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[rosarianoath]

[He’s heard plenty of noises these past months, but love is a very particular glue that will be plugging those sounds right against his inner ears. She’s beautiful. It pisses him off that he doesn’t do this every night. Why he doesn’t he keep her so busy that she can’t invite other men over? Why doesn’t he fill her up and empty her out day and night?

He’s so fucking hard, listening to her, feeling her convulse against his tongue, his lips. He doesn’t let her bask in it any more than he does. He gets up to his feet, puts a hand under each of her knees and pushes them back to her chest, splayed wide so she’s fully exposed to him. He looks down at her, wet and reddened, dripping down to the tight furl of her asshole, and feels pride. He lays his hard cock against her slick lips. It’d be teasing if he had any interest in that.]

Do you want me inside you again, Jill?

[noburden]

Always.

[She feels a little dizzy from fucking and coming both, but his cock is so hard against her that she's steadied.]

I'd keep you inside me forever if I could.

[He knows. Just as he knows she would have wanted to keep him in her arms until the end of her days even if he were shattered to a million pieces. He could have never bedded her again out of shame and she would have still loved him until the last.]

[rosarianoath]

[Forever. Some sentimentality cuts through the fog of base desire — imagine, being with her forever? — but being inside her now is a much headier prospect. He lines himself up with her, smearing their juices around, and eyes go to hers to see her reaction when he presses the head of his cock to her asshole.]

[noburden]

[There are parts of her left unexplored yet by him. Jill does give him a wary look, a pause in this frantic need to have one another.

But it's just a look before she reaches for his wrist to give an order.]

Fingers first.

[She's not adverse, she would simply rather not be split in two. She's well acquainted with the size of his cock.]

[rosarianoath]

[For one tempestuous beat, he looks like he might ignore her, especially with the way he keeps the pressure on… but he withdraws. He dips a finger into her wet cunt first, and the slickened skin slips into her to the first knuckle.]

I thought you wanted to feel it for weeks.

[But dry jokes aside, an injury would drive her from him faster than anything else. He takes his time, even if it makes him crazy to do so. It means something to feel her, to fuck her.]

We never watched that film…

[noburden]

[There's a huff of a laugh that settles into something lower, a sound of pleasure as he touches her. It's different, but she finds herself so hungry for his touch that anything feels like heaven.]

You took it with you, didn't you?

[When she was clearing out the apartment she didn't see it.]

[rosarianoath]

[He nods, attention drifting between his finger working in and out of her, and the shifting expressions on her face. His own chuckle is low, husky.]

I did. It’s downstairs.

[noburden]

[Of all the things to take through more than one move. Jill laughs, a strange flood of fondness rushing through her before she registers what it is--and quickly quiets herself.

This isn't about how they feel about one another. This is just sex, she tells herself. She shouldn't care that he kept that thing they got during one of the last good times together that she can recall.]

[rosarianoath]

[Her sudden quiet has him thinking he’s pushed too hard, too deep — the taper of his finger towards the crux, too much of a crook, something like that. He’s hesitant to withdraw when he can coax her through it, so he just sinks to his knees again and presses another kiss to her snatch, intending to lick her through slowly adding another finger.]

[noburden]

[Reflexively, she combs her fingers through his hair when he kisses her, body relaxed while her emotions swirl dangerously in her chest.]

I've dreamed of you in my bed so often.

[A sigh as he stretches her, and an easier admission than anything else heavy on her heart.]

[rosarianoath]

[He glances up at her, eyes bright under his dark bangs. She dreams of him? It settles on his mind and he groans comfortably against her as he continues to work her open.

Would it hurt her if he said he dreams of her every night?]

[noburden]

[Just a look, just a sound from him, melts her.]

So many times, I... [She trails off, body aching for more of him, and she indulges by pressing herself against him.]

I've thought of climbing into your bed.

[He's been so close to her, and closer now with after the flooding of the basement. She could just slide in next to him, let her hands travel over his body, and bask in his warmth.]

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[He draws in a sharp breath and takes his mouth from her, just briefly, his breath still hot on her. He asks, fingers scissoring briefly:]

Did you think I had the fortitude to turn you away? That I wouldn’t fold, sick of an empty bed?

[noburden]

[She didn't do it because it would be a mistake. A weakness. He decided that they were not to be, and so he lost the right to the comfort of her body while ripping away the comfort of his.

Yet here they are.]

Your bed hasn't always been empty.

[No, she doesn't think he's brought anyone here, but realistically... she knows there must be others. Who wouldn't want him, and were he lonely and not with her, why would he deny himself?]

[rosarianoath]

[He’s surprised by how immediately annoyed he is, how ruthless the feeling of having his feelings dismissed is. Perhaps it’s in part because it’s true —- he has known others —- but so has she.

He withdraws his fingers and takes his cock in hand as he gets up and looms over her.]

I’ve never taken pleasures with anyone under this roof other than you. Can you say the same?

[noburden]

[She reaches to pass her fingers over any part of him that she can reach. She looks up at him, a frown on her face.]

I can. It's only been you, unless my own hand counts.

[But she'd think of him, anyway.]

[rosarianoath]

[He doesn’t believe her. He doesn’t say it, but it’s there on his face as casts his gaze down over her wandering hands to what he’s doing: he wets his dick with their juices and returns its head to her asshole.]

[noburden]

[She can read him like a book. There's a sharp inhale of breath as she feels his cock, hands still roaming his skin.]

Other places. Not here. Never here.

[It's too disrespectful. ]

[rosarianoath]

[He pushes in; just the head feels like an intense amount of pressure to overcome, and he’s too busy gasping to reply for a moment. He creeps in, slow, cautious. It gives him a head rush. Finally, low:]

I saw him — your lover. I spoke to him in your kitchen.

[noburden]

[She's glad he worked her with his fingers. He feels almost impossibly big, but the last thing she wants is for him to stop. She takes a breath, looking at him, this close to a laugh while also feeling annoyed.]

I don't know how many times I have to tell you, Clive. Dion is not my lover.

[Please, she does not want to think about the man she loves as a brother while getting fucked. It leads to an immediate memory of Clive's bruised face.]

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Not Dion. [He doesn’t want to think about Dion either, albeit for different reasons. He thrusts shallowly, getting a thumb on her clit to rub slow circles on it, still bent over her. He clarifies:] The little one. The one with the mouth.

[noburden]

[She would moan at how he feels if she wasn't preoccupied with trying to figure out who he means. P? He would have said if he encountered Clive.

She shakes her head. Doesn't matter.]

I don't have a lover. I sleep with people because I'm lonely. Because I miss you. And I would never do it in the home you've given me, Clive.

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[The pressure intensifies. He closes his eyes every time he withdraws, and with a grunt he pushes in deeper. Touching as her words are, as troubling as they are, he knows his own intuition. He has to. He insists:]

The university man.

[noburden]

[Luis.

When? Jill can't think of when he had a chance to meet Clive. He hasn't said anything of it. But her mind is currently occupied by Clive's cock pushing deeper into her, and she sighs, pieces fitting into place.]

What I say is still true. Not here.

[Luis has a nice enough bed at his apartment.]

[rosarianoath]

[So he was right, if only about the nature of it. He’s quiet for a beat, just breathing as he fucks her, spurred on by this. Finally, he can’t resist asking:]

Is he a better lover?