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“Remember,” Marinette said, making the hero kneeling between her legs look up at her with a curious expression. She smiled and reached forward, brushing his teal bangs back with her hand. The black hood of his new costume knocked back, giving her a better view of his handsome face. His blue eyes (so much better – more natural – than the mint of his old disguise) gleamed at her through his mask, shining in the fairy lights of her balcony. She giggled when he raised an eyebrow in question. “No hands.”
He rolled his eyes and bent his head back towards his goal, making her suck in a breath when he pressed his lips against her inner thigh.
“Right, because snakes don’t have fingers,” he said dryly, and her giggle cut off in a gasp when his tongue was suddenly on her, his nose nudging her slit before giving her a long lick. Her fingers twisted in his hair, and he smirked up at her.
“N-no,” she panted, returning his smirk with a grin of her own. “But they do have tongues.”
He bent back to her with another satisfying lick, and her head dropped back to her chair, her eyes closing as she allowed herself to let go and just…enjoy it. Like he had asked her to.
Beithir – the hero formerly known as Viperion – was supposed to be on patrol. He had claimed he had finished early, that he was just stopping by on his way home to check up on his favorite citizen. He was worried about her, after all – he had it on good authority that she had been rather…stressed lately. Perhaps he could offer his services? Help her…relax?
…she had been stressed lately, and a little too busy to see much of her too-patient boyfriend between finals and commissions and the applications for her looming internships all coming up, plus all the problems her dad had been having with his health that had her helping out at the bakery more, but she knew his excuses for what they were: a thinly-veiled booty call. She wondered if using his Miraculous to access her rooftop garden counted as personal gain.
When his tongue drove back into her, licking long and slow and deep before curling around her clit, she found she didn’t really care. She needed this as much as he did.
“God, you’re good at this,” she breathed, her back arching to press her core closer to his face. He nipped at her, and she jumped with a startled squeak. He chuckled before kissing her thigh.
“I’ve had some practice,” he told her. She raised an eyebrow, and he nudged her knee with his shoulder. His arms were folded behind his back, his wrists held tightly in his hands to keep himself from reaching out for her. “You’re not just my favorite citizen, after all. You’re also my favorite snack.”
“Oh my God, you’re horrible,” she snorted, reaching up to muffle her laugh with her hands. He smirked at her, nuzzling his cheek against her thigh.
“I thought you just said I was good?” he teased, licking her again before she could respond. He started to move one of his arms, and she pressed her knee back into his shoulder.
“Uh-uh,” she said, shaking her head. She hummed at his next kiss, relaxing again as he got back to work. “N-no hands, remember?”
She felt his arms tense between her legs and knew he had tightened his grip on his wrists to keep them behind his back. Just where she had told him to keep them when they’d started.
“What do you want?” he asked, his fingers sliding down her stomach to fiddle with the knot on her sleep shorts. She squirmed against him, pressing her ass back against the erection his suit was doing nothing to hide. His lips moved along her neck, nipping and sucking, as his other hand fondled her breast. “Tell me how to make you feel good, darning.”
“Y-you know how…mmm, like that…” she moaned when his tongue slid along her shoulder. She caught his wrist when his hand tried to slip inside her shorts. She turned her head, catching his gaze with dark, hooded eyes. “Lu…”
“I’m not Luka,” he whispered, nudging her ear with his nose. His voice dropped into a low, rumbly version of the brogue he affected as the ‘new’ Snake hero (to confuse his identity with the ‘old’), and she rolled her eyes.
“Beithir,” she said, making him chuckle. She caught his mouth in a heated kiss, and he groaned as she ground her ass against him. “I want your mouth on me. No hands – just your tongue.”
Which is what found him where he now was, kneeling in front of her with his hands behind his back and his face pressed against her slit. Her leg hooked over his shoulder, and she laughed when one of his hands caught her foot and squeezed. She knew this had to be torture for him: he loved touching her, running his hands along her thighs or hooking them on her ass to pull her closer or massaging her breasts…he was never satisfied to use just his mouth, and she could feel the strain in the way he gripped her foot.
“You’re doing…so good, star,” she breathed, sinking lower in her chair. “Just like that. Just…like…ah!”
She jolted when he sucked, his lips closing around her clit and tugging hard. She pulled on his hair, and he hummed before pushing his tongue back into her. His fingers were circling lazily against her ankle, and she tried to giggle as she bumped his shoulder with her other knee.
“Cheating,” she breathed. He pulled away to grin at her. His face was a mess – she loved it.
“It’s unfair,” he said, resting his cheek against her thigh. “You’re sitting here in front of me, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and you won’t even let me touch you. You’re killing me.”
“You are touching me,” she said, wiggling her hips at him. He rolled his eyes, and she giggled. “You can keep touching me, you know.”
He lifted an eyebrow, but her foot pressed into his hands when she felt him start to move.
“Just not with those,” she giggled. Her hand left his hair to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing beneath his mask. She missed the teal sometimes, but she liked the black. It made the teal accents (the outline on his hood and mask, the lines on the suit) stick out more. “Who knows where those gloves have been? You’ve been all over Paris tonight.”
He rolled his eyes and turned his head, biting at her thigh again. She settled back in her chair and reached down with her free hand, sliding her fingers along her folds before circling her clit. She smiled at the way his eyes darkened, and she tugged on his hair again.
“Ok, now that’s really not fair,” he said, his voice almost a whine. She started to giggle again, but it cut off in a gasp when he darted forward and caught her fingers with his mouth, licking them clean. He grinned up at her as he kissed her fingertips. She scratched at the back of his head, making his eyes close. “I want to touch you so bad.”
“Finish the job and maybe I’ll invite you inside,” she said, and he laughed before kissing above her curls.
“Just maybe?” he asked.
“Mmm…you said you were on your way home,” she said, leaning back in her chair. She pressed her fingers into the back of his neck, trying to guide his mouth back to where she wanted it. He was talking entirely too much. “Sure someone won’t be missing you? I wouldn’t want to keep you too late.”
“The only one who’d be missing me is right here,” he said, kissing a bit lower – still not low enough, though. Still, she smiled and brushed her fingers back into his hair. He closed his eyes and kissed her again, on her inner thigh right next to her core. He looked back up at her with a lazy little smile. “I wouldn’t have to run back home if someone would just move in with me.”
She sank a little lower in her chair, raising her hips back to his face. He rolled his eyes and returned his mouth to her, licking lightly along her lips before he dove his tongue back in. She gasped when he wiggled it, catching her eyes with the best smirk he could manage, given his position.
“Soon enough,” she said, and the hum he made had her toes curling. “Y…you know…God, I’m close…”
He was the one not being fair, she couldn’t help but think. He could get her to agree to anything when he did this.
“Are you sure I can’t touch you?” he asked – teased. She moaned when he swirled his tongue along her nub. Her hips jerked towards him, and he chuckled again.
“Y…yes!” she cried. He pulled back, lifting an eyebrow at her, and she groaned. “I mean no – no hands!” He pinched at her ankle, and she pressed her heel into his back. “Stop teasing me and just – oh shit!”
She had known she was close, but she hadn’t realized she was that close.
His mouth was back on her before she could stop yelling at him, his face pressed against her as he tried to get his tongue as deep as he could. She curled over him, both hands tangling in his hair as a keening whine left her. She was right there, she just needed…she needed…one of her hands started to move towards her clit, but he shook his head before moving up to suck. She gasped as he stiffened his tongue and swirled, curling and flicking until she was tugging his face flush against her, biting down on one of her hands to keep herself from crying out. She felt the burst, the tightening string snapping as her body spasmed around Lu…Beithir. She wasn’t sure how long she sat there, hunched over him as she rode that high, but when she finally started to come back to herself she was aware of his hands on her hips, his fingers rubbing lazy little circles as he continued to slowly lick at her. His tongue brushed against her clit, and her entire body twitched at the over-stimulation.
“Ch…cheat,” she panted. He made a noise of disagreement before resting his cheek on her thigh.
“Did not,” he said, grinning at her. “I didn’t use my hands.”
She wiggled her hips as if to prove him wrong. She squeaked when he pinched her.
“You were already coming,” he said, “and not because of my hands. Besides, if I didn’t pull you back just a little, you were going to suffocate me. Great way to go, but I would like to do this again. Bit hard if I’m dead.”
“Oh my God, Luka,” she laughed, covering her face in an attempt to hide the blush she felt burning her cheeks. She peeked out over her fingertips to grin at him. “I love you, but you are such a dork.”
“Your dork, though,” he hummed, kissing her thigh before leaning his head back against it. He sighed and closed his eyes. “I don’t think I want to go home now. This really would be so much easier if you’d just move in with me.”
“You know I can’t yet,” she sighed, brushing a thumb beneath his mask. She had been ready to, last fall, before… “Soon, but…”
“I know,” he said, catching her hand and holding it to his cheek. “I understand, I do. Please don’t think I don’t. I just…”
“I know,” she said. She tapped her fingers against his cheek, and he looked up at her with a curious expression. She smiled warmly at him before nudging him back. “C’mon. Stay with me? Get out of that suit and let me return the favor?”
“You don’t have to – this was about making you feel good, remember?” he asked with a smirk, and she rolled her eyes before pushing him back. She unhooked her knee from his shoulder, pressing against his erection when her foot dropped to his crotch. He hissed in a breath at the touch, and she shot him her own smirk.
“Making you feel good does make me feel good,” she purred. His eyes darkened at her, and she leaned forward to kiss him. “Now rest those scales and come inside before we really give Sass a reason to be mad at you.”
He snorted, and she rolled her eyes before kicking him towards the hatch that led down to her bed.
“Aye, aye,” he said before dropping his transformation. When the glow faded, her boyfriend was grinning up at her. Sass had already phased through the roof, no doubt in search of his friends and some peace and quiet. “Now, what’s that you were saying about coming inside?”
She snorted and shoved him through the hatch, laughing as she dropped down on top of him. It didn’t take long to divest him of his clothes, and she wasted little time after that before reaching for his cock. He pulled away from her kiss to lightly slap at her fingers, his grin absolutely evil when she gave him a curious look.
“Uh-uh,” he said, wagging a finger at her. Her eyebrows soared as he leaned forward, whispering against her lips, “No hands.”
She collapsed against his chest, giggling, but she was more than happy to comply. It was, she supposed, only fair.