puckandpie | [6/14 - After Work]

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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?"

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For a second, all I really want to do is kiss him. The slide of his tongue along my bottom lip is heady and I find myself just leaning into him, still holding his dick tight in one hand, the other curled around his side for leverage. I'm already so, so hard, but I'm not really in any rush to go anywhere with it. I just want to keep feeling like this for awhile longer.

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.

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?"

Jack licks and mouths at my neck and it's I can't believe how good it feels. I'd never even realized how sensitive my skin is there until him; I swear he could reduce me to a puddle just by kissing my neck for awhile.

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?"

"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."

"Oh-- Jack!"

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."

"Really?" I ask, brow lifting at that intriguing promise of later. But then Bits reaches out for me and I can't help but to let myself be pulled in towards the bed. I stop and open the bedside drawer to pull out the small tube of lube that I use to jerk off, cheeks flushing a bit as I rest it on the bed.

"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."

Grinning still, I watch Jack pull out a tube of lube from his nightstand and I can't help but wonder how often he's used that before, if he's ever thought of me while slicking himself up. If he thinks about me even half as much as I've thought about him.

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."

"Well, we don't want that," I say with a chuckle, pressing a kiss just below his navel. After fully climbing onto the bed, I grab the lube and sit between his splayed thighs. "I want to take my time with you."

Sliding forward, I spread my thighs and sit back on my haunches before hooking my hands under Bittle's knees and tugging him forward so that his thighs rest over my own. This keeps his legs spread and hips tilted up. The view his position gives me is nothing short of incredible. I can see his tiny pink hole and I lightly slide my thumb across it, watching as he clenches up even tighter. "Fuck, Bits. I can't even imagine my fingers fitting in there."

He's so smooth about everything, kneeling between my legs and easily pulling me closer so my thighs are draped over his hips tilted upward and... goodness, just-- just on display. I can feel my face go instantly warm, but I know it's a mix of embarrassment and nerves and excitement.

My entire body goes tight when he brushes his thumb between my cheeks, jolting a little. No one's ever touched me there before. No one but me, of course, and I haven't even done it all that much.

Swallowing tightly, I stare up at him, stomach twisting. "It-- I mean, they will, right? Everything I've read and... and seen says it just takes some time." Though, I have to admit, I have some concerns about him fitting in other ways. Jack's dick is incredible, long and thick, and I genuinely have no idea how it might ever fit inside me. Not that I'm ready for that anyway, but I'd like... I think, eventually I'd like that. Assuming he won't rip me in two.

"Yeah, Bits. They will. I'll go really slow," I assure him, pulling my hand away to open the lube. I coat two of my fingers and toss the tube aside, resting my clean hand on his thigh as I lean over him. "If you want to stop, just tell me, okay?"

I watch his face as I press the slick pad of my middle finger to the tight ring of muscle. All I do at first is rub it, moving my finger in slow circles over his hole to get him used to the sensation. "How's that feel, mon chou? Good?"

It's so, so easy to trust Jack, easy to relax a little even as I watch him spread lube over his fingers, knowing exactly where they're about to be. He leans forward, staring down at me as he presses one slick, and cold, finger right up against me. I go tense again, just for a second, but he doesn't push, just rubs gently, circling, and I lift a hand to his shoulder, sliding it on up to the side of his neck like I'm trying to hold on.

Goodness, sometimes I'm not sure he's made of anything but muscle.

"It's-- Yeah," I breathe, something inside me relaxing the longer he touches me there. Sucking in another breath, I nod, and tilt my hips up a little, encouraging. It's still hard not to be anxious, but the excitement is starting to outweigh the nerves. I'm two seconds away from having Jack's finger inside me and those two seconds feel too far away now.

"Good," I breathe out, watching him closely and humming in approval as he touches me. It seems like the longer I touch him, the more his hole relaxes until it seems to draw the tip of my finger in. I press just the tip in slowly, groaning as he stretches around me. Slowly, ever so slowly, I sink my finger into his body.

No one else has ever done this. Bittle hasn't let anyone inside him like this, but he trusts me with his body, with all of him. I never, ever want to betray that trust.

"You feel so good, Bits. You're doing great," I tell him, leaning down to give him a soft kiss. My finger bottoms out to the knuckle and I leave it there, letting him adjust to the intrusion. I don't want to overwhelm him or make it too much too soon. All I want, literally all I want right now, is for him to feel good.

He goes so, so slowly, just the tip of his finger little by little. It's impossible to miss, of course, but it doesn't hurt. Not like I'd half expected it to. It feels weird if anything, but not at all bad. Especially not when he goes further still, my body just somehow welcoming him, letting him in.

His lips are a breath above mine when he speaks and there's something about this moment, something so, so intimate that I'm just clinging to him, lips shaking against his when he finally presses in for a kiss.

"Can't believe you're touching me," I admit, my voice shaking a little as my muscle flutter a little, clenching around the finger he already has buried inside me. "God, Jack. Used to dream about this, you know, and now here you are." I roll my hips just a little, testing, letting out a groan when something about the angle sends a jolt straight up my spine. "Oh! You can-- you can start to move a little. If you want."

Somehow, a part of me thought that I knew how this would go, how it would feel. I've done this before, and I thought it would be familiar in some way. I was so incredibly wrong. Sure, the mechanics are similar, but that's it. Everything else is entirely new. The intimacy, the sensations, the way Bittle's lips press against mine so desperately. The way he trembles underneath me. Nothing has ever, ever felt like this.

He moves his hips and it's beautiful and obscene, the way his muscles shift below his pale skin. I watch helplessly and nod, slowly dragging my finger out only to push it back in just as deep, setting up a slow rhythm and angling it up just a little, trying to make him let out that noise again. "See? It fits. I will too, someday. If you want me to. We'll just go slow like this, so slow."

He does fit. Easily, even. His fingers slides out and then right back in and it's easy as anything to meet his rhythm, pressing my hips up as he's pushing in. He has that angle again and every slide makes me gasp, both my hands on his shoulders now, clinging as my head falls back.

"I want you to," I confess on a heavy exhale. I would guess he knows that already, given how hard I am from just this, but it doesn't hurt to be clear. I'm not sure I could do it tonight; it still feels like an awfully big step, but I know I want it. I want it with him. Though I'm already having a hard time believing it could feel any better than this. "Lord, Jack, I want you to so badly already. And I promise-- I promise it won't be long, okay? Just-- nervous, but oh! Oh wow, that feels good."

"I know you do, mon chou. I know, and it's okay. I can wait," I assure him sincerely, kissing him again. I want him to focus on this, just this. "I like feeling you like this."

My finger moves in and out as I drag my lips down the side of Bittle's neck, licking and sucking softly. His hard cock brushes against my arm and I groan quietly, wanting to get my mouth on it. I make my way down slowly, kissing along his chest and circling his nipple with my tongue. "Mm, do you want me to add another one?"

Jack's lips are on mine for another second, familiar and comforting, and I can't help but lean up to follow them as he pulls away. He shifts a little, moving lower, and my hips jolt when I feel his arm brush against my dick. It's just a bare touch, but it feels like a tease even if it's purely accidental.

But there's nothing at all accidental about the way he lowers his head to drag his tongue around my right nipple. Biting back a whine, I nod my head in answer before realizing he's not even looking. "God, yes," I manage, a punch of air as I slide one hand into his hair, the other still smoothing over the hard, smooth skin of his upper arm. "Please, Jack. Please, I want... oh my God, I just want so much. I want you to never ever stop touching me."

"I don't plan on ever stopping," I murmur against his skin, grazing my teeth lightly over his nipple before pressing a kiss just below his sternum. Once I slide my finger out this time, I press back in slowly with two. I go just as slow as the first time, giving him time to adjust inch by inch as I press them in slowly. He's tighter around my fingers this time and I pause, waiting for him to relax enough for me to press my second knuckles past that ring of tight, slick muscle.

They sink in as deeply as they can go and I let out a quiet groan as I press wet kisses down the center of his stomach, dragging my tongue along his skin as his fingers twist in my hair.

"Oh! Oh, goodness." Two fingers is definitely more of a stretch than just the one and every muscle in my body goes tight again as he presses in. But Jack stops almost right away, waits as I take a moment to remember how to breathe, my body slowly, slowly relaxing. I know he's probably done this before, at least with a girl, and his experience is showing. Either that or he's just really, naturally good at this.

Lord, I only hope I can be half as skilled at making him feel good.

In moments, he's all the way inside, his hand pressed right up under my balls and his lips brushing my stomach. I shudder a breath as I curl my fingers through his hair. My dick's softened, but only a little, and when he moves his fingers and nudges that spot inside me again, my back arches right up off the mattress and my cock throbs. "Jack. Jack, you're... oh God. It's so good. You feel so good."

I want him to kiss me. I want him to suck me. Right now, right in this moment, I almost want him to fuck me. For real.

"So do you, Bits," I murmur against his stomach. "God, so tight. So hot."

For now, I just leave my fingers pressed deep inside of him even though all I want to do is find the spot that made him arch up like that and press at it until he's squirming. His dick is right there and god, I swear I can smell it. Unable to resist, I drag my tongue up the shaft and pull the head into my mouth, sucking lightly as I turn my heady gaze up to his face. I make sure that he's watching as I slide down lower, taking more and more of him into my mouth as I crook my fingers up slightly.

His breath is warm against my stomach and it nearly tickles, making me shiver and clench down around his fingers. He's barely moving them now and I squirm a little, trying to encourage him, before gasping when I feel his tongue on me, warm lips wrapping around the tip of my dick.

I manage to not shout, clamping my mouth shut in a high-pitched whimper instead as I grab at the sheets beneath me with one hand, the other still threading through his hair.

Lifting my head, I catch his eyes on me along with the absolutely obscene sight of his lips wrapped around me. It's not the first time I've seen it, of course, but it's just as unbelievable as ever. I know what Jack Zimmermann looks like sucking cock. I know what Jack Zimmermann looks like sucking my cock.

Then he does something, shifts just a little, and my head falls back and I arch up off the bed, gasping. "Jack," I breathe, my voice barely a whisper as I feel my toes start to curl. "Oh, Jack. Please. Please, please, please."

Merde, I feel close to coming myself just from how he's reacting to this, from the sounds he makes. He begs me, that one word falling from his lips so desperately, and it's heady. I moan around his cock and start to move my fingers in and out of him, fucking him slowly with the digits.

He has to be close and I want him to come on my tongue. I want to feel his ass clench down around my fingers. It takes a moment, but I force myself to pull off of his cock just enough to get out a few raspy words, lips brushing the flushed red head. "Come on, Bits. I've got you."

With that, I pull him back into my mouth and press my fingers in deep, all of it all at once.

Jack's mouth slips off with an absolutely lewd-sounding pop and I can't help the way I whine at the loss. His fingers are still inside me though, pushing slow and carefuly and so, so, so good. "Please," I whisper again, glancing down at the sound of his voice.

His eyes are so dark, completely full of promise, and half a second later his mouth is on me again, sinking down low.

"Oh my God," I breathe, every muscle in my body drawing tighter. It feels like he's absolutely everywhere, consuming me in the very best way and my hand falls to his shoulder, grasping desperately just as I topple over the edge and start coming right into his mouth. "Oh my God, oh. Oh! Jack!"

I'm so hungry for it, and Bits doesn't disappoint. He floods my mouth with his come and I moan, swallowing as much as I can as I cling to his thigh. Some of it dribbles down onto my chin and I pull off when he starts to soften, taking in a huge gulp of air as I look up at him.

"God, Bits," I pant out, keeping my fingers pressed in deep as I watch his face. "You're amazing. Was that good?"

I have no idea how long I come, his fingers moving just a little inside me, nudging that spot over and over and I swear I'm almost crying by the time he pulls off, cool air brushing my spit-and-come slick cock.

"Oh my God," I breathe, trembling all over with his fingers still pressed up deep inside me. My voice sounds almost pathetic, weak and wrecked as I drop my head back against the pillow. "Jack. Jack, please. Please come here." I give him a weak, half-hearted wave with one hand, reaching for him as well as I'm able. I want his mouth on mine, want to feel him pressed against me, want to at least get my hand on him if nothing else.

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