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The first time Suletta watched this movie it was also with Miorine, at her behest. It was back when they were in school, some time before the fateful incubation party where Gund-ARM had been founded, and Suletta had once again decided to spend the night in the old chairman’s office with her. The movie itself is less than twenty years old, but it’s based on a book written several hundred years ago, and has been immensely popular ever since its publication. Miorine had at one point mentioned that this is far from the first movie adaptation of the story, and that there are ones from as far back as when movies were first invented. This version is just one she likes.
Suletta doesn’t particularly care for the movie. As far as she can tell it’s about a man and a woman who don’t seem to like each other very much, who somehow end up falling in love anyway. There’s a lot of talking and not a lot of action, although the costumes are very pretty. But she’ll watch it a million times over if it’s with Miorine.
They’re cuddled up together on their shared bed, watching the movie on a laptop. In Suletta’s lap sits Miorine, and in Miorine’s lap sits an absolute monster of an ice cream sundae, composed of way too many scoops of vanilla ice cream practically drowned in chocolate sauce, caramel, whipped cream, and sprinkles. There are two spoons, but neither of them can really lay claim to one or the other. They’ve fed as many bites of ice cream to one another as they have taken for themselves, if not more.
Miorine’s pink tongue darts out of her mouth and swipes at a bit of whipped cream that didn’t quite make it in and has instead clung to her luscious lips. It almost seems to happen in slow motion as Suletta watches. Those pretty lips, that pretty tongue. Her pretty wife. Miorine is engrossed in the movie, eyes glued to the laptop screen, and to some extent Suletta wishes she too could be just as enamored, but right now she’s perfectly happy just watching her wife.
A soft smile spreads across Suletta’s face. Ugh, she just loves her. She loves her so much.
As if to demonstrate these feelings, she picks up a spoon and takes a hearty, chocolatey spoonful of ice cream and raises it to Miorine’s face enticingly. Miorine, knowing exactly what she’s playing at, smiles and leans forward to accept.
Unfortunately, the minute movement shifts the mattress, somehow resulting in the ice cream falling off the spoon and landing on Miorine’s exposed collarbone.
“Oh,” Suletta says softly, a sheepish blush rising in her cheeks, “oops.”
Miorine laughs, a soft, quiet chuckle that Suletta can feel against her, and moves to set the bowl aside on the nightstand. “It’s fine,” she says, turning around--carefully, so as not to spread the precariously balanced ice cream on her chest to anything important, like the sheets--in Suletta’s lap. “You can just clean it off.”
“Do you need me to get a napkin?”
Something gleams in Miorine’s eyes. “I didn’t say anything like that,” she says, placing her hands on Suletta’s shoulders. “I said you could clean it off.”
It takes a minute for Suletta to register what she means. A soft “oh” escapes her lips and a blush spreads across her face as her eyes drift towards the semi-liquid smear on Miorine’s collar. It’s melting from the heat of her skin, a line of chocolate having dripped down along her clavicle and towards the valley between her breasts. Suletta swallows hard.
“Are you sure you don’t want to finish the movie?”
Miorine scoffs. “I’ve already seen it plenty of times.”
That’s all Suletta needs to let go. She dives forward and catches the wayward drop of ice cream with her tongue before it can disappear beneath the neckline of Miorine’s pajamas. Miorine gasps lightly as Suletta’s tongue traces the sugary trail it left, all the way back to the fallen bite of ice cream that had started all this. It’s almost completely melted now and threatening to stain something, but Suletta makes quick work of lapping it up.
There. All clean, like nothing had ever stained Miorine’s flawless skin in the first place. But that’s not good enough, Suletta thinks.
She places her lips to where the ice cream was moments before. Lightly, gently, she takes the skin of her collarbone between her teeth and sucks, and feels Miorine jolt in her lap. Suletta half-laughs, half-growls against Miorine’s skin and sucks a little harder. Her skin is still a little sweet from the ice cream, and a little salty from the layer of sweat forming over it. It’s a unique sort of taste, and Suletta decides she loves it. Her arms encircle Miorine’s waist and pull her in closer. She bites hard for just a moment, and relishes the whimpering moan Miorine makes.
Suletta pulls away to admire her handiwork. A reddish-purple hickey, dark in contrast to the rest of Miorine’s pale skin. It’s so pretty, Suletta thinks. She grins as pride swells in her chest.
“What are you looking so smug for?” Miorine teases before capturing Suletta’s lips.
Suletta moans softly into the kiss, sliding her tongue past Miorine’s lips and into her mouth. She tastes sugary sweet, and Suletta's brain nearly short-circuits from the sensory overload already. She wants more. Needs more. She tries to push further, but Miorine doesn’t give that easily. Seems like she doesn’t want to lose the upper hand too early.
That’s fine, Suletta thinks as her hands move to grab Miorine’s hips. She grips tightly and pulls Miorine down roughly onto her lap, grinding her against her quickly growing erection. Miorine squeaks into her mouth.
“Fuck,” Miorine whispers as she breaks the kiss. She grinds back against Suletta, burying her face in the crook of her neck and biting at her nape. Suletta growls at the slight pinch of pain, and knows she too is now marked.
They stay like that for a few minutes, kissing and marking and grinding on each other, until Suletta can feel Miorine’s arousal soaking through her underwear. Her own underwear feels choking, restrictive, and she needs to get it off as soon as possible. She ruts against Miorine, hoping to send the right message, or at least relieve a little bit of the building tension.
“Mio...please...” She doesn’t mean to sound like she’s whining, really, but her cock is throbbing almost painfully at this point. Maybe she’s a little desperate, maybe.
“Tell me what you want,” Miorine whispers low and sultry into her ear, all while still slowly rolling her hips.
What doesn’t she want? Anything you could conceivably do in bed with another person, Suletta wants to do with Miorine. Worship every part of her with her lips and tongue, fuck every hole she can fit inside, cover her inside and out with cum and watch her writhe in pleasure below her--or above her, that’s fine too. But she’s asking her to pick one thing. Just one thing to start with. Suletta recalls the kiss they’d shared minutes ago, how warm and sweet Miorine's mouth had been. How she'd wanted to melt into it.
“I want,” Suletta draws in a sharp breath, “you...I...could you use your mouth?”
Miorine smiles. “I can do that,” she says, kissing Suletta just one more time before climbing out of her lap. She stares down the sizable bulge in Suletta’s boxers, a hungry, lustful look in her eyes. It’s making Suletta throb with excitement. Miorine’s hands ghost over her straining arousal as they move upwards, and Suletta bucks slightly into her touch.
“Shh, I haven’t even touched it yet,” Miorine says, her fingers slipping under the waistband, pulling it down tantalizingly slow. Suletta doesn’t even realize she’s holding her breath until her erection finally springs free, and she finds herself exhaling in relief. Miorine’s tongue swipes over her lips in anticipation as her delicate fingers gently tug down her foreskin and start stroking her at a slow, easy pace.
For a brief moment, Suletta remembers what had happened a few minutes ago and had kickstarted this change in evening plans. The way the ice cream had tasted on Miorine’s skin really had been so exquisite. It wasn’t fair that she didn’t get to experience something like that in turn, Suletta thinks.
“Wait!”
Miorine pauses, her hand in the middle of brushing a strand of hair back behind her ear and her mouth open and hovering over the leaking tip. She looks up to meet Suletta’s eyes.
“Is everything okay?” Her voice is gentle, full of concern. She’s so sweet like that.
“Everything’s fine, it’s just...” Suletta fidgets with her hands slightly, glancing over the bowl of melting ice cream sitting on the nightstand, “...can we try something?”
“Sure,” she says, sitting up, smiling warmly. “What did you have in...” she falters as Suletta carefully pulls herself up so that she’s balanced on her knees (it strains a little, sure, but she’s on a soft mattress and it’ll only be for a minute anyway) and grabs the bowl of ice cream, “...mind?”
Suletta positions the bowl just below her groin, her dick hovering just above it.
“Suletta...what are you doing?”
Suletta grins. “Eheh, you’ll see,” she says, almost singsong, before slowly plunging into the sweet, sticky mess within.
Oh, Suletta thinks as her dick is quickly enveloped in the frigidity of still unmelted ice cream, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
“C-cold!” She squeaks as she hurriedly pulls herself out, her cock now covered in melted ice cream and chocolate sauce and sprinkles.
Miorine stares, dumbfounded, and then doubles over in laughter.
“Suletta,” she forces out between hysterical wheezes, “Suletta, what did you...what were you thinking?” With one hand she balances herself on the bed, and with the other she clutches at her stomach. Her back heaves with the sheer force of the sound coming out of her. When was the last time Suletta had seen her laugh this hard?
Heat rapidly rising in her face, Suletta falls back into a sitting position and bashfully looks down at her chocolate-covered cock. It’s shrunk a little from the sudden cold. A sticky drop of something that’s definitely not pre slides down from the tip.
“I...uh...” The pleasant heat of arousal has been replaced in full by the significantly less pleasant heat of embarrassment, and Suletta attempts to get her thoughts into order in spite of her face feeling like it’s on fire. “I...I thought you would...y’know...you’d like licking it off of me...”
Miorine is still laughing, but it’s a little quieter now. She raises her head and lets out a few more breathy giggles as she wipes tears from her eyes. “Suletta...Suletta, oh my god...” She sounds like she’s out of breath. “You big, stupid dork, you...” Her expression, somehow, is warm. Her eyes, even through the tears of laughter, are glimmering with love.
“Heheh...I guess...I guess that was stupid.” Suletta lets out her own sheepish laughter. So much for tonight’s romantic mood. Now she had to worry about not getting chocolate sauce onto the sheets, a worry that’s becoming more urgent by the second as a sticky droplet beads at the tip. “Ah, I’ve made such a mess...”
Miorine nods. “Seems so,” she says, smiling softly. She takes the bowl from Suletta’s hands and sets it aside again. “I guess you need help cleaning up, huh?”
“Probably, yeah.” Suletta scratches at the back of her head, but pauses when she notices Miorine leaning forward. Her face is moving lower, closer to the mess in her lap. The movement nearly shakes the drop of chocolate at the tip loose, leaving it hanging precariously and ready to fall at any second. “Hey, weren’t you going to help me clean up?”
“I am helping,” Miorine says, before catching the drop with her tongue.
Suletta only consciously parses that Miorine’s tongue is on her dick for a short moment before her mind explodes. She thought she knew what her wife’s tongue felt like before this, soft and warm and very flexible, but the warm wet organ meeting her own much colder flesh is like an electrical shock being sent through her body. For the past minute or two she’d been slowly going soft, but with each stroke of Miorine’s tongue she feels herself getting harder again. Miorine is focused, diligent, slowly licking up and down the shaft and cleaning away the sticky sweetness that coats it. Suletta finds herself moaning softly.
“Is this what you imagined?” Miorine looks up at Suletta, making eye contact before dragging her tongue up the shaft and teasingly swirling it around the tip.
“Y-yeah, something like this,” Suletta says, letting out another moan as Miorine licks around the base.
“Dork.” Most of the shaft is licked clean, so she grips it in one hand and lifts to get better access to the underside. “Looks like none of it got on your balls, at least.”
“That’s...uh...that’s good?” Suletta grunts quietly, wondering how much that actually matters at the moment since Miorine is now licking them all over anyway.
“Yep.” Miorine runs her tongue upward from her balls, along the underside of the shaft and all the way to the tip, where a tiny bit of chocolate still remains. She pulls away and looks at it, her gaze thoughtful and contemplative, before reaching over to the bowl of ice cream and swiping up some miraculously still-intact whipped cream onto her finger. Grinning, she swipes it onto the head, leaving it there like a garnish.
Something bubbles up in Suletta’s chest, and as it spreads through her she realizes it’s her turn to laugh. Her body trembles and shakes with laughter as she takes in the sight below her, of her cock topped off like a sundae and her beautiful and amazing wife beside it. Miorine laughs too, clearly pleased with both her own handiwork and the reaction it’s drawn out of Suletta. They both sit there for a few moments, laughing at something as silly as a dick with a little whipped cream on it.
“So are you...are you gonna enjoy your dessert?” Suletta says between gasps for breath.
Miorine lets out one last throaty chuckle. “Always do,” she says, flashing a smirk before taking the tip into her mouth.
Suletta moans, long and low. Miorine’s mouth is wet and warm and it feels like her cock is about to melt. She’s just lightly sucking the tip a little, not even moving. She wraps her hand around the length and starts stroking what isn’t yet in her mouth. It takes all the willpower she has for Suletta not to buck her hips.
“M-Mio,” she gasps, placing her hand on top of Miorine’s head encouragingly. Miorine seems to get the message and takes a little more of the length into her mouth. It’s still not a whole lot, given...well...just how much length there is, but it’s a start. Besides, she knows Miorine can take it. She’s done it before. Miorine starts bobbing her head in time with her strokes and softly hums around the tip. It’s something she knows Suletta goes crazy for every time, and this time it’s no different as she moans and whimpers her name.
Miorine pulls away with a soft pop, a trail of spit stretching out between her lips and the leaking head, and Suletta whines at the absence. She smirks as she strokes the whole thing up and down, spreading her saliva all over the length and rendering it nice and slick. The sound of it is sloppy and vulgar and makes Suletta throb in her hand.
“Suletta,” she says her name in such a husky voice, lust dripping off every syllable. “Su-le-tta,” she says again, drawing out the name on her tongue before licking up and down the length of her shaft. “My strong,” she plants a few sloppy open-mouthed kisses to the base, “beautiful,” she kisses upwards and sucks at the underside for a moment, “wonderful,” her lips linger just below the head, “silly,” she laps at the pre leaking from the tip before kissing it softly, “Suletta.”
Suletta is nearing her breaking point. If Miorine teases her anymore she’s not sure if she’ll be able to stop herself from pushing her down and fucking her throat.“Mio...please...”
“Please what?”
“Stop teasing me,” Suletta says. She doesn’t intend it, but there’s an undercurrent of a growl to her voice.
“You did ask nicely,” Miorine says, before stuffing half the length into her mouth.
Suletta moans loudly as Miorine sucks rough and hard, her cheeks hollowing from the force. With one hand she strokes the lower part of the shaft, and with the other she cups and massages the balls. Suletta’s heart is hammering in her chest and her breathing has grown rough and unsteady. Her head is buzzing with blinding, uncontainable ecstasy. She grits her teeth just to keep herself grounded for a little longer.
Miorine swallows almost all of the shaft, and the way her throat squeezes around it almost does Suletta in. Miorine pulls off just before she can blow, her tongue poking teasingly out of her mouth as she gives the length a few rapid pumps before diving back in. She grabs ahold of Suletta’s thighs with both hands and surges forward, her lips practically kissing Suletta’s pelvis as she deep throats every girthy inch. As if this wasn’t enough showing off she holds her position for a moment, gurgling softly around the dick all while her steely gray eyes bore into Suletta’s own. She pulls back and sucks at the tip, hard, and swallows the length again.
“Mioooo,” Suletta can barely speak, barely think, she can only moan incoherently as Miorine pulls her closer and closer to oblivion, “Mio, I-I’m going to...I’m...”
“Don’t hold back,” Miorine says, taking her mouth off of Suletta’s cock for only a moment. “Cum for me, Suletta.”
Miorine’s lips envelop the length again, and moments later Suletta explodes, howling as a massive load of thick, sticky cum bursts out from her. It fills Miorine’s mouth, and she does her best to swallow it all, her throat bobbing with each gulp, but the sheer volume overflows from her lips, cum and spit running down her chin. Suletta doesn’t even let her pull off, instead grasping her hair and forcing herself deeper, shooting the last strings of her climax directly down Miorine’s throat.
Suletta sits there on the bed, blissfully dazed and open-mouth drooling, as Miorine rises from her position.
“Hey,” she says, giving Suletta a quick peck on the lips.
“H-hey,” Suletta says, more than a little out of breath.
Miorine kisses her again, and Suletta finds she’s regained just enough strength to kiss her back.
“Mmm...that was good,” Suletta says as she wraps her arms around Miorine’s waist, pulling her into her lap.
“Glad you think so.” Miorine almost looks proud of herself before leaning in to kiss Suletta once again.
“What about you, though?” Suletta reaches into Miorine’s shorts, relishing the gasp she makes as her fingers come into contact with the damp fabric of her panties.
“S-Suletta...” A blush spreads across Miorine’s face, and it instills a kind of confidence in Suletta that makes her feel almost invincible. She grips Miorine’s waist and flips their positions, pinning her to the bed.
“I’m gonna make you feel just as good, Miorine,” she says cooly.
And as What’s-Her-Face and Mr. What’s-His-Name continue to banter their way into romance, Suletta and Miorine thoroughly consummate their own.
Eri is giggling at her. She’s been doing it all morning, and for the life of her Suletta cannot figure out why.
“Did I sleep on my hair funny again?” She turns to look at the keychain, currently resting on the kitchen table. Mr. Hotz’ eyes glow, but Eri does not answer, instead continuing to giggle. Suletta can almost visualize her sister hunched over, biting at her lip and clutching at her stomach, needing to physically restrain herself from laughing despite not even having a body. Elnora glances over at her eldest daughter, clearly able to tell something is up with her, but she seems to be having just as much luck as Suletta in figuring out what.
Eri must be in a funny mood today, Suletta thinks. She shrugs before hobbling over to the refrigerator and grabbing the milk. Eri seems to watch silently as Suletta pours herself a glass. She puts the milk back in the fridge before raising the glass to her lips.
“Hey,” Eri finally speaks, her voice sounding like she’s moments away from cracking up, “hey, aren’t you,” she bursts into uncontrollable snickers.
“Aren’t I what?” Suletta takes another sip of milk.
Despite being only a disembodied voice, Eri almost sounds like she’s about to cry. “Aren’t you gonna put your dick in that, too?”
Eri explodes into uncontrollable laughter, and Suletta spills milk all over herself.
“I’m not going to ask,” Elnora says before taking a long swig of her coffee.