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[6/14 - After Work]
I'll be honest, after spending so much of my life in a pretty constant Monday thru Friday state of mind, working at Semele's took some getting used to. As long as I've been working there now though, it's pretty much second nature and I don't even blink an eye at Tuesdays being my current Mondays. Especially since they still tend to be pretty slow for the most part.
Not always though.
It's been a long night of order after order after order and, while I love keeping busy and I love that some people actually show up the bar now specifically for my pies, my feet are hurting something awful by the time I make it back to the apartment.
For a minute, I consider just going straight to my own and falling right into bed, but I haven't seen Jack nearly all day and, maybe it's pathetic, but I miss him. So, instead I check quickly on Elvis, make sure his box is all scooped and he has plenty of food and water. He mewls at me pitfully and I do feel a stab of guilt before I leave him with Monsieur Nug for the evening.
There's no need to knock at this point seeing as I have a key and I let myself in quietly just in case he's sleeping.
I'm not too surprised to find the TV on, stuck on some sorta history channel with the volume turned down low and the sight of Jack curled up on the end of the couch is nearly enough to make me pull out my phone to take a quick picture.
He's never been the hardest sleeper though and I see him stir a little as I quietly slip out of my shoes and tiptoe closer.
"Hey, handsome," I murmur, reaching out to brush my finger along the back of his hand where it's dangling off the arm of the couch. "Didn't mean to wake you. You want me to get ya all tucked in for the night?"
Not always though.
It's been a long night of order after order after order and, while I love keeping busy and I love that some people actually show up the bar now specifically for my pies, my feet are hurting something awful by the time I make it back to the apartment.
For a minute, I consider just going straight to my own and falling right into bed, but I haven't seen Jack nearly all day and, maybe it's pathetic, but I miss him. So, instead I check quickly on Elvis, make sure his box is all scooped and he has plenty of food and water. He mewls at me pitfully and I do feel a stab of guilt before I leave him with Monsieur Nug for the evening.
There's no need to knock at this point seeing as I have a key and I let myself in quietly just in case he's sleeping.
I'm not too surprised to find the TV on, stuck on some sorta history channel with the volume turned down low and the sight of Jack curled up on the end of the couch is nearly enough to make me pull out my phone to take a quick picture.
He's never been the hardest sleeper though and I see him stir a little as I quietly slip out of my shoes and tiptoe closer.
"Hey, handsome," I murmur, reaching out to brush my finger along the back of his hand where it's dangling off the arm of the couch. "Didn't mean to wake you. You want me to get ya all tucked in for the night?"
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Grinning a little, I duck my head, my hands sliding down his chest to play with the bottom hem of his shirt. "You tryin' to distract me now? 'Cause I'll be honest, it's--" My breath definitely catches when I feel his thumb brush over one nipple, my shirt all caught up on his wrists. "It's workin', mister."
Carefully, I shift a little closer so that my knees are pressing up against the cushion behind him and I'm... no longer on his this. "Or maybe this is more of a preliminary celebration?" I ask, giving him my biggest, innocent eyes as I fight a smile. I creep my fingers under his shirt to tease at the waistband of his night pants. "Would you like to make a request?"
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"Mm, more like the latter, if I had to pick," I tell him, accent thick as he pushes in closer against me. Pulling off his shirt comes next, and I toss it aside and lean back so that I can get a better look at him. Bits always blushes, and it never fails to turn me on. I'm not sure what that says about me, but I don't question it. My fingers go to the side of his neck and follow that blush down to his chest, past his dusky nipples and to the tight, compact muscles in his stomach.
"It sounds like you already have a request in mind," I say, humming and tilting my hips up a little as his clever fingers sneak into my pants. "What is it, Bits?"
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I don't think I've ever wanted anything more.
"You're the reason for the celebration though," I point out, breath hitching again when he tilts his hips upward just a little and I feel him against me. "You should get to choose." He's already at least half-hard and I'm nearly there myself. I can't stop myself from touching him, tracing along the inside of his waistband, relishing every cut of muscle and pausing right at the trail of hair below his belly-button. "But I might put in a small request all the same," I confess, hiding a smirk as I look down between us to work at the tie of Jack's pants, tugging it free.
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"I choose to do whatever it is that you want to do," I tell him, looking a bit smug as I thumb at his hipbones. "So out with it, mon chou."
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"Well, in that case," I tell him, cocking my head and grinning at him while trying not to squirm under his touch, the brush of his fingers just a little ticklish, "I think I, uh. I think I want to suck you. If you'd be okay with that."
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His hands are warm on my bare back and I duck a little to brush my lips to his as I curl my hands over his hips, the jut of bone fitting perfectly into my palms. "Have, uh. Have you thought much about... about other things? I mean, I don't know how much you did with Kent and I'm honestly okay with never knowing, but I've. I've thought about stuff."
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"We, uh-- we never had sex," I tell him, because it feels important that he know that. "I never wanted to do that with him. But, uh. I've thought about it with you, yeah. I want everything with you. As much as you're willing to give me."
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Swallowing, I nod a little, letting one hand skim lower again, right on into his pants, fingers grazing the hard length of him all tucked inside. "I'm not... I don't know if I'm ready for all of that just yet. Not because I don't want to, believe you me, but I'm just... nervous still, I guess? A little. But maybe we could try something new tonight. If you want to?"
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"No, that's fine. That's a lot," I assure him, pulling him in for a kiss. "We can do whatever you want. Whenever you're ready, Bits."
The last thing that I ever want to do is rush him into anything, and I'm not even sure that I'm ready for that either. I feel like-- it's like all I want is what he wants. Nothing more, nothing less.
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I still can hardly believe I'm allowed this, that I can just touch him almost anytime I want, that I get to hear him make those sounds, that I get to cause them.
Sliding my hand up his length, I brush my thumb over the tip, our faces still pressed close so I can breathe with him. "What I really want is to get you out of these pants," I confess, feeling my cheeks warm a little at being so bold. "Goodness, you feel good."
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"For you, that can easily be arranged," I assure him, gasping at the touch as I wriggle out of the rest of my clothes. Soon enough I'm naked underneath him, helpless as his fingers tease along my cock. My hands go to his hips, sliding down into his open shorts so I can grip his ass and pull him close enough to kiss. "Your turn, mon chou."
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Biting my lip, I lean in close with a soft sound I can only hope comes off as coy.
"Oh, is this you askin' for something now?" I say, but I don't argue at all, instead lifting up and balancing one knee for a second so he can drag them down along with my underwear, then repeating with the other before I can settle back into his lap. It feels a lot more intimate then, all that skin on skin and I can't help shivering a little as I press in closer, wrapping my hand around him once more. "This still okay?"
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The way that Bits looks at me sometimes is like a drug in and of itself, but it's a good one. A healthy craving, but one that I'm addicted to all the same. His eyes are like molasses and they drag across me just as slow.
I watch him as he undresses, eyes lingering on the golden curls framing his pink cock, and I sigh as he sits on my lap again. My hands go back to his ass, and this time I really grab a good handful of each cheek and give a good squeeze.
"Yeah, it's good," I breathe out, humming as he drags his fist along my cock. "Feels good. God, your ass is perfect."
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His hands honestly feel huge on me and it's already so hard not to want to just grind against him. After his news though, I really do want to give him some sorta congratulations though so I try to concentrate on stroking him. We've done at least this much a bunch of times now and while I'm definitely still no expert, I'd like to think I've gotten better than that first time. I at least have an idea of what he likes and I lean in closer, my hand bumping my own dick lightly as I tug him from root to tip and back down again, my lips brushing his jaw, grinning a little, "Nice to know all those squats have been payin' off."
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"You've always had a great ass," I breathe out, rocking my hips up as he jerks me off. I slide my hands down between his legs and then back up, and my fingers dip into the cleft of his ass. One of them drags across his hole and I flush all over, but I move my hands back safely outward. We haven't discussed anything like that yet, and I don't want to take liberties. Just that one little accidental touch made me feel so needy, but I push it to the side and I concentrate on his hand on my cock, and how fucking good it feels.
"I want to suck you later," I murmur, turning to press a kiss to his cheek and nudge his nose with mine. "You gonna let me, Bits?"
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His broad hands smooth down the backs of my thighs and then up again, one finger slipping inward to drag right over my hole and it's impossible to mask the way I shiver. My grip on him falters a little and I definitely feel a weird swoop of both relief and disappointment when his hands return to where they were.
"Oh goodness," I breathe, laughing a little as I turn into his nudge, my lips hovering just over his as I give his cock a light squeeze, my thumb passing over the tip to spread the bead of pre-come that leaks free. "Swear I'll let you do anything you want to me." It doesn't feel like a lie even if we're both still taking things slow. I trust him to only go so far as we're both comfortable. "Will you let me though? I promise I can make it good."
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He falters a little and I worry that maybe I went too far, even if it was an accident, but I'm relieved when that doesn't seem to be the case. His words make me shiver and I slide my tongue out to flick across his lips, whimpering a bit as he squeezes me. "Are you kidding, Bits? There isn't a world where I'd ever say no to that."
I pull him close and tip my head back, kissing the point of his chin and skimming my lips across his jaw. "I guess it's just a matter of what we do first. C'mon, Bitty. Tell me what you want to do."
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He ducks down a second later though, his lips brushing along my jaw and I tip my head to give him better access as I let out a sigh. There's no ignoring that tone in his voice, honestly, this perfect mix of captainly and flirtatious, and I hesitate only for a few seconds before saying anything. "I think, uhm. I think I'd like to feel your fingers," I breathe, ignoring the way I can feel my face just heat right up.
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I open my mouth against Bits' neck, dragging my tongue along his skin. I swear he tastes like sugar sometimes, like sweet apples and the pies he's always making. Moaning softly, I suck a little at his skin. My eyes fall shut, but pop open against at his words. They make my dick twitch in his hand and I pull back to look at him, eyes carefully wide.
"Are you sure?" I ask quietly, squeezing his ass in my palm and watching him closely. He's pink all over, and my own cheeks heat up just at the thought. The thought of being inside of him in some small way, in making him feel good in a way that's brand new, practically has me panting. "We could do that, Bits. Um-- here? Or in bed?"
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I feel him go a little tense after my admission, a little bit of anxiety tightening in my gut, but his cock jerks in my hand so I suppose I can take it as a good sign. He's all wide-eyed and his hands grip me tighter, pulling me close. He looks about as nervous as I feel, but eager too. "Oh, I uh-- I hadn't thought that far ahead," I admit with a quiet, awkward sort of laugh. Is it... I mean, we probably need stuff, right? So maybe... maybe the bedroom?"
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"Yeah, let's do that," I say, all breathless and eager. Fitting my hands under his ass, I stand up and bring him with me, holding him against me as I walk towards the bedroom. I like that Bits is so masculine, with his wide shoulders and defined muscles, but he's still small enough that I can carry him like this. He's just the best of everything.
We make it into the bedroom and I kick the door shut, keeping the dogs out, and then carry him over to the bed. Once he's all laid out on the blankets, I step back to look him over. He's so beautiful, skin flushed pink, and I let out a breath like I've been punched. "God, I wish I had my camera right now."
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It isn't the first time he's just picked me right up, but naked as we are, it feels a lot more... something. Intimate, I guess. It's easy as anything to wind my legs around his middle and hold on, his hands tucked under my butt as he carries me into the other room. I hide my face in the curve of his neck, taking a light bite as I tried to hold back my giggles, pulling back only when I hear the sound of the door closing behind us.
Seconds later and I'm stretched out on the bed, staring up at him as he stares right back at me. There's this look in Jack's eyes like I'm the best thing he's ever seen and, I'll admit it, it's going straight to my head. And other places. I can feel myself flush all over again when he mentions his camera and I push up onto my elbows before reaching out to him with one hand.
"Later," I promise him, biting my lip as I curl my fingers with his and tug. "For now, get your gorgeous Canadian bottom into this bed with me. I really, really want to feel you, Jack."
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"What part of you do you want to feel, mon chou?" I ask lowly, sliding my hands up his inner thighs to slowly push them apart. My fingers glide over his skin, over the juncture of his hip and thigh. "My mouth? Or my fingers?"
I lean down to press a kiss to his hip, dragging my tongue through the groove of it. "Mm, or maybe both."
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All my wondering evaporates at the feel his hands smoothing up my thighs, my breath catching as he spreads me wide. It's alarmingly intimate and I feel a jolt of heat all through me, my dick jerking between my thighs.
"Oh," I breathe when he ducks down to slide his tongue along the line of my pelvis. "I think-- I think definitely both." It almost feels like and admission and I reach down with one hand to curl my fingers through his hair, wanting so desperately to see those gorgeous blue eyes of his on mine. "Though this might be over real quick if you use your mouth right at the start."
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