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Butch would've been pissed off if he hadn't been drunk and eye-level with a spectacular pair of naked tits. As it was, all he could do was muster up a token amount of righteous indignation. "That's bullshit," he replied. "Jesus, El, you're such a fucking bitch. You're the one who took your top off and started hitting on me, remember - don't start playing hard to get."
"Y'know, I like you a hell of a lot more when you're not talking," El said. She stared at him for a moment, then sighed. Butch had no idea what was going on inside that crazy Bitch Queen Harpy Devil-Woman brain of hers, because she then leaned closer again, and grabbed one of his hands, placing it against her left breast.
Without thinking, he squeezed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger - a little too hard, out of spite. El seemed to like it, though. She made a quiet sound of pleasure, and reciprocated by reaching down and running her hand over his crotch. It was just a simple thing, but Butch was already so horny that it made him grit his teeth.
"Wait a minute, you just said that you weren't..." he began.
El smirked. "Yeah, but I want to see what your stupid o-face looks like."
Oh, that was low. Butch tried to be angry, he really did, but... nope, he just couldn't give a fuck. El kept stroking his cock through his clothes, and reality just went sort of fuzzy for a while. It occurred to him that he should at least unzip his pants, but whenever he looked down, El's breasts were in the way. Good god. For all those years, she'd been hiding those tits under a crappy standard-issue Vault-Tec jumpsuit. It was a fucking travesty. Damn the Overseer for ignoring his proposal for a Vault 101 wet t-shirt competition. He absently wondered if he could bribe El into letting him titty-fuck her, and then his mind began to wander: he imagined the way that her breasts would bounce as she straddled his hips or lay on her back as he held her legs apart and slammed his dick into her and oh Jesus the noises she'd make and then...
Back in the real world, El bowed her head and nibbled his ear.
"Oh, sonofabitch," Butch said, and came in his pants.
El glanced down. He expected her to giggle, but she didn't. "Huh," she said, and was gracious enough to get off his lap, allowing him to stand if he wanted.
Butch stayed put for a moment. He didn't trust his legs to work properly just yet. He tried to collect his thoughts, and scraped what was left of his dignity together. Great - he now felt as if someone had dumped a spoonful of warm molasses down his pants. He looked El squarely in the eyes, as he was now able to raise his gaze above her titties, and said, "If you tell anyone about this..."
"Relax, Butch," El replied. "It's pretty normal." She seemed fairly steady on her own feet, although there was still a gleam of boozy magnanimity in her eyes as she gazed at him. "You said you wanted a handjob, so..."
Maybe, but it would've been nice if he'd had the chance to get his dick out first. "Bullshit," he muttered. "You're trying not to laugh."
El grinned and went about putting her bra back on. "Aw, hell, Butch, it ain't - uh, isn't - anything that I haven't seen before. On the bright side, it saved me from getting sticky fingers. Seriously, don't worry about it. Go change your underwear."
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