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[aintyourdad]

[ Winter always means long nights, slow business, and bad cases of cabin fever. Being cooped up inside grates on the nerves after a while, makes tension rise.

Sometimes when that tension snaps, it results in a fight, and sometimes, like tonight, it results in clothes pulled off, hands and mouths and Joel getting pushed to his knees, knowing precisely what's expected of him.

One of Tess' legs is hooked over his shoulder, opening her up for his mouth as he tongues at her clit, surrounded by her familiar, heady scent. ]

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[On the streets he is her guy, a taciturn bruiser ready to crack someone's skull when she says the word, but in the privacy of this crumbling apartment he is her lover, and she doesn't need to ask for shit. He just knows, and she's as pleased about that as she is about his mouth on her cunt. This is why everything in the apartment is theirs instead of his or hers, why she shares a life instead of just an occasional tryst, because men like him –– men who get on their knees and don't think for a second that makes them less than her partner –– they're as rare as coffee.

Anyone else and she'd go stir crazy, trapped in a wallpapered box for three and a half months a year.

So she's got her leg around him, and her fingers threaded through his hair and one heel dug into his back, just to pin him there, right where she wants him. She's been worked up since the minute her jeans hit the floor, and there's no slowing down now. Tess presses her shoulder blades down into the couch cushions to thrust her hips forward to meet him. She wants this, and bad.]

Jesus Christ–– [Her breath hitches.]

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[ Joel prefers things to be simple, familiar. He likes knowing what's expected of him, likes the companionship, likes being able to lose himself in someone else - someone he can trust, so he doesn't have to think too much. Except about this. Except about how Tess tastes, how she smells, how she sounds. He likes her this way, when she's a little demanding. He's always liked that about her.

Fingers run up the insides of her thighs, and he glances up at her face as he presses one inside her cunt, rubbing just there. ]

[dog_eat_dog]

[She catches his eye when he looks up; that moment feels suspended in time as she finds everything she adores, everything she wants, him hungry for her and her willing to offer it all up. His beard scratchy on the sensitive skin at the juncture of her thighs, and then his finger, thick and callused and perfect. It's easy to be greedy, it's easy to want two, three fingers and then his cock, but all good things in time.

She digs her free hand into the back of the couch, bracing herself, her breath hard and gasping. Loud, too. No thought at all for the fucking neighbours. Her heel digs into his back, and that's thoughtless too, her mind cleared out for an endless refrain of yes yes yes.]

Oh fuck, yes.

[aintyourdad]

[ This is probably why they work so well together. She gets antsy, and he stays calm. He gets upset, and she placates him. The push-and-pull keeps them both on their toes, he supposes, and it's no different like this.

He's in no rush - they've got nowhere to be, and the neighbors will just have to put up with her moans. Joel doesn't mind. It's one of the few pleasures of his life, being able to draw those sounds out of her, being able to crook his finger just so and see her arch her back, preen a little in the knowledge that he's the one who gets to do this to her. ]

[dog_eat_dog]

[He gets that finger curled in there and she's arching as pleasure rockets up her spine, eyes closing, lips parted in a long o. She feels like she's throbbing, her core tight, and she's loud about it, swearing and sweating and clenching around his finger.]

More. [Bossy! She wants him and every inch he can give her, anything he'll give her, and this is how she feels his feelings for her.] Please–!

[She pulls him in tighter with her thighs.]

[aintyourdad]

[ Christ, she's bossy. He likes that. She knows what she wants, and she tells him. He's good at following her lead and they both know it.

He might even be smiling a little against her as he adds a second finger, stretching her, and then sucks harder on her clit. ]

[dog_eat_dog]

[She has both hands in his hair suddenly, clutching him to her as she greedily flexes her cunt to grip him, to pull him in, to trap him. Any more –– or any less –– and she's not going to resist the urge to haul him up and just ride his face.]

[aintyourdad]

[ He groans when she grabs his hair, the sensation going right to his cock, already hard in his jeans. He redoubles his efforts, knowing she's getting close, as determined and focused on this as he is anything else. Maybe even more so. ]

[dog_eat_dog]

[Her grip tightens abruptly, her breath dropping to shallower pants, and then her head falls back; she comes, paradoxically, in near silence. It feels like waves around his fingers and his tongue.

She doesn't let go of him; she pulls him up by the hair for a kiss, still jerking shallowly on his fingers.]

[aintyourdad]

[ It's a little awkward, and a little messy, and his knees are protesting from kneeling on the floor so long, but fuck it, it's good anyway. The kiss is good, the way she feels is good, her labored breathing is good, her body coming down from the climax - very good.

This is easy - no need to talk about anything, no need to deal with feelings or whatever. Just letting Tess take the lead, take what she wants from him. Joel lets his free hand wander, down her neck, cupping her breast as they kiss. ]

[dog_eat_dog]

[It's so good, the two of them crammed on one little couch, his mouth on hers, and her leaning into his touch. She reaches down to palm him through his jeans, the crux of her thumb stroking firmly along the ridge of his cock.

She just purrs at him:]

Nicely done, Texas.

[aintyourdad]

High praise.

[ He's long past the point of awkward fumbling with clothes - one good thing about getting older, at least. It's easy and comfortable, working open the buttons on her shirt, even as he shifts his hips into her touch, enjoying the way she teases. ]

[dog_eat_dog]

[She chuckles, an easy smile drifting across her face as she continues to work him.]

I can lay it on thicker.

[God knows she likes dirty talk.]

[aintyourdad]

Mm, I know you're mouthy.

[ The way he says that makes it clear it's a compliment, at least in this context. He does go in for another kiss, though - not to shut her up, more to encourage her, rather. ]

[dog_eat_dog]

[Tess gives him that kiss, harder but swift, and she barely pulls back at all to murmur, eyes locked on his:]

I can't wait to reward you for all the hard work you've been doin'.

[aintyourdad]

Is that so?

[ Her shirt tugged aside, he deftly unclasps her bra (Joel is rightly proud of this skill), and he smiles just a little as he presses closer. ]

What're you waiting for, then?

[dog_eat_dog]

For you to finish undressin' me, cowboy.

[She grins at him, happily tangled in what's left of her clothes, her hand still flush with the crotch of his jeans. She pops the button a second later and catches him in another kiss.]

[aintyourdad]

[ Joel huffs at that, but it's affectionate. Tess is a tease, and he likes that about her, or he wouldn't be here, doing this.

So he doesn't try to make her go any faster - ever the gentleman, letting the lady set the pace. He does pull back just enough to get his own shirt off - if his hair wasn't already mussed and sticking up in places from having her hands in it, well, he was already a lost cause.

He leans back down immediately, this time his mouth finding a nipple, sucking lightly while he parts her thighs again with his hand. ]

Want you.

[ His voice is low, gruff against her skin. ]

[dog_eat_dog]

[She openly admires him as he sits back, her hazel eyes half-lidded and roving over him, and she reaches for his shoulders to run her hands down his arms as he comes back to her. She opens her thighs for him readily, hooking a foot around the back of one of his, pulling him to her.]

And I want you inside me. Hard–– [She rolls her hips up towards him, breath catching at his mouth on her breast.] And deep!

[aintyourdad]

[ Joel makes a low noise, deep in his chest, at that. One of want, and affirmation. ]

Yes, ma'am.

[ Pants finally out of the way, it's easy to line himself up, thrust inside her, a sharp push of his hips and a punched-out breath as he buries himself to the hilt. The couch creaks under them with the force of it. ]

[dog_eat_dog]

[Tess breathes out sharply like it's been knocked out of her, and her toes curl as she stretches around his girth; it's exactly what she wanted and as fast as she wanted, and her next breath in is ragged, greedy.]

God, yes. Jesus, you're so fucking thick––

[aintyourdad]

[ Joel has no answer to that - not in words, anyway. Instead, his focus is entirely, completely, on her. On them. The way their bodies move together. He reaches one hand up to brace himself against the arm of the couch, give him the leverage he needs to fuck her the way she wants him to. His knees protest but that doesn't matter, not right now, not with how warm and wet she is around him, not with how her legs lock around his middle, the way she pulls him deeper into her. ]

[dog_eat_dog]

[ Her grip on him with her legs is so tight she barely lets him pull out, desperate to have him there, right where she wants him, right where she wants them together. The way his cock strokes her insides, she can feel control slipping away –– it's all electric body tremors and her face flushed to her roots. All him.

When she comes, it feels like fireworks, euphoria from her fingertips to her toes, she says his name, loud and needy.

He is so, so good to her.]

[aintyourdad]

[ It's easy to lose himself in it, if only for a little while. In her. She's good, the way she clings to him, the way she sounds, saying his name, the way she tightens and pulses around him when she reaches her peak - Joel grunts his pleasure, keeps fucking her through it - he's close, too, though, and even as she's starting to come down from it, he groans low in his chest, pulling out and fisting his cock roughly, spilling between them with a shudder. ]

[dog_eat_dog]

[She beams up at him, elated as he comes –– the hot spurt on her belly, the look on his face, the sounds pulled out of him. Her chest heaves, the whole of her sparkling. She eases up her grip on him, just enough to let him loose if he wants to be, and she scoots over a bit on the couch. It may be small, but they'll make do. She reaches towards him with both hands. C'mere, Texas.]

[aintyourdad]

[ He takes a couple of moments to catch his breath, eyes falling shut as he finds a rare moment of relaxation, of vulnerability. He shifts, letting Tess pull him in with another faint grunt. ]

This couch ain't gonna be comfortable much longer.

[ He's always the first to point out things like that. ]