firstofitskind | MHA #6, Monday Morning

MHA #6, Monday Morning

After a couple of weird and busy weekends, in that order, it had been nice to have one that was just... normal. As normal as Fandom ever gets, anyway. So, you know. Nice, normal weekend, and hopefully a nice, normal week following it...

The weird thing, though, was that Liam was sleeping in. Really sleeping in, and not his usual "woke up and went for a run and then crawled back into bed to snuggle" or "woke up and read for a few hours", either. Genuine, honest-to-god, asleep sleeping in. Which was definitely the first clue that something was amiss, because that only ever happened on those weekends. You know the ones.

Except this was a Monday. And everyone knew the weird shit didn't happen on Mondays (unless the island was hopping through various alternate realities, of course.). So Liam could possibly be forgiven for not having any idea that anything was strange just yet, sleepily reaching for Verity to pull her in closer.

[ooc: for the girl. you know the one. and soooo much SP because work is a butt.]

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That kiss turned into a tentative lick, Verity's tongue flickering over the hard bud. "Your shorts are soaked," she noted. "I can feel how wet you are."

It was it's own kind of sexy, she discovered. Like feeling how hard Liam got when he was pressed up against her.

And her tongue over his nipple was not new, exactly, except it was, it had never felt like this before. “For you, babe. Because of you.”

"What do you need?" Verity asked, before turning that lick into a soft suckle. Just for a moment, maybe even two. Testing it out, as it were.

It was something she knew she liked...

She was the only one who ever asked him that. Not just about sex, but... in general. And every damn time, his emotions ran the complicated-but-mostly-positive gamut. This was no exception. Although the feeling of her lips on him just now was, uh. Distracting him from the question. Let’s go with that.

It was an important question, one that Liam deserved to be asked on a regular basis. Not even because he was special to her, but just because he was a person.

But right now?

Just because she wanted to hear him say it.

(And, okay, a little guidance, too.)

And he would say it, once he could find the words.

"You," he gasped out. "Your mouth. Lower. Please."

Because he knew how much she loved it, when he made her come with just his tongue. Wanted to experience it for himself. But there was also a trickle of hesitation there, wondering if it was maybe too much, too fast...

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Yeah. Verity was also hesitating, going still for a long moment. That was a jump, to say the least.

At the same time, that please. She'd asked him - and he'd answered. And--

"C'n also keep doing- what you're doing now," Liam offered. And there was nothing shading that statement, no implication that he'd be disappointed if that's what she decided.

"Hang on a sec," Verity said, leveraging herself up and off Liam. "I have a compromise."

“Oh?” Liam asked, biting back a distressed noise at the sudden loss of contact. “What’s that?”

Verity padded over to the drawer where they kept certain items, far from the prying eyes of tiny rodents. And there, washed and neatly tucked away, was the strap-on they used for other kinds of play.

"I think this is something else you haven't gotten to experience quite the same way I do," Verity said, reaching for the lube and condoms as well. Probably woouldn't need the former, but old habits died hard. "And it's something I've gotten pretty good at..."

Something she could feel confident about, as she worked her way up to other things.

"Now... why didn't I think of that?" Liam mused.

Because you were so caught up in new sensations, you were thinking with your oth- wait.

Verity tsked, coming back to the bed and sliding the harness up over her slim hips. "I dunno," she said, watching Liam's face as she slowly unrolled the condom over the toy. "I haven't even had my coffee yet."

Watching her get ready was always so goddamn hot, and this morning was no exception, although the promise of that new way of experiencing the strap-on had him practically writhing on the bed in anticipation.

"Lookit you, not even helping," Verity chided, a playful smirk on her face. "You could at least be checking to see if you're wet enough yet."

So bossy, Verity.

Just the way he liked it, honestly.

Obligingly, he slid his shorts off, and then let one hand explore, fingers probing at that wet heat between his thighs. "Think so," he mused. "But then again, you're the expert there..."

"I dunno," Verity teased. "You're the one who's usually checking to see."

Also on her demand.

Still, Verity leaned back and deliberately slid her fingers through his wetness, pausing to brush against that tiny nub. And again. And again. And again.

Liam's cries grew increasingly more frantic as she continued to touch him, wordless moans mixed in with calling out her name like it was practically a benediction.

Verity couldn't very well stop now, not even to trade out her fingers for the toy. So she kept going, using some of the moves that she preferred when fingers were in play.

Look, having her name cried out like that was a hell of an enticement.

And that feeling kept getting more intense, to the point where Liam started to literally glow.

Not the about-to-initiate-a-Joining (or as Verity liked to call it, "going purple") glow. But the soft white pulse of the Kimera language. Brighter and brighter as pleasure coursed through him from his core to the tips of his toes, until-

Until he collapsed back on the bed with one sharp, final cry.

Verity was a goddamn wordsmith, all right?

"Looks like I never have to ask if you came," she teased, stretching out beside him and watching as he came down from the peak. "What was that?"

Liam huffed out a soft laugh, stretching languidly as the aftershocks of that orgasm continued to ripple through him.

"Forgot how to English, s'all," he murmured sheepishly.

"And here I was, worried about my first lesbian encounter," Verity teased, as she crawled over his prone body, silicon dick bobbing. "Shall I take that as 'oh god, oh yes, Verity yes!'?"

“That was pretty much the gist of it, yes,” Liam said, grinning up at her. The discussion on sex, gender, and sexuality... he’d leave for another time. Another, less naked time. “Not quite what I’m used to.” And not the same as experiencing it secondhand through her, either.

For the best, because she'd been riffing on her earlier insecurities. Liam was a man, regardless of the shape he wore, there was no confusion on that point.

Not even when she was angling her hips to thrust home.

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