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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“Minako,” he groaned, catching the shell of ear between his teeth. His fingers moved clit, rubbed the aching nub with confident hands. “I can’t-I’m sorry-I want to, but I can’t.”
She knew what she was saying. Kunzite had always been such a considerate lover, but right now there was no time for slowness, or tenderness, or patience. She reached behind her and grasped his erection through the fabric of his trousers, rubbing his cock with a quick twist of her wrist. He hissed out a breath against her shoulder.
“I want you inside me.” She’d never been one to dance around a subject, and there was no point in starting now.
Kunzite groaned again, pulling his hand out from between her legs. Minako shivered as the air moved across her damp thighs and she felt him fighting with his trousers behind her. The hand at her neck moved downward, dived into her corset to palm and cup her breasts. She bit down on a cry as he played with her nipple.
His cock pressed between her thighs he stroked himself, coating himself in her arousal until he was slippery. The hand he placed between her shoulder blades was unnecessary. Minako was already leaning back, giving herself over to him completely, fingers curling at the edge of the railing. He guided himself to her entrance, hissed out her name again, and eased himself inside her.
He was big, and it had been a while. Kunzite’s hand dived back between her legs, rubbing her saturated slit until she relaxed, began to take more of him inside her. It felt so good, a razor-sharp bite of pleasure, just enough pain to make her gasp. And then he snapped his hips forward and was seated fully.
Kunzite bowed over her, panting against her shoulder and Minako took in massive gulps of air. By the time he started move, grinding against her, she was ready for that and more. She reached out and flattened her palm against his hip, urging him to pull and push back in. This time there was no quieting the cry that escaped her lips.
Her breasts threatened to pop free of her corset with each rough thrust, and they probably would have if Kunzite didn’t have a hand on them, but she was mindlessly racing toward the finish line, clasping inner muscles around him, ears filled with his grunts of pleasure. Minako had always been an extremely sexual person, but this was quick even for her. No preliminaries, just having him inside her, and she was more than halfway to orgasm already.
She came when he fastened his teeth to her neck and bit. Her inner muscles fluttered around him before clamping down on. Her head dropped forward, or would have if Kunzite hadn’t pulled his hand free of her bodice and curled it back around her neck, lifting her chin so he could dive his tongue into her mouth. His hips drilled against her, erratic and needy, as she rode out the ripples of her release. By the time he clutched her against him, back to chest, she felt like a wrung out dishtowel.
He released her and Minako leaned forward on her elbows to balance herself. Kunzite’s silky hair brushed against her shoulder, his forehead pressing into her sweat-slick skin. A shudder rolled down her spine, pooling where he was still buried inside her.
“Minako.” His voice was hoarse.
“I’d rather not talk right now,” she muttered.
“Alright.” He eased himself out of her and Minako felt empty without him. But his arms closed around her middle and hauled her against him, pressing a kiss to the skin on her neck where he had left his mark. “We’ll stay like this, then.”
Minako saw no reason to do otherwise.
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