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leather, pooling

by sugargroupie

NC-17, 1412 words

Summary: she did this to him, and he couldn? hold the words back.

Disclaimer: Not mine; O'Bannon, Henson, Kemper, et. al.

Notes: written for Oxoniensis' Porn Battle V, with the prompt: leather. Many thanks to Kernezelda for the beta. Mistakes are mine.

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Her leathers were slung just low enough on her hips to give his hand some wiggle room. John laid his palm flat on Aeryn's pelvis and pressed back until her ass was perfectly aligned with his hips; cock and cunt separated by mere layers of clothing.

Aeryn's fingers wrapped tightly around his wrist as she set to guide his hand further between her thighs, but John had been waiting for this all day, and he was not to be rushed.

He teased her instead, because Aeryn was so rarely on the receiving end of things. "Now, I know what you're thinking," he murmured, letting his warm breath ghost against the curve of her neck. He brushed a kiss on her skin, then bit down gently when she rocked her hips and sent his hand an inch lower.

John shook his head but let his fingers hover right there, testing her; teasing them both. "Uh-uh, that's cheatin'."

"Frell you," rolled easily off her tongue like sweet nothings, but there was no sting to the words.

She'd never be the type to call him sweetheart or honey, and that was fine with him. He was more than happy to pick up the slack. John dug his chin into her shoulder, pressed his mouth flat against the nearest patch of skin and hummed. "Oh baby, I love it when you talk dirty," he said, biting his lip to keep the grin from spreading. She did this to him, made him spout nonsense without thought, like his tongue couldn't hold the words back. He felt the shape of her smile against his cheek and moved to kiss the corner of her mouth.

Aeryn turned her head and he kissed her full on the lips. They were soft and warm, and just a little moist from where she'd licked them seconds before. She kissed him hard, prying his mouth open with her lips and slipping her tongue inside, forcing him to sink further still into the kiss, as if he'd even think of pulling away from her now.

One of her hands tightened reflexively on his thigh, fingers digging into the leather, kneading the muscle beneath. The other was still on his wrist, inching beneath her underwear until John could feel the warmth of her arousal. He capitulated with a groan in her mouth and delved his fingers completely between her thighs.

Good god... John didn't think he'd ever tire of that first touch when his eager fingers met Aeryn's pussy. Didn't think he'd ever get over that momentary alarm that she was letting him touch her this way, encouraging him to do his level best to get her off, because she loved his hands and mouth on her body; and he loved the way she stretched around him, closing around his cock like she meant for him to stay buried inside.

They'd get to that part all too soon, but for now John didn't want to rush it. He opened his eyes as he broke the kiss, felt her soft breath on his mouth while he eased his finger between the folds of her body and pushed up until he could go further.

Aeryn grunted when he met resistance, her lips widening in a slow smile as he began to thrust his finger in and out. She stared at him with heavy lidded eyes, blinking hard when he added another finger. "Harder," she murmured, and he complied. He never could deny Aeryn a damn thing.

John was just settling into a smooth rhythm when Aeryn jerked out of his embrace and turned to face him, giving him a deep, languid kiss that was as rare as Aeryn asking for slow sex. He was usually the one putting the brakes on things, wanting to take his time. But sometimes it was Aeryn, and just like now, it always took him by surprise.

She pulled away and licked her lips, and John felt dazed, like she'd slipped him something beneath her tongue. He was only vaguely aware of her fingers plucking at the fastenings on his pants, so focused was he on her thumb tracing the outline of his cock beneath the leather. Stealthy, he thought with pride.

"Come here," she demanded quietly, hooking her fingers in his belt loops and pulling him forward. With each tug he felt the waist of his pants loosen, sliding down his hips. He jumped a little when he felt the coolness of her hands on his bare ass, and damn... somehow she'd managed to slip her hands beneath his briefs.

John reached for the zipper of her vest and pulled down slowly. His pants and underwear fell with a plop around his ankles and suddenly he couldn't get to Aeryn's skin fast enough. He jerked the leather down her arms and flung it over his shoulder. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to him, immediately seeking her neck with his lips, nibbling kisses up her throat to her mouth. She gave a breathless laugh when he licked the seam of her lips, parting them further with his tongue before kissing her hard.

Aeryn took his hands in hers and covered her breasts, squeezing his fingers over the firm flesh. Her nipples hardened against his palms and he rubbed them gently while she deepened the kiss with teasing strokes of her tongue. He pulled away roughly and closed his mouth over her breast, sucked hard on her nipple until she cried out.

He heard her urging, "More," hotly in his ear as he kissed and sucked all over her body, leaving a trail of stubble burn on pale skin. It wasn't the first time they'd gotten so caught up in frelling each other that those last items of clothing didn't matter; and he hoped like hell it wouldn't be the last.

Aeryn climbed gracefully onto the bed first, immediately reclining against the sheets as she leaned back on her elbows. John fell forward, his leathers and briefs still around his ankles, and gathered himself until he was on his knees, facing Aeryn. With her legs spread before him, she said his name as he crawled closer and then he was insinuating himself between her thighs, rubbing his dick against her wet cunt. She guided him inside her and lifted her legs up straight in front of him. John sank further, and she was so tight and wet around him he just wanted to remain still for a moment. But Aeryn shifted her hips impatiently and he straightened his back, penetrating her even more deeply as he locked her legs in a grip to his chest.

He began with slow thrusts, watching a myriad of expressions sweep across her face. Her limber body curved against the bed, her ass seated on his thighs, looking almost painful. But her eyes were shining, and he could tell that this position, this level of penetration was good for her; it was exactly what she wanted, and her fingers clenched at his hips in encouragement. Aeryn's skin flushed as he built a rhythm, her mouth opening, releasing a deep moan as he set his thumb against her clit, rubbing there with each down stroke.

Jesus, he thought to himself, because he couldn't form words at that point. Sweat dripped down his face, perspiration lingered between her breasts and around her hairline. And then she was pulling him in, muscles clenching around him (so close, so close), nearly knocking him off balance.

John felt himself keeling forward, and Aeryn folded her legs in, let them slide down on the bed just as he caught himself by his hands on either side of her head. The momentum snatched his breath, and so nothing spilled from his open mouth as he came, but he imagined it would've been loud and guttural.

He had the presence of mind to keep his fingers on her clit, massaging while he sucked on her lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth until she shuddered against him.

John laid his forehead against Aeryn's, slid his nose along hers until she sighed softly against his cheek, and rolled away from her and onto his side. His ankles were hot, and it was only after he forced his head up to look that he remembered his leathers and underwear were still at his feet.

Lazily kicking himself free from the confinement, he sighed heavily, his mouth lifting in a tired smile as Aeryn snickered beside him.

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