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There are just some things in the world that shouldn't be what they are.

For instance, I am sure that when I went to bed with my arms around Joe's waist, I hadn't worn red silk boxers, I hadn't strewn the bed with rose petals, and Joe wasn't wearing those...well, those. The bed, even, is dressed in different sheets and I rub at my eyes and sit up, trying desperately to ignore the fact that there are candles burning in the dim light of dawn and soft classical music playing.

"Fuck," I whine softly and yank at the covers (which have inexplicably turned to red silk), burying myself under them with a groan and de-settling too many rose petals to explain, ignoring the orchids and roses in vases around the room. I press my face against Joe's bare back and let out a muffled sound, trying to ignore the fact that I'm fairly sure I saw baby oil sitting on the dresser under a stack of love poetry.

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I nod rapidly, because it feels better than I had ever expected. I thought maybe that it would be weird having to coach Joe through it all, but I don't have to say a word and god, it feels so good. "Yes," I exhale shakily. "Oh god, Joe, yes. Just...more? Please, more?"

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"More what?" says Joe, teasing, though his hand obeys the instruction, fingers tightening, stroking quicker, thumb rubbing over the head of Web's dick.

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The smallest of whimpers escapes me and I stare at Joe with need clear on my face, hips pushing up into his hand. "Joe, please, more. Harder. Please." I'm desperate and I need more, but I don't really need much before it'll all be too much.

Oh god, how does Joe Liebgott manage to overwhelm me so wholly? "Joe," I gasp. "Liebgott. Please."

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Joe's wrist works smoothly, the skin under his fingers smooth and hot and slick. The movement of Web's hips means that he's fucking Joe's fist, and JOe ccan't explain how hot that is, or why it would be so hot, just that it undeniably is.

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I bite my lower lip as he works at me, sighing heavily and staring at Joe with half-lidded eyes. "Almost," I promise, still shaky as anything. "Oh, god..." And slowly, very slowly, I feel it approaching until it strikes me suddenly out of nowhere.

"Fuck," I whimper, getting Joe's name out in a moan. And then, then, I come. Heavy and spent, I sag heavily onto the silk sheets, unable to move much. "You're getting really,, really good at this."

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It splashes hot and sticky across Joe's belly and he moans, softly, his hand still stroking until Web moves out of his grasp.

"What can I say?" he says, with a broad, shit-eating grin. "I've always been a fast learner."

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I lie there and stare at Joe, exhaling softly and pillowing my head with my arm, exhaling as I look at him. "So," I murmur, grabbing a hand-towel from beside the bed and leaning over to start cleaning Joe up, kissing his neck. "I'll go to the boat. You can have the rest of the day to yourself, but I need my hair done."

I grin up at him teasingly. "Might have a big date."

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"Oh, you might?" Joe grins and passes one hand through Web's thick, dark hair.

"Yeah. I guess I can do somethin' with it."

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I grin at him, leaning into the touch heavily. "Besides, maybe I like the feel of your fingers in my hair," I point out, voice low as I help to rebutton Joe's shirt and put his vest back on, sitting up to head to his chair.

I give a soft whine as I sit and wait. "Just don't get me too riled?" I call over to him in the other room.

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Joe sits on the edge of the bed for a minute, catching his breath and then he gets up, wandering through into his own room.

"Hell, I'll do my best," he says, reaching for his scissors.