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He worships her. He worships the ground she walks on, the air that passes through her lungs and back out her nose. He worships the clementine peels she removes in long, spiraling strips and discards in the office wastebasket. They make the basement smell sweet and sunny, like the orchard where the fruit must’ve grown.
He thinks that she had to have come from somewhere like that, that the particles and atoms and essences that make her up must’ve joined together somewhere warm and fruit-bearing.
Here on his knees before her, nothing will change. Mulder looks up at her like his universe begins and ends with the space they occupy together– it does. And when Scully smiles down at him, Mulder is certain of two things– that he loves her, and that he is going to suck her cock until his jaw hurts and he comes in his pants.
“Mulder,” She says cupping his jaw, “You’re going to be so good for me, be a good boy and take me so deep.” Her other hand grips tighter in his hair and he doesn’t even try to suppress the sounds that escape his throat.
After all, he’s been eager for this since their stakeout two days earlier when Scully, wound up and squirming in the faux leather passenger seat of their rental Toyota, told Mulder she wanted him to make her cock hard, take it in his mouth, and suck it until she came.
Mulder’s eyes are glassy and dark and he follows her orders. Loyal, steadfast, and lovesick, Mulder whines into the soft divot of her left hip, kissing down her leg and holding on like he might float away if he didn’t keep all ten of his fingertips pressed firmly into her skin. His tongue traces needy shapes down her leg. Mulder kisses, bites, and licks at the tops of her feet, the meat of her calf, and the soft curves of her thigh.
Then, gripping her ass and the sturdy leather straps, he drags his tongue slowly along the underside of Scully’s silicone dick. By the noise she makes when he looks up at her from under lazy thick lashes, he knows she feels him there.
She's wearing nothing but her harnessed cock and her dainty gold cross. The necklace sparkles in the dimly lit bedroom, occasionally catching the light of the street lamps outside.
“You’re so beautiful on your knees for my cock. Wrap your pretty lips around me?” Scully encourages, raking her hands through Mulder’s hair in that delicious, rhythmic, almost-painful way that makes his dick and balls ache between his legs.
He wouldn’t dare deny her anything, so he lets his mouth water as his tongue plays around the head of her cock. Slowly taking her in, he relaxes his throat and inhales the heady scent of her arousal.
He whimpers as he soon finds his throat filled up and his mouth flush with Scully’s harness.
“Yeah, there you go. So deep.”
She pets his head, he’s been good. Mulder begins to move up and down her length in slow, measured strokes. He lets the spit he’s been collecting wet her cock with each tortured thrust. He hopes it’ll start to drip from his lips down his chin. He wants Scully to use him up completely; by the time they’re done he wants to be nothing but a man-shaped impression of his devotion to her.
Scully stops him from moving the next time his mouth moves flush onto her harness. She pulls Mulder’s hair hard and holds him full with her. He’s whining and trying not to rut against her leg like an animal in heat. He’s so hard it hurts. Scully made him leave his jeans on, trapping him under layers of sturdy denim and soft cotton.
Sensing his discomfort, she says, “C’mon, unzip your pants, take it out.” Scully uses her thumbs to play across Mulder’s face, and smears across his cheeks the heavy tears forming at the corners of his eyes. Mulder releases his grip on her ass and thighs, unbuttoning his jeans and lifting his swollen sex out of the confines of his boxers. It stands proud and red up against his stomach, bobbing as he twitches and squirms under Scully’s gaze. She smiles at him so sweetly it almost cuts him. It’s perfect and all too much at the same time.
Scully reaches over to the bed behind her, retrieving a small black bullet vibrator and moving it below the front of her harness. With her free hand, she pulls Mulder closer to her by the back of his neck, using the pressure of his face against her cock to push the vibrator up against her swollen clit.
Her brow furrows, and her rosy lips part. She tells Mulder to make her come, and starts fucking his face with small, shallow movements– just enough to keep grinding the vibrator up against her. Scully’s legs spread wider and her knees go a bit weak, but Mulder holds her steady.
His throat is so full, his cock is so hard, and he presses himself as close to her as he can get. When he feels his erection bump up against her smooth leg, he almost loses it. His hand finds hers under the harness, taking the vibrator from her and holding it to her.
Mulder throats her cock and lets her fuck him– Scully’s resolve is wearing thin and Mulder’s jaw is burning with the sweetest soreness. He gags a little as he moves but he doesn’t care. Scully starts grinding her hips more frantically, and her hands are unrelenting in his hair. She makes a high groaning noise like a bird’s coo that ends in sogoodsogood muldermuldermuldermulderplease, and he feels orgasm ripple through her body.
He pulls his mouth off of her dick and throws the bullet back onto the bed. Scully kneels to meet him on the floor, and takes his mouth hard with her own. Mulder holds her tight and skates his fingers across her back, feeling her shudder. He’s pressing them together in an embrace with which he means to say “thank you” for all of this, for their closeness, for her understanding, for their ability to come undone together. She pulls away and smiles, dragging her hands up his stomach and through the load he shot when she came. Scully makes him lick it off her fingers, smiling sweetly and planting soft kisses across his face.
Mulder thinks he might never stop needing this, needing her, and he’s okay with that.