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Ema was sure she owed years' worth of lost enamel through teeth grinding to Klavier. Her heart rate spiked with annoyance when he was around, even if he said nothing to her. Even if he just observed from afar, doing his flashy version of boundary-respecting, his presence made her irritable.
But he was just so fucking pretty, and he made her body light up despite her best efforts. His voice, soft and silky, coaxed her heart out of its jaded iron cage. His lips were so inviting as he smiled gently at her, a performance worthy of an Oscar.
It was like a mating dance. The ritual of the splendid fairy-wren, gorgeous and bright and a dazzling pastiche of blues, trying to woo the plain female with flowers and song and tantalizing gifts.
For some reason, despite all the girls and guys who threw themselves at his feet, he wanted her. Maybe it was just because she made a big show of not wanting him, that she became that much more appealing to him. He said he found her gorgeous—maybe saying that was a part of the dance as well.
And as with female birds, Ema was in a position to be choosy.
* * *
"Come here," she ordered, pulling him close by his low back in the foyer of her apartment. He'd barely had a chance to take his shoes off before she accosted him, but she'd been waiting far too long and he was late.
"Oh?" He let himself be moved, although with the difference in their heights and weights it was a maneuver where he gave the appearance of being under her sway. But he did it well—he was a performer, after all. "The fräulein would like to give me marching orders?"
Now he clasped his hands softly around the back of her neck, drooping his head downward so she felt like she was in some sort of protective Klavier cave. This was always her favorite, secretly. He smelled like vanilla and spice and breath mints in a way that overtook the faux floral scent of her Secret deodorant, and his touch was soft and supportive.
Ema, being no performer at all, groaned as their foreheads touched. Klavier's cock twitched through his pants. (Even the best performers couldn't hide physiology.)
"Yeah," she whispered. "I brought you over here to fuck me just how I like it." She bit his lower lip impatiently.
"I like the sound of that," he murmured. "But first…let me kiss you, like I've been meaning to."
She hated so badly that this made her heart flutter dizzyingly in her chest as he cupped her cheek with one hand and brushed his lips against hers. Why couldn't he just let her be disaffected?
Thank god for his lips sealing out the sound of her pathetic sigh, for his humming into her mouth to swallow up any evidence that she needed this.
She knew he noticed it, because he noticed everything—but part of her mating dance was that he needed to pretend he didn't.
Her knees were weak by the time she pushed his face away with her hand. Without another word, she grabbed onto his wrist and pulled him along to her bedroom.
When she got there, she wasted no time, being already irritable that he'd broken through her defenses. "Get undressed. I want to watch you." She flopped back on her bed and tugged off her shirt and pants before kicking her socks off over the edge. Her bra was soon to follow.
Klavier lingered where he was, his eyes darting over Ema's mostly-naked body.
"Oh?" he said with a smirk. "What's my punishment if I fail to comply?"
"I tell you to get the fuck out of my apartment." No sexy spanking or fluffy handcuffs for you, Casanova.
This drew a laugh from him, his shoulders shaking with the force of it. "You're brutal, Fräulein."
"But you'll stay."
"Natürlich." He slid out of his coat, draping it over her computer chair. His beautiful, stupidly sexy hands were dexterous as they unfastened one button at a time, exposing just a bit more skin each time.
By the time he shimmied out of the silky shirt Ema was throbbing impatiently. When was the last time she'd been fucked? And here was Klavier, looking like a Greek god, perfect pecs on display for her.
He knew. His demure smile was anything but. She knew he lived for this shit, and yet she couldn't help but enable him in his vanity.
"Okay, I changed my mind. Take your pants off and get on top of me," she barked. "Quickly."
"As you wish," he murmured, and her heart jumped. His obnoxious belt clinked as his pants dropped to the floor, and his cock was pert and perky through his boxer briefs as he climbed on top of her.
She ran her hands along his smooth arms, groaning at the warmth and weight of him pressing into her. She offered no resistance when he kissed her, or when his tongue dipped playfully into her mouth again and again—she met it with curiosity and a low hum in her throat that made his dick throb against her pussy lips. Luckily he couldn't feel the way she was throbbing right back for him.
He moved to kiss her nose, stroke her face. "That feels good?" he murmured, gazing into her eyes. Unbearable. She kissed him so she didn't have to look at him, quashing the yearning within her own chest.
"Yes," she said, betraying herself by stroking his stupid face back.
"You can tell me what you want me to do for you…and I'll do it." He pressed his hips into hers in a slow grind. She met it with an arched back and a sigh.
"I want to be—worshiped," she stuttered out. "I want to feel beautiful."
This drew out a low groan from him, uncharacteristic in its earnestness. "Fuck…" he muttered into her neck. "You are beautiful.
Don't do…anything," he panted. "Lie back and let me make you feel good."
Ema had always been a pillow princess, which her partners had tolerated with some irritation. To just be allowed to be and receive pleasure was a gift that only Klavier had given her so far.
His lips trailed down her neck with reverent kisses as he placed her hands at her sides, squeezing them. The rest of the time, she always fiddling with her hands, tensing them, biting her nails, getting calluses from taking notes for the forensic science exam. Her body relaxed at the touch and at the permission to let go.
His stupid, perfect lips pressed against the skin of her breast, then her nipples. His mouth hanging open angelically, he lavished soft, slow strokes of his tongue on her sensitive skin, occasionally closing his lips in a kiss and sucking gently. She bucked forward into his mouth, shuddering and sighing. Of course he had to dampen it by looking up at her with half-lidded eyes—annoying—but it still felt good enough that it was worth it.
He moved down her body, kissing her stomach (she convulsed—ticklish!). His speed slowed to a teasing pace as he approached her bikini line, breathing right where she wanted him to kiss, his lips hovering above the wet spot in her underwear—and then he switched directions, started back upward from her ankles, massaging her body with his hands, caressing every part of her that he could reach.
Ema groaned at every little touch. The anticipation was killing her. She didn't even have anything rude to think in her head about Klavier anymore, the bastard. He was too good at this—
All capacity for thought momentarily departed Ema's body. Klavier had buried his face between Ema's thighs, kissing her through her underwear, and the pleasure crashed over her like a wave.
"Oh, fuck," Ema cried out. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" The curse word reached higher and higher notes as Klavier kissed her through her underwear again and again. A satisfied moan escaped his lips and reverberated through her body.
Those hands caressed their way back down from where they had wandered so that he could pull down her unimpressive, three-for-$30 pack Aerie underwear as though it were expensive lingerie, and before she could even catch her breath he was licking at her clit.
"Fuck, fuck! Oh my god…" She clutched at the sheets, arching her back up. Klavier spread her legs apart, swirling his tongue around her clit. His hums into her skin only heightened the sublime feeling of his tongue.
"Klavier, mm, yes, that's it… God…" she sighed, grinding into his face. He moaned louder at hearing his name, which made her moan louder in turn. She fisted her hands into his hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He didn't seem to mind, tonguing even more passionately into her, even fucking his tongue into her entrance to make her scream.
The stirrings of an orgasm were tugging at her belly before long. "Klavier, oh my God, I'm gonna—oh fuck, Klavier—"
She didn't know what she babbled as she bucked her hips and came on Klavier's tongue, with him never losing his pace or finesse as she shuddered out her release.
By the time she regained control of her faculties, she was already pulling him up and kissing him again and again. Her own taste was strong on his lips, and with his tongue in her mouth she soon tasted like her own pussy too. He pulled Ema to him by the lower back so their bodies pressed together, and they cuddled as their breaths slowed. She didn't even stop him from stroking her hair.
She was really tempted to just send him off without coming—his penance for being a pain in her ass 99% of the time—but she couldn't be completely cold-hearted, not with the way Klavier had just sent her off to the moon.
"Here," she said, sitting up and peeling off his underwear to free his (admittedly impressive) cock.
"'Here'?" he laughed. "That's all you have to say to me?"
"Do you want to come or not?" She pushed at him to get him to roll over onto his back.
He looked at her with his annoying disarming smile. "I do."
Ugh. Reverse cowgirl, so I don't have to look at him.
Ema turned away and straddled him with her back turned to him. She picked up his leaking cock with one hand and held it steady to line it up with her entrance—she was soaking wet, no need for lube. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his cock without much fanfare.
"Oh, Gott," she heard him gasp as she sank down onto him and let gravity do the work of penetrating her. His hands landed on her hips as he bottomed out inside her.
And then, he squeaked out as though he'd remembered something important, "No condom?"
She turned her head back to glare at him. "If I'd wanted one, I would have had you put one on."
"Alles klar." He squeezed her hips and began to move his hips into her while she rode him.
She was sensitive from just having come a few minutes ago, but it still felt hot to have him all throbbing and needy inside of her, to hear his labored breaths as he rolled his hips into a rhythm.
"Ach, you're killing me, fuck…. Ema…" He sounded uncertain and slightly desperate as he moaned out her name. Despite herself she sighed at hearing her own name in that tone, grinding into him as he reached the peak of his thrust.
Klavier thrust faster, and she bounced to his rhythm, squeezing her thighs against his hips to use as leverage. She panted, feeling hot with the exertion, hearing the sound of her wet skin smacking against his.
He surprised her by sitting up and pulling himself close to her, his moaning hot and labored in her ear as he bucked his hips forward with unexpected force and came deep inside of her.
Ema wasn't ready for where her own body was going with this, more excited by the sound and feeling of him than she'd expected. Wait—fuck—this-is-actually-really-hot-what-the fuck—
And she was able to reach another peak with his finger swirling around her clit, nearing overstimulation between the wet, warm, throbbing feeling of his own orgasm and the electric, jerking motion of hers.
* * *
The male splendid fairy-wren, all things considered, was highly devoted to his female partner. Once his mating ritual was successful, he would nest in the lowlands with his partner and help her raise the chicks, give or take some fooling around with other birds in between parental duties.
Ema's version of that was letting Klavier stay til morning and make her breakfast. (So much for eggs.) But it was something, and for all the grief he gave her, she had the thought that she wouldn't mind having him around like this from time to time.