smilestopscars | Room 210, Sunday Afternoon

Where Ezra was finding the strength not to laugh, he did not know. But he appeared to have it.

Although he did run his hand to the small of her back. "Oh, cupcake. If you really want to..."

Kathy was going to owe him so much for his self-restraint. So much.

Hopefully unbridled hedonism some other time would make up for it?

"So long as you're sure," Kathy said, reaching out to cup his face with a gentle hand. "If you're still uncertain about being ready..."

Yeah, she was kissing him now, because if she didn't have something to do with her mouth at that moment, she was was going to ruin everything.

And that served the purpose of shutting Ezra up, too, because otherwise he would've been likely to whisper things to ruin her composure. He could only uphold a coy act for so long before showing his true colors.

But hey, kissing. He could do that. He could do that very well.

Under the bed, Sarah's jaw was practically on the floor. Kathy, not just kissing, but instigating something more? Really?

But it was when her big sister reached for the hem of her shirt to start pulling it off that Sarah hit her breaking point. "No no!" she yelped, dragging herself out from under the bed. "Oh my god, I will never unsee it if you do anything more than that, stop!"

Rather than shout in surprise, Kathy just rolled over to face Sarah, eyebrow raised. "Really?" she asked, still lounging in Ezra's personal space, even if she did smooth her shirt back down. "Really, Sarah? Hiding under a bed? Spying? Come on now."

Sighing, she added, "I'm sorry, Ez. I hope she wasn't a terrible bother."

Ezra snickered. "Aww, I was looking forward to the show."

See how bothered he was.

Kathy nudged him gently with her elbow. "Like I was going to go any further than that, with my little sister under the bed," she said. "I'm only willing to go so far for a good joke."

"But how did you know I was here?" Sarah demanded. "I was hidden before you showed up!"

Rolling her eyes, Kathy said, "I knew something was weird as soon as Ezra called and asked me to come down and make out with him." Well...that was true enough, in its own way. The invitation hadn't been filled with explicit detail meant to get her thighs wet before she'd started down the first flight of stairs.

He was really going to have to make up for that later. It was no way to issue an invitation, if you asked him. Explicit was the way to go.

"Also, I told her," he filled in lazily. What? He had no problem with making that known.

"Also there was that," Kathy conceded, while Sarah sputtered. "But I wasn't going to do you dirty like that and just say so out loud."

And if she happened to lean back a bit more and brush her hand over the front of his pants on the phrase, 'do you dirty', well, that was just a thing that happened sometimes.

Ezra snickered. "Oh I'm pretty laidback about being done dirty," he said. Without too much smirking and thus too much innuendoing. "But it's appreciated all the same."

Or the touching was appreciated. One of those.

Kathy had enough ideas for various ways she could do him dirty that ratting him out for lying didn't need to be on the list.

"But you do kiss him," Sarah insisted. "I saw that!"

"Yes, yes, congrats on your sleuthing, Sarah Drew," Kathy told her. "We first kissed at a party about a year ago--"

"A party! You made out at a party?!"

"And I'd be inclined to tell you more if you hadn't just hidden in a friend's room like a creeper."

"Awww." Sarah was pouting now. "How about you, Ezra. Will you tell me more about what my sister gets up to around here?"

Ezra shook his head with a smile. "Sorry, no. It's in my best interest not to tattle on details, because I'd quite like for her to keep on getting up to things around here."

He was not sorry. All the getting up that got done was very close to his heart.

Well, some organ anyway.

"Augh, this is so unfair," Sarah pouted. "Nobody ever tells me anything."

"Cause we're trying to break you of your nosiness," Kathy told her. "Now scram. I actually do have to talk to Ezra for a minute, about more things that don't concern you."

Sarah brightened. "You mean--"

"Honestly, Sarah not every conversation needs to be about kissing. Quit being a weirdo and go grab your stuff from my room. It's almost time to head out."

"Whatever," Sarah said, flouncing out of Ezra's room. "Only you could make making out boring!"

"She just suggested some form of making out that involves me could ever be boring," Ezra noted, because he couldn't not. "I'm wounded."

"You are not allowed to chase her down and inform her all the ways she's vastly incorrect," Kathy told him, amused. "You'll just have to think of some way I can make up for her egregious insult and soothe your wounded...pride."

Ezra smirked at her. In a very much not-safe-for-sibling kind of way. He'd had to bottle that up for a moment, and now it was coming out.

"Well you could start by making sure the door gets locked. The key to a moment of soothing is making sure no one wanders in."

A good and responsible big sister would have demurred, pointed out Sarah was waiting and that she really didn't have the time to do anything that would require a locked door. But Kathy was getting awfully tired of being good and responsible, especially to protect her family's delicate sensibilities.

"Well, I would hate for someone to interrupt me making proper amends," she said, going over to his door to do just that. "I think you'll find me very eager to make this right."

And it didn't mean Ezra intended to do things that would take long! He was safeguarding against any possibility that her sister would decide to barge in again.

"And what do you have in mind to offer?"

He already had an idea of what he wanted to do right now. He just liked making her talk to him.

"Well, you did mention something about me riding you to climax earlier," Kathy said, running a finger along her lower lip. "Though I'm going to need a bit of attention if that's the route we're thinking of. Of course, there's nothing like having me go down on my knees and beg for forgiveness, if we're going a more traditional route." That finger slid into her mouth for a moment. "Though, since you're the injured party, it's entirely your call."

"I think I'm going to combine half of that with what I was already thinking of," Ezra decided, pushing himself up to sitting. Time to be a little more alert and active. "Lay down, darling."

"Oooh, do I get any hints about what you have in mind?" Kathy asked, doing as he said and laying down on his bed. "You know I love listening to you talk to me."

"Wouldn't you rather I get to it?" he asked with a smirk as he turned towards her and got on his knees. "We don't have too long, you know." He went to gently bend her legs, feet against the bed, as he shifted between them. "Your sister's waiting."

His hands slid to undo her pants.

"I could sit here and detail my plans for you ––" His fingers curled around the waitbands of her jeans and her underwear, and he smirked up at her while he urged her to push her hips up just a bit. "–– about how I plan to make you dripping wet in short order, then make you ride me hard and fast, maybe backwards so I can watch your ass as you're bouncing..."

He pulled her pants and underwear down. But, just past her knees. That was enough room for him to raise her legs for a moment, and duck down past said clothing items to get his head between her thighs, with her legs over his shoulders. They could get the jeans and the panties off from around her ankles later. They were safe against his back for now, along with her feet.

He smirked up.

"But wouldn't you rather experience it first-hand?"

He curved his hands along her thighs to part her further. Then gave her a long, slow lick.

Sure, Kathy could have given him a long explanation about how words were the easiest way to start getting her wet. Or she could have gone much simpler, with just a Yes! to his question about getting to experience it instead.

What she ended up doing was eschewing words entirely, sliding her hands into his hair and gasping out his name as his tongue found her. She flexed her hips towards him, urging him closer.

Ezra knew both of those things, anyway. He figured he'd done just enough with his words to get her started, though, and could do the rest through his actions.

And he wasn't about to object to getting closer, oh no. In fact, being as close as he could was instrumental for letting him tease at pushing his tongue further into her. In, then up over and between her folds, up to run a teasing circle around but not over her clit before his tongue traveled down again.

Only to do the trip again.

Several times. Enthusiastically.

It was true; after all, Kathy was hardly subtle about the things that turned her on. Especially now that Ezra had spent the better part of a year helping her discover some of what those were.

He had her damp before his tongue finished its first circuit, wet by the third, and moaning by the fourth. One of her hands detached itself from his hair to shove her shirt and bra up out of the way so she could play with her nipples that were crying out for attention.

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