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A guttural grunt filled the room. It was quite sweet, the way he tried to keep his voice low, too shy to let the neighbors overhear.
Angua didn’t care. Not when she had him to herself.
She gripped his hip more tightly. That hollow of round bone under hot skin was always her favorite place. Then she pressed her other hand between his shoulder blades and pushed his head back into the pillow. She got a good view of the muscles in Carrot’s broad shoulders tensing and the way he clenched the corner of the pillow in his fist.
She moved her hips slowly. Since he didn't protest, she pressed her full weight against him. The dildo slid so deep into him that she rubbed against the harness. Oh, that was great. She imagined him clenching around her, narrow and wet from the generous dose of lube, feeling him and thrusting into him herself.
Carrot's irregular breathing was stifled in the pillow. Angua heard it anyway. She had no idea what it said about her that she wanted to bite him with all her might at such moments, but she wasn't even capable of thinking about it.
She began to move, enough to slide inside him and tease herself at the same time. She never came all the way out. She thrust short and slow. She enjoyed the friction of their thighs against each other and her own wetness, which she spread with her movements.
Carrot puffed and thrusted his ass towards her. She let him set the pace, faster and shallower, but obviously exactly what he wanted, and then she imitated him. She felt the sweat that had broken out on his back with her palm. She lovingly stroked his spine, between his shoulder blades. He was tense, but at the same time so close to climax, and Angua didn’t want to deny him, so she continued with quick, short moves. He tried to control himself under her. To hold on like an obedient animal.
But she already knew that he wouldn’t last long.
Carrot moaned as if on command. His back arched even more and with jerky movements he pressed his ass up to her stomach. The dildo sank into him all the way, deep, Angua imagined that she was the one immersed in him like this and the pleasant pressure of the harness was caused by his muscles. She took a deep breath to calm her pounding heart. Then she leaned over and ran a hand through his short, red hair.
“Good?”
Carrot nodded instead of answering.
She let him inhale and exhale, then slid out of him with a loud pop. Everything was wet and sticky, and the straps slipped through her fingers. With an irritated growl, she quickly took off the harness with the dildo and threw it to the floor. At times, it reminded her too much of a leash.
Carrot, meanwhile, had folded himself onto the bed.
“I hate it,” she said conversationally.
“No, you don't,” he protested breathlessly.
She looked at him. His eyes were closed contentedly, his expression adorably relaxed. His face was red with exertion and shiny with beads of sweat. There was a wet stain of saliva on the pillow next to him, and that made her want to fuck him again. And again, and again, until he could no longer suppress his moans; until he couldn’t stand up properly and his muscular thighs would tremble, between which his plump member softened on the coils of red hair.
Angua took a long breath through her nose. The air smelled of pinkish and white and caramel gold and Carrot, so much Carrot that warmth spread through her body. She climbed over him and hurriedly spread her legs over his shoulders.
He looked at the damp blond curls in front of him in confusion, but then he narrowed his eyes and smiled at her, and a volcano erupted in her stomach. Angua turned her head and rested on his face. She felt his tongue thrust into her as far as it would go, and he began to flick it. He guided her gently but steadily to her climax, and Angua stopped controling her breath, which was rhythmically escaping her, and let herself be guided.
The muscles in her stomach tightened with tension. She braced her hand on the wall above his head, and as she leaned forward, his nose bumped right into her clitoris. Angua moaned loudly. Oh, yes, she was sensitive, almost to the point of pain, but she definitely wanted it again. She rocked her hips, rubbing herself roughly against Carrot's prominent nose, and that, combined with the movements of his tongue, was enough.
Her muscles relaxed. Her entire body seemed to be falling apart into hundreds of thousands of hot grains of delight. She settled wetly against his mouth with all her weight. She arched her back and half heard Carrot swallow shallowly and obediently.
Angua looked down and dug her fingers into his sweaty hair. Then, panting, she climbed down and sat on the edge of the bed. Carrot raised himself on his elbow and turned to her. His face was shining.
“Don’t expect me to lick it,” Angua said.
Carrot laughed. And it was a good, relaxed laugh. Then he reached for the blanket and wiped his face and chin with the corner of it.
“What?” he said at her slightly disgusted expression. “We’ll change the blankets and sheets anyway.”
“Oh,” Angua breathed out. Who had truly forgotten that Carrot had made a mess in her bed. Besides, she was pleasantly tired now, out of breath, Carrot’s sweat was spreading around the room like smoke from an incense stick, and she wanted to lie down next to him and think of nothing and just hug him in post-orgasmic bliss.
“We can lie down on the blanket and change everything tomorrow,” she suggested. She stood up and stretched.
Carrot moved too and sat on the edge of the bed. He put his arms around her, turned her slightly so she was facing him, and took a deep breath, his nose and mouth pressed against her stomach.
Angua bit her lip. If he asked her, like this, half beneath her, just a tuft of disheveled hair, his big arms wrapped warmly around her, his breath tickling her lower belly, the muscles of his back glistening in the flickering candles, if he asked her for anything, she would gather all her strength and strangle the whole Disc.
But Carrot just looked up with his kind eyes and a childishly innocent smile and said, “As you wish.”