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Etho decided to give his day off to Mumbo. Mumbo asked him to help fix a machine he had been working on. He was promised pay, and food, and that’s all he really needed. Well- that and Mumbo was a friend. And as much as it did mean he didn’t get a day of bed rotting, Cleo had been insisting he get out of the house.
Speaking of Cleo- she also had tomorrow off, which meant she was free to spend the night. Bdubs was traveling and expressed his longing to be home. But it had been a while since he got Cleo to himself; selfishly, he was happy about the circumstances.
Etho sat back in his car seat, breathing out heavily and closing his eyes for a moment. The job Mumbo had asked him to do was a lot bigger than either of them thought. Which explained why he was now covered in soot and oil, and not to forget, he was sweaty and his hair was completely a mess. He felt like he was back in a small shop, wearing a mask solely to protect his lungs.
He would have stayed in place longer, though opening his eyes, he saw Cleo look out to the parking lot through the patio window. She was waiting for him. Ethos' heart swelled and he automatically felt his face flush and his heart speed back up. Cleo was waiting for him.
He didn’t know why this was so different, after all, Bdubs waits for him all the same. Maybe it’s the realization that someone he loves so deeply is there when he gets home. When he’s just gone through a lot and he’s sore.
Etho pulled himself out of his car, wiping his face off, and hurrying to get to the apartment door. By habit, his keys were out and he went to unlock the door, but was stopped as it opened, Cleo grinning at him.
“Etho!” She greeted, Etho moving inside.
“Hi- if I knew you’d be waiting I would have come sooner- the thing with mumbo was a lot more than expected and-“
The door closed and Cleo had pulled him forward by his tank-top. She kissed him before he could think. And he didn’t try to think, kissing back on instinct and going to hold her in return, pulling back.
“Cleo- Hi-“ Etho laughed. “Let me-“
“Etho-“ Cleo grabbed ethos face. She wasn’t harsh by any means. “You can’t just walk in here like this and expect me to not just…grab you” she rolled her eyes. Etho swallowed and nodded, confused and dazed.
“What?” He laughed
“Etho, have you seen yourself?” Cleo grinned. He felt like prey under her. Like she would bare her teeth and rip into him (maybe he’d let her).
“You’re hot like this.” She was direct with it. Etho made a noise and gripped onto her a little tighter.
“What? Cleo- I’m all.. dirty.” He shied away slightly. Even after all this time, he didn’t know how to handle Cleo when she got like this. He didn’t not like it! He just felt… pathetic.
“Exactly. You’re sweaty, and you’ve been doing work, and look at you. In a tank top and your shorts” she teased, pulling him forward a little by said shorts.
“Cleo-“ he mumbled. She just kissed him again, keeping him close. She didn’t dig into the kiss- holding back. Etho expected her to tear into him (He wished she would). Instead she pulled back, smiling and brushing through ethos hair.
“Go shower, love. Teas almost ready” she kissed his forehead before stepping back, moving to the kitchen. Etho stood there, stunned. Shell shocked? In a trance? All of the above. Maybe a little disappointed. There was so much hype only for her to just pull away.
Etho didn’t know how long he took in the shower. He normally tried to be quick, but he found himself stuck- thinking about Cleo. The way she waited for him. She saw him walking up to the door, so surely she had been waiting to grab him like that.
Was she toying with him? Was this a punishment? Had he done something? Food can wait- sex… well sex can wait, but in ethos case he was positive sex came first. Maybe because it wasn’t just any sex- it was with Cleo. Cleo who knew exactly how to talk, who knew exactly what to do. Cleo who was ruthless, but always talked in such a soft voice, always pulling him between floating and falling. This was sex with Cleo, who, when you could surprise her, was stunning beyond words. The way she tried to hide how she enjoyed things, the way she tried to argue back. She claimed Bdubs was a brat- Etho wondered if she would be considered a brat too (he’d never say that to her face). The way she looked, the faces she made, the way her hair fell.
Ethos' knees almost gave out as he came. The water immediately rinsed any evidence of his sin off, leaving Etho in the clear. Except he wasn’t really thinking clearly. Cleo was still out there. The fact he didn’t know what happened still loomed over his mind.
Normally Etho tried to not be super nosey. He went with the flow. Didn’t poke where he shouldn’t (unless he was pressing at Cleo and Bdubs). But the fact he just… was left? The way Cleo switched so fast- it made him curious.
He felt like he was walking into a trap as he moved into the kitchen, Cleo grabbing plates. Her hair was still up, her curls messy.
“Etho! You’re clean!” She grinned. Etho scratched the back of his neck and nodded.
“I mean- I’d hope so..”
“I would too. You took a while In there. Was it tough to get off?” She asked, setting the plates on the table. Etho blinked and looked at Cleo, his heart rate speeding up. Did she know? Was he loud? He didn’t think he was loud-
“I know sometimes soot can be a pain, especially if it’s in your hair?” Cleo snorted. Etho felt his face stay hot. Of course she meant.. the dirt.
“Oh. Yeah- it was. Do I still have any in my hair?” He cleared his throat, Cleo stopping in front of him and brushing through it.
“Ask me again when it’s not wet” she gently pulled on his hair to bring him forward, kissing him briefly before letting go.
“Sit down! I’ll bring the food out.” She ordered. Etho tried to focus on his breathing, trying to steady his heart rate. He didn’t think it was working though. Was this Cleo playing with him? Or was he just horny? It wasn’t like he hadn’t had sex in a while. Bdubs needed to get steam out before he left.
“Okay- I think I added a little too much garlic, so sorry about that- but it should still be good! I made the crust from scratch. That’s why I was here so early” she sat down across from etho. He could do this. It was dinner- and it was good. Cleo made chicken pot pie, and it was heaven in his mouth.
Focusing on eating was easy. He talked, he asked, he took a bite, and he listened. Simple and easy. He used this for a lot of things. But focusing on Cleo and being in the moment was only possible by this.
“Well- Joe wants to go to this event and try to set up a booth there, but I don’t think we’d be able to properly prepare for it? So now we’re in a standoff.” Cleo mixed her food around before taking a bite.
“Could you up your stock? Take the most popular orders and make them generic? And then you can offer-“ Etho nearly choked as he felt Cleo gently nudge Etho with her foot. It was just. A nudge. A bump.
“Offer? What? Coupons?” She snorted. “Do you know how often those get thrown away? It's like… a waste of paper. And money” she looked down at her food and Etho felt her foot brush along his leg again. Except it was lingering. He shifted in his seat and focused on his food.
“No- well kind of. A discount for a personal order, but you have to submit the order the same day” etho looked back up. Cleo raised her eyebrows and thought for a moment, her foot dropping.
“And you could send Joe alone. Since they want to do it.” Etho watched Cleo think it over.
“Huh. Well look at that. You do have some wrinkles in your brain” she winked. Etho chuckled and pushed his hair out of his face.
“Some. That space is mostly reserved for very important thoughts.” He mused. Cleo nodded, taking a bite of her food. Her foot was still resting along his leg. Etho didn’t dare move. His fight or flight instincts seemed to fail him when Cleo was involved. He always froze.
She didn’t do anything else though. Her foot stayed there the whole time, and she laughed and flirted like normal. The flirting wasn’t over the top, and she was invested in his day, and their normal conversations. And not once did she try anything. It made etho even more suspicious. Cleo wasn’t one to let things be forgotten.
She hummed and let her hair down as they walked down the hallway, Etho trailing behind. It felt exactly like it did when he walked into the kitchen. Like a trap. Yet he was still surprised when Cleo had pulled him into her. It was as soon as they entered the room. Cleo let etho enter before grabbing his shirt again and pulling him forward.
Etho let her. He kissed back, leaning into her and finding his hands on her waist, gripping her just slightly. He wanted to make sure she wouldn’t leave again.
Cleo was tough on him. Biting at his lips, pressing forward, her hand moving back up to grab his face. She had control. She (almost) always had control.
“Etho. Are you in or out?” Cleo asked, inhaling harshly. Etho struggled to catch his breath, making eye contact with her.
“In- Cleo- please-“ he practically whimpered. She grinned. He knew he was in for it.
Clothes were off, Etho was laying down, Cleo in between him, forcing his legs open. This wasn’t his favorite position. Mostly because it left him vulnerable and exposed. Cleo preferred him that way, but it still got to him, making him nervous.
“Etho. Focus on me, love.” Cleo dragged her nails down ethos thigh. He shuddered, and grabbed the bedsheets.
“I am, cleo.” He combatted. “See, I’m watching, I’m looking at you-“ he smiled. She still had her bra and underwear on. It was this fancy red bralette and matching underwear. Red looked beautiful on Cleo.
He arched his back and tried to roll over as he felt the stinging from Cleo smacking his thigh. “If I wanted a smartass, I’d text bdubs.” She glared. Ethos face flushed and he tried to close his legs, bringing his knees to his chest. Cleo stopped that before he even got far. Her hands grabbing his knees and pulling them back down.
“I was just going to pull you apart. But if you really want, I’ll rip you into shreds.” She gripped his thighs. Etho inhaled and shook his head.
“No- I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” he looked at the ceiling, trying to settle back down.
“I know. You’re probably all pent up. Confused and worried I’m gonna leave you all high and dry” she used the palm of her hand to brush over his dick. Ethos eyes rolled back, and he just inhaled.
“I know you, Etho.” She cooed. “I knew from the moment you got home, what I’d do, how it would make you feel.” She kept her hand moving up, across his stomach and to his chest.
“I know that I got into your head so much, you touched yourself in the shower” she whispered, pressing a kiss onto his chest. Etho resisted arching into it.
“Tell me, Etho. What were you thinking about? Were you imagining how I’d pull you apart? How, maybe I’d give you the chance to fuck me?” Her voice was sweet, but it was mocking him. Etho was getting off to her mocking him.
“Come on, love. Use your words, I know you can” Etho felt like his throat was dry. “Tell me what you thought about” she encouraged.
His view was blocked by her hair as she kissed his chest, moving up to start biting closer to his neck. She made sure Etho knew she was being serious as she pinched his nipple, biting into his skin at the same time.
“You!” He wheezed. “ I- I thought about you- and how- how you look….when… when I’m with you- and how you react to things-“ he made himself calm down, regulating his heart.
Cleo lifted herself off of etho, looking back down at him and smiling, nodding. “Don’t touch, okay? Can you do that?” She asked, her words back to being soothing as she pressed her thumbs into his skin- tracing his hip bones. She put just enough pressure that it barely hurt- but gods did it do something to him.
“Yes-“ he croaked. “Yes- Cleo yes.” He begged. He was just begging to beg at this point, not actually registering what was asked of him. Cleo smiled, brushing his hair out of his face.
“Let me go grab some things. Stay right here.” The grabbed his hand, pressing a kiss to his palm before getting up.
Cleo didn’t really radiate warmth, yet Etho found himself missing hers. He watched as she got off the bed, moving over to ethos dresser, digging through the bottom drawer. Cleo was so beautiful. Her hair was so perfect for her, framing her face and her body nicely. There was so much of it, and it smelled like Cleo, like eucalyptus, like roses, like English tea.
Along with this was her body. Cleo had the most perfect body. She was big enough to hold Etho down while he squirmed and tried to escape her hands, strong enough to pin bdubs down with a single arm. Etho loved her. So much.
He loved her so much in fact, he was too busy thinking about her to see what she grabbed, and she had put it just out of reach of Ethos eyes. He searched the bed, searching her hands as she settled back between his legs.
“What?” She snorted, pushing his thighs to spread further. He let her:
“Nothing-“ he met her eyes.
“Nothing?”
“Yeah-“
“Were you trying to peek?” She teased, her palm brushing flat over his dick. Ethos stomach sank in as he inhaled, trying to control himself.
“No- no-“ he shook his head: his hands were sweaty with how hard he was gripping the sheets (she barely even touched him).
Cleo wrapped her fingers around his dick but didn’t move her hand, making eye contact with etho. Etho swallowed, trying to keep her eyes, but it was burning. So he looked down, embarrassing himself even more as he focused on her breasts. Bdubs seemed to get in many arguments with others about boobs over ass over thighs. Etho loved all of the above. Especially when it came to Cleo. He wished he was allowed to touch- to take her bra off.
But he found Cleo’s eyes again, her eyes narrowed and sharp, looking at etho like she caught him in a mouse trap. He didn’t realize she had poured lube in her hand until the coldness hit him and he opened his mouth, tilting his head back against the pillow, letting no sound out but tensing up.
“There you Go” she cooed. “You think too much, E. I think bdubs and I should start a race. How long it takes us to get you out of your head.” She moved her hand, just up and down, stroking his cock. Etho closed his mouth and looked at her, shaking his head.
“Yeah. I bet I’ll win” she smirked. Etho felt her finger press against his hole and he tensed for a moment before forcing himself to relax. It didn’t last long as she pressed in, his thighs pressed against hers in an effort to close them.
“Awe, my poor fox. Got himself all wrapped up.” She laughed, pressing further in, curling her finger just barely, swiping her thumb over the tip of his dick a few times. Etho reeled, arching his back and trying to push his hips into her hand. Cleo let him.
“You know: as soon as I saw you get out of your car? I knew you’d end up here.” She mused. Her finger kept moving in and out, occasionally curling it and hitting his prostate. “You have no idea how you look when you come home like that. You’re sweaty, you’ve been working so, so hard. It just makes me want to take care of you.”
Cleo’s voice was so soothing- like a flute just putting him in a trance as he hardly registered the fact she had added a second finger. He didn’t notice until she had stopped moving her hand around his dick, holding it instead.
“Cleo-“ ethos eyes went wide. He realized what she was about to do and panicked, trying to squirm away, trying to get out of the snake's death wrap. He was too late though. Cleo squeezed his dick as a warning, her fingers going in and out a few times before pressing in, and curling her fingers, over, and over, and over again against his prostate, massaging the nerves.
“What’s wrong etho? Come on, you can tell me” she mocked. Ethos eyes rolled back before frantically looking around for something to give him grounding. The only thing he could focus on was Cleo and how she watched him with that smirk on her face. His whole body flashed with heat, he writhed as Cleo kept massaging that one spot, now slowly moving her hand across his cock again.
Etho whimpered and finally moaned as he came, Cleo slowly milking his dick, smiling as she got what they wanted. Ethos breathing was erratic as he thrashed, only making it worse as Cleo’s fingers pressed deeper into the nerves, the stimulation on his dick only increasing as he was milked. He could feel tears in his eyes as he realized she was pulling her fingers out, humming softly and tossing the condom she used to the side.
“You took that better than I thought you would” she massaged his thighs carefully, helping Etho come back to reality as he struggled to breathe.
“You really did do so good Etho. And that was just the warm up” she leaned over, catching him in a kiss. Etho only focused on kissing back, her hair tickling his face.
He didn’t think twice as he reached up, cradling her head, digging his fingers into her hair, pulling her closer. Cleo obliged for a little, kissing him harder, running her hands down and up his sides. Etho held onto her, holding her like she was the last person he’d ever kiss.
And he whined when she pulled apart from him, his hands staying in her hair.
“Oh Etho. My beautiful, stunning Etho” she sighed, wiping his lip with her thumb.
“Cleo” he breathed.
Cleo put her hands on either side of his face. She had to have wiped them off at some point- normally he’d be sensitive to the sticky feeling, but her hands were clean: “oh my darling. You didn’t even hear me did you?” She smiled, bringing his head up a little to kiss his forehead.
“Let’s play a game then. Get you to hear me a little better” she sat up, ethos hands falling to his sides again. He just watched her, his pupils dilated and breathing finally steady again.
“Which strap do you think I grabbed? Hm?” She asked. Etho stared up at her, his brain working to catch up.
“Which-“
“Which strap did I grab?” She asked, grabbing a towel that was to the side, using it to clean ethos stomach. Etho watched her, looking around again. She was probably hiding it behind her.
“Uh.. the.. the green one?” Etho blinked, sniffling and going to wipe his face of the tears and drool.
“We have a few green ones, E. Which one is it?” She asked again, making a show of taking her bra off. Ethos' hands twitched, watching her and wishing he could reach out. He tested the boundaries though already- grabbing her face
“The.. the one.. that’s..” Cleo watched him expectantly, sitting up, purposefully moving and bouncing slightly. Etho was hypnotized. No better than bdubs when Cleo wouldn’t wear a bra under a shirt.
“The uhm..” Cleo chuckled, leaning back over him.
“How about… you close your eyes. And once I start fucking you, I’ll make sure I go nice and slow so you can properly guess” she patted the side of his hip gently. Etho watched her, wide eyed.
“Come on. If you get it right, you’ll get a treat” she bribed. Etho looked from her boobs to her eyes again.
“Close your eyes now” she tilted her head. Etho shifted but did as told, engulfing himself in the darkness as he was forced to listen to Cleo shuffle around, then waste no time as she lined the dildo up with etho, pushing in slowly.
“There we go- so good for me, E.” She sighed, pressing a hand against his lower stomach. Etho felt like he was choking just for a moment. The pressure pushing in and the feeling of not being able to see Cleo.
“Focus, love. Come on.” She dug patterns into his stomach with her thumbs. Etho breathed in slowly, Cleo grabbing his hands to help him. The dildo she chose was big- not longer than he was; but definitely wider. Closer to bdubs’s size. The most noticeable thing was the veins on it- ridged and the tip bigger than the rest of the toy.
“Did you figure it out?” Cleo asked, squeezing ethos hands. Her thrusts into him started getting faster, hitting his nerves every other time. Ethos heart rate was spiking again and he couldn’t open his eyes.
“I bet you did: it’s okay. You don’t have to tell Me” she leaned down to kiss him again, folding his knees up with her.
Etho gasped, his head tilting back as he grasped at her again, a hand finding the back of her neck and the other right at her collarbone.
“You can touch, E. It’s okay now” she whispered. Etho moaned, his moan cracking as he grasped onto Cleo, his hand moving down to cup her boob, feeling her lean further into him, kissing him again. Etho kissed them feverishly. He didn’t want them to stop- he was so close already and the sounds Cleo made as Etho played with their breasts sent signals down his back.
“Come on- come on Etho, you can do it, I know you can” she kept her speed, though making sure to emphasize her thrusts in, rolling their hips. Etho squeezed his eyes closed as he panted, moaning and kissing Cleo once more before he tensed up, squeezing Cleo and trying to get her to hold still. She didn’t- she slowed down, but she kept going, riding his orgasm out, his stomach being covered in come again.
Cleo pressed kisses down ethos jaw, then his neck, behind his ear, around his face. Etho was floating. His body felt so empty, and he wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or not. The only thing keeping him stable was the tickling of Cleo’s hair as they peppered kisses across his skin. They had stopped moving, yet still inside of Etho. Etho didn’t want her to pull out.
“E-e-etho” she sang softly, tracing her fingers across his eyebrows then under his eyes, then down his nose, up his cheeks, across his jaw, down his neck. Etho blinked a few times, looking around before finding Cleo’s eyes.
“Hi, love” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss on his lips. Etho smiled, relaxing further into the bed and inhaling.
“You up for talking?” She asked, taking his hands again, pressing her thumbs into the center of his palm. He did that for her too often to count. Etho shook his head, shifting sit up a little. Cleo pushed him back down.
“That’s okay. I’m going to pull out now, and then I’ll grab some wipes and wipe you down.” Cleo watched ethos face for a moment. Etho inhaled slowly and nodded, closing his eyes and spreading his arms across the bed. Cleo scoffed and patted his hip, slowly pulling her strap out. Etho cringed and shuddered, Cleo shushing him.
“I’ll be right back.” She promised.
Etho laid there, floating slightly. He didn’t actually expect this when he came home. Maybe he expected to get laid, but definitely not like this. Not that he’s complaining. He’d never complain about Cleo ruining him like they do.
The funny thing is, ethos probably gotten fucked by Cleo more than ethos fucked Cleo. He attributes to that being because Cleo prefers all the control, and she doesn’t always put her own pleasure on the priority list. Etho and bdubs have started to push more to get her to, but only because they worried she was doing it to “not be an inconvenience”.
Etho inhaled and exhaled slowly, controlled. Etho wasn’t one to immediately need cuddles. That was Bdubs. Cleo didn’t mind either way. Sometimes, Etho has found that after something so intense, it’s okay to be in your head for a little, relishing in what he just went through.
Etho opened his eyes briefly to see Cleo back, one of their shared shirts on; nothing else. He smiled and looked at her as she brought a warm cloth to his stomach. Etho closed his eyes again, letting them manhandle him to clean. He loved when Cleo cleaned him. Maybe it’s because she manhandled him though and he didn’t have to do any work.
“Okay. Come on, you’ve got to get dressed and have some water now” Cleo pressed her cold hand on ethos chest. Ethos stomach flexed and he opened his eyes, frowning slightly and sitting up. Cleo leaned forward, steeling a kiss before pulling him the rest of the way up, helping him stand slowly.
He was able to get dressed fine, pulling a hoodie on, changing his boxers. Then they surprised him by bringing ice cream over a warm brownie to bed.
“When did you have the time-“ Etho looked down at his dessert.
“I’ve been here a while, actually. I got off work early and figured I would surprise you.” She leaned against him, the show they played quiet in the background. Etho nodded and broke the brownie apart with his spoon.
“Well. Normally I don’t like surprises, but I think I like these” he admitted, leaning into her too.
…
“It was the one you bought before we took a visit to magic mountain a few months back” Etho stared at the tv screen, watching the show so he didn’t have to look at them. Cleo was quiet before snorting, laughing and leaning further into Etho, making him smile around his spoon.
“Very good.” She teased. Etho nodded.
“Yes. I am. I am a very good boy” he grinned, Cleo laughing and pressing a kiss to his lips.