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The awkward part had been that Caitlyn had bought the damn thing to use on Maddie. And then—well, that hadn’t exactly worked out.
Vi had found the hexstrap packed away, never used, in its wooden box under the bed. Caitlyn could tell that she was equal parts intrigued and freaked out by it. On the one hand, Vi loved hextech. She regularly polished and maintained her gauntlets. Caitlyn could see the excitement crackling just under Vi’s skin when the gauntlets hummed to life. With care, over time, it was like the gauntlets had become an extension of Vi’s body; they had molded to the shape of her fists.
On the other hand, Vi had a complex.
During sex, If Vi thought Caitlyn was asking for anything other than her mouth or fingers, she became edgy and defensive. Early in their relationship, Vi had been going down on Caitlyn, her thumb running soft, teasing circles around Caitlyn’s clit, her tongue pressing in, again and again—Caitlyn was delirious with it.
“Oh god, god—please—put it in already!”
Vi had stopped dead.
“What do you mean, put it in already,” she’d asked. Her voice had lost the breathy edge it had had when she’d been sweet talking Caitlyn earlier. “Put what in, exactly.”
Caitlyn had played it off, begging for Vi’s fingers, but the mood had been broken. Nowadays, she was careful with her pillow talk.
Vi was the best Caitlyn had ever had, and yet, she acted as if Caitlyn was sacrificing something to be with her. Vi was so attentive, watching Caitlyn’s every reaction, making sure that she enjoyed herself. It was almost too much. After years of unsatisfying sex with selfish men, Caitlyn never thought that her problem would be a partner that was too giving. Now she found herself wishing Vi would be selfish sometimes too.
It felt like Vi was trying to compensate for something, and unlike Caitlyn’s ex-boyfriends, Vi wasn’t insecure about her height.
“Why—why do you have this?” Vi’s voice was distant, as she turned the hexstrap over in her hands. It had begun glowing when Vi had taken it out of the box. There had been the option to buy one with leather straps, but Caitlyn had chosen to go “strapless.” The thing was designed to stay in place by fitting securely inside the person wearing it. When Caitlyn had bought it, she had fantasized about fucking Maddie and feeling it. She had run her fingers over the elegant ridges that were designed to rub against her clit as she thrust and she had felt the toy hum. She thought she’d been imagining it, but she could have sworn the ridges moved against her fingertips. It was as if the pads of her fingertips were being sucked in. Vi seemed to be similarly captivated by the toy as she touched it.
“I um, well, I wanted to use it on—to use it on Maddie."
Vi’s head shot up. She looked shaken.
“Use it… on?”
“Well, yes.”
Vi looked like she was processing this. She was staring off into the distance, the hexstrap still glowing in her hands. She had that little crease between her brows that Caitlyn liked to smooth out when Vi frowned in her sleep.
“I’ve, uh, I’ve got to go.” Vi put the hexstrap back in its box, gently, as if it might be dangerous. For the first time in a long time, Vi went out of Caitlyn’s bedroom window.
Caitlyn didn’t see her around for a few days. She’s just begun to seriously worry when Vi returned. Caitlyn walked into her room to find Vi fully clothed on the bed. The hexstrap was out of its box, laying inert on the mattress beside her.
“Alright,” Vi said, glaring at the hexstrap as if she was planning to fight it, “I want to use it. On you.”
Caitlyn—who until this exact moment had been thinking about deeply unsexy council business—took a second to catch up.
“You want to… use the hexstrap. To… fuck me.”
“Yeah, cupcake. I do.” Vi looked so determined, as if she were going into battle. Shoulders set, jaw clenched. Caitlyn felt her heart swell. She put her council materials on the desk and went to straddle Vi’s lap on the bed.
“You do realize that I love your fingers?” she draped her arms across Vi’s shoulders, pecking kisses along her eyebrows. Vi’s cheeks grew pink.
“Yeah, I know.”
“And I love your mouth.”
“Yeah.”
“You know I don’t need this? That I would happily live out the rest of my days doing exactly what we do now?” Caitlyn traced the tip of her tongue along the shell of Vi’s ear.
“Yeah, I—I want to use it. I want you to feel good.”
Caitlyn pulled back to look at Vi. Vi still had that determined look on her face, but she didn’t look upset. She looked like a woman who had spent days talking herself up to do something and who wouldn’t be convinced to back down now.
“Alright,” Caitlyn said.
The first challenge was that the thing was supposed to go inside.
In general, Vi didn’t like to be touched. Her favorite way to get off was for Caitlyn to sit on her face. Vi’s own hand would work furiously between her legs as she ate Caitlyn out like she was starving for it. More often than not, it was the noises that Caitlyn made that got Vi off. In all of the times that Caitlyn had seen Vi orgasm, penetration had never been on the table. Caitlyn didn’t say it out loud, but she was worried the hexstrap wouldn’t even fit.
Vi seemed to be determined it would.
She was lying on her back, toy in hand, and Caitlyn was curled around her side. Caitlyn idly kissed Vi’s neck, teasing her nipples with the tips of her fingers. She felt Vi’s breath hitch but thought it might be the discomfort from the toy, rather than anything Caitlyn was doing.
“You know, it might be easier if it was wet,” Caitlyn tried to speak in a sexy voice despite how awkward the situation felt.
“I’m trying,” Vi bit out.
Thinking for a second, Caitlyn sat up and positioned herself between Vi’s spread thighs on the bed. She could see the tension in Vi’s body; she looked vulnerable. While Vi was usually all bluster and confidence, this was uncharted territory. Caitlyn could see that the insertable end of the hexstrap had barely breached Vi—just the tip was in, and it looked rather uncomfortable. The strap appeared huge between Vi’s legs.
Caitlyn stroked her hands up Vi’s thighs, feeling them twitch slightly under her palms. She smirked up at Vi, before leaning forward and carefully spitting on the place where the strap met Vi’s body. Vi gasped.
Gently placing her hand on the strap, Caitlyn guided it out and in again, focusing on carefully getting the toy wet. She spat on it again, and then once more, and when she looked up, Vi’s cheeks were flushed as she watched. As they made eye contact, Caitlyn felt the strap move into place. Vi’s breath went out of her as the ridges of the toy settled over her clit. She was gripping Caitlyn’s forearm so tightly, that Caitlyn worried she was in pain.
“Do you want it out or—”
“No! No, it—it’s just—it’s—” Vi breathed out heavily.
When Caitlyn looked back down at the strap she could have sworn it had changed slightly. While it had been long, smooth, and elegant before, now it seemed to be slightly shorter and thicker. It was pulsing blue in time with Vi’s breathing, and the light it gave off seemed to be brighter than before. Caitlyn was fascinated with that appeared to be a vein along one side. Without thinking, she reached out and ran her finger along it.
“Ah!” Vi’s back arched off the bed.
“Oh god, I’m sorry—”
“Do that again,” Vi panted, “oh my god—again.”
Caitlyn slowly moved her hand to run the tips of her fingers up along the underside of the dick. Vi’s expression was tense as if concentrating. Caitlyn heard Vi’s breath catch and watched as her hands were fisted in the sheets.
Feeling bolder, Caitlyn ran her finger up along the head of the dick, teasing at the tip. Vi was clearly resisting the urge to thrash, to push her hips up, seeking more friction. Caitlyn gave it to her, wrapping her hand around the strap. She spit on it again and ran her fist up and down.
Vi’s mouth dropped open and all of a sudden the tension went out of her. She seemed to melt into the bed. Caitlyn could feel the hextec pulsing slightly under her grip. Near the base it seemed to be almost vibrating with energy. It didn’t feel alive, but it seemed to be channeling something; a conduit to parts of Vi that Caitlyn otherwise didn’t get to touch.
Caitlyn experimented with different grips and speeds, watching Vi closely. Vi looked blissed out, her eyes half closed and unfocused, her hips occasionally twitching up into Caitlyn’s fist. It had been a long time since Caitlyn had given a hand job and she wracked her memories for things her previous partners had liked. She twisted her wrist at the top and Vi whined, she honest to god whined, and Caitlyn had never heard her sound like that before.
“Oh—god—right there—” Vi was having trouble speaking.
Caitlyn felt herself get wetter. She kept a steady pace—a little bit slower than she knew Vi wanted—twisting her hand around the head on every upward stroke. Vi’s hands were clenching and unclenching the sheets, her eyes screwed shut as if she was just trying to hold on for the ride. She was making noises that Caitlyn had never heard from her before, high-pitched and needy. Normally, when Vi had her head between Caitlyn’s legs she would moan when she came, usually a deep sound from her chest as if punched out of her. Now, little uncontrolled noises were escaping Vi on each stroke.
“God, Vi,” Caitlyn’s eyes were fixed on the strap, on the way it had seemed to mold itself to Vi’s cunt. She felt the strap twitch in her hand.
She imagined what it would be like to fuck Vi like this. How it would feel to straddle Vi’s hips on the bed and ride her, to hear her make those noises when she was inside Caitlyn. For her to come inside Caitlyn.
“You look so hot like this,” Caitlyn was surprised by how deep her own voice sounded. She shifted on the bed and could feel a wet spot on the sheets. “I love watching you this way.”
Vi’s eyes flew open, as if she was checking that Caitlyn was serious. Her face was flushed now, she was a little sweaty, and when they made eye contact, Caitlyn felt the hexstrap’s energy increase slightly, as if vibrating on a higher frequency. Caitlyn sped up her strokes.
“I don’t think—” Vi was panting now, “I don’t think I can—”
“You don’t think you can come from this?” Caitlyn’s voice was thick like honey. Vi moaned, nodding. Caitlyn gripped the strap a little harder on the upstroke. “That’s alright, my love. I’m just enjoying the show.”
Caitlyn kept a steady pace for what felt like ages. Her brain felt foggy. Not even thinking about what she was saying, she kept up a stream of comments—most of them were nonsense pet names, or comments of “fuck,” and “god, look at you,” and “taking it so well for me.” Occasionally Caitlyn would say something that would cause Vi to clench around the toy.
Seemingly out of nowhere, Vi came in her hand. Caitlyn had kept the pace steady and Vi had been out of her mind for the past few minutes already, so for a moment, Caitlyn didn’t realize what was happening. The hexstrap suddenly glowed blindingly bright, and Vi’s thighs shook.
“There you go,” Caitlyn could hear the smile in her voice as she watched Vi come, “what a good girl, that was so good.”
Almost immediately after the last waves of her orgasm, Vi began to frantically try and pull the hexstrap out. Caitlyn grasped it firmly by the base and pulled it out carefully, and Vi melted back into the bedsheets. Caitlyn lay down on top of her, the hexstrap glowing softly beside them on the bed.
Caitlyn tucked her face into the crook of Vi’s neck and gently stroked the hair along her nape. Vi’s breathing evened out below her, until Caitlyn felt it hitch. Then again. She peeled herself back to see that Vi was crying. She had a tiny smile on her face when Caitlyn looked up, but the tears were flowing in earnest now.
“Oh, my love,” Caitlyn kissed her gently. Vi sobbed quietly against her lips.
Caitlyn kissed her until Vi’s tears subsided. Vi didn’t ask her to move, even though Caitlyn must have been heavy on top of her. They lay in silence, listening to the tree branches outside tap against the window with the wind.
“I never—I thought—” Vi sniffed. She probably needed a handkerchief, but Caitlyn wasn’t going to get up right now. “I thought that—I thought there was a right way to do it. I’m not a man, but I shouldn’t have to be. I don’t need that—to make you happy.”
Vi let out a small, frustrated noise, as if she didn’t know exactly how to express herself.
“But then… you had this toy. You bought it. You were going to use it. And—you’re you. And if you could—if you wanted to. Then it was okay.”
Caitlyn hugged her close.
“Next time,” Caitlyn said, kissing Vi’s forehead, “I’ll sit on your face while I jerk you off.”
Vi squawked, her face turning scarlet. That seemed to be the impetus Vi needed to get out of bed. The hexstrap forgotten for now, Vi threw a squealing Caitlyn across her shoulder and carried her off to the shower.