vanillajello | Kansas City, MO, Sunday Afternoon

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Kansas City, MO, Sunday Afternoon

Last weekend had been kind of rough, yeah. And so had this past week, because it was like there'd been something in the air, making every person flying SkyKans a total pain in the ass. But, Kate had the day off today. And yes, she was totally intending to do useful crap at some point. Like... groceries. Or cleaning. Or... Something. She hadn't decided yet.

Because slouching on the couch with her laptop and dicking around on the internet and watching a million YouTube videos was the best use of her time right now. You couldn't go wrong with cats doing funny things, or people falling down a lot. Or, apparently, stop-motion animation with foul-mouthed Barbies.

Also:

"... Oh my fucking God, these dolls totally live in Overland Park. Oh my God."

Well, she'd just become a fan.

[ooc: NFB, but open for calls/texts/the guy! In case Tumblr hasn't clued you in already, she's watching The Most Popular Girls In School. Which is somewhat NSFW but funny.]

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"Maybe," he sighed quietly. "I still have faith that you'd know. You're intelligent too."

"Not that intelligent." The next lick moved over his cock. She was pretty intelligent. And devious. "I'd sleep through it."

"Well then, you'd miss out," he replied on a quiet sigh. "Unlucky you."

"Unlucky me, yeah."

But could he deal with warm, open-mouthed kisses all along his cock? Kate was betting on yes.

Well, he was sure going to try. Bod took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"Maybe I'm the lucky one today," he mumbled again.

"Maybe you are," Kate replied, murmuring her words against sensitive skin, her tongue flicking out again. "Enjoy your luck."

"You don't have to," Bod felt compelled to say. Of course, he said it while sighing and squirming just a bit. "If you'd rather not."

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Kate snickered. You know what those words called for? Her getting her hand on him, and then her mouth, sucking the tip of his cock in.

So yeah, no. She was going to do this.

"J-just a suggestion," Bod stammered, sucking a breath in and letting it out harshly. "In case."

Of something. Or other.

"Nope," Kate replied.

Except her mouth being somewhat preoccupied, it didn't come out quite that clearly, but hey, at least the vibrations from her attempt had to feel nice. As well as her tongue, which she swirled around a bit.

"You could have just asked me not to clean," Bod joked though his voice sounded a little more strained than it had. "I would have stopped."

Kate made another amused sound. She even kept her arguments to herself – shame, really, because she had a great one about dropping to her knees in the bathroom before bothering to ask him to stop – so she could continue with what she was doing. Which right now involved introducing some light stroking from her hand into the mix.

"This is productive for you, you know," he had to say just to be a pain. But, he was arching his back a little to stop himself from arching his hips up into her mouth and hand just yet.

"Mmhmm." More vibrations! She pulled back, her lips releasing him with a wet pop, just to ask, "How so?"

Mostly she was asking just to see if he'd be able to answer when her mouth went right back to what it had been doing previously, except taking him a little deeper, then bobbing up and down, following the movement with her hand.

"Because it is."

That was a great answer. Look, his attention was elsewhere, he wasn't thinking and she was lucky he'd answered at all. He clutched at the sheets with one hand and breathed a little heavier.

It was not a great answer, but Kate was going to let him ahve it anyway because it served her smugness. And she was just going to keep on giving him reasons to clutch the sheets, too.

Well, it was no news that her mouth was great. He'd told her it should be illegal, previously, and she took pride in that. So, she made sure there was continuously something to feel. Suction, or humming, or her tongue rubbing against the parts she knew to be the most sensitive. She had no interest in playing fair.

Yes, she really didn't play fair. Bod gave up talking and tried to keep a control of his hips now. He moaned quietly and told himself to be quiet so the neighbors wouldn't hate them again.

But, he knew it'd be hard considering how good she was at this sort of thing.

The neighbors could deal. Kate didn't care about them even a bit, which was probably obvious. She didn't let up any of the intensity. No, her head kept bobbing up and down, her lips dragging along his skin slick with saliva, her tongue swirling when it couls.

She even found the time to give his balls a little surprise attention with her hand. Control was overrated, anyway.

"That's not fair," Bod huffed out, arching up a little higher and squirming even more than before. "Oh god."

He wasn't really objecting all that much. That had just surprised him and the wave of pleasure that rolled over him attested to that fact.

Kate had zero interest in fairness. All she was interested in right now was making him come hard, and that had nothing to do with fairness.

She kept on going right as she had, although paying attention to his squirms and such as to not get jostled too badly.

"Kate, I can't, I can't -- "

He figured she could parse what he meant by that but he couldn't get the rest out. He hadn't been expecting this today so his reserve was low and he was already feeling like he was coming undone.

Oh, she could parse that just fine. And all that made her do was to make sure he'd be going over that edge and feeling overwhelmed. Her lips and her tongue worked against him, and her fingers fondled his balls. He didn't need to hold back. Everything she was doing was telling him not to.

She even hummed encouragingly. Or maybe just for the vibrations. Either or.

She didn't need to worry too much about encouraging him over the edge. He managed to hold on for a few more moments, just a few more exquisite moments before he couldn't do it anymore.

His hips arched again and he started to come with a moan and a squirm. It felt like it took forever but it didn't. He eventually felt the pleasure start to subside and he went slack against the mattress.

[So, LJ never posted this and didn't tell me so. I am so so sorry.]

Kate stayed with him through all of that, even making sure he was licked clean once everything was done. Then she moved up, and off him.

She looked smug.

"Still think that was productive?"

"Yes but in a different sort of way," he mumbled, still looking fairly blissed out. "I might not have been cleaning but I'm still tired."

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