please, baby…"
Lila lifted her head, and fixed him with a commanding stare. "Fuck me, Diego. Now."
It was unmistakably an order.
Without hesitation, he tossed the vibe aside and climbed over her, settling between her legs when she wrapped them around him to pull him close. He cupped her face with one hand and kissed her desperately, needing the connection, the sensation of their bodies sinking together, no space in between. With the ease of much practice, and plenty of lubrication, he found the right spot and then thrust his hips forward, sliding into her in one smooth move.
And then he had to break the kiss and bury his face in the pillow next to her cheek, to keep from coming too soon. Fuck, she felt perfect.
"Diego. Diego, move," she ordered, urgently—and he was working his hips before he even registered the words, shifting up onto his elbows so that he could go hard, the way they both needed. All his teasing was forgotten.
Her eyes were wide, and her face serious as she watched him. She gave one more futile jerk of her arms, still trying to reach for him—so he leaned down to kiss and bite at the junction of her neck and shoulder in the spot that always made her writhe.
"Oh fuck, fuck—" she gasped, trailing off into panting, wordless moans of encouragement, eyes closed. Her hips tilted further, changing the angle slightly, deliciously.
It was almost too much for him. He wedged one arm underneath her waist and another beneath her shoulders, pulling her impossibly closer, and they moved in unison, focused on the end goal now. He sucked a lovebite into her neck, wanting to devour her, fuck her, give her everything she wanted…When she moaned, he could feel the vibration against his lips.
"Come on, baby, come on," he urged, not even sure what he was saying, deliriously happy with the sound that was growing in her throat, like she couldn't contain herself, it just felt too good. "Yeah, that's right, come on…"
Nonsensical syllables fell from her lips as she got closer and closer, and he could feel her thrashing against her bonds. He slid one hand down to her ass—and she gasped, and cried out as she came hard.
It was more of a shout than a scream—but who was counting?
His own orgasm was—well, not an afterthought, it was pretty awesome—but after a few seconds of total overload, blind and deaf to the world around him, he shook it off and opened his eyes, eager to see how beautifully fucked out she looked. And she was glorious: head thrown back, hair messy and eyes shut tight, skin flushed and shining, sprawling limply with her hands still tied…she looked totally, blissfully done.
He rolled to the side carefully, and watched her for a while as her breathing slackened, and she came slowly back to life. She made an abortive movement with one hand, and he brushed the hair back from her face before leaning over to carefully undo the knots. As he settled back beside her, she hummed, lips curling into a smile as she snuggled towards him.
"Hey," he said, softly.
Lila hummed again. "Mmm."
That seemed to be the extent of her response, and Diego gave a low chuckle, delighted. He shuffled down slightly so he could kiss her swollen lips, her rosy cheeks. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. "Good?" he asked.
"Mmm." She fell silent, and he wondered if she was going to fall asleep. "Don't be smug."
Diego pressed his grin into her hair. "I can't help it," he protested. "You're cute when I've blown your mind."
She grumbled wordlessly. "You didn't…there was no blowing!"
"I can't believe you're trying to argue right now."
"I can't believe you're a dick."
"Weak," he judged, and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her in close. Lila subsided and quit trying to pick a fight she was in no condition to win. He kissed her hair, and closed his eyes. "We could get matching ones," he said, the thought coming from out of nowhere, and surprising him with how right it felt.
Lila huffed against his skin. "Weren't you the one being superstitious, before?"
"Nah, fuck that," he said, comfortably. "I'm not worried."
She was silent, but he could feel her smile in the kiss she pressed to his collar bone. "You'd be okay with getting another one?"
"I mean, if I had a good reason, sure. That's a good reason."
"Mm. I'll think about it," she said.
She wasn't promising anything, but that was okay. He had a good feeling about this one.