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They hadn’t been even a little bit drunk. Caitlyn hadn’t had a drink that night, and Vi didn’t drink at all. So there wasn’t really a viable excuse. But Vi had been flushed and radiant with victory after her fight, and the lights had been low and flattering, and Caitlyn had trouble taking her eyes off her at the best of times. They ended up dancing, and grinding, and sucking bruises onto each other’s throats, and then Vi had slipped her hand into Caitlyn’s back pocket and leaned in close by her ear.
"I'll blow you all night long," she'd promised. "Take me home. Or wherever."
So Caitlyn had taken her home.
And now here she was, in her grandmother's bequeathed armchair, legs spread and Vi kneeling between them. Vi made a sweet little noise of anticipation and reached for Caitlyn's knee.
"Uh, wait," Caitlyn said. This had to be clarified. She should put it delicately. "How are you with penises?"
Vi froze up for a moment, blinking up at her, and Cait felt a cool, unpleasant hint of uncertainty. But then Vi smirked, wide and crooked and crushingly attractive. "Just so happen to be a world-renowned cock sucker," she said, and bent her head down.
Cait had just time to hold onto the chair before Vi's face was fully in her crotch. Her nose bumped into the fly of Caitlyn’s trousers, lips brushing along the inseam, and she let out a satisfied little huff of breath that Cait did not feel on her skin but which made it break out into gooseflesh anyway. Vi’s cheek found the outline of Caitlyn's cock and she nuzzled, pressed nose and mouth between Cait's legs, and looked up.
“Ah,” said Caitlyn, quite a distance beyond articulation, and Vi caught the tiny metal rectangle of Cait’s zipper in her teeth.
She was not going to be able to do anything with that but hurt her enamel. “Vi, you—” Caitlyn started, and Vi dragged the zipper all the way down. “Fuck!”
“That’s hot, hearing you swear,” Vi said as she brought a hand up to undo the button manually. Thank god. Her poor teeth. “Was hoping you’d be a talker.”
“I’m a—an excellent speaker,” Caitlyn stammered convincingly. “I can talk.”
Vi rubbed her lips along the length of Cait’s erection under the rough weave of the denim and hummed. Caitlyn could feel those vibrations in her core. “Please do,” said Vi, and sucked at Caitlyn through her fucking jeans.
“Vi, you’re very—” Caitlyn choked out, “able.”
“Mm. Grab my hair.”
Caitlyn did. It was thick and springy and made a supremely satisfying handful. On instinct, Caitlyn grasped it firmly at the root and pulled, and Vi growled like a horny little werewolf, eyes snapping up.
“Yes?” Caitlyn asked.
“Fuck yes. Can I suck your balls?”
Cait’s cock jumped against the restraint of her trousers. “Uh,” she said.
Vi nudged her head against Caitlyn’s wrist, a rather adorable sort of headbutt. “No worries. Next time.”
Caitlyn’s hand tightened in Vi’s hair and Vi leaned forward to press open-mouthed kisses to her stomach, covering the slightly damp bulge in Cait’s trousers in a large, hot hand. Her knuckles were bruised a deep purple, as per usual.
“Tell me what you like,” Vi breathed over the band of Cait’s underwear.
“I like your mouth,” Caitlyn said immediately, and was rewarded with a sharp, warm exhale. “I like the noises you make. You’re quite expressive.”
“Not what I meant, Cupcake. But thanks.” Vi sucked a sloppy kiss onto Cait’s mons pubis and gently tightened her grip on Cait’s erection. She had such an elegant thumb.
Cait exhaled, and pushed through. Vi had been hoping she would talk. “I like your hair. Its vibrancy. It feels—right, in my fist.”
Vi growled again, and grabbed the elastic of Cait’s underwear in her teeth as well. Not an orthodontist’s friend, that one. Caitlyn sifted through her hair as she dragged the waistband down.
“I like your humor,” Cailyn said, thumb rasping over the buzzed hair at her temple. “I like your laugh. You’re sharp, and charming, and gentle.”
Vi pressed her lips to the exposed base of Caitlyn’s cock and closed her eyes.
“I like your hands,” as Vi slithered one of them inside Cait’s underwear and stroked the length of her beneath the fabric. “I find your hands rather sexy.”
Vi fished her cock out of her pants and pumped it firmly, once, twice, lightly kissing the base. “That right.”
“Your bruises, are very—” Vi dragged her tongue from base to head, licking between her fingers, thumb at the tip, and Cait could feel and see herself twitching into the touch. “Attractive. As well.”
“We can get me a few more, maybe,” Vi muttered, and closed her lips around the head of Caitlyn’s cock.
“Ungh,” Caitlyn said, and Vi suckled.
It was quite something, it was a lot, watching Vi's head bob, hearing the bafflingly arousing slurping sounds she made as she sucked, hand pumping underneath her mouth. She brought the other hand up to caress Caitlyn's clothed thigh, and Caitlyn trembled beneath the fabric. When she reached in to gently cup the weight of Cait's balls in her palm, Cait nearly cried out.
Vi released her with an obscene, oddly compelling pop. “Hey,” she said, and licked her lips, the villain, “I could probably fit the whole thing. What d’you think?”
I think that sounds completely ridiculous, Caitlyn might have said. I think if you simply breathe on me, I'm going to cum.
"Possibly," was what she managed to choke out instead.
"Mm. You into it, though?"
Caitlyn groaned. God help her, she said, "Yes."
“Cool.” Vi grinned. Her lips were already a little bit swollen. “You can pull my hair harder. Put some elbow grease into it, Cupcake.”
Caitlyn obediently tightened her grasp on Vi's hair as Vi casually adjusted the cock in her grip and gave its tip a chaste little kiss. Her other hand slipped underneath the waistband of her sweatpants as her mouth sank onto Caitlyn’s cock. She made it almost halfway down on the first gulp, and Caitlyn thought she just might explode.
Vi shuffled forward on her knees, experimented with the angle. She swirled her tongue around the head, bobbing lightly up and and down, mouth slippery with excess saliva, and then she went all the way in.
Caitlyn felt the tip of her cock nudge against the frighteningly tight barrier of the back of Vi's throat, and so, evidently, did Vi. She choked, and spluttered, and Caitlyn immediately released her hair and let her come up, coughing.
"Vi," Caitlyn said, and touched her shoulder.
Vi's eyes had watered just a little bit. But she was laughing. "Not too bad for a first try, right?" she rasped.
Caitlyn let out a breath.
Vi's hand was still moving inside her sweatpants. She pulled them halfway down her thighs, exposing a pair of tight boxer briefs, visibly damp at the front. She kept those on, and the visual of her knuckles straining beneath the fabric may have been even more erotic than the sight of her bare cunt. Caitlyn caught a glimpse of thin, curly hair peeking beneath her shirt, tracing a mesmerizing path down to her crotch. Then her mouth was back on Caitlyn's cock, and all Caitlyn could see was stars.
She went slower this time. Taking in a little bit more with every dip, hand squeezing the shaft in slow, twisting strokes. Caitlyn had begun to let out high, involuntary noises at embarrassingly even intervals, and Vi responded with a sort of deep, throaty vocalization that sent vibrations through Cait’s entire body.
Caitlyn felt the resistance of Vi’s throat once again, and Vi swallowed at the peak, and Caitlyn howled. Vi's hand was working furiously inside her briefs, jerky motions devolving from circular to simple, uncoordinated back and forth.
And then Vi's nose—Vi's fucking nose was pressed all the way to Caitlyn's stomach, swallowing convulsively, her tongue pinned down flat, and she was rubbing herself raw while choking on Caitlyn’s cock—
Caitlyn came with a shout, spurting into Vi's mouth. Vi made a surprised little sound, and a bit of cum dribbled past her lips, but she was back on the ball in a breeze, sucking Caitlyn down, her throat working as she swallowed. It was a singular sight, erotic, divine, Vi on her knees with her mouth full of cock and her hand stuffed in her boxers, moaning over somebody else's pleasure; Caitlyn's own.
Caitlyn's cock jerked a few more times in Vi's mouth, and Vi was still touching herself frantically, making noises Cait wanted to bottle up and keep by her bedside.
"You're brilliant," Cait told her, tugging her hair lightly at the root. "You're wonderful. Are you going to be able to finish like this? I want to see you cum. Do you need a vibrator? I have one in the sex trunk."
Vi let out a broken half-sob, half-laugh around Cait's softening erection. Her hand shifted beneath the fabric of her underwear, and Cait realized she'd slipped two fingers into herself, and was fucking herself on her own hand.
“That’s right,” Caitlyn said. “Fuck yourself for me. Perhaps, next time, I’ll fuck you myself,” she ventured. Vi groaned and rocked harder. “Lay you down, spread you out, open you up on my cock, and fuck you into the floor.”
Vi keened at that. Caitlyn pulled her hair, hard, and Vi went completely rigid as she came. Caitlyn would have loved to have her fingers inside her, feel her cunt clench and flutter as all the rest of her was still. But the mere sight of her face, eyes scrunched shut, brows drawn in ecstasy, was plenty.
Vi relaxed into a full-body shudder as her orgasm dissipated. She let Caitlyn slip out of her mouth and lay her head on Caitlyn's knee, slobbery and panting. Caitlyn's heart had never felt so full. She reached out and gently wiped the trace of cum off Vi's swollen lips, stroked over the sweaty hair at her temple. Vi turned her face into the touch, nuzzling her cheek and nose into Caitlyn's palm, pressing slightly sticky kisses to the heel of her hand.
“Fuck,” she wheezed. “Definitely a talker.”
Finally, Vi caught her breath, caught Caitlyn's eye as well, and winked. She braced a hand on the armchair's handle and launched herself gracefully into Caitlyn's lap.
"Oof." Caitlyn secured a hand across Vi's hip and squeezed her butt for good measure.
Vi crossed her legs at the ankle over the side of the armchair and settled in snug, butting her forehead under Cait's chin like a cat. She'd always been unmistakably physical. Experiencing the intensity of her tactile affection firsthand was a revelation.
Caitlyn outlined the muscled plane of her back, the slope of her shoulder as Vi kissed each of her collarbones and every bit of space surrounding.
“World-renowned cock sucker, huh,” Caitlyn mused.
Vi barked out a beautiful gravelly laugh. “Shit, I really said that. Thanks for not immediately kicking me to the curb, Cupcake.”
It occurred to Caitlyn that Vi may have sounded somewhat raspier than usual because she had recently had Caitlyn’s cock down her throat. This possibility elicited a concurrent twitch in two disparate regions of her body. She gathered Vi closer. “I’m ever thankful I did not,” she said.
Vi nuzzled into her, kissed her neck, underneath her jaw, nipped at her earlobe. “You liked it?” she asked. She sounded soft, sincere.
Caitlyn laughed. “I came rather a lot,” she said. “You may have noticed.”
“Mm,” said Vi, and the beautiful smugness was back, “I’ve noticed.”
Caitlyn sifted her fingers through Vi's impressively messy fringe, brushed hair away from her eyes. Lo, she had two of them. They were beautiful. "You were wonderful, Vi," she said.
Vi's smile was fantastically crooked. “I may have exaggerated my experience, just a bit.”
“Really? I’d not have found you out had you not said so.” Quite the understatement, that.
“I got this tendency to make up for skill with enthusiasm,” Vi explained, unnecessarily. “If you liked it… we could do that again sometime?”
"I'd like that," Caitlyn said, but Vi was still rolling.
“Give those bruises you mentioned a shot. Maybe circle back to the ball sucking. Hey, anything you ever wanted to try but haven't had a chance? I bet I’d be game.”
She was trying so hard to sell this. As if Caitlyn needed to be sold. It was hardly believable that this utter hunk of a woman could be so unsure of her own immense desirability. Caitlyn stroked her thumb across her tattooed cheek. “Vi. Yes. Of course I’m saying yes.”
“Yeah?”
Cait brought a knuckle to Vi's chin, tipped it up and bent down. Vi let out a thrilling little sound. Her lips were slightly dry, and her mouth tasted like cum. Caitlyn angled her head to deepen the kiss. Vi's hot, reassuring hands came up to cup her face, and she pressed herself up into Caitlyn's touch, insistent, receptive. A feeling of satisfaction and security bubbled up in Caitlyn like a giggle.
It occurred to her that this was their first kiss. How absurd. They were going about this all in the wrong order.
Not that there was a single detail she'd change.
Vi hummed into Caitlyn's mouth, chasing new angles, a restless kiss-hungry fiend. Had she ever seemed gruff? Self-contained? Unapproachable? Those remembered impressions of Vi were now impossible to parse. She was warmth, and passion, and care, all over, all the way down to the core.
They broke for air, and Vi puffed, wide-eyed. “Wow. Okay. Wow. Um. Hey, you know what? I’m just gonna blow all my lucky cards today. Can I take you to dinner?”
Caitlyn laughed. She couldn't help it. She had never seen Vi so nervous; not when standing her ground in front of an officer with her cellphone set to record, not when taking a punch four levels above her weight class, not when choking down the full length of a cock.
"I would rather take you out to dinner, in fact," Caitlyn said. "But in the spirit of compromise, you may go first, I suppose."
Vi's crooked smile was back. The scar on her lip had been carved by a very lesbian divine graphic designer, probably. "Score," she murmured. "That's two dates, right? Two dates, I heard. No take-backsies."
"No take-backsies," Caitlyn agreed, and pulled Vi in to kiss her horrible, wonderful mouth some more.