takecourage | (no subject)

Living with Darlington is a very different experience to living with anyone else that Alex has ever shared space with. With Mira, there was all kinds of attempts at rules and structure that never really worked out, while Ground Zero had been chaos of the ugliest kind. Her dorm room had been nice, the girls there for company, the sound of Mercy breathing at night. She'd never really had a chance to sleep at il Bastogne.

But here they are.

They haven't really done anything all day, just slept late and then lazed around in each other's company. She'd even managed to talk Darlington out of going for a run. Now, they're lying on the couch, their legs tangled together comfortably. Darlington's reading and Alex is idly flipping through cable channels. She nudges him with her heel against his thigh.

"Your turn to cook," she says, glancing at him.

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more_magic

"I was thinking more of my mental state, since it is Manuscript we're talking about," he says, his breath shuddering out of him as she presses her finger in all the way. "But your point is a valid one."

She pauses to let him adjust, and after a moment he's nodding, his head turning instinctively to look back at her despite the blindfold. "Still good, Alex."

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takecourage

"I'm sure they'd make it as humiliating as they possibly can," she says, starting to fuck him with her finger. "Kind of fun to imagine if I'm honest."

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more_magic

"Fun for you," he mutters, even as he feels the corner of his mouth lift in a smile. She starts fucking him, slow and steady, and his eyebrows tick up.

"Oh, Christ."

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takecourage

"I can definitely keep talking about it if you want," she says, mouth ticking into a grin as he reacts to the movement of her finger.

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more_magic

Danny has to think about that--a prospect made all the more difficult by the slow thrust of Alex's finger--but after a minute or two, he nods. "Go ahead."

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takecourage

"I don't know how they get you there," she says, fucking him more definitely now. "But they set you up just like this - naked on all fours. Blindfolded. In the middle of one of those party rooms."

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more_magic

Alex says it, and he can picture it--maybe on the altar of that flower-strewn cathedral, maybe the banquet room, maybe some other more suitable illusion of Manuscript's devising. It could be anywhere, or anything; that was what they did best.

"Some party favor I'd be." He groans as she starts to fuck him with more intent, sharp bolts of pleasure already shooting down his spine and pooling low in his hips. "Ready for just about any use."

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takecourage

"I think they'd have you suck cock first," she says, reaching between his thighs to fondle his balls as she fingers him. "Give you something else to do with that mouth of yours."

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more_magic

"Never done that before," he says, his head spinning as she kneads at his balls, as it only drives him closer to something he knows she won't grant him yet. He loves this, and knows he shouldn't, nothing about it suggesting the kind of man his grandfather had reared him to be. And yet, right now, it's difficult to care.

"Not that anyone at Manuscript is going to consider what I have and haven't done."

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takecourage

"They're definitely not going to care," she says, pushing her finger as deep as she can. "And you're going to suck what you're given to suck."

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more_magic

She pushes her finger deep, the angle of it just right, and he lets out a shout, his cock twitching in the ring and the leaking head smearing against his belly. "Fuck's sake, Stern, just let me come."

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takecourage

"Tell me about something you're imagining then doing to you," she says. "And then tell me what you're going to do for me if I let you come.'

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more_magic

Of course this would be the exchange she demands. Danny groans, rocking thoughtlessly back onto her finger. "Being...put to use in as many ways as possible, all at once." He makes himself say it, knowing every word gets him closer to what he's been wanting for what feels like hours. "Someone sitting on my face, or fucking my mouth. Another person riding my cock. Being made to finger two other people, or jerk them off. And being made to know how much I love all of it."

He draws a breath, letting it out again as slowly as possible. "And if you let me come, I'll go down on you. Let you ride my face, even, until you're tired of it."

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takecourage

"You can do better than that," she chides, gently. "You can offer me something that I know you enjoy so much. I'm already giving you a great letting you come."

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more_magic

"Does nothing satisfy you, Alex?" he says, and he can hear the whine in it, the need. He groans, pressing his flushed face into the bed as he tries to think. "You want me to clean up after myself?"

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takecourage

She yawns noisily, shifting her hand to pull her finger out of his ass.

"I mean, I was going to make you do that anyway."

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more_magic

He feels her start to pull her finger out, and his stomach flips in some kind of shameful desperation for the loss. "Please," he groans before he can bite it back. "Barely know my own fucking name at this point, just...just tell me."

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takecourage

That's where she wants him - desperate, babbling and she reaches to unhook the cockring, dropping it on the bed. Without another word, she pushes her finger back into his ass.

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more_magic

The effect is embarrassing and galvanic in equal measure.

Almost the instant her finger presses into his ass again, he's coming hard enough that his back bows with the effort, his come splashing onto the sheets beneath him as a ragged moan spills from somewhere deep within his chest. It feels like it'll never end; it feels like he'll pass out before it does.

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takecourage

She fucks him through it, keeps her finger moving until he's spent and then she shifts, taking hold of him and manhandling him a little until he's lying on his belly in his own come.

"How do you feel?"

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more_magic

In the wake of it, he can't do anything except let himself be moved, Alex's hands guiding him down until he's more or less flat on the bed. His come is hot and tacky and disgusting against his skin; he grimaces faintly, but doesn't shift out of position.

"To say I've never come that hard in my life feels like hyperbole," he murmurs, turning his head towards the sound of her voice, strands of his dark hair stuck to the sweaty, flushed skin of his forehead. "But I think it's true."

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takecourage

Alex leans in and pushes the blindfold up and out of the way so that she can look him in the eyes.

"I love you," she says. That still feels like a weird and marvelous thing.

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more_magic

The blindfold comes off and he has to blink a few times, readjusting to the light and focusing on Alex's face as she looks at him like something wondrous. "I love you too," he says. "Beyond anything I ever expected."

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takecourage

She kisses him, and then sits back to look at him, still trussed up in their bed like that.

"Do you want to keep going?"

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more_magic

Danny gives that the consideration it deserves, weighing the spent exhaustion he feels and the way he aches. Eventually, he nods. "I'm done being hurt tonight, and I need you to let me out of the spreader bar, at least, but I can keep going."