Keys McKey (
insteadofwords) wrote2023-04-24 07:57 pm
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He wakes up, and he's thirty and, for a minute, he doesn't remember where he is. It takes him a moment to put the pieces together -- they'd eaten together, watched a movie and he'd ended up staying over so that they could wake up in the same place on their birthday. Their birthday; if he wasn't already sure that this was something special, that might have had him convinced. He's in Rapunzel's bed, curled up around her, her nigthtgown silky against the bare skin of his forearms and he's -- shit -- he's definitely hard, and he tries to shift his hips backwards without waking her.
Once he's got a little bit of distance between his hips and her, her bends his head, brushing kisses against the side of her neck, one hand tracing the shape of her waist.
God, she always smells so good.
Once he's got a little bit of distance between his hips and her, her bends his head, brushing kisses against the side of her neck, one hand tracing the shape of her waist.
God, she always smells so good.
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He kisses her and she whimpers into it, jerking slightly when his hand goes between her legs. His finger barely brushes her clitoris through the damp fabric and her breath catches, thighs spreading as she rests her trembling hands on Keys' shoulders. She can feel the shape of him against her side, warm and hot and hard, and she wants to touch him, too.
But she's too overwhelmed to make her hands work, so she just grips at his shoulders for now, kissing him back and groaning as he keeps touching her, making her panties damp and sticky. "I-- um. I get really wet."
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"Jesus Christ," he says, smiling, that finger still tracing against. "You say that like it's a bad thing."
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"You can take them off," she says softly, sliding one hand up Key's back and up into his hair, fingers curling without pulling. She draws her knees up a little, bracketing him with them as she plants her heels into the bed. "I want you to."
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"Thanks for the heads up," he says, aware of how his voice cracks. How's puberty treating you, Keys. He leans down to take another kiss and then straightens up, shifting, looking down at her as he hooks his fingers under the elastic of her waistband and starts to tug her panties down and off. Once they're discarded, once she's lying naked in front of him, he bites his lip, shifting one hand to palm himself through his boxers.
"Do you want me to...?"
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"You can use your fingers," she breathes out, resisting the urge to curl in one herself once she's naked. Keys obviously likes what he sees if the tent in his underwear is any indication, so she takes a breath and twists one hand in the sheets while the other slides up Key's side. "I-- I like that a lot."
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"I can definitely do that," he says. He hesitates for a beat and then he shifts, away from her but only so that he can book his fingers over the waistband of his boxers and push them down, his breath catching when elastic drags against the sensitive underside of his cock. Once he's naked too, he shifts, leaning to kiss her as he nudges her legs a little bit further apart and slips his hand between them again. This time, he traces his fingers against the slick heat of her cunt and, a moment later, he starts to slowly, carefully press one into her.