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Propped up on elbows sinking into the plush comforter, legs already spread, Caitlyn watches Vi fiddle with the buckles of the harness with dark, lidded eyes. She blows a piece of hair from her face, bites at her flushed lips. “Looks good on you, handsome.”
“Can’t believe you haven’t used this before,” Vi breathes and thumbs over the curved, fat tip, watching the runes carved into the side light up under her touch and she shivers. Looks up at Caitlyn with a wide, victorious grin that makes her shiver as she steps to the side of the bed. “Oh. Yeah, I can work with this.”
Caitlyn hooks her foot around Vi’s thigh, drawing her in. “I have used it before,” she pouts and cranes her neck to try and capture her lips as Vi looms over her, “many times. Just never received. Now get down here and fuck me already before I do it myself.”
“Eager,” Vi chides fondly and tilts her chin up further with two fingers to kiss Caitlyn, moaning when Caitlyn parts her lips obediently for Vi to lick into her mouth. “Mm. Move up the bed for me, baby. Get comfortable. You’re gonna be there a while.”
Caitlyn’s scooting back with a breathless yes, bringing one knee up to show off the shine of her inner thighs. She’s dripping already just from Vi’s mouth and the sight of Vi putting on her strap, and Vi hums as she strokes the toy base to tip, eyes never leaving Caitlyn’s open legs and the hand on her stomach, gazing down her naked body.
“Please, Vi,” she says softly and her hand wanders to where her inner thigh creases. She trembles, breath hitching as she swirls a single finger through the mess she’s made before bringing it up and wrapping her lips around it. It comes away stringing with spit and Vi can’t even think. “Come here.”
Vi’s immediately climbing to cover Caitlyn’s body with her own, pressing their fronts together and Caitlyn winds her arms around her shoulders, gasping as Vi traces her jawline with her mouth and cups one heavy, perfect breast. She bows her chest into Vi when she thumbs over one brown, pebbled nipple and dips her head to follow it with her mouth, feeling Caitlyn jerk as her knees snap closed. Releasing her breast with a wet pop! she tightens her grip on Caitlyn’s trim waist—thumbs almost touching—to pull her into the cradle of her hips, motion rutting the toy against her.
Caitlyn giggles breathlessly at Vi’s loud groan, rolling her hips again, crossed ankles digging into Vi’s lower back. She tugs at Vi’s hair, turning her head to offer up her neck and Vi takes it, licking and nipping, to Caitlyn’s delight. Vi kneads at her neglected breast as she mouths over Caitlyn’s throat. With every pass the head of the toy catches at Caitlyn’s clit and she’s making little needy noises as she tries to match it.
She’s never been able to deny Caitlyn anything and slips her free hand down between them to press two fingers to her clit, rubbing circles as Cait quakes, little Vi Vi Vi’s slipping from her lips. She dips lower, slipping them in just enough to feel Caitlyn clench before drawing away. Caitlyn whimpers.
“Patience,” she murmurs, kisses the front of her throat. Caitlyn’s blunt nails scrape down her shoulders. “Let me warm you up. Get you ready for me.”
“I’m more than ready, Vi,” she huffs and in one smooth motion, tilts her hips up to catch the next pass of the dildo at her entrance and uses her legs wound around Vi’s waist to sink down on it. They both choke at the feeling—Caitlyn wet and tight, Vi firm and heavy, and Vi jolts forward automatically, chasing the feeling, planting her hand in the sheets alongside Caitlyn’s head to keep from falling as Caitlyn sighs in pleasure.
“Vi,” she exhales, eyes fluttering, “oh, Violet. Please. I need—”
“Tell me what you need, pretty girl.”
“You!” Caitlyn whines when Vi shifts, spreading her legs from where she kneels between Caitlyn’s and brings her bent one up over her shoulder to kiss at her ankle joint, up her calf, over the flex of her thighs. The stretch of the toy just barely hooked inside her makes Caitlyn keen, Vi chuckling as she tries to take more.
She clicks her tongue. “Try again.”
Caitlyn fixes her with a needy, frustrated look. “Just you.” Vi turns to kiss at the heel of her palm where she cups her neck. Caitlyn softens. “You, Vi.”
“Okay,” Vi says and leans down to kiss Caitlyn, suddenly so soft and chaste it makes Caitlyn’s head spin, a stark difference to the way she’s dripping down onto the blanket around the toy trapped between their bodies, their breasts pushed together.
Caitlyn slides her hand into Vi’s, threading their fingers together and nodding as Vi anchors her weight onto it again. “Please, Vi,” she repeats and Vi bumps their foreheads together before rolling her hips forward.
She arches up immediately, gasping, as Vi slides into her, inch by glorious inch, drawing out every few seconds to push back in, eyes fixed on Caitlyn’s face, drinking in her every sound and expression. Caitlyn grasps at her tattooed shoulders and Vi moans when her nails bite into her skin and she jerks so violently at the stinging pain that she bottoms out in Caitlyn in one, smooth push.
They both shudder, Cait’s head falling back with a long, low sigh, eyes sliding closed. “O-oh. Violet.”
Panting, Vi noses against her cheek, trying her damn hardest not to move even as Caitlyn rhythmically clenches down around her as she adjusts, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing down her spine. She squeezes Caitlyn’s hand, kisses the tip of Caitlyn’s nose when bright, hazy blue eyes crack open.
“God, Cait, you feel so good.”
Caitlyn purposefully tightens around her with a small smile, then, and Vi grits her teeth, rutting against Caitlyn in a move that makes them both groan as the smooth, leather harness presses to Caitlyn’s clit and the pressure of it all grinds at Vi’s in unison. Caitlyn giggles a little at the tortured noise Vi makes. “You feel amazing just like this,” she says, breathy, wondrously, “my good boy. So big. A perfect fit.”
Vi keens, head knocking against her collarbone. She’s panting now with the force of holding still as Caitlyn scrapes her nail across her nape. “C-Cait. Can I….please, I want—”
“Fuck me,” Caitlyn murmurs into the shell of her ear as she widens her knees around Vi’s waist and Vi immediately pulls out and slams back in, setting a bruising pace as their skin slaps together wetly, thrusting and bumping and rubbing, that Caitlyn can do nothing but cling to her and remind herself how to breathe.
It’s delicious, Vi moving above and in her as her mouth works in tandem. She laps at the bruises she leaves mottled across Caitlyn’s neck, down to her shoulders, back up to behind her ear, hand not in Caitlyn’s leaving flames in its wake as she gropes at Caitlyn’s breasts, the curve of her waist, palm flat over the expanse of her stomach and curled around her bicep. Caitlyn surrenders to feeling and nothing more, just Violet.
When Vi leans in, the burn of Caitlyn’s leg stretched over her shoulder making Caitlyn arch completely up off the sheets with a cry, Vi squeezes at her hip and splays a hand at Caitlyn’s lower back to keep her up. Somehow, the change in angle allows her to push closer, deeper into Caitlyn and Vi’s lifting her other leg to join the first on her other shoulder.
“Vi!” She squeaks as she’s tugged down the bed, long hair spread out like a halo, sticking to her face and Vi kisses the back of her hand before gently guiding it up above her head with a raised eyebrow as she slows the slightest bit.
It’s a question, wordless, and Caitlyn swallows thickly as she nods, a little too fast but definitely appreciated by Vi’s grin and resulting moan as Caitlyn raises the other for Vi to take by the wrist, too, pinning them to the bed with the weight of her body.
She’s so secure, so held, as Vi resumes thrusting, bearing down, and Caitlyn can feel herself fast approaching that delicious, delightful end. She rolls her body into the movement of Vi’s as much as she can in such a position, open mouth seeking Vi’s and humming when Vi meets her halfway. She curls her tongue into Vi’s mouth, swallowing her loud, obscene noises; half-bitten off Cait’s mixing with lovely, kiss-and-sex-drunk yes and good' s.
“Watch,” Vi growls and Caitlyn nods, a little desperate, before looking down at their bodies.
"Yes."
Caitlyn could cum from that alone, Vi ordering her as she manhandles her like this but then Vi ruts up on the next thrust like she’s showing off, the curved head of the toy rubbing against her front walls, blue glow of the toy disappearing entirely as Vi’s stomach flexes. It’s nasty, it’s erotic, it’s heady. Caitlyn wails, blabbering praises that makes Vi pant and tremble above her.
Vi moans—Caitlyn’s always so quiet and reserved in bed so Vi’s taken to teasing noises out of her in every way she can find, swallowing them down like air, reveling in every single one like a battle won. Like an opening of floodgates, suddenly Caitlyn’s bucking and getting louder with every damn second as Vi fucks into her relentlessly, speeding up impossibly more, overtaking even the sound of their damp skin clapping.
“Fuck, Cait,” she grinds out, “you’re so—”
Caitlyn whimpers then and it goes straight to Vi’s head, blood running hot and heavy in her ears, roaring through her veins and with the hand not pinning Caitlyn’s wrists above her head, she wraps it around her throat, watching unblinkingly as Caitlyn stares back.
She arches up into her hand. “Violet,” she mumbles, hips twitching wildly. Her entire body undulates against Vi’s. “Violet. Please, squeeze. S-such a good boy, so good for me, right there— yes! Squeeze.”
Vi does, barely anything and Caitlyn’s eye flashes dangerously. She tugs at Vi’s hold on her wrists, mouth twisting. “Vi—” She growls, before it’s lost to a yelp as Vi’s thumb presses down on her windpipe and she cuts off with a half-sigh, half-yelp as she cums, eye rolling back into her head.
Vi bends to kiss her cheek as she continues fucking Caitlyn slow and deep through her orgasm, groaning at the feeling of her fluttering around her, and Caitlyn whines. “V-Vi.”
“Caitlyn,” she husks against the shell of her ear, breath tickling, and Caitlyn sighs again, clenches down as hard as she can, sore and full.
“Cum for me, Vi. Please.”
She doesn’t need to be told twice. With a loud, hoarse cry, Vi presses until her hips meet the back of Caitlyn’s thighs and nips at the corner of her mouth and Caitlyn blossoms as Vi quakes violently once, twice, three times before she sags forward into Caitlyn’s waiting arms as her legs slide off Vi’s shoulders.
Sweaty bodies pressed together, all they do is pant against one another for a few minutes, Caitlyn clenching weakly every few minutes around Vi as she's still buried to the hilt inside her. She feels so full, so good, surrounded by Vi, that Caitlyn just hums and traces the inked lines over her back as she whispers it against the side of Vi's face. Vi shivers as she comes down, both from Caitlyn's words and the buzz of trusted, earned power.
Caitlyn trusts her to hold her like this, fuck her like this, and Vi trusts in Caitlyn and herself to do it. To wield this kind of power, control.
She cushions her cheek against Caitlyn's breast as her breath evens out, peppers kisses down her sternum as her mind clears, still blurry around the edges and soft with sex as her skin buzzes but sharpening. Caitlyn hums, scraping her nails lightly against her scalp. "Mm. There you are, love."
"Hi," Vi rasps and leans on one elbow to kiss her proper. The movement jostles the toy inside Caitlyn and her eyebrows knit for a moment as Vi whispers sorry and reaches down to guide it out with a slick sound, kicking her way out of the harness and dropping it over the side of the bed. She'll clean it later. She noses at Caitlyn's neck, rubbing a warm hand down her legs, massaging the soreness from her limbs as they melt into each other again. "How're you feeling?"
Caitlyn turns her head. "Mm. Good." In the late afternoon sun filtering through their gauzy curtains, she's a vision, skin like marble that's been lovingly carved to perfection, from her long legs to the jagged scar that slices from the inside of her eyebrow, through her cloudy, unseeing eye, to just above her cheekbone. Vi traces it and Caitlyn gently takes her wrist to kiss the pad of her thumb. "You always make me feel good, Vi."
Later, Vi will guide Caitlyn's head between her thighs, tell her clean up the mess you've made and Caitlyn will, pressing her fingers inside her, licking them when she's done to crawl back up and kiss Vi's taste from her lips. Vi will lay her in the sheets and worship her, hear Caitlyn chant her name and countless other wonderful things, hands familiar and mouth even more so.
But for now Caitlyn holds her, and Vi holds her back, and it's perfect.