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Amadeus sends her a simple text. “You up?” It's stupid because he knows fully well that she is up. It's not quite as early (or late depending on which way you look at the clock) in New Amazonia as it is in Seoul. He asks anyway because it's the standard horny question that he knows she will respond to. Simply “hey” often gets ignored (isn't necessarily horny) and “what're you wearing ;)” will get her mad at him because maybe she's around someone. Maybe she's moved on… “You up?” is the perfect amount of plausible deniability that they're both safe.
“yes”
Amadeus stops himself from sending an “i miss you” because that'll give her the ick. Emotions give her the ick. And it sucks because Amadeus is a very emotional person. He should just get to the point. Ask to come over. That’s the end goal. When all this first started he let her make the first move, thinking that eventually she would just want to be with him, but that went on for ages with no hope. So he started initiating. Only as often as she does that way she doesn't feel like he just wants to use her for sex, but often enough that she knew she wasn't just using him.
“i want you” Horny enough that feelings aren't in it (they are though).
“come have me then”
Amadeus set up his teleporter and appears in Delphyne's bedroom. She's still curled under her covers, her hand around her phone. She looks up at him. She doesn't smile. It's business as usual. Amadeus takes his shirt off and his shorts and climbs into bed with her.
Amadeus stops himself from asking how she's been. “Hey,” he says, pulling the covers back and slipping in next to her.
“You look good,” Delphyne says. She draws her hands along his chest. “You've been working out.”
“Figure why just have the mind when I could have the body too,” Amadeus says. He puts his hands between her thighs. She's already wet. He wonders if she was thinking of him before he texted.
“Fuck, right there,” Delphyne moans.
“I guess since you’re not keeping quiet I can make you scream,” Amadeus says.
Delphyne thrust in his hand, grinding her hips into Amadeus. Her eyes are shut. She’s always found it hard to look at him, especially now, especially in his eyes.
“Or do you want to make me scream?” Amadeus asks, his lips brush her cheek, and her eyes fly open and she tackles him onto his back. He laughs as she spreads his legs and grinds against him. His cock teases at her entrance. So close, but not what either of them want now.
“Can you get it?” Amadeus asks.
Delphyne stretches and runs her fingers up and down his chest. His skin tingles. “What makes you think you’ve been good enough for that?” she asks.
“Were you thinking about me before I texted?” Amadeus asks. His hands back between her legs.
“You’re not the sole fixation of my sexual fantasies,” Delphyne says.
“But I’m the most convenient,” Amadeus says, brightly.
He slides his fingers in her opening. Her breath shakes as two of his fingers pet inside her. She rocks her hips with him, letting herself go. She forgets in their time apart how well he knows her: what she likes, her tells, and thankfully how much he needs to dial himself back so that she isn’t scared away.
“Am I being good enough yet?” Amadeus asks.
“Almost,” Delphyne says.
He takes his hand away and licks his lips. “How ever can I make it up to you?” he asks with heavy lids. He licks his fingers, tasting her and smiling his stupid cocky smile.
Delphyne gives into him. She climbs him until her cunt is level with his face. He kisses her there. Then he sucks against her, feasting on her like she’s the best meal he’s ever tasted and he’s starving. His tongue teases her clit, and she digs her hips into him to make him give her more. He sucks on her clit in response, which was what she needed. She grabs the headboard above him and grinds against his face. He’s enthusiastic, always has been. She likes when he eats her out. He’s quiet, no feelings to complicate things, just pure pleasure from him taking her to the edge then over it.
Delphyne hunches over as her orgasm hits her. Her cunt flexes and she cries out. She feels her peak down to her toes. Amadeus knows her tells so well; he does not keep fucking her. This orgasm is too intense and she is almost painfully sensitive. He gently strokes her thigh as he waits for her to come down.
When Delphyne finally comes down from her high she reaches into her nightstand and retrieves a harness and her cock. She tosses Amadeus lube and stands to put the harness on. He lubes up his fingers and starts to prepare himself for her all the while watching her as she fastens buckles and tightens straps. Her cock is a silicon thing, as green as Delphyne is and ridged with fake scales. It’s three millimeters shorter than six inches and girthy. And it’s every Amadeus needs.
Amadeus whines as he prepares himself, going just a bit too fast in his hurry to get her inside him. He says he’s ready before he’s really ready because he wants the burn. Delphyne takes the lube from him and coats her cock with it. She tells him to get on his hands and knees, and he does. He is almost disappointed. He wants to watch her fuck him, but if she can’t look him in the eye then he doesn’t want to make her.
Amadeus hisses as she enters him. The stretch is nice. He backs up into her, and she places her hand on his hip. She’s slow at first, probably to piss Amadeus off. He begs for more, begs for it harder. When she gives it to him he only gets louder. She does make him scream. She reaches around his waist, almost an embrace, and jacks him off until he comes. He breathes heavily as she pulls out and wipes her hand on her sheets. She’s quiet as she takes her harness off and drops it on the bed. Amadeus doesn’t wait for her to ask him to leave. He stands and grabs his clothing off the floor and puts it back on. When he’s dressed, Delphyne is back under the covers looking at her phone.
“I’ll see you later,” Amadeus says before teleporting home. He takes a shower to relax himself before bed and climbs under his sheets feeling empty.