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Room 210, Sunday Afternoon

Ava and Lock had meant to come visit this weekend. Or possibly Ava or Lock, since they were still being weird around each other. Because they were idiots. But in the end, neither ended up being able to come by. Some Coterie whatever, the usual. Alistair with an errand or something.

So, Ezra was spending his Sunday the way the gods had intended him to: by sprawling on his bed. And flirting with people over texts.

It was pretty great.

[ooc: Method RP as far as the doing nothing goes. Open!]

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His hand left a red mark on her skin that faded quickly, leaving just heat behind. And accompanying the swat was a rush of pleasure--maybe a reaction to the brief sting, maybe the feeling of doing something more risque than usual. She wasn't sure--and getting fucked hard and fast was hardly the time for introspection. All Kathy knew was that when his hand connected with her skin, she gasped, followed by a moan, and then bucked her hips against him. Her arms came forward to support her weight a little better and she shifted with them, giving him better access to her ass as she slammed against him again and again.

God this was good. She could feel the edge rushing toward her and she flung herself at it with abandon.

Ezra had taken a risk, and it had paid off spectacularly. To say he was pleased would've been an understatement. Not that he was expending much conscious thought towards that because he was much too busy feeling amazing and enjoying himself.

And also making sure she was still getting fucked hard and fast because he wasn't too far from the end, either, and he wanted to get her there before he was spent. Also, after getting those reactions? He would've been a fool not to keep slapping her ass. Firm. Unrelenting.

Even Kathy wouldn't have been able to tell him how she was going to react to being spanked. If anything, she probably would have demurred with a shrug and a, "That's not my thing."

Goes to show what she knew.

By the time she came around his dick, her ass was a bright pink and very sensitive. Her head was tossed back, mouth opened wide to suck in great lungfuls of air, and the sensation of the ends of her hair hitting the sensitized skin made her gasp again. She wondered if there was a handprint there that he could see, or if it was all a uniform color. Or she would, when she was capable of abstract thought again. All she knew right now was that her ass stung and the rest of her throbbed and it was all one was of pleasure-pain-pleasure that made her sad they didn't have time to explore this further.

Wasn't really a handprint, but wasn't really just a big area of uniform pink, either. He could sort of make out the shape of his palm on there. Multiplied by a few times.

He should know. It was what he was staring at when he buried himself in her one last time as he came with a satisfied growl.

It was also what really made him want to keep her here instead of sending her off. He wasn't going to, but God how he wanted to.

Kathy would be pleased to hear that, should he decide to mention it. And, honestly, if it wasn't Sarah waiting for her, if it were just her parents, she be tempted to just say fuck it to everything and do just that.

He'd made her greedy, easy to satisfy but hard to sate, her body responding to one orgasm with Oooh, that was great, where are the rest?

You were making the prospect of going to college and fucking normal guys a real disappointment, Ezra.

"This," she said, voice shaky, "we're revisiting this some time."

In honor of that, Ezra did something non-lazy for once: he pushed himself upright into more of a sitting position, so he could press a kiss against her back.

And another by her ear. "Mmm. Someone likes getting spanked, and we will most definitely be revisiting it."

Kathy smiled at the kisses, before leaning backwards to press one to the underside of his jaw.

Which was immediately followed by a sharp nip because she couldn't resist. Much like Ezra himself, dammit.

"I don't know if I'd like just getting turned over your knee or whatever," she said. "...But I'm more willing to try it now to see."

"It's also perfectly okay if it's just an extra thing in the heat of the moment," Ezra told her, nuzzling the side of her face a little. "That's mostly my personal preference, anyway. But I also tend to find hot whatever my partner finds hot."

If Kathy had to put it to words, she'd say what he liked best was enthusiasm.

Kathy sighed, relaxing against him, her legs still spread wide over his. "Why can't I stay here like this and have you place with my nipples while we discussed trying to find other things I didn't know I liked?" she asked. "I'm still wet enough for another round and it strikes me as dreadfully unfair that I can't."

Ezra wrapped an arm around her for support. And/or some of his stray affection. He kissed her neck. "Because your sister is waiting for you, dumpling," he said. "It seems unfair to her that I should keep you here just so I could list dirty things in your ear. Play with your nipples and maybe finger you to another glowing orgasm."

He wasn't helping.

"It's my stupid sister's fault that I'm here at all," she said and if her voice and breathing were uneven, it was entirely his fault. "Some day, I'm going to have to visit and have you prove that it is possible to just fuck the whole day away. That might make up for having to cut today short."

Not that she was moving right yet. Well, at least, not that we was moving away. Her still-tender ass was rubbing against him, ever-so-slightly.

He brushed his hand over her breast because he could. "Well, you know my schedule is always open for that kind of thing. I have a lot of free days. And a lot of tricks up my sleeve."

Her nipple hardened instantly, to the shock of no one at all.

"But Ezra," she said with mock-confusion, "who says I'll be letting you wear clothes at all?"

Ezra snickered. While idly pinching that nipple because hi. "Damn, I guess I'll have to keep all my tricks out in the open, then."

Hi was an excellent reason for that. And so was the low groan that accompanied the pinch.

"You make it very hard to be responsible, Ezra," she told him in a low voice. She was still splayed out and naked and it was only the knowledge that her sister might come looking for her at any moment that was keeping her from bringing his hand in between her thighs.

"I could probably have you coming around my fingers in a matter of minutes, you know," Ezra told her in a low voice right by her ear. His other hand snuck around her and down along her stomach. "Just say the word."

Helping!

THEY NEEDED TO DISCUSS YOUR DEFINITION OF HELPING HERE, EZRA.

"Except then I'll want to return the favor," Kathy pointed out, even as her hips unconsciously yearned towards his hand. "You know how I get when the opportunity to have you in my mouth...arises."

Maybe puns would kill the mood?

With Ezra? That was probably misplaced optimism.

"Then I'd just send you on your way with your craving," he replied easily. "You could come back later and suck me as dry as you'd like."

"Mmm, to be denied what I want for hours and made to wait?" Kathy said, nudging his hand further down. "I'll likely be insatiable. Definitely greedy. You might not get any sleep tonight. You prepared for that, lazybones?"

"I can live with that," he said, sliding his hand all the way down between her legs. Didn't waste any time before running his fingertips right over her, either. "I'll let you suck me off and I'll go down on you to make your legs shake, and I'll take you on your hands and knees so I can spank your ass some more."

Two of his fingers sunk into her.

And found her soft and welcoming, coating his fingers in the slick proof of her appreciation of his words. "And when you're in my mouth, I want you thrusting almost as hard as when you're inside me," she said. "With your hands pulling my hair and your--your hands..." She was getting distracted.

Too bad, Ezra was quite intrigued by that and wished to hear more. "So you want it a little rough, hmm?" he asked, as his fingers curved inside her, then began to pull out, only to thrust back in. He planned to get to quick and hard very soon, but he was giving her a few slower thrusts first. "I think it could be even said you want me to fuck your mouth, Kathy. With my hands in your hair, guiding your head. Anything else?"

"I want to hear you," Kathy said thickly. "I want to hear how good it feels, how turned on you are, and how close you're getting. I want you to get me wet just by talking about how needy I make you."

"I can do that," he told her, as his fingers picked up speed. Pushing in amd pulling out and not forgetting to curve while they were at it. "I can tell you all about how good it feels to be in your mouth. How hot and wet it is. How absolutely sexy you look with your lips wrapped around my cock. How it makes me lose my mind when you suck on the tip."

His other hand pinched her nipple.

"It'll be less coherent towards the end, of course. Once I'll be close to climax I'll just want to screw you so hard you'll feel the friction on your lips for the rest of the day."

"And that's when I'll have to decide..." She interrupted herself with a quiet keen, her hands splayed across her breasts, tugging slightly on her nipples. "...Whether to let you come right away or to toy with you and keep you on the edge for a bit."

You had done this, Ezra. This was a monster of your own making.

"Of course, depending on the grip you have in my hair, I may not get much of a choice in the matter, hmm?" And that was accompanied by a sharp grind of her hips against his hand.

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