Barney and Robin and Cupcakes and Frosting... Very Adult!
After checking out the bakery opening, Barney and Robin return to Robin's place with some frosting, and attempt to keep a still-at-home Ted from overhearing their little game... click for the [adult! ye be warned] smexxy (with a little sweetness).
Oh, and there is one very tragic, very expensive casualty.
Barney doesn't know why, but he seems to be on the edge of giggles the whole way back to Robin's. She's not helping him by making him laugh every five seconds. And she keeps doing that thing in the cab, poking him in the ribs, her eyes sparkling with humour as she whispers dirty comments about some of the customers in Victoria's store.
He almost chokes when she insists that Victoria's assistant is a part-time gimp. He guesses the suger-overload has made him high.
They burst through the door into her apartment and he makes shh-ing noises at her because Ted's nowhere to be seen. He's probably in his bedroom? Grins at Robin. "Where's Ted?" he says in a comically-loud whisper.
*--*--*
She laughs and looks around the apartment conspiratorially, setting the box of brownies from Victoria on the table. "Ted?" she whispers loudly, peeking into the kitchen.
"Why are you whispering?" Barney says, eyes following her with a half-smile.
She thinks for a moment and giggles. She's feeling silly and ridiculous and good. Happy. "Because it's fun," she grins, still whispering.
He shakes his head with a grin and walks toward Ted's room. "Ted?"
Robin follows him and grabs his arm. "No, shhh." He looks back at her, questioning. "It's more fun this way," she says. "Not knowing if he's overhearing...?" She raises her eyebrows, quirks up the corner of her mouth.
*--*--*
He chuckles. "Always knew you liked to get caught, Scherbatsky!" And he winks as he pushes her up against Ted's door and kisses her silently. "What do you think?" He asks, whispering in her ear. "Doing it up against Ted's door. too risky?" He grins.
*--*--*
She laughs out loud and catches herself, lowering her voice. He has her arms trapped up against the door, and she pushes back at him slightly, enjoying the way he won't let her move. "As appealing as that may sound in theory..." she leans forward and licks below his ear, catching him off guard and using the moment to push him back. "Too risky." She can't resist falling back against the door, letting him press a leg between hers.
*--*--*
He wants to say how much he loves her in that moment, but he's glad for once that he can't speak out loud. He runs one hand quickly down her side, over her sweater, the tips of his fingers tracing the swell of her breast as he pulls her away from the door. "Ahhh, so you wanna do it on the couch?" He mouths, winking, pulling her back. "Bathroom?"
*--*--*
She snorts with laughter, covering her mouth to suppress the sound, and looks at him to see if he's serious. He's grinning, waiting for her answer. "I--"
From behind them, in Ted's room, there's a muffled banging sound. Her eyes widening, she jumps and lurches forward, bumping into his chest and almost tripping over him, letting him catch her at the hip.
"No," she squeaks, grabbing his hand and moving away from Ted's door. "There's something I want to show you in my room."
*--*--*
Smirks as she drags him into her bedroom, hoping that "showing him something" includes her boobs. The move into the bedroom, the door closing behind them just as Ted's door opens. Barney covers his mouth to muffle his giggles, a thrill going through him at the thought of doing something really depraved within Ted's earshot. He looks at Robin and sees the same spark in her eyes and he raises an eyebrow and mouths "So?"
*--*--*
Smiling, she presses her ear against the door, trying to figure out whether Ted's still out there, then straightens and looks at Barney, placing a finger to her lips in the "sshh" gesture. She steps toward him and takes a breath. In the past twenty four hours, he's initiated all but one kiss. But this is less intense, this is sneaky and fun what the agreement is all about, so she kisses him hard, with a playful bite, sliding a hand down his chest.
God, he has a nice chest.
Then she reaches down and pulls her sweater over her head, letting it break their kiss as it passes, and captures his mouth again. "Making up for yesterday," she whispers into his mouth, and presses her chest into his.
*--*--*
He can't help but grin, even as her lips meet his a second time - because he likes her like this, taking the lead, enjoys the playfulness as she wriggles her body against him. His hands slide around her waist, pulling her closer, his tongue battling with hers as they make out, both knowing that Ted's walking around only a few feet away from them. Lets her go just long enough to loosen his tie and pull it through his collar, rapidly unbuttoning his shirt with nimble fingers, shrugging it off his shoulders. His skin feels warm and supple pressed against his.
*--*--*
She runs her hands over his chest, then his shoulders, up his neck and down again, trying to touch all of him. He's soft and firm and smells faintly of cologne and the cupcake that Sam had squished into his neck at the bakery. She wraps her arms around his shoulders, breaking the kiss, and licks at a tiny spot of frosting he'd missed on his neck, letting the taste of sugar and his skin melt on her tongue, warm. "Mmmm," she hums quietly, and reaches back to unhook her bra.
*--*--*
He smirks as she takes off her bra, taking the opportunity to retrieve a small tube of pink frosting from his back pocket, twirling it in his fingers. "Look what I found?" He breathes in to her ear, giving the lobe a quick lick. "Okay, maybe I stole it…"
His hand sweeps across her ribcage so that he can cup her breast, his thumb running gently over her nipple, just teasing it.
*--*--*
She sucks air in through her teeth at his touch, turning her face into his neck and pushing her breast harder into his hand, letting him tease her. He strokes across her, firing off her sensors, and it's only a moment before both nipples are standing pink and erect and she's whimpering into his ear.
Reaching down, she snatches the tube of frosting from his other hand. "Did you pay for this?" she says sternly, narrowing her eyes at him and shaking her head as if very disappointed in him. "Or do you always just take what you want?" Before he can answer, she kicks off her shoes and pushes him back toward the bed until he's sitting far back enough for her to straddle his lap.
*--*--*
His hands reach for her hips, steadying her, his dick twitching erect as she shifts against his groin. He can feel the heat between her head, radiating, warming him, teasing him. "I always take it…" he growls, soft and low, suddenly serious. He wants throw her down, roll on top of her, but the way she's jiggling, her breasts bouncing as she moves her hips… it's kinda hypnotic.
*--*--*
She hides a smile. He's so easy. A pair of boobs and he's a goner. She can feel his erection straining against his pants, so she eases slightly back and distracts him by kissing him again, quietly removing the lid from the tube of frosting, tossing it aside and squeezing the pink confection onto her fingers. She pushes his hands away, swirls her fingers over her nipples, and leans in. She whispers into his ear, a challenge. "So come and get it."
*--*--*
He grabs her, one arm around her rib cage, the other under her ass, so that he can push her back, almost unbalancing her but holding her precariously over the edge of the bed. He bends his head, attacking first one breast with lips, tongue, and then quickly turning his attention to the other, until she's twitching in his arms. The sugar so, so sweet, smeared across his lips and his chin as he stiffens his tongue, flicking it lightly over her over-sensitised nipple.
*--*--*
Dear god, he should do this for a living, she thinks, biting back the cry bubbling up in her throat, clutching at his hair. His tongue glides over her with expert licks, smearing the frosting with the feather-light scrape of melting sugar, and her breaths are coming in such quick gasps she's certain that Ted can hear every inhale and exhale. Then he sucks her lazily into her mouth, and her eyes roll back and Ted is forgotten. She falls forward slightly, dropping her hands, not remembering until it's too late that she's still holding the small tube. She presses her hand hard against his leg and suddenly his pocket is smeared with pink frosting.
Robin gasps and pulls back from his tongue, her mouth dropping open, unsure whether to laugh or be horrified that she's just ruined his perfect suit. His eyes glance down and then dart back up to hers. She swears she hears the TV come on in the living room, and instinctively presses her hand over his mouth.
*--*--*
What the f-?
His eyebrows shoot up, outraged, as he feels something pulse against his leg and realises, too late, that she's just shot the contents of the tube of frosting over his pants. She tries to gag him with her hand but he narrows his eyes, lifting her body and turning them both until she's falling onto the bed on her back, legs still wrapped around his waist, him leaning over her.
He tries to stay angry, knowing that she's probably wrecked a ten-thousand dollar suit in one second, but he looks down at her, bare breasts still red, swollen and glistening, and he thinks… "Worth it…"
But he leans forward, his weight pressing between her legs, and he hisses into her ear, "You're gonna pay for that, Scherbatsky…"
*--*--*
She feels a slight thrill pulse through her at the edge in his voice, the aggressive way he's taking charge, and she helps him pull her jeans and underwear off, kicking slightly to shove them over the edge of the bed. He catches her knee mid-kick and pushes it aside, letting his eyes lick slowly over her nakedness, finally drifting up to look sternly at her. She tries not to look at his frosted pants, but she can't help it. She turns her head and tries to muffle a giggle in the bedspread, and he's on her instantly, growling and shushing into her mouth. She reaches down and slides her fingers over the frosting, then drags them along his chest, teasing him.
*--*--*
He grabs her wrists pushing them firmly but gently above her head and holding them there. "Do I have to tie you up?" he asks, half jokingly, but when her eyes widen, pupils dilating, his dick jerks in response. He gropes blindly for his tie, grabbing it with a quiet grunt before looping the smooth silk around her wrists and fastens it into a loose knot. Trailing kisses down her arms, he moves down and down and down until his head is between her thighs.
*--*--*
The second his tongue touches her clit, she jerks violently and has to stop herself from clamping her thighs around him, trapping him there. Her hands trapped in his tie, she arches and shakes at the sweet torture of his mouth on her. A dark sensation ripples through her every nerve, his tongue giving all the attention he'd given her breasts, and she can't stop herself. She lets out a cry that seems to echo off every surface, then bites her lip and tries to shush herself, but she can't. She wants him. God, she wants him so bad it hurts. She can't stop the moans from escaping her throat.
*--*--*
He freezes, sure that Ted must have heard them. He pulls away, even as her hips jerk spasmodically beneath him, and scowls at her. Mouths "Do I need to gag you, hussy?" Then grins, bending to whisper, "You want me to, don't you?"
Casts an eye around her bedroom and notices a gossamer-light scarf on the floor. Snatches it up, stretching it in both hands with a mock-threatening look, as if to say - "Are you gonna stay quiet or do I have to do this?"
*--*--*
Breathing hard, she widens her eyes at his suggestion and wants to laugh. But she's too tensed up to do anything but clench her teeth and shake her head, begging him instead with her eyes. "Mmmph. Can be quiet. Barney..." she mouths, squirming under him as he crawls back on the bed. "Now." He smirks at her, raising his eyebrows, and she tries to kick at him in frustration, her hands still caught up behind her head. "Now," she breathes, louder this time, though still barely audible. "Want you in me now." The tiniest whimper escapes her throat. "Can be quiet."
*--*--*
He chuckles silently and he unhooks his belt, slowly, casually, removing his pants like he's got all the time in the world. Can see the frustration roll over her in waves, the way her eyes flash with anger and her cheeks burn. Rolls on a condom, raising an eyebrow, letting the underside of his penis brush her belly as he does so, before moving between her legs.
"I'll make you a little bet, Robin," He breathes into her ear. "I bet you won't be able to stay quiet…"
He grabs her thigh, pushing himself inside her, slowly, agonisingly slowly, watching her face, her eyes, loving how desperate she is for this.
*--*--*
She groans inwardly as he pushes inside her, loving how he fills her, hating him for torturing her like this. Damn, he really is a smug-- her thoughts are interrupted when he's entered her completely, inch by inch, leaning down to bite her ear again, and he moves just slightly. He barely has to move a centimeter for her to feel his cock pulsating deep inside her, and she can't take his stillness anymore. She thrusts upwards against him, wrapping her legs high around his waist, tugging him. He hits that spot, that spot that makes her jerk back, roll her head on the pillow, swallow a cry in her throat. "Can stay quiet," she moans, sucking air in and out like it's the only thing keeping her from drowning in him. "Please."
*--*--*
He grunts, not a sound exactly, but a shift in his breathing as her hips slam upwards, forcing him deeper inside her. He struggles for control, realising that she's not the only one who's desperate. So he gets hold of her hips, steadies her and begins to thrust, hard, insistently, grabbing at her ass so that every movement brings them closer, deeper, harder… soon he's gritting his teeth and pounding into her, hearing the squeak accompanying each intake of breath as she fights to stop herself crying out.
*--*--*
Her last truly conscious thought is that calling him pounding inside her "heaven" would be cliché, but she can't think of a better word before a more primal instinct takes over and she's just rocking against him, trying not to scream. His hand is moving from her hips down to her thigh, and she wraps legs tighter around him, squeezes herself around him, and lets her orgasm crash down around her. "N-- now," she gasps, grimacing. He thrusts and she jerks upward, her mouth finding his, breathing her cry into his mouth.
*--*--*
His features twist and his hand grips her ass - vice like - as he ejaculates with a jolt deep inside her, the shockwave rolling back through his core as he gasps into her mouth. Seconds pass with them locked in that position before he reaches up, shakily unpicking the knotted tie around her wrists and freeing her, opening his eyes to find himself looking directly into hers - wide and blue and peaceful. Smiles fondly before grinning. "I guess you win," he whispers. "Although using my mouth as a gag is probably cheating…"
*--*--*
She smiles slowly, finally letting out a breath, half-laughter, half-sigh. "I told you, I always cheat." She pulls her wrists down, grabbing the tie with both hands, closing her eyes for a moment as she recovers.
He starts to pull out of her, and she quickly stops him, not ready to feel the emptiness quite yet, looping the tie around his neck and pulling him back. "Wait... just a second," she breathes, sliding her legs slowly down his hips. They look at each other for a second, and she examines his face, the quirked smile, the tiny crinkles at his eyes, the sweat at his hairline. Then she tugs the tie playfully and lets go with one hand, so it falls away. "Mmmkay," she says, grinning at him.
*--*--*
He smiles, and moves forward fractionally, his lips only a hair's breadth away from hers but he stays there for a moment, almost as if he's going to kiss her, but then pulls back with a cheeky grin, his penis slipping out of her, breaking the spell.
Knots the condom and throws it in the trash, searching for his ruined pants. Sits on the edge of the bed, looking at them forlornly.
*--*--*
She rolls over and reaches for the T-shirt she has stashed next to the bed and pulls it on, then crawls up behind him. Sitting on her knees, she looks over his shoulder at the pants. "Well... you can always give them to charity," she says, biting her lip. He turns to look back at her. "I mean... if they can't be saved." She pats his shoulder and grins. "Look, we never said this was a perfect plan. Sacrifices have to be made. For the greater good."
He looks unconvinced. She leans down and picks up the now-empty frosting tube from the floor, holding it up to show him, and tosses it in the trash. "Okay. No more frosting. I promise."
Seriously, I blame idioticonion...
-
Oh, and there is one very tragic, very expensive casualty.
Barney doesn't know why, but he seems to be on the edge of giggles the whole way back to Robin's. She's not helping him by making him laugh every five seconds. And she keeps doing that thing in the cab, poking him in the ribs, her eyes sparkling with humour as she whispers dirty comments about some of the customers in Victoria's store.
He almost chokes when she insists that Victoria's assistant is a part-time gimp. He guesses the suger-overload has made him high.
They burst through the door into her apartment and he makes shh-ing noises at her because Ted's nowhere to be seen. He's probably in his bedroom? Grins at Robin. "Where's Ted?" he says in a comically-loud whisper.
*--*--*
She laughs and looks around the apartment conspiratorially, setting the box of brownies from Victoria on the table. "Ted?" she whispers loudly, peeking into the kitchen.
"Why are you whispering?" Barney says, eyes following her with a half-smile.
She thinks for a moment and giggles. She's feeling silly and ridiculous and good. Happy. "Because it's fun," she grins, still whispering.
He shakes his head with a grin and walks toward Ted's room. "Ted?"
Robin follows him and grabs his arm. "No, shhh." He looks back at her, questioning. "It's more fun this way," she says. "Not knowing if he's overhearing...?" She raises her eyebrows, quirks up the corner of her mouth.
*--*--*
He chuckles. "Always knew you liked to get caught, Scherbatsky!" And he winks as he pushes her up against Ted's door and kisses her silently. "What do you think?" He asks, whispering in her ear. "Doing it up against Ted's door. too risky?" He grins.
*--*--*
She laughs out loud and catches herself, lowering her voice. He has her arms trapped up against the door, and she pushes back at him slightly, enjoying the way he won't let her move. "As appealing as that may sound in theory..." she leans forward and licks below his ear, catching him off guard and using the moment to push him back. "Too risky." She can't resist falling back against the door, letting him press a leg between hers.
*--*--*
He wants to say how much he loves her in that moment, but he's glad for once that he can't speak out loud. He runs one hand quickly down her side, over her sweater, the tips of his fingers tracing the swell of her breast as he pulls her away from the door. "Ahhh, so you wanna do it on the couch?" He mouths, winking, pulling her back. "Bathroom?"
*--*--*
She snorts with laughter, covering her mouth to suppress the sound, and looks at him to see if he's serious. He's grinning, waiting for her answer. "I--"
From behind them, in Ted's room, there's a muffled banging sound. Her eyes widening, she jumps and lurches forward, bumping into his chest and almost tripping over him, letting him catch her at the hip.
"No," she squeaks, grabbing his hand and moving away from Ted's door. "There's something I want to show you in my room."
*--*--*
Smirks as she drags him into her bedroom, hoping that "showing him something" includes her boobs. The move into the bedroom, the door closing behind them just as Ted's door opens. Barney covers his mouth to muffle his giggles, a thrill going through him at the thought of doing something really depraved within Ted's earshot. He looks at Robin and sees the same spark in her eyes and he raises an eyebrow and mouths "So?"
*--*--*
Smiling, she presses her ear against the door, trying to figure out whether Ted's still out there, then straightens and looks at Barney, placing a finger to her lips in the "sshh" gesture. She steps toward him and takes a breath. In the past twenty four hours, he's initiated all but one kiss. But this is less intense, this is sneaky and fun what the agreement is all about, so she kisses him hard, with a playful bite, sliding a hand down his chest.
God, he has a nice chest.
Then she reaches down and pulls her sweater over her head, letting it break their kiss as it passes, and captures his mouth again. "Making up for yesterday," she whispers into his mouth, and presses her chest into his.
*--*--*
He can't help but grin, even as her lips meet his a second time - because he likes her like this, taking the lead, enjoys the playfulness as she wriggles her body against him. His hands slide around her waist, pulling her closer, his tongue battling with hers as they make out, both knowing that Ted's walking around only a few feet away from them. Lets her go just long enough to loosen his tie and pull it through his collar, rapidly unbuttoning his shirt with nimble fingers, shrugging it off his shoulders. His skin feels warm and supple pressed against his.
*--*--*
She runs her hands over his chest, then his shoulders, up his neck and down again, trying to touch all of him. He's soft and firm and smells faintly of cologne and the cupcake that Sam had squished into his neck at the bakery. She wraps her arms around his shoulders, breaking the kiss, and licks at a tiny spot of frosting he'd missed on his neck, letting the taste of sugar and his skin melt on her tongue, warm. "Mmmm," she hums quietly, and reaches back to unhook her bra.
*--*--*
He smirks as she takes off her bra, taking the opportunity to retrieve a small tube of pink frosting from his back pocket, twirling it in his fingers. "Look what I found?" He breathes in to her ear, giving the lobe a quick lick. "Okay, maybe I stole it…"
His hand sweeps across her ribcage so that he can cup her breast, his thumb running gently over her nipple, just teasing it.
*--*--*
She sucks air in through her teeth at his touch, turning her face into his neck and pushing her breast harder into his hand, letting him tease her. He strokes across her, firing off her sensors, and it's only a moment before both nipples are standing pink and erect and she's whimpering into his ear.
Reaching down, she snatches the tube of frosting from his other hand. "Did you pay for this?" she says sternly, narrowing her eyes at him and shaking her head as if very disappointed in him. "Or do you always just take what you want?" Before he can answer, she kicks off her shoes and pushes him back toward the bed until he's sitting far back enough for her to straddle his lap.
*--*--*
His hands reach for her hips, steadying her, his dick twitching erect as she shifts against his groin. He can feel the heat between her head, radiating, warming him, teasing him. "I always take it…" he growls, soft and low, suddenly serious. He wants throw her down, roll on top of her, but the way she's jiggling, her breasts bouncing as she moves her hips… it's kinda hypnotic.
*--*--*
She hides a smile. He's so easy. A pair of boobs and he's a goner. She can feel his erection straining against his pants, so she eases slightly back and distracts him by kissing him again, quietly removing the lid from the tube of frosting, tossing it aside and squeezing the pink confection onto her fingers. She pushes his hands away, swirls her fingers over her nipples, and leans in. She whispers into his ear, a challenge. "So come and get it."
*--*--*
He grabs her, one arm around her rib cage, the other under her ass, so that he can push her back, almost unbalancing her but holding her precariously over the edge of the bed. He bends his head, attacking first one breast with lips, tongue, and then quickly turning his attention to the other, until she's twitching in his arms. The sugar so, so sweet, smeared across his lips and his chin as he stiffens his tongue, flicking it lightly over her over-sensitised nipple.
*--*--*
Dear god, he should do this for a living, she thinks, biting back the cry bubbling up in her throat, clutching at his hair. His tongue glides over her with expert licks, smearing the frosting with the feather-light scrape of melting sugar, and her breaths are coming in such quick gasps she's certain that Ted can hear every inhale and exhale. Then he sucks her lazily into her mouth, and her eyes roll back and Ted is forgotten. She falls forward slightly, dropping her hands, not remembering until it's too late that she's still holding the small tube. She presses her hand hard against his leg and suddenly his pocket is smeared with pink frosting.
Robin gasps and pulls back from his tongue, her mouth dropping open, unsure whether to laugh or be horrified that she's just ruined his perfect suit. His eyes glance down and then dart back up to hers. She swears she hears the TV come on in the living room, and instinctively presses her hand over his mouth.
*--*--*
What the f-?
His eyebrows shoot up, outraged, as he feels something pulse against his leg and realises, too late, that she's just shot the contents of the tube of frosting over his pants. She tries to gag him with her hand but he narrows his eyes, lifting her body and turning them both until she's falling onto the bed on her back, legs still wrapped around his waist, him leaning over her.
He tries to stay angry, knowing that she's probably wrecked a ten-thousand dollar suit in one second, but he looks down at her, bare breasts still red, swollen and glistening, and he thinks… "Worth it…"
But he leans forward, his weight pressing between her legs, and he hisses into her ear, "You're gonna pay for that, Scherbatsky…"
*--*--*
She feels a slight thrill pulse through her at the edge in his voice, the aggressive way he's taking charge, and she helps him pull her jeans and underwear off, kicking slightly to shove them over the edge of the bed. He catches her knee mid-kick and pushes it aside, letting his eyes lick slowly over her nakedness, finally drifting up to look sternly at her. She tries not to look at his frosted pants, but she can't help it. She turns her head and tries to muffle a giggle in the bedspread, and he's on her instantly, growling and shushing into her mouth. She reaches down and slides her fingers over the frosting, then drags them along his chest, teasing him.
*--*--*
He grabs her wrists pushing them firmly but gently above her head and holding them there. "Do I have to tie you up?" he asks, half jokingly, but when her eyes widen, pupils dilating, his dick jerks in response. He gropes blindly for his tie, grabbing it with a quiet grunt before looping the smooth silk around her wrists and fastens it into a loose knot. Trailing kisses down her arms, he moves down and down and down until his head is between her thighs.
*--*--*
The second his tongue touches her clit, she jerks violently and has to stop herself from clamping her thighs around him, trapping him there. Her hands trapped in his tie, she arches and shakes at the sweet torture of his mouth on her. A dark sensation ripples through her every nerve, his tongue giving all the attention he'd given her breasts, and she can't stop herself. She lets out a cry that seems to echo off every surface, then bites her lip and tries to shush herself, but she can't. She wants him. God, she wants him so bad it hurts. She can't stop the moans from escaping her throat.
*--*--*
He freezes, sure that Ted must have heard them. He pulls away, even as her hips jerk spasmodically beneath him, and scowls at her. Mouths "Do I need to gag you, hussy?" Then grins, bending to whisper, "You want me to, don't you?"
Casts an eye around her bedroom and notices a gossamer-light scarf on the floor. Snatches it up, stretching it in both hands with a mock-threatening look, as if to say - "Are you gonna stay quiet or do I have to do this?"
*--*--*
Breathing hard, she widens her eyes at his suggestion and wants to laugh. But she's too tensed up to do anything but clench her teeth and shake her head, begging him instead with her eyes. "Mmmph. Can be quiet. Barney..." she mouths, squirming under him as he crawls back on the bed. "Now." He smirks at her, raising his eyebrows, and she tries to kick at him in frustration, her hands still caught up behind her head. "Now," she breathes, louder this time, though still barely audible. "Want you in me now." The tiniest whimper escapes her throat. "Can be quiet."
*--*--*
He chuckles silently and he unhooks his belt, slowly, casually, removing his pants like he's got all the time in the world. Can see the frustration roll over her in waves, the way her eyes flash with anger and her cheeks burn. Rolls on a condom, raising an eyebrow, letting the underside of his penis brush her belly as he does so, before moving between her legs.
"I'll make you a little bet, Robin," He breathes into her ear. "I bet you won't be able to stay quiet…"
He grabs her thigh, pushing himself inside her, slowly, agonisingly slowly, watching her face, her eyes, loving how desperate she is for this.
*--*--*
She groans inwardly as he pushes inside her, loving how he fills her, hating him for torturing her like this. Damn, he really is a smug-- her thoughts are interrupted when he's entered her completely, inch by inch, leaning down to bite her ear again, and he moves just slightly. He barely has to move a centimeter for her to feel his cock pulsating deep inside her, and she can't take his stillness anymore. She thrusts upwards against him, wrapping her legs high around his waist, tugging him. He hits that spot, that spot that makes her jerk back, roll her head on the pillow, swallow a cry in her throat. "Can stay quiet," she moans, sucking air in and out like it's the only thing keeping her from drowning in him. "Please."
*--*--*
He grunts, not a sound exactly, but a shift in his breathing as her hips slam upwards, forcing him deeper inside her. He struggles for control, realising that she's not the only one who's desperate. So he gets hold of her hips, steadies her and begins to thrust, hard, insistently, grabbing at her ass so that every movement brings them closer, deeper, harder… soon he's gritting his teeth and pounding into her, hearing the squeak accompanying each intake of breath as she fights to stop herself crying out.
*--*--*
Her last truly conscious thought is that calling him pounding inside her "heaven" would be cliché, but she can't think of a better word before a more primal instinct takes over and she's just rocking against him, trying not to scream. His hand is moving from her hips down to her thigh, and she wraps legs tighter around him, squeezes herself around him, and lets her orgasm crash down around her. "N-- now," she gasps, grimacing. He thrusts and she jerks upward, her mouth finding his, breathing her cry into his mouth.
*--*--*
His features twist and his hand grips her ass - vice like - as he ejaculates with a jolt deep inside her, the shockwave rolling back through his core as he gasps into her mouth. Seconds pass with them locked in that position before he reaches up, shakily unpicking the knotted tie around her wrists and freeing her, opening his eyes to find himself looking directly into hers - wide and blue and peaceful. Smiles fondly before grinning. "I guess you win," he whispers. "Although using my mouth as a gag is probably cheating…"
*--*--*
She smiles slowly, finally letting out a breath, half-laughter, half-sigh. "I told you, I always cheat." She pulls her wrists down, grabbing the tie with both hands, closing her eyes for a moment as she recovers.
He starts to pull out of her, and she quickly stops him, not ready to feel the emptiness quite yet, looping the tie around his neck and pulling him back. "Wait... just a second," she breathes, sliding her legs slowly down his hips. They look at each other for a second, and she examines his face, the quirked smile, the tiny crinkles at his eyes, the sweat at his hairline. Then she tugs the tie playfully and lets go with one hand, so it falls away. "Mmmkay," she says, grinning at him.
*--*--*
He smiles, and moves forward fractionally, his lips only a hair's breadth away from hers but he stays there for a moment, almost as if he's going to kiss her, but then pulls back with a cheeky grin, his penis slipping out of her, breaking the spell.
Knots the condom and throws it in the trash, searching for his ruined pants. Sits on the edge of the bed, looking at them forlornly.
*--*--*
She rolls over and reaches for the T-shirt she has stashed next to the bed and pulls it on, then crawls up behind him. Sitting on her knees, she looks over his shoulder at the pants. "Well... you can always give them to charity," she says, biting her lip. He turns to look back at her. "I mean... if they can't be saved." She pats his shoulder and grins. "Look, we never said this was a perfect plan. Sacrifices have to be made. For the greater good."
He looks unconvinced. She leans down and picks up the now-empty frosting tube from the floor, holding it up to show him, and tosses it in the trash. "Okay. No more frosting. I promise."
Seriously, I blame idioticonion...
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