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alicia lets mikey put his hand down her pants the first time he kisses her. he presses her against the hot metal of the outside of a bus, mostly hidden from view, holds her there with his hips snugged up against hers. he licks a bead of sweat from her neck, breathes open-mouthed on her flushed skin as he slides a hand into the front of her jeans, ignoring the button and the zipper and the far away shouts of the crew. she doesn’t worry what he thinks-she’s too dizzy with the hundred-degree heat, she’s been on tour for a month, and she just wants to fucking get off somewhere that’s not a tiny bunk on a bus by herself. he grunts quietly into her hair when he slips his fingers into her panties, over her clit, down further, finds that she’s already wet. she rocks up onto her toes, steadying herself as she spreads her legs that little bit more in encouragement. he gives her two fingers, unmindful of the awkward angle of his wrist, thrusts them into her a little roughly and pants out a half-laugh into her ear when she nearly sobs out a moan. he presses them in, as far as he can, the heel of his hand rubbing against her clit, and she’s slick and wet and tight around his fingers. she wants more-wants him to fuck her, here, now, she’s shaking for it, doesn’t care who might see, might talk-but she’ll take what she can get, fucking herself on his callused fingers, coming hard and fast, breath hitching and stuttering and fuck. he waits, fingers still between her legs, until she’s finished trembling through the last of it, before pulling them free and sucking them into his mouth, smiling around them.
alicia lets mikey put his hand down her pants the first time he kisses her. he presses her against the hot metal of the outside of a bus, mostly hidden from view, holds her there with his hips snugged up against hers. he licks a bead of sweat from her neck, breathes open-mouthed on her flushed skin as he slides a hand into the front of her jeans, ignoring the button and the zipper and the far away shouts of the crew. she doesn’t worry what he thinks-she’s too dizzy with the hundred-degree heat, she’s been on tour for a month, and she just wants to fucking get off somewhere that’s not a tiny bunk on a bus by herself. he grunts quietly into her hair when he slips his fingers into her panties, over her clit, down further, finds that she’s already wet. she rocks up onto her toes, steadying herself as she spreads her legs that little bit more in encouragement. he gives her two fingers, unmindful of the awkward angle of his wrist, thrusts them into her a little roughly and pants out a half-laugh into her ear when she nearly sobs out a moan. he presses them in, as far as he can, the heel of his hand rubbing against her clit, and she’s slick and wet and tight around his fingers. she wants more-wants him to fuck her, here, now, she’s shaking for it, doesn’t care who might see, might talk-but she’ll take what she can get, fucking herself on his callused fingers, coming hard and fast, breath hitching and stuttering and fuck. he waits, fingers still between her legs, until she’s finished trembling through the last of it, before pulling them free and sucking them into his mouth, smiling around them.