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Trixie has been really insistent in his flirting with Katya since he came back from his sabbatical. Taking time off to rest did him good undoubtedly, and it was a relief for all of his loved ones who spent the time leading up to his break grinding their teeth together to bear the sight of him running himself into the ground. That was about half a year ago.
Now he is back in his natural eccentric ways, happier, quicker to laugh, louder, his cheeks fuller, his mood elevated overall. He seems confident and he is radiating joy, and Katya’s heart flutters with every stupid joke he makes, every moment he allows himself to behave like an idiot or be honestly himself. She didn't truly know just yet how badly she was missing him before she got this version of her long beloved acquaintance back.
Of course, it wasn't all sunshine and lollipops. Trixie was not only back to his authentic self, but he was also behaving a little strangely towards Katya. And she certainly didn't know what to do with this new occurrence of flirtation coming her way at the most random times, in more and more deranged ways, really out there lately.
After Katya was on the verge of tears during the lovey-dovey proposal at the end of the program they were watching on the Netflick couch, Trixie’s “Do you wanna make out?” was the straw to break the camel’s back.
It wasn't the first time Trixie had asked her that, more like a weekly occurrence if she counted the times it happened on the podcast. So just as always, she tried to deflate the situation by laughing and ignoring her, physically unable to turn the proposition down. She tried to run away so fiercely from the feeling dawning in on her that she couldn't help but pull her feet away when Trixie reached out to hold it.
She was fully spiraling, questioning everything, trying to convince herself for her own sanity that it couldn't be real, none of it could. But the question arises in her mind despite her best efforts, why would Trixie joke about such a delicate subject? Was he serious? No way. If he wasn't, Katya thought, she has every right to be butthurt about it, the frequency of the soliciting making it a little careless and jabbing.
She miraculously got through the end of filming, dodging Trixie’s hands from closing in around her neck. What a metaphor, she thought to herself in disbelief before opting to make some more jokes about the show to distract herself and possibly the viewer from the rising tension. It all just got a little too intense for Katya’s liking. Maybe they have been flying too close to the sun to be able to get away without consequences now.
In the dressing room Trixie takes off his makeup and changes back into his regular clothes, finding any excuse to busy himself for another minute, antsy, waiting on Katya. He noted how she immediately went for her pack of cigarettes after they let them go, but the time it was taking for her to return started worrying him, terrified that he has spooked her, made her want to avoid him. Did he say too much? Did he do something wrong?
Wondering how he achieved the exact opposite of what he wanted from Katya, she finally busted through their shared door, the surprise visible on her face about him still being there. She tried to make up a plan as efficient as possible, but she quickly reduced to attempt acting like everything was okay and scurrying away as soon as humanly possible.
Trixie wasn’t having any of it tho. He was frustrated that Katya wouldn't give him anything back for his efforts all of a sudden, and he has made up his mind while the clock obnoxiously ticked in the background about the fact that he needed to know if he even had a chance with her after all these years.
His mission fully takes action after a few sentences exchanged that seemed unnatural and awkward for them, with Katya refusing to look him in the eyes. He fully physically stops her from fleeting the scene when she opts for the door, putting his body between her and the exit in one quick motion.
Katya curses herself for not following through with asking Brandon a favor, to save her from whatever conversation that was awaiting her, and just pack her bag and help her get out of there without having to face Trixie.
Stopping in her tracks, he thinks she looks like a deer caught in headlights, and he hates it with every fibre of his being. He needs to make it okay, he needs Katya to know that he never meant to hurt her, that she only has to say it and he will obey, he will make whatever right.
When she glances up at Trixie, she looks alarmed, any effect of the smoke break and fresh air gone with the wind. She musters all that she has in herself to keep the eye contact going.
“Can we talk?” Katya flinches despite her best efforts. “Uhhh. I- I have to go.” She stares at her shoes while getting midway between the door and Trixie. He doesn't move besides following her on her path with the turning of his body. He shrugs and sighs, lifting a hand to pinch the curve of his nose between two fingers. “Katie.”
She freezes right then and there. Oh, it's serious. He really wants to talk. She turns around slowly, unable to look up at him if he really is going to say anything. What if she messed everything up? What if this is the last time he ever wanted to see her?
She catches herself being a little dramatic, but she can't help it. Things have been in motion for a while, and she is terrified that it was all for the worse.
“If you don't want anything from me that's fine. That's okay. But please, I just need you to say something. I'm literally out here embarrassing myself on my knees week after week for you, asking for an answer. I-” Trixie pleads.
“What.” “Just fucking tell me to stop since you dont want me. It's that easy. I just need you to say it.” He is flailing his arms around as his demeanor gets more heated, truly desperate for a sign that he was wrong, that there is still something in the way Katya looks at him.
“What? What do you mean? Trixie, I- Brian-” She can feel her head spinning, or the room spinning, or both. In opposite directions.
“I don't know if you noticed that I've been begging you to kiss me for months at this point, but every single other person has!”
At that Katya has to fully back up to the door, like there is a force pushing her towards it, feeling like she couldn't keep standing otherwise.
“Are you- Are you being for real? Yeah, I’ve noticed, but I can't- It's not funny.” She has to compose herself with a deep breath. There is fury waking in her stomach from the way Trixie seems to be the one mad about the whole joke he is making out of her and her feelings. “I didn't want to cause any problems between us but it's not fucking funny. I can't joke about it with you, and I thought, surely you would know this. Apparently I need to remind you. It's serious for me, and I'm sorry but I really don't enjoy you using this as your new standup material."
“I'm not joking. I haven't been joking.” Trixie took a step forwards. “I’m fucking serious. I’d never joke about this with you.” He watches as her eyes go wildly open. “What- What do you mean-” “Katie. I want you to kiss me. Not for the cameras, not for show, not for money.” He tries to deflate and calm down, but he has to stare at the floor, catching any sight of Katya having the chance of burning him alive with a single glare.
Now she is looking at him like she just saw a ghost. Trixie continues, true agony seeping into his voice as he busies his hands with each other. “I want you to want to fucking kiss me! But I get it. I won't- I'm sorry for pushing you, I really shouldn't have, so-”
It's now Katya's turn to take a step towards him, bewildered, reaching out but letting her hand fall flat between them. “Wait. Wait, wait, what. Let’s stop for a second. What are you saying?” Hope blooms in her chest despite her knowledge that it might as well be the death of her. “That I wanted... More. But I will stop now, I promise. It was inappropriate of me to-” “So you were being serious?”
Katya’s eyes are truly blown, staring right into his skull without an issue, probing him where he is the softest. He doesn't get why she wishes to torture him further. “Yes I’m fucking serious! I want you so badly I don't know what to do with myself these days! I want you to kiss me stupid, I want you to fuck me to death, I want your hands on me all day long and I want to fall asleep next to you! What part don't you get?!”
“Bri-” Katya attempts, to no avail. “Do you know how it feels? Realising that I’m the last one in on the joke? That everyone seems to be aware that I was the last to figure out that I want to wake up early just to make your favorite breakfast for you? But not only am I twisting and turning between my sheets thinking of you, I’m also not fucking waking up anywhere near you! And I swear to god I started making myself oatmeal last week, that's how bad I’m missing you! And I never even had you in the first place, and you don’t even want a boyfriend, it’s so fucking pathetic, I-”
Katya literally almost jumps in front of Trixie, her hands reaching for his chin and around his back, grabbing, grasping, pulling him in tight. His face so wide in surprise, Katya can't help staring into his big brown puppy dog eyes before they flutter closed, their lips crashing into each other in a heated mess.
As Katya’s tongue touched Trixie’s lips, he was already moaning, breathy little sounds escaping him as he stretched his neck in anticipation, his knees wobbly, asking for her firm grip to guide him to the ground safely.
He opened his mouth hungrily once reaching the floor, ready to take her all in, giving her access to any and everything she could just wish to do to him. Gasping right into her warm mouth, he ran a palm up the front of her body, grazing her manufactured curves with greedy little fingers, getting her to moan back into his mouth between the dance of their tongues.
She started grinding down on top of him, their bulges dragging across each other’s, Trixie already breathless with it, letting tiny sweet whines out in appreciation.
“All these questions about my sexual preferences- All the times you asked if I wanted a boyfriend-” Katya kept dragging her lips away just to keep rightfully accusing Trixie, keeping him breathless with the sight of her lipstick starting to smear. “If I wanted to make out with you- If I wanted to sleep in the same bed-”. He wondered if his face was covered in red too, and he sort of hoped it would be, making his heart leap with it.
Trixie was so-so eager in his nodding that he was choking on his own moans, Katya’s hands sneaking under the waistband of his sweatpants to palm at his ass having its effect. She gently spread him through his underwear, then circled and pressed on his entrance with wavering pressure, earning the sweetest little gasps from the putty that Trixie has so quickly turned into.
The hands pulling and squeezing on Katya so fiercely made her feel like they might merge into the same entity completely, and she was not opposed to the idea. Trixie kisses her back with such hunger and urgency that it turns her whole world upside down, and she is vibrating with it.
She can feel him, rock hard, boner probing her in between her ribs, and she thanks god for the fact that he does not tuck. She knows she is undoubtedly soaking between her legs, the mere act of making out with Trixie getting her all worked up.
Trixie started eagerly pulling on his pants, desperate to get rid of them, to get the useless fabric out of the way. He is throbbing, he knows he is featuring a growing wet spot on his underwear and it doesn’t help his whininess.
Katya stopping kissing him for half a second only enhancing his needy writhing, but she only does it to help him get more naked, her eyes lighting up with previously unforeseen hunger. Putting her hands back on his skin, she digs her fingers into his thighs to lift him up, getting her legs beneath to position him. She immediately reaches for his length to get him out of his briefs after looking him in the eyes, checking in, seeing his lower lip caught between his teeth.
He gasps from every tiny touch, every tiny gesture, and he is so wet and pink and drooly that Katya questions if she is dreaming as she salivates. Her jaw is on the floor, and she is damn sure she has never seen anyone more beautiful, letting him know with a moan so deep, so adoring, that a new bead makes his tip shiny with it.
She can’t help staring at him in awe, taking it all in, dragging her bony fingers over his hips and soft belly, watching him shudder in anticipation. Probing himself up on his elbows, he is twitching and whining for it like his life is on the line. He forgets about himself so quickly that he is drooling on himself through his mouth that was abandoned, left open the minute Katya stopped licking into it.
“You are so fucking cute.” Katya muses in the tone she does, staring right back at Trixie, using “cute” as the highest of compliments regarding her men. And he knows this. So does his dick, twitching violently in response, jumping for attention between their scorching hot, tangled up bodies.
Her red skin is revealed through her hours-old makeup and a bead of sweat collecting on her forehead as she concentrates all of her attention on Trixie. He gets the urge to lick it off of her face, he wants to collect it with his tongue so badly, he thinks he might die with it.
He whines for her, soft and needy and low, and Katya snaps out of her trance to immediately chase after his lips, being met with sheer force, clashing in a tangle of heavy breathing.
Eventually Katya’s lips curl up around his tip instead, keeping up the eye contact the whole way down, only stopping to kiss his sensitive skin under his hiked up shirt on his stomach. Trixie had a full body reaction to it, his brain getting fried by the second. All of his muscles clenching, he moaned so loud it was practically a yell, a tad bit too loud for their thin-walled dressing room.
Katya let him go with a popping sound, making every last movement count. She thought she could come right then, just looking up at Trixies blissful little face, his pleasure echoing back from every surface. She pecked his abdomen, faced his begging puppy dog eyes and pink flushed cheeks. “Having to ask pains me deeply, but could you be so good and come down my throat just a tiny bit quieter?”
Trixie practically shudders into her sweet tone and straightforward words, nodding frantically and mewling for her as his dick jumped in front of her chin. He thinks she is looking at him so sweet, and he can't help but keep nodding thoughtlessly, his brain floating high out of his mind, on the verge of begging. He can’t tear his gaze away from where Katya’s fingers are rubbing on his skin at his hips, and his toes flex when she licks her messy red lips. The involuntary buckling of his hips make Katya chuckle at him softly, no maliciousness in it, her voice pure amusement.
The desperate reaching of his hands to grab for her, fingers clenching on top of hers, straining with restraint, quickly finding their way to become entwined. Katya's grip gets firmer on him, and she looks so pretty with her lips glistening and her lipstick smeared Trixie thinks he might cry. And come. Or frankly, both.
His soul leaves his body in the moments he can see Katya leaning down to lick up a stripe his whole length, making him jerk violently, eyes rolling back into his skull. His hands find a way into the strands of her wig in favor of keeping her close forever, and she smiles into it when she can feel him twitching underneath herself.
Wanting to reciprocate the gentle rubbing of her fingers on her scalp without messing her hair up, he carefully presses at the nape of her neck and her temple to let her know he needs her there.
The thought that she could bust just from this, from anything from Trixie crosses her mind again, tiny sparks fluttering around in her stomach, all over her fingertips, traveling to every place where their bodies are connected. Only if her dick wasnt suffocated between her legs, she thinks. Maybe another time he can get her to come undone just with the gentle pressure of his fingertips massaging her scalp.
She let out a throaty moan when she glanced up at his face again from his crotch, his wet tongue darting out from between his rosy lips as he got lost in the pleasure her tentative licking provided.
Yet it was still nothing compared to the gutteral sounds that followed her as she took all of him in, gathering him all up in her mouth with great hunger. Trixie’s legs closed in around her body like it was a well-practiced move, Katya eagerly nosing at the base of his abdomen. She created a vacuum like what she needed to get out of him was liquid gold, wrapping all around him until his stomach tightened with it.
It didn't take long until he was chanting her name like the most cathartic prayer and her eyes rolled back from the sound, her well rounded moves taking Trixie apart at the seams. Precum, sweat and drool made everything slippery and sticky, their smell heavily lingering in the air even after just the brief time it took Katya to get him up to the edge.
Trixie’s senses are blinded by her as he feels finally consumed by her, enveloped and held together by her reaffirming hands. He is whining and moaning for her like it is the end of the world for him, and she can't help but take a second to press a tiny kiss at Trixie’s dickhead. He spills out right at that moment, her grip tightening around him, and he feels like there is no more oxygen that he could get into his system, grasping at Katya like she is the only thing that matters.
He knows she is. He can feel his heartbeat in every single cell of his body, his whole being pulsing truly as one, and he can feel every single one of his pores pushing out a drop of sweat as he flies higher towards ecstasy. His whole body is turned inside out by her, muscles tightening and releasing with the saccharine negging of her fingers.
He doesn’t even register the loud gasping sounds he is making until Katya’s slow and pleased moaning reaches his eardrums. She swallowed him whole, wanting everything he is willing to give her. As he trashes on the floor he thinks he would let her set his whole house on fire if it made her face even out and her eyes glisten like sucking him off did. He prays it keeps being a thrill for her because he knows he needs her to sedate him until there is nothing left of him that hasn't been chewed up and gentled over by her.
“You are so pretty…” It comes out all wobbly, but he is surprised it did at all, all of his energy seemingly drained out of his body. It makes Katya's ears ring with it, grateful for his earnest words anyways. Her mouth is filled with his taste, her world reducing to all the spots that make Trixie shiver.
He looks down at the red lipstick left all over his crotch, and he thinks she might really be the end of him. Fuck it, the prophecies were right, he needs Katya carnally and cosmically, he thinks as he reaches for her with a weakly extended arm, Katya obeying immediately, kissing her way all over his glistening happy little face as he giggles in her arms.
She coos at him until he grows impatient enough to yank her down to get to make out with her, sucking and licking at her lips and moaning at his own taste, Katya cranking up the grossness of it all, but he can’t stop himself from gasping into her mouth regardless.
They make out and touch until the wet spots grow cold on their clothes, more or less gracefully fleeting the scene with their luggage to bring the conservation back to Trixie’s house, continuing with their shenanigans.
The next morning Katya is still in his bed, drooling and sleeping as peacefully as ever, and Trixie is laying on top of her in the most inconvenient way possible. Neither of them have any complaints about the arrangement.