defenderofdesmoines | MHA #2

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MHA #2 | Friday Evening

So, given that Annie was planning on throwing a super-early Christmas party here in two weeks and that she and Diego would be gone next week to see her family, it was completely reasonable for the apartment to already be kind of festive, right?

Whatever, Annie said it was and would be taking no questions, thank you. She hadn't gone totally overboard yet (had to save something for when they got back from Iowa, obviously!), but she had totally just adopted the habit of putting Christmas music on when she was home, and burning a Christmas candle (it smelled like wonderful Christmas treats that neither she nor Diego were capable of baking!) and there was totally a little stack in the corner of the living room of deliveries that had already commenced for the party. The return of Christmas kegs!

Right now, she was taking things into her own hands and winding a few strings of lights through each of her several houseplants (now safely inside and off the balcony, where they'd remain for the winter), and taking extra care with the spider plant that she had no reason to think wasn't the original spider plant from last spring.

"You know what," she mused aloud, "I think the lights might need to be a permanent thing, because you guys are looking great."

[for the guy who gets to live in Santa's workshop for the next month and a half.]

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"Me?" Diego said with a weak little laugh. She was the one who looked amazing right now. He squirmed a little more in Annie's hold, trying to keep his hips still so he wouldn't hurt her by accident.

Splitting his focus between what he was feeling and trying to hold back was just driving him crazier, honestly. "Annie, please."

Annie, who was starting to get pretty unable to focus herself, released one of his hands -- mostly because she needed to free up her own to slowly work over him while she caught her breath a little.

But, you know, she could work on giving one of his inner thighs a nice hickey while she was taking that breather, too. "Want me up there or to keep going?"

She was more than happy to stay where she was, but again with the knowing of everyone and their limits and also she was kind of going a little crazy, too.

"I need you," he panted, free hand going up to curl into his own hair. Still not touching, really. "Up here."

Annie pressed a soft kiss to the forming bruise she'd left on his leg and moved to make her way back up Diego's body, totally unconcerned with how incredibly eager she probably seemed. She'd teased him for awhile and while, yes, it was definitely having an effect on her, she also wanted to make sure he wasn't, like, literally tortured, here.

And the fact that he'd elected to touch himself rather than her when released actually kind of amazed her, even if at this point this felt like she was almost punishing herself. "I love you," she murmured, situating herself atop him again and leaning down to give him a kiss, just to regroup a little herself before giving everyone what they wanted.

"I love you too," he said softly before kissing her again. With her so close and having a hand free meant that he could resist trying to touch her this time, reaching out to cup her cheek.

As much fun as it was to hold him down, Annie had reached the point where she kind of needed to be touched, and that had her leaning into his hand with a soft sigh of appreciation.

She didn't linger long, though, because as nice as this was she also kind of needed more (and, like, just a guess that Diego probably did too.) And so with one last little stroke of her thumb against the inside of his wrist, she sat up a bit and released his other hand so she could use both of hers to line things up and carefully maneuver herself over him with a moan she didn't even try to suppress.

Look, everyone had been pretty patient, here. Moaning seemed more than warranted.

He couldn't (and would never) judge; he was letting out a loud moan himself as he felt her around him. Now that he had both hands free he was touching as much as he could to make up for lost time. He kept one hand on her face, stroking his thumb along her cheek.

Diego cupped her breast with the other hand, deciding he could be sweet and dirty at the same time.

Intermingling of sweetness and dirtiness was kind of their brand, honestly, and clearly it worked for Annie given how she was already arching against the hand on her chest and had brought a hand of her own up to cover his.

The one on her face, though, was getting a kiss pressed to its palm as she started rolling her hips, slow and steady and almost certainly not staying that way for long.

Diego groaned, lifting his hips up to meet hers, matching the slow and steady place. He squeezed her breast gently, having no intention to stop touching her now that he could.

He knew very well it wouldn't last for long, the question was who was going to be the one to break the slow rhythm first.

Annie, at least for the moment, was really enjoying the slowness since it gave her a bit of time to adjust to how amazing this all felt, especially given that she was fairly sensitive after all that denial and teasing and intent observation of Diego's reactions.

She tipped her head back with another throaty moan, reaching a hand back to rest on Diego's leg just to give herself some leverage to quicken her pace a little. Just a little.

"Fuck, you look so good," Diego panted. He wrapped one of his arms around her waist, keeping her steady as he sat up. He really couldn't stand not being pressed up against her after all the teasing. Kissing needed to happen immediately.

Oh, please, all the kissing. Annie shifted a little forward to meet him, one arm sliding up around Diego's shoulders to keep him close.

"You feel good," she whispered between kisses, trying to keep her rhythm going even as things started to feel kind of overwhelming and foggy and unfocused in all the best ways.

"So do you," he murmured, feeling more than a little needy at the moment. It was almost overwhelming right now. Diego tightened his hold on Annie, moving to flip them so he was on top.

It was going to be him that gave up on keeping things slow, surprise, surprise.

That was the absolutely perfect combination of being outrageously hot as a maneuver, but also providing Annie enough of a change that she was pretty confident she wasn't in as much danger of losing it too quickly, here.

"Fuck, I love you," she breathed, both legs immediately winding their way up around Diego as soon as she was on her back. As though a change in position would result in any change in clinging, please.

Diego's response was muffled against Annie's neck, but it was safe to say it was positive. As much as he enjoyed being teased, this what he liked best, being wrapped around each other completely.

His movements had sped up, but he still kept up a steady rhythm, pressing random kisses against Annie's neck. Just trying to savor this for a little while longer.

Annie's breathing was starting to turn a little shallow as she did her best to meet Diego and keep up with his rhythm. As much as she'd liked the teasing, now there was simply no touching him enough.

Her arms wrapped around his back, one hand sliding up along his neck and into his hair with light fingers, and her legs tightened around him a little as she lifted her head up to bite his shoulder just for an outlet, here. "Close."

Not there, mostly by sheer force of will to keep this going. But close.

"Me too," he mumbled, biting down on Annie's shoulder for a moment. There was barely any space between them, but he still managed to slide a hand between their bodies, fingers circling around her clit.

"Fucking perfect --" was all Annie really managed to get out in response to that very well-timed addition before everything was going taut and trembly and bright whether she was ready or not.

Her eyes lit up briefly before she was closing them in favor of burying her face against Diego's shoulder and trying to ride out her orgasm for as long as she could.

Diego moaned again, loudly, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt her tighten up around him. It took only a couple more hard thrusts of his hips before he was coming, immediately feeling himself go lightheaded over how intense it was.

He still managed to keep moving, uncoordinated as it was, trying to draw this out for the both of them.

Annie whimpered softly as she pressed a string of entirely uncoordinated kisses against Diego's shoulder and neck, and yeah, she was actually straight-up shaking under him with how intensely she'd came. Not a complaint. Like, the opposite of a complaint, actually, and Annie might even be able to come up with some sort of praise or comment once she managed to remember silly things like her own name and how to breathe.

For now, though, she was just running one shaky hand up along Diego's spine, gentle and soothing and affectionate. That much she could swing.

Diego sort of melted at that touch, relaxing against Annie with a contented sigh. It took him a few long moments to catch his breath, but soon he murmured, "I love you."

It had been kind of muffled the last time he said it.

"I love you, too." Sure, Annie had been audible before, but it still bore repeating. Especially when she was practically glowing with how good she felt right now. She nuzzled her face into Diego's neck, loving the feeling of his weight pressing her down into the bed. "You're actually amazing."

Like, fact. She would hear no arguments.

"We both are," he said, nipping her shoulder playfully. He shifted slightly so he was still mostly on top of Annie but not actively crushing her or anything. "That was so good."

As evidenced by the fact that the room still felt a little spinny.

It was super spinny, and good thing Annie didn't need to get up for a few minutes since she was pretty sure her legs no longer worked.

But she was perfectly capable of keeping that hand on Diego's back moving in idle, soft touches. That was about her speed at the moment. "That was incredible," she agreed, pressing a kiss to his jaw. "Christmas decorating really gets you going, huh?"

Diego laughed lightly, nuzzling against her neck. "You get me going."

MHA #2 | Friday Evening

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