"We have to drink water," Claire said, and Matt made a grunting, snuffling sort of noise of agreement. He was lying facedown on the floor in the living room, which really just highlighted his - that fucking ass, Claire thought, it was unreal, she wanted everything. Didn't think she could focus long enough to actually get a strap on, because she was just. She was really warm and really tingly, and it was hard to stick to a plan -
-water, right, but -
"Could I fuck you, you think?" she asked, getting a glass from the cupboard. She drank one straight off, gulping noisily; some of it spilled and trickled down her throat. She shuddered, and then, because asking seemed to relieve some of the tipsy pressure in her head. "I have a strap on, and it seems fair - you've been doing most of the work -"
Matt groaned with real delight, and his back arched and ass went up in the air; oh. "Yeah," he said, eyes closed, lashes dark and wet in the dim light from the lamp, "you could, but - ah - but Foggy and Karen are a couple blocks away, they have to pay the taxi driver and then - and then, if it's all the same to you, I want." He sighed; she walked into the living room and he pushed himself to his knees. Didn't bother opening his eyes; she could see how flushed he was, that his eyelashes were damp. "I want the real thing," he said. Leaned into her, hard, and Claire would never experience anything like Matt did, but the musky sweating heat of him hit her like she hadn't already gotten hers three times over already.
right, she thought, and slapped his cheek, lightly; his head rolled back to her open palm. "Drink water," she said. When she put the glass to his mouth he opened up like she was a locksmith, and drank the whole thing down without stopping. The muscles in his throat worked rhythmically; she couldn't remember wanting this much without any pain attached in years. Everything felt hyper-real and dreamy at the same time, it was -
Whatever this is, she thought, this is not -
- but Matt was talking, rubbing his cheek into her open hand; she couldn't help petting him, just a little; his cheekbone was hard and his skin was soft under her thumb. "I meant it," he said, still smiling, "you should let Foggy eat you out, I just want - someone in me - oh, but then Karen will be lonely -"
"I think I can handle that," Claire said.
(whew! uh. ok. A CLIFFHANGER - don't worry, friend, spoilers: everybody gets high on sex drugs and is happy - but I gotta go to work and writing the sex with four people is trickier than two. uh. OMG op, it turns out this is an AMAZING PROMPT sex pollen is incredible <3 <3)
Re: Matt/Claire/Karen/Foggy: sex pollen, teamwork more more
"We have to drink water," Claire said, and Matt made a grunting, snuffling sort of noise of agreement. He was lying facedown on the floor in the living room, which really just highlighted his - that fucking ass, Claire thought, it was unreal, she wanted everything. Didn't think she could focus long enough to actually get a strap on, because she was just. She was really warm and really tingly, and it was hard to stick to a plan -
-water, right, but -
"Could I fuck you, you think?" she asked, getting a glass from the cupboard. She drank one straight off, gulping noisily; some of it spilled and trickled down her throat. She shuddered, and then, because asking seemed to relieve some of the tipsy pressure in her head. "I have a strap on, and it seems fair - you've been doing most of the work -"
Matt groaned with real delight, and his back arched and ass went up in the air; oh. "Yeah," he said, eyes closed, lashes dark and wet in the dim light from the lamp, "you could, but - ah - but Foggy and Karen are a couple blocks away, they have to pay the taxi driver and then - and then, if it's all the same to you, I want." He sighed; she walked into the living room and he pushed himself to his knees. Didn't bother opening his eyes; she could see how flushed he was, that his eyelashes were damp. "I want the real thing," he said. Leaned into her, hard, and Claire would never experience anything like Matt did, but the musky sweating heat of him hit her like she hadn't already gotten hers three times over already.
right, she thought, and slapped his cheek, lightly; his head rolled back to her open palm. "Drink water," she said. When she put the glass to his mouth he opened up like she was a locksmith, and drank the whole thing down without stopping. The muscles in his throat worked rhythmically; she couldn't remember wanting this much without any pain attached in years. Everything felt hyper-real and dreamy at the same time, it was -
Whatever this is, she thought, this is not -
- but Matt was talking, rubbing his cheek into her open hand; she couldn't help petting him, just a little; his cheekbone was hard and his skin was soft under her thumb. "I meant it," he said, still smiling, "you should let Foggy eat you out, I just want - someone in me - oh, but then Karen will be lonely -"
"I think I can handle that," Claire said.
(whew! uh. ok. A CLIFFHANGER - don't worry, friend, spoilers: everybody gets high on sex drugs and is happy - but I gotta go to work and writing the sex with four people is trickier than two. uh. OMG op, it turns out this is an AMAZING PROMPT sex pollen is incredible <3 <3)