thewordofweb | [Night Two]

[Night Two]

I cannot believe he fucking heckled me.

...That's about the only thing that comes to mind as I sit there with the brush and shove it through the long hair, still figuring out how I'm going about this. This, this being whatever attachments have fused and grown firmer in our time here and through yesterday (however you explain that) and this morning (I'm not sure if we can explain that away, given our sobriety) and now I'm standing at the door we share in a strapless red number that cuts down to my ankles and my bare feet press against the wooden floor.

There is a very set plan about this and I might have even stolen some products for the night, pressing pink to lips and smudges to eyes in a simplistic way the likes that Oscar Wilde would have very much approved of (it's really almost as if this place and these events would have fit so perfectly in his novels). So there I am, with a plan, and with a single knock on Joe's door, it's not going to reverse, now.

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"You," he says, leaning in the doorway. "Not that I'm sayin' that's not a fine ass, because it is, but I was talking about the general..."

He loses the words and just watches Web for a moment.

"I was talking about you."

I freeze at that admission and stare right back at him, unable to say that I'm aware of what this current is called that's swept us up with it. It's scary and thrilling all at once and I smooth my hands out over the dress, almost expecting to see thick fingers with hair interspersed and there's only slender digits to be found.

The backs of my knees hit the bed and I stay there, watching him and waiting for him, wanting to know what comes next. "You look good," I get out, feeling breathless suddenly. "I already said amazing. Incadescent, really."

It's all too much and it's all out of hand and Joe can't bring himself to care. Not right then. He's done enough caring. His heart has been heavy with care. And he's done with it. He crosses the boat, pressing his body flush against Web's.

"I want to know what's under that dress," he murmurs, brushing his lips against Web's in a kiss so soft than it's barely there at all.

"Maybe it's nothing at all," I blatantly lie with just a hint of mischief in my voice as I catch Joe's eyes, the brown of which seemed to almost shimmer from where I'm standing and my fingers slowly traverse up his waistcoat, starting to pop buttons loose one by one.

Here we go again, I think, and can't help but feel as though we deserve this.

"Liar," says Joe, his hand skimming down over the curve of Web's ass, thumb rubbing against the definite outline of underwear there. He swallows, a little bit breathless and bends to kiss Web again, just a dip of his head.

"You're not the type to not be wearing panties, Webster."

"I might just surprise you," is my determined response, because Joe constantly gets this flare of stubbornness out of me and I just can't help myself. Of course, I can't help myself but to indulge in this kiss either and I press firmly against his lips, until I can tip him over the bed and crawl into a straddle atop him, nearly pouncing.

Joe doesn't know how to say that he's constantly surprised these days, so it's easy enough to let Web push him back, one leg bent to press firmly between Web's legs. He pushes on hand into tousled dark hair, tugging lightly, his other hand pulling at the fabric of Web's dress, yanking it up.

There's a zipper somewhere on the back and I twist my body enough for Joe to find it, tipping my head forward and letting hair fall over my face in the meantime, ready for Joe to press that knee up and maybe habit from before is still in me because I grind down against it, as if expecting friction. Meanwhile, I'm still entrenched in kissing him, my objective solely to enjoy this while I may.

Joe finds the zipper easily enough, tugging it down and finding deep red satin stretched tight across Web's back. He grinds his hips up against Web's smirking against his mouth. He's got a party trick, one he hasn't had a chance to practice for a really long time.

He tilts his head back, biting his lip, concentrating for just a moment while he unhooks the bra one handed. He makes a small, triumphant sound and grins up at Web.

"Still got it."

While he's celebrating his smashing accomplishments, I'm busy pinning him fully to the bed with one hand on each of his shoulders, leaning over top of him with my lips parted and a heavy breath to each inhalation, curls falling over my face and forming a curtain as I lean down and hover just inches from his lips (mouth still wide, fingers curling against his clothed shoulders and bunching fabric). "Should I applaud?" I whisper at him, as if it's some big secret.

The bra falls away when Web bends, which means that Joe only has to shift one hand before he's cupping a warm breast, still grinning up at Web as he lifts his head, looking for a kiss.

"You could at least look a little impressed."

It's like a puppy when it yearns for affection, I think, as I bend to press a kiss to his lips and wiggle out of the remainder of the dress, one hand shoving at fabric until all that's left is a pair of red satin underwear attached to suspenders and stockings, caught in the midst of brushing at Joe's clothed leg. "I am very," I assure, voice low, "very impressed," I inform him, kissing past his neck and sliding lower, unbuckling his trouser buttons and pushing the zipper down as I do.

Now this, this is my party trick.

I slide his pants and underwear down, brushing my hair to the side before I bow my head low and take him deep in a smaller mouth, feeling the pinch already.

He shoulda known Web was going to be good at this. He might've known, if he'd ever given it any thought, but he hadn't and he doesn't now, either. He lets his body do what it wants, which is rock up into the warm wet of Web's mouth, though not too deep, fingers brushing against dark curls.

I have to adjust in order for things to work well and I slide slowly in and out, in and out, and the constant repetition grows soothing for me as I continue this trend and I have to admit that while it's only been six months since I last did this, there's something to be sad for getting to perform good oral on someone you actually like.

And Joe...well.

I press my lips tight around his cock and slide out, letting my tongue coax and curve and press against his head.

Yeah, Web's frighteningly good at this and Joe ain't going to think too hard about whether that's the broad's body or something else entirely. He isn't thinking too much at all as he groans softly and rocks his hips up to Web's mouth again.

The last time he'd had this was England, and, fuck, you don't realise how much you miss some things until you're suddenly getting them again, do ya?

As if to protest that I'm going to keep control of this, my hands suddenly find his hips and push the bare skin back down to the bed with a firm thrust, one hand sliding lower to simply press and push gently at his balls while my mouth and tongue are working in tandem to bring him some kind of pleasure.

He's bigger than I'm used to. Maybe it's the mouth, but I don't think it's all that. I think that Liebgott has got the doctors and the Harvard boys beat, but I won't be telling him that, lest I stroke the ego so hard that it pops.

Joe's ass slams back into the couch and he gets this electric shock that goes straight from his throat to the tip of his dick and he groans, louder this time, letting Web set the pace.

At this rate, it's not going to take long.

"I wanna fuck you," he mumbles, the words all but getting lost on the tail of a moan.

I slide out. Not really. Not fully. I slide out enough so his dick is pocketed slightly against my mouth yet, but I have the function to speak and I mumble a 'not yet' before going back to work, a slight angle change before I pull out and press up at his thighs to get at his balls with my mouth, ready to lavish attention if I need to, here.

He squirmed, one hand fisting in the sheet over his head, one leg crooking to give Web easier access and his breath is coming as panting, his head tipped back as far as it can go.

"Jesus, you're fucking good at this," he gasps.

I part and simply stare at him before leaning down and unclasping the little attachments that are keeping the stockings on. "Not my first time," I admit in a hush, as if Liebgott hearing it will somehow burst his bubble and make him want this much, much less. But before I give him a chance to do that, I take him deep in my mouth again, jaw aching for the lack of room I have to do this.

Joe'd have to be an idiot not to figure that out, and he ain't thinking aout what i means, right now. He just rocks up into Web's mouth, and he don't need muh more of it.

"Fuck, I'm nearly there," he mumbles, because Joey Liebgott was bought up right and, though his Ma might not have anything to do with it, that means he don't come in a girl's mouth without any warning at all.

There's plenty to think about when Joe says something like that and really, the only reason I suck harder and seal tighter is the 'I do not want to make a mess of my boat' thought, especially when the machines are so very far away. So swallow I will, clasping his hips tighter as I let Joe do whatever he wants as he falls over the edge.

It takes another breath, no more than that, before Joe's coming into Web's mouth and he's given up caring if it's right or wrong or queer or any number of things and he's just lost in it.

His fingers tighten in Web's hair and he just gets lost.

I haven't worn makeup for this event, which is for the best because my cheeks flush as pink as rouge could do and my lips are swollen and reddened by the task of sucking him off and every time I swallow, little tears blot my lashes and make them deeper and darker.

By the time I ease away and stare up at Joe (open-mouthed), I hardly know what to expect, anymore.

Web lifts his head and Joe lifts his and there's this moment where they're both staring and nobody's saying anything and then Joe half sits up, reaching to curl his fingers around the back of Web's neck to draw him in for a kiss that tastes of his come and that's obscene but he only makes him want it all more.

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