ON YOUR MOUTH LIKE LIQUOR: A PORN FI(ght)C-ATHON BC IT'S NOT A BATTLE
myself and magisterequitum were very sad that the porn battle wasn't happening this year so we talked about having a mini ficathon focused on well... porn. so that's what we did. BOW CHICKA POW.
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Caine arrived at Jupiter's apartment, greeted at once by the scents of dinner and candles, but found the place apparently empty. Jupiter had left music softly playing in the living room, but she was nowhere in sight. He almost called out to her but thought better of it. He shook his head. He knew what she was doing.
He started down the hall, stopping by a closet. She was clever with the smells and music, but he didn’t need to open the door to know only towels and blankets were inside. He tread lightly into the bedroom next, where a strong cinnamon candle assaulted his nose and blocked out other smells. He glared at the flickering flame and let out a breathy laugh, growing impatient and increasingly hard.
He focused with his ears instead; the room was silent and still, no faint breathing or thumping heart. He moved on.
Lying in her bathtub in a winter jacket and panties, Jupiter exhaled a bursting breath and clasped her hand over her mouth to stop herself from gasping as she shook with suppressed laughter. Had he really passed by the bedroom? Maybe her distractions were too good this time. Maybe she was getting too crazy...the coat was a bit much. She almost felt guilty as her chest heaved and hurt with silent giggles.
Caine made his way to the back room, Jupiter’s study, where she kept a small library, her computer, and telescope. He caught her scent as he came inside and his eyes darted over to the reading nook...where she’d left a pile of her laundry. Again he smirked and shook his head. She’d really gone all out this time. And it had worked.
Back in the shower, Jupiter bounced her knee and sighed. Was he purposefully waiting her out now? She decided to make it easy for him, biting her lip and slipping a hand into her panties, where she enjoyed her own touch for a moment before drawing it out, fingers glistening wet. To her, there was practically no scent at all, but Caine knew the scent of her desire before he’d even come into the same room with her--a bit unfair, she had thought, that she could never surprise him, so she took to hide-and-seek on occasion.
Caine nearly had to steady himself on the office chair when he caught the intoxicating scent of her arousal--something like a bourbon rose, musky sweet, and it instantly had his pulse racing and head spinning. He shut his eyes a moment, a low groan rumbling his throat, aching for her and loving every second of her game. He smirked to think she’d given up so quickly and shed his jacket and shirt as he swiftly turned back for the bedroom.
The air was heavy with cinnamon-coated arousal as he passed through, sickly sweet like Earth candies tended to be, and he pinched the candle’s wick as he passed by, leaving behind a twist of smoke and making for Jupiter’s bathroom. He could hear a muffled chuckle before he threw open the curtain, and she shrieked with laughter when he found her and promptly lifted her up, pinning her against the wall and kissing her neck.
“Well played, your majesty.”
She beamed with pride and kissed him forcefully.
“What is this?” he asked of the winter coat.
“Russian lingerie,” she said. “And I’m burning up in it, hang on.”
He tore the jacket off and she laughed again; his pants and her underwear swiftly followed, and her legs encircled his waist.
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He liked to look her in the eyes as they began. His gaze was always so intense that she lost herself in it as waves of sweet pleasure coursed through her with the motion of his hips.
“I missed you today,” she breathed, and he pressed his lips to hers, and then to her temple, and she cried out as his thrusts came faster.
He eased off, then, and started to turn her around, and she kissed him again before facing the wall. He was swiftly in her again and she sighed, her legs trembling, and Caine’s hand crept around the front to rub her clit as he moved, now at a steady pace.
Being with her in the shower was almost a sensory-deprivation experience for him, as he knew nothing for the moment except Jupiter’s warm touch, the enveloping perfume of her arousal, and her pounding heart.
It wasn’t long before she was moaning in an anguished falsetto with each of his thrusts, and his skilled fingers swiftly sent her over the edge, legs quaking as she cried out with her orgasm. Behind her, Caine let out a low moan and a desperate gasp, on the cusp of his own peak, and she tensed her muscles around him, sending him abruptly to climax. He craned his neck as he rode it out, sighing with his release.
She turned back to him and kissed his chest, leaning against him for a moment in the now humid bathroom. A faint beeping came from down the hall; dinner was ready.
“Right on schedule,” she said.
He chuckled in her ear and kissed her hair. “I missed you today, too.”
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