Sex & Smut
Harry bounced from foot to foot, suddenly anxious about knocking on the door in front of him.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t spent many days in Xavier and Tyler’s room, hanging out, listening to music, working on homework. But it was different that night and Harry knew it.
Swapping kisses with Xavier and Tyler made Harry feel attractive and wanted and loved. Laying in bed with them, just cuddling and occasionally tracing their fingers over each other, made Harry feel flustered and safe and loved.
And then Harry was there, at night, past curfew, with a toothbrush and change of clothes in his bag.
It didn’t feel like it would be a night of snogging and cuddling.
Harry didn’t want it to be a night of snogging and cuddling.
Tyler and Xavier went further than snogging, Harry knew that. He’d walked in on them before and had been too shocked seeing Xavier groaning and moaning beneath Tyler to even think about walking out.
When he did, hiding the sound of the door closing behind him with the sounds coming from Xavier’s mouth, Harry went straight to the shower to wank.
Harry wanked and imagined himself beneath Tyler or on top of Xavier and he came so quickly that the water had barely heated up.
It was the reminder of that shower that led Harry to knocking lightly on the boys’ dorm room and then hid his nerves by tucking his hands in his trouser pockets. Just because Harry knew what he wanted didn’t mean he wasn’t anxious about getting it.
Tyler opened the door quickly, a confused pucker between his brows until he saw Harry standing there.
“Hey, you.” Tyler leaned in the doorway and folded toned arms exposed by a short sleeve shirt across his chest. “Can I help you?” he grinned playfully.
Harry’s heartbeat stuttered and his breath hitched.
“I- I snuck out,” Harry blurted. “I want to stay here. With you, and Xavier,” he added quickly. “I brought a toothbrush.”
Tyler’s eyes were a heavy blue, dark like a stormy sky, and they looked from Harry’s eyes down his body and back up slowly enough that Harry was blushing when Tyler met his eyes again.
“I love you,” Tyler said, easy as anything. “Come kiss me.”
Harry complied eagerly. It was best when Tyler said things like that because Harry didn’t have to fight with himself on if he should, could, would, snog him. He got insecure sometimes - that’s what Dr. Kinbott called it - and didn’t know if maybe Tyler and Xavier only liked Harry being around because they felt sorry for him. Harry didn’t know if they liked snogging him or if he was only embarrassing himself.
When Xavier asked Harry if he wanted to kiss him, Harry sweat a little- he wanted to snog Xavier, but what if Xavier didn’t want it?
Tyler didn’t leave Harry wondering and he never let Harry stand and get anxious over his insecurities and his indecision.
So Harry leaned up and snogged Tyler in the doorway of his dorm room. Tyler was a good kisser, Harry was certain of it. His lips were heated and guided Harry to deepen the kiss whenever Harry began to itch for more.
Kissing Tyler was like inhaling flames and letting them burn him from the inside out.
“You guys moving this in here or just going to let Coach Vlad catch you?”
Harry started at Xavier’s calmly amused voice and he broke away from Tyler with a heavy blush.
“Hi,” Harry said shyly, peeking at Xavier around Tyler’s body. Xavier laid on his bed, his hair wet and laying on his bare shoulders. His torso was wet too, sparkling with droplets of the shower he must have just finished; something blatantly obvious by the white towel wrapped around his waist.
“Hey,” Xavier smiled at him, his face open and easy to read in a way Tyler’s wasn’t. Xavier was pleased to see Harry, he always was. “What are you doing here?”
Harry glanced at Tyler uncertainly. Tyler hadn’t actually answered him about Harry staying, but he said he loved him which was basically the same thing Harry figured.
Tyler smirked, and it was slow and sexy and confident. He wrapped his arms around Harry, his hands grabbing tightly at Harry’s thighs, and then he lifted Harry up and carried Harry to his bed.
“He’s staying here tonight,” Tyler announced. He dipped his head down and kissed Harry on his neck before dropping him on his bed and causing Harry to bounce before landing on the backpack he wore.
“Is he?” Xavier got off his bed and sauntered over and stood beside Tyler, grinning down at Harry. He looked more like a statue than a boy, standing in his towel with his chest glistening slightly. “We’re having a sleepover?”
“Not much sleeping I hope,” Tyler said before jumping on the bed. He straddled Harry and grinned with his dimples flashing. “Am I hurting you?”
“No,” Harry said honestly. He wiggled around a bit, getting his backpack off and tossing it to the floor. “I’m comfortable.”
“Are you?” Tyler asked, his voice dipping low. He leaned down and had his face less than an inch from Harry’s. “Your heart’s racing.”
“I don’t think it’s fear,” Xavier said wryly. He laid on his side beside Harry and tucked a lock of Harry’s unruly hair behind his ear. “If you want, I’ll shove Tyler off you and we can watch a movie or something.”
Harry bit his lip and looked away from Tyler so Xavier could see the truth in his eyes.
“I don’t want to watch a movie,” Harry said, already a little breathless.
Xavier smiled and his hazel eyes were smoldering. “Good, neither do I.”
Harry closed his eyes when Xavier leaned forward and kissed him. Snogging Xavier was different than Tyler; when Tyler had Harry on fire with the heat in his lips, Xavier was a calming presence that soothed Harry’s worries.
Tyler laid forward and had his body pressed against Harry’s while he began slowly kissing the side of his neck, sucking and biting just enough to draw a groan from Harry’s mouth that Xavier swallowed eagerly.
“What do you want?” Tyler asked, chuckling when he realized Harry couldn’t exactly answer. “I’ll just guess then,” he murmured. He took off his shirt, something Harry felt more than saw, and then grabbed Harry’s shirt by the collar.
“Kick me if you’re really attached to this shirt,” Tyler said. Xavier lifted his mouth from Harry’s and peeked at what Tyler was doing before chuckling and returning to kissing Harry until Harry forgot what Tyler was doing.
And then Tyler ripped Harry’s shirt from the collar to the hem in one smooth motion that Harry had to lift his head so he could see Tyler’s arm muscles flexing, his abs on full display, and Harry felt his cock throbbing almost painfully in his trousers.
Harry looked over at Xavier, whose body was chiseled and hard and glistening sexily. Then Harry looked down at Tyler who was sucking hickeys across Harry’s lower abdomen, nudging Harry’s trousers lower with each kiss. Xavier looked like a statue brought to life and Tyler looked like he could be on the glossy cover of a magazine.
And then Harry looked down at his chest… his pale chest that was maybe a little wiry, but certainly not as defined as either Xavier or Tyler.
“What are you thinking?” Xavier murmured. He laid on his side and was leaving soft and sweet kisses down the side of Harry’s neck while his hand roamed freely across Harry’s chest, occasionally tweaking Harry’s nipple and sending a thrill through Harry’s body.
“I’m skinny,” Harry blurted, blushing when both Xavier and Tyler paused what they were doing to stare at him.
“And pale,” Harry added shyly. “And you two are… are…” Harry couldn’t even come up with the proper words for how fit they both were.
Xavier edged around until he was behind Harry and he wrapped his arms around him in a gentle hug.
“You’re perfect,” he said softly while Tyler nodded in agreement. “You’re so freaking…”
“Perfect,” Tyler finished for him.
Harry blushed for an entirely different cause and lowered his eyes when Tyler lowered Harry’s trousers, leaving him in just his pants that were tented with proof of his erection.
“Sorry,” Harry whispered, his voice choked with both desire and embarrassment. His embarrassment lessened when Xavier scoffed his waist up against Harry, pressing what felt like a long and hot cock against Harry’s back.
“Don’t apologize,” Xavier chuckled against Harry’s throat, sending thrills all through Harry’s body. “We’d be offended if you weren’t hard.”
“Really offended,” Tyler smirked. Harry thought he was going to explode when Xavier kissed his neck the same moment that Tyler grabbed the elastic of Harry’s pants with his teeth and tore them down in one smooth and sexy movement.
“I’m going to suck you off,” Tyler said as he kissed his way back up Harry’s legs. “I’m going to suck you and then I’m going to fuck you and if you don’t want that, say poodle.”
Harry laughed, relaxing at Tyler’s joke instead of getting nervous about what he was offering.
“I’ll never say it,” Harry swore. He turned his head and caught Xavier’s lips in a kiss that soothed the rest of his worries. This was new, it was a little terrifying, but Harry wanted nothing more than to be with them.
And then out of seemingly nowhere Tyler licked up the bottom of Harry’s cock before swallowing him whole.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Harry groaned. He reached down to grab Tyler’s curls, needing something to hold on to. Tyler didn’t seem to mind how hard Harry grabbed his hair, he just hummed and his throat vibrated around Harry’s cock and Harry thought he’d explode then and there.
“After Tyler sucks you off, I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk,” Xavier murmured. He thrust lightly against Harry, rubbing his bare cock on Harry while Tyler worked Harry with his tongue and his mouth. Harry hummed and nodded, already thinking about having Xavier’s hard body beneath his.
Tyler sucked especially hard on Harry’s cock, hollowing his cheeks out, and then popped his mouth off with a loud and wet sound.
“Look at you,” Tyler groaned, his voice hoarse and rough. He looked up at Harry and Harry didn’t even think about how red his face was or how quickly his chest heaved with hard breaths. He just met Tyler’s eyes, saw the heat and the lust in them, and knew he was going to come undone quickly.
“Look at you,” Tyler whispered again. “Perfect.”
Harry’s brain short circuited when Tyler put his mouth on him and swallowed him whole. He threw his head back, arching his back, and fisted his hands in the sheets.
Harry was going to die there and it would be the best death he’d ever experienced.
Xavier leaned over Harry’s face and stared reverently in his eyes.
“You’re unreal,” Xavier breathed, causing Harry to groan even louder. Xavier covered Harry’s lips with his own and let Harry pant and scream and groan inside of his mouth. Xavier swallowed down Harry’s groans like he was the one ripping them from him and Harry tried not to thrust up in Tyler’s mouth and choke him.
When Harry came, he did it loudly and shamelessly. He babbled the most nonsensical things, probably just mumbled from a brain fried by pleasure.
Then he almost immediately blushed from the root of his hair clear down to his toes.
Tyler took his mouth off Harry and looked him directly in the eyes when he licked his lips.
Xavier, who took his lips from Harry’s around the same time that Harry started screaming, moaned when Tyler did that.
“Kiss me,” Xavier murmured, his eyes locked on Tyler. “I want to taste.”
Harry thought he was going to see stars again when Tyler climbed up Harry’s body and rubbed his hard and clothed cock against Harry’s stomach while he kissed Xavier directly above Harry’s face.
They kissed wildly, different than how Harry kissed either of them. They kissed in a filthy way with tongue and teeth and spit being swapped. Tyler reached up slid his hand up Harry’s side, tickling his ribs, tweaking his nipple, then curling around the side of Harry’s neck without ever breaking from the heated kiss he shared with Xavier.
Harry gasped and his lashes fluttered against his will when Tyler squeezed lightly.
“Fuck, I’m the luckiest guy to ever live,” Tyler groaned. He kissed Xavier again and then let go of Harry’s neck to grab Xavier’s shoulders and guide him to lay on his stomach next to where Harry laid.
Harry rolled on his side to watch as Tyler slowly pressed kisses down Xavier’s spine, ending just above his arse.
“Let me see your hand,” Tyler told Harry. When Harry raised his hand, Tyler took Harry’s first two fingers and stuck them in his mouth, sucking them and wrapping his tongue around them while Harry watched with wide eyes.
When Tyler took Harry’s fingers from his mouth, he slowly guided them toward Xavier’s arse.
“I- I don’t know how…” Harry stammered with a blush once he realized what Tyler intended for him to do.
Xavier turned his head and smiled lazily at Harry. “You’re not going to hurt me. I want to feel you.”
Harry gasped, surprised by how sexy that was, and he carefully circled Xavier’s opening with his index finger.
“Go ahead,” Tyler encouraged him. He kneeled just over Xavier’s thighs with his cock hard and large enough that it was bulging against the fly of his jeans. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to.”
Harry wanted to. He might never have wanted to do anything as much as he wanted to feel Xavier from the inside.
Xavier released a loud breath, his body relaxing just as Harry slowly pushed a finger inside him.
“You’re so hot,” Harry groaned. He scooted closer to Xavier, their bodies touching while he pushed his finger further inside, exploring the tight sensation wondrously.
Tyler groaned and threw his head back when Xavier moaned and Harry pressed down on him from the inside.
“Harry’s a tease,” Tyler said. He wriggled around and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them and his boxers off in a single motion.
Harry didn’t have a lot of experience with other blokes’ cocks, except you could never help but occasionally see one another in the shared showers at lockup, but Harry knew that Tyler was big.
“Tell me about it,” Xavier moaned. When Harry took his eyes from where Tyler’s cock stood out hard and long looked at Xavier’s face, he saw Xavier had his eyes closed and was biting down on his lower lip. “More, Harry, please.”
The little whiney way that Xavier said please was like a punch the Harry’s gut. Harry carefully stretched his index finger to the side while he slid his middle finger in the opening.
“Stretch them like this,” Tyler told Harry, showing him with his own fingers on Xavier’s back. Tyler opened and closed his fingers in a scissoring motion. “He likes it, I swear.”
Harry figured that Tyler would know best. He kept his fingers in Xavier and sat up so that he could swing a leg over Xavier and straddle him just in front of Tyler. Tyler wrapped his arms around Harry and slowly began playing with his torso, his hands wandering aimlessly while he suckled on the side of Harry’s neck.
“More, more, Harry,” Xavier moaned after Harry had been opening his fingers carefully over and over. “Please,” he repeated, somehow seeming to know how much Harry wanted to hear him say it.
Harry began thrusting his fingers in and out in a quicker rhythm, searching for the spot inside Xavier that made him arch his back and cry out. When he found it, he continued to thrust against it while slowly slipping in a third finger.
“You, Harry, I want you in me,” Xavier panted. His back was sweating and he was panting while he thrust his arse in the air, pushing back on Harry’s fingers and swallowing them.
“Not yet,” Tyler said. He put his hand in between Harry’s shoulder blades and pushed him forward so Harry was on all fours above Xavier’s prone body with his fingers inside Xavier still. Tyler’s hand slid down Harry’s spine before Harry heard him sticking his fingers in his mouth and sucking on them.
“Relax, baby,” Tyler whispered. “You’re going to love this. And if you don’t, I’ll stop.”
Harry tensed up at first when the tip of one of Tyler’s fingers prodded at his own opening and Tyler hesitated.
“Breathe,” Tyler instructed him with his finger circling Harry’s hole. “It’s going to burn a little then you’ll feel as good as our Xavier does.”
Harry inhaled slowly and when he exhaled Tyler pushed his finger inside him.
“Oh,” Harry gasped, involuntarily driving his fingers deeper in Xavier and gaining a groan from him. It did burn, but… a pleasant sort of burn.
Tyler kept one hand on the small of Harry’s back while he continued working him open slowly with his fingers. Harry’s body was in ecstasy and he tried to copy Tyler’s rhythm with his own hand, but every time he went to thrust in Xavier, his wrist brushed his renewed erection and drove him closer and closer to the brink.
“Lick the palm of your hand real good and rub yourself,” Tyler coached Harry. He pulled his fingers from Harry to do just what he told Harry. Harry got the palm of his hand as wet as he could before he rubbed himself, moaning at the sensation.
“Don’t cum,” Tyler told him. He grabbed Harry by the waist and scooted him back until Harry’s cock was rubbing against Xavier’s arse and Tyler had lined himself up with Harry’s.
Harry didn’t need coaching on what to do next, he wasn’t completely stupid. He spread Xavier open, entranced by the erotic sight, and carefully began to push inside him.
“Oh holy mother of fuck,” Xavier cried, pushing up when Harry went to push down, causing Harry to gasp when he was nearly fully enveloped inside the hottest and tightest space he’d ever been in.
Tyler spread Harry open and kissed him on the back of his neck, relaxing Harry when he’d been tensed up inside of Xavier.
“Breathe and tell me if you want to stop,” Tyler whispered when he began slowly pushing himself inside Harry. Harry jolted forward, shoving himself hard in Xavier.
Harry let out a high pitched whine and then but his tongue and focused on the feeling of Xavier wrapped warm and tight around him.
“You good?” Tyler asked, panting and his arms shaking lightly while he held Harry’s waist. Harry felt Tyler’s lips press against the back of his neck and he nodded.
“Yeah,” Harry said. And he was, really. The initial entry was just startling. Now that Tyler hadn’t moved much, Harry could breathe and realized that it wasn’t a painful sensation, just different.
“You feel good,” Tyler murmured in his ear. Tyler flexed his hips and Harry groaned when he felt him sliding deep inside him. Then Xavier let out a needy whine and Harry flexed his hips like Tyler did and rocked inside Xavier.
“Fuck,” Xavier sighed. Harry clenched Xavier’s hips tighter when Tyler began rocking inside Harry and driving sighs and moans from Harry as he got used to the foreign sensation. “More, please?”
Harry was already covered in a fine layer of sweat and his hair was sticking to his forehead, but he nodded even though Xavier couldn’t see him and began moving more quickly. Harry didn’t have a great rhythm, but when Tyler held Harry firmly and rocked inside him, Harry mimicked his movements.
“Oh, fuck.” Tyler tipped his head forward and bit erratically at Harry’s neck. “God, I love you two.”
Harry laughed breathlessly and then let out a shocked yelp when he felt Tyler hit a spot inside of him that had stars exploding in his eyes.
“More,” Harry gasped eagerly. He sped up and was pleased when Tyler did as well. “More, more.”
Tyler growled and bit the side of Harry’s neck. “Say please,” he whispered, tightening his grip on Harry’s waist.
“Please,” Harry cried, thrusting hard in Xavier and hearing his cries of pleasure over the blood pumping in his ears. “Please, please.”
Tyler bit Harry again, causing Harry to cry out in both pleasure and pain.
“I’m so close, baby,” Tyler panted. “So. Fucking. Close.” he said, snapping his hips and hitting Harry’s prostate with each thrust.
“Me too,” Harry whined, matching his thrusts as he held Xavier tightly. Xavier looked like he was in absolute ecstasy with his fists clenched tightly on the bedsheets and his arse rising in match to Harry’s rhythm.
Harry was the first to lose himself, holding Xavier in a nearly bruising grip and crying all sorts of nonsense while he came deep inside Xavier. When Harry slid his hand around Xavier’s waist, still pushed deep in him, he barely squeezed Xavier’s hard cock before Xavier screamed and came all over Harry’s hand. Harry threw his head back when Xavier clenched around his softening cock, the heat and the sensation almost too much.
“God damn…” Tyler grunted and snapped his hips once, twice, on the third time he bit down on Harry’s neck, surely hard enough to draw blood. Harry kind of hoped that he did, he’d see the marks for days afterward and remember the best night of his life. Tyler groaned once more and then Harry himself was filled with the unusual, and brilliant, sensation of being filled by him.
Tyler collapsed on Harry’s back, his arms circling Harry’s waist in a comforting gesture even while Harry felt himself go boneless against Xavier.
“Hey, Harry?”
Harry could only hum in response to Xavier’s question, his mind was still floating away on some blissful cloud far away from his body.
“You should stay more often,” Xavier said.
Tyler laughed and held Harry’s waist, helping him roll to the side. Harry whined when he pulled out of Xavier and then whimpered when Tyler pulled out of him, a slightly irritating sensation that he didn’t really care for.
“Just stay here forever,” Tyler said. He laid them on their sides, his naked body curling around Harry’s backside while Harry threw an arm over Xavier and pulled him close.
Harry smiled lazily, so content and peaceful he couldn’t even open his eyes. “Where else would I be?” he asked.
*****
“I wish Harry was here,” Enid sighed. She laid on her bed with her chin propped up in her hand and had been batting her eyelashes at Wednesday the entire time Wednesday had been stalled on her novel.
“You’re enough of a distraction, I don’t see why you would need Harry here as well,” Wednesday muttered. She pushed her typewriter away in irritation and stood up to stretch and pace.
“If Harry slept here then you’d have to sleep in my bed,” Enid said, drawing Wednesday to an abrupt halt. “What?” she laughed at Wednesday when Wednesday stared at her. “I like cuddling, sue me.”
“Rest assured I will,” Wednesday drawled. She began to pace again, but her mind was never further from her novel than it was then.
“I’m not a cuddling sort of person,” Wednesday told Enid abruptly. “I’m not a cat.”
Enid scooted backward, pressing her back to the wall, and patted the mattress in front of her body.
“You could give it a shot,” Enid said with a sweet smile. “You might like it. It’s statistically proven that cuddling reduces stress and you look stressed.”
“My character is refusing to follow the plot I devised for her,” Wednesday said, vexed at how her own creation defied her so blatantly. “At this rate I may simply kill her off to save myself the work…”
Enid giggled at Wednesday and patted the bed again. “Five minutes and see if you’re still feeling murderous after.”
“Is this some arcane thing you will be requesting regularly since our… change in relationship?” Wednesday asked her.
Enid pouted and fluttered her lashes again in a way that was certainly not convincing.
“Not if you don’t want to,” Enid said.
Wednesday eyed her shrewdly before she decided that laying beside Enid for five minutes was hardly the worst way she had spent her time before.
“Fine,” Wednesday conceded. She toed her boots off and took her time lining them up just perfectly at the edge of her bed. “Five minutes.”
Wednesday was unreasonably nervous when she climbed on Enid’s bed and laid stiffly on her back with her arms crossed over her chest.
“This isn’t cuddling,” Enid giggled. She wiggled her arm under Wednesday’s torso and turned her until she was on her side, facing her. “Much better.”
Wednesday wasn’t surprised when Enid closed the gap between them, pressing a soft kiss against her lips. Enid was the one who seemed surprised when Wednesday nervously parted her lips, sweeping her tongue out and running it across Enid’s lower lip.
Enid kissed Wednesday as she did everything - overly enthusiastic and loudly. Her lips were soft, slightly sticky from her lipgloss, and tasted like strawberry.
“You’re beautiful,” Enid whispered against Wednesday’s lips when she finally broke away for air. Her amber eyes were warm and smoldering with emotion when they stared in Wednesday’s, causing Wednesday to avert her eyes in mild discomfort.
“I’m not,” Wednesday said. She focused very hard on the curve of Enid’s neck and then shyly traced the pads of her fingers along that curve, leaving goosebumps behind. “You though…”
Enid wrapped her arms under Wednesday’s and turned while she pulled on her, leading Wednesday to straddle her lap.
Their mouths moved toward one another again, as if drawn to each other with magnets. It was an apt comparison; Wednesday was the negative piece while Enid was the positive. No matter how much they had tried to avoid it, they found each other and connected.
Enid brushed Wednesday’s blazer from her shoulders and Wednesday’s hands hesitated at the bottom hem of Enid’s sweater.
Could she? Should she?
What did she do after the sweater was removed?
“I want you to,” Enid said, somehow reading Wednesday’s thoughts. She smiled at her warmly, reassuring her with her eyes. “Go ahead, if you want to.”
Wednesday nodded and pulled upward on the fuzzy pink garment. Enid held her arms up and Wednesday felt her face warm when she saw that Enid only wore a lacy purple bra beneath the sweater.
“Oh…” Wednesday’s eyes widened some. She wasn’t typically a fan of bright colors, but it was a pretty enough contrast with Enid’s tan skin.
“Oh?” Enid giggled, sounding nervous as she looked at Wednesday. “You’re going to make me self-conscious, babe.”
“No pet names,” Wednesday snapped. Her hands were slow when they rose up to brush against Enid’s sides. She could feel muscle beneath her fingers, and when she squeezed tighter, she could feel her bones. Wednesday slid her hands up, anxious that Enid would stop her and also terrified that she wouldn’t.
Wednesday would face down a magical serial killer armed with only a knife, but it took a different sort of bravery to put her hands on Enid’s breasts. Enid let out a soft sigh when Wednesday finally did and Wednesday took that to mean Wednesday was granted access to slip her hands behind Enid’s back and unhook the straps of her bra.
“There are no words to describe how you look,” Wednesday told Enid truthfully. Her eyes drank Enid’s body in like a woman deprived of water during a long trek through a hot desert. Enid was all soft curves with a muscular abdominal area decorated with a navel piercing that sparkled. It made her look firm- firm and so incredibly soft.
Enid smiled, somehow understanding Wednesday despite her short words, and she gently tugged the elastics out of Wednesday’s braids.
“I have dozens of words to describe you,” Enid said while she slowly ran her fingers through the braids, leaving Wednesday’s black hair in loose waves on her shoulders. “Smart, sexy, fun, bossy…”
Wednesday didn’t feel sexy or bossy, not like Enid was in that moment. In any other situation, Wednesday would be cool, confident, and mildly disconnected. In what seemed to be a scene from one of Mother’s secret romance novels?
Wednesday had no idea what to do.
Enid’s hands were warm and confident though when they traced up Wednesday’s back. She waited for Wednesday’s nod before she grabbed her dress by the hem and pulled it upward, leaving Wednesday in only her leggings and a bra.
“Can I?” Enid asked, her fingers tickling Wednesday’s back where the bra was hooked at.
Wednesday hesitated, unsure and… and not confident about her body. Enid was all warm curves, womanly and soft. Wednesday was thin… relatively small in a way she hadn’t ever considered before.
“Okay,” Wednesday whispered. She closed her eyes when Enid undid the clasp, refusing to see the look of disappointment on Enid’s face when she saw Wednesday bare for the first time.
“Oh my god,” Enid breathed.
When Wednesday was bare from the waist up, only covered by the necklace Enid gave her and the loose black hair covering her, Enid took no time in exploring. Her hands pushed the bra off Wednesday’s shoulders then slowly moved to her abdomen before sliding up and cupping her breasts gently.
“You’re beautiful.”
Wednesday opened her mouth to refute Enid’s claim, but a gasp left her throat when Enid’s thumbs began sliding back and forth across the top of her nipples.
“Beautiful,” Enid whispered again.
“Do not mark me,” Wednesday said when Enid’s mouth landed on her neck. She meant to sound detached and flat, but the slight breathless sound of her voice made it a difficult tone to end.
Enid hummed in acknowledgement and left a trail of featherlight kisses on Wednesday’s neck, almost so light that Wednesday could have imagined it.
“You can mark me,” Enid murmured, her head tilted down and her breath washing across Wednesday’s collarbones. “I don’t mind.”
Wednesday threw her head back, forcing herself to not moan at the sensations like some rutting teenager, but then Enid’s lips found Wednesday’s nipples and Wednesday was unable to hold back a quiet moan.
Enid grabbed Wednesday around the waist and twisted them around until Wednesday was laying longways down the bed and Enid’s taller body was stretched out on top of her. Even while moving them both, Enid’s mouth never left Wednesday’s chest and her hand came up to gently pinch her other nipple in a teasing gesture.
Wednesday gasped when Enid’s mouth began inching its way downward, leaving kisses on the skin while she did it.
“What are you doing?” Wednesday asked breathlessly, she grabbed Enid by the hair, holding tightly, but not yanking.
Enid blinked up at her with glazed eyes and pupils blown wide. “Do you want me to stop?” she whispered just before sticking her tongue out and licking a stripe across Wednesday’s navel.
“N-no,” Wednesday said, begrudgingly nervous, completely out of her area of expertise. “What are you going to do?”
Enid showed her white teeth when she smiled widely and moved her hands down to the waistband of Wednesday’s leggings.
“I was going to take your leggings off and kiss every inch of your body,” Enid said lewdly. She raised an eyebrow, practically a challenge. “May I, your highness?”
Wednesday stared at her while the heat pooling in her stomach demanded an affirmative answer.
“You may,” Wednesday said imperiously. She laid her head back down and fought down a heavy blush when Enid slid her leggings down, twisted them off her socked feet, and tossed them on the floor. Wednesday resisted the urge to wriggle, clad in only her bikini cut black panties, practically bare before Enid for the first time.
“So beautiful,” Enid whispered. She held up one of Wednesday’s legs and seemed to take ‘kissing every inch of Wednesday’s body’ literally as she so slowly pressed sticky red lips to Wednesday’s ankle, all across her calves. Her tongue licked the back of Wednesday’s knee, sending a new wave of heat through Wednesday’s body, and then continued kissing her way upward.
Wednesday had to bite harshly on her lower lip to keep from making any sounds when Enid’s nose rubbed against her vagina through her thin cotton panties. Wednesday knew what Enid was going to do when her soft hands slid up Wednesday’s legs and then hooked her fingers in the sides of her panties.
“Can I?” Enid asked. She smiled, always so polite for someone with such filthy intent. “I won’t if you don’t want me to.”
Wednesday’s breath hitched in her throat, causing her chest to heave with shallow and shaky breaths.
“You can,” Wednesday whispered, fascinated by the unknown they were barreling toward. It was a new era for her, one where she gave in to the same hormones that ruled so many of her classmates. Enid gave her a bright smile before she slipped the panties down Wednesday’s legs and discarded them carelessly on the floor.
It was perhaps fortunate that Wednesday had always been a meticulous groomer as she had certainly not planned on this being a part of her day when she showered that morning.
“Mm,” Enid kissed just inside Wednesday’s thigh. “You smell good.”
Wednesday closed her eyes and tried to ignore the full body blush that surely had her skin burning hotly from head to toe.
“Oh,” Wednesday gasped when Enid kissed her, so lightly, directly on her clitoris. For such a light touch, it sent sparks of pleasure through Wednesday’s entire body. Wednesday could feel Enid smiling, her lips curled up against her body.
“Oh, oooh…” Wednesday clenched her eyes shut and fisted her hands on Enid’s ridiculous pink sheets. Enid had taken her tongue out and circled Wednesday’s clit with slow and sensual circles, applying pressure that shook Wednesday’s legs.
Enid grabbed Wednesday’s legs and threw them over her shoulders, pulling Wednesday closer and applying another kiss before she sucked Wednesday’s clit in, causing another gasp to spill from Wednesday’s lips, and then she bit down lightly.
Wednesday had seen an afterlife before when she’d been shot - and yet she truly saw Heaven in that moment.
“You- you’re very talented with your mouth,” Wednesday said shakily, her body trembling when Enid’s tongue slid down to press slowly at her opening.
“I believe I prefer it when you’re too occupied to speak.”
Enid responded by taking her tongue and licking Wednesday out from the inside.
For no reason at all, Wednesday began wondering about the atoms that made up black holes. Allegedly, they had a gravitational pull that was so intense no force could ever escape it.
Wednesday could empathize with black holes in that moment, as she had done a few times before in her life.
Enid kept up her steady ministrations while Wednesday writhed and attempted to not make a fool of herself by moaning like some wanton teenager with her legs wrapped around her girlfriend’s head.
Wednesday could feel the pressure, the heat, building and coursing through her body, tightening all her muscles. Enid, as always, was relentless as she continued to drive Wednesday’s body up higher and higher peaks of pleasure.
With a quick flick of her tongue, a hard press to Wednesday’s clit, Wednesday had to put a fist in her mouth to keep from screaming as the tension and the heat all became too much and Wednesday felt her body - her mind, her vision, her very core - exploded in a shaking release.
“Oh my god, you look…” Enid giggled from between Wednesday’s legs. “You look really messy right now.”
Wednesday lifted her head, blinking away the black spots dancing in her eyes, and attempted to glare at the ridiculous girl with her head between her legs. Enid’s lips were red, glistening with her saliva and Wednesday’s fluids, and her eyes were sparkling with what seemed to be happiness as she stared up at Wednesday so reverently.
The insult Wednesday was building in her head stuttered and she wound up dropping her head on the bed.
“Quiet,” she muttered, no heat in her tone. A twitch shook Wednesday’s legs and Enid slid her own half-dressed body up Wednesday’s body, laying her bare chest against Wednesday’s and pressing a firm kiss to Wednesday’s neck.
“You’re so messy,” Enid sang childishly against Wednesday’s neck. She nuzzled against her, causing a flood of warmth in Wednesday’s chest to bloom. “I think your hair is even tangled,” Enid whispered.
“Shut your mouth,” Wednesday murmured, still ruminating on the end of her first orgasm. She realized absently that Enid must have removed her own leggings at some point as she felt smooth and bare legs tangling with her own. It was as much of a reminder of Wednesday’s own blind bliss as anything.
“I- I don’t know what to do. For you,” Wednesday clarified. She was pleased that Enid’s face was still hidden in her neck, nosing her way through Wednesday’s dark hair, so that her childish blush went unseen.
“Do you want to do something for me or do you just feel like you should?” Enid murmured, her voice thick and warm. “Because you don’t have to, I’m like super comfortable right here.”
It would have been simple to accept Enid’s offer and leave herself closed to mockery for her innocence in the face of sexual exploitations, but…
“I want to,” Wednesday admitted. She did. She wanted to give Enid even a fracture of the pleasure that Enid bestowed upon her. More than that, Wednesday wanted to see Enid’s face while she was the one bursting from an orgasm that Wednesday gave her.
“But not with my mouth,” Wednesday said hastily, unwilling to cross that boundary just yet.
Enid’s giggle was breathy and light. “Okay,” she said, “if you’re sure.”
Wednesday nervously trailed her hand down Enid’s body, taking her time to feel every inch of Enid’s soft and practically perfect chest, then paused at the top of the lace thong that Enid wore. More to stall than anything, Wednesday reached behind her, stroking her back clear down to her smooth and firm bottom.
“You… you exercise a lot,” Wednesday said, unsure how to properly compliment Enid. Enid laughed lightly though, continuing her mission to kiss Wednesday’s neck while her body pressed against the top of Wednesday’s body.
“Open your legs,” Wednesday instructed her. Enid complied easily, leaving one leg between Wednesday’s while the other shifted to the outside of her body.
“If I do something wrong, tell me,” Wednesday ordered her. She slipped her hand between Enid’s legs and only hesitated for a moment before her fingers slid under the lace and she let out a surprised gasp at how overwhelmingly hot and wet Enid was.
Enid smiled right in Wednesday’s face before she pressed lips that tasted like Wednesday against Wednesday’s.
“You’re pretty, sue me,” Enid said after she finished kissing Wednesday. Enid’s eyelids fluttered and a soft look of bliss crossed her face when Wednesday slowly stroked the folds of Enid’s labia with her index finger.
Wednesday watched Enid’s face closely, judging each twitch, each breathy moan, every little gasp as she left no centimeter of Enid’s most private body part unexplored.
“Mm,” Enid bit her lower lip and moaned when Wednesday finally pressed a tentative finger against her and began working her way inside. Enid was so wet that it was an easy glide and Wednesday herself moaned at the soft walls that were so tight around her finger.
“If I hurt you, you have to tell me,” Wednesday said. She was nervous, uneasy with the idea of injuring Enid. Enid was so tough on the outside, but she felt so soft and vulnerable on the inside.
“You won’t,” Enid said confidently. She kissed Wednesday again, her lips opening and her tongue lazily stretching out to explore Wednesday’s mouth just as Wednesday’s finger explored inside of her.
“You taste terrible,” Wednesday said when they broke apart. She smirked and watched with hooded eyes when a curl of her finger sent an especially pleased gasp to spill from Enid’s lips.
Enid opened her eyes enough to give Wednesday a hazy smile. “I thought you tasted great.”
“Ew.” Wednesday used the hand that had been gently kneading Enid’s bottom to grab her by the back of her head and push Enid’s face back to her neck. “If you’re going to be vulgar, don’t speak.”
“Suits me,” Enid laughed. She yelped when Wednesday abruptly slid a second finger in her and retaliated by biting Wednesday’s collarbone.
“No marks,” Wednesday reminded her while she began to find a rhythm where she pushed, curled, stroked the inside of Enid.
Enid mumbled something that sounded like ‘bossy’ and Wednesday ignored her words and focused on how Enid’s body began to quiver on top of her. Her legs were tight against Wednesday’s and she began to thrust her hips in and out, making whiney moans in tangent to her rising pleasure.
“Faster,” Enid cried. She threw her head back and looked truly glorious with her eyes screwed shut and pants slipping out. Her chest was heaving, pressed hard against Wednesday’s.
“Yes, your highness,” Wednesday smirked, mocking Enid for her earlier comment. She was enraptured while she increased her speed and fingered Enid until Enid’s walls practically clamped down around her fingers and the beautiful girl screamed.
“No post-coital comments made of an orgasm driven mind,” Wednesday warned Enid when Enid collapsed against her with a soppy and blissful smile. Wednesday gently pulled her fingers from Enid and subtly wiped them off on her back while she held her girlfriend against her.
“So don’t tell you that I love you?” Enid murmured. She moved her body off Wednesday’s leaving only her head on Wednesday’s chest and her arms wrapped around Wednesday’s waist.
Wednesday looked fondly down at the slightly sweaty blonde hair that was using her chest as a pillow and sighed.
“That’s strike one, Enid. Any further comments and I’ll be forced to torture you,” she said drily.
Enid snuggled more tightly against her, finally getting the cuddle that she so desperately wanted.
“Yes, please,” Enid giggled. “We’ll save naked-torture for later though.”
Wednesday felt her stomach drop and she very carefully did not imagine what that was meant to mean.
Apparently, research was going to be required.