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the door shut behind ekko with far more force than he'd intended. his book bag dropped from his shoulder, to his elbow, to the floor with a thud. he was exhausted, and irritated beyond description. the day had dragged on, everything that could go wrong doing just that. he'd hated every second that passed, every person who spoke to him, every task he had to complete. he was ready to hit the floor himself when a vibrant blue head popped up from the couch, an even more vibrant smile following. it felt like seeing the sun peek between clouds.
"home already?" jinx asked happily, the sound racing through his veins. "i was just about to bring demetrius his stupid pufferfish." her eyebrows creased a bit when she saw him, and he heard the plastic clink of her controller as it hit the coffee table.
ekko made his way around, taking her in fully. hair pulled loosely back, his t-shirt hardly reaching bare thighs, a discarded bag of chips crinkled at her side. looking at her felt like medicine. with a relieved sigh he sank into the couch and rested his head on her stomach, weighted eyelids slamming shut. gentle hands pressed into his back, and she murmured a soft, "everything okay?" walking in the door hadn't felt like anything. laying pressed against jinx was what felt like coming home.
he nodded, rubbing his thumb across the bottommost curve of her ribcage. "today sucked." this earned him a small laugh. "don't wanna talk about it."
"like i was gonna ask you to." her fingertips trailed up between his shoulder blades to scratch lightly at his scalp. ekko melted into her, the days tapestry of mishaps being unwoven with every pull of her fingers. "sorry it sucked."
"it's better now." he let his pinky dip beneath the hem of the shirt, so drenched in her smell it might as well not even be his anymore.
"not gonna thank me for my service?" her leg bent up a little when his touch met the soft skin of her thigh, hugging his side as her hand splayed across the back of his neck. "you came home at the right time. i was gonna go fix one of those crazy sandwiches you showed me a few days ago."
the video played through his mind and ekko's stomach growled. "i'd marry you if you made me one of those."
"god, you're easy," jinx teased, though she made no effort to move. he was glad. he wasn't sure he was willing to get up just for that. he could hear the smile in her voice when she said, "if a good sandwich was all it took i'd have locked you down forever ago."
as if he wasn't locked down, anyway, satin chains adorning him. "maybe work on your proposals." the words were muffled, his fingertips roaming lightly across her thigh and hip. he knew what underwear she was wearing by touch alone, the thought making his body warm, and he felt jinx lift up against his hand with utmost subtlety. "don't make me get up."
jinx shifted against him again- barely, but enough to make his breath catch. he could feel her heartbeat pick up in her chest. "no?" her voice was quieter now. "what if i want that sandwich?"
ekko huffed a soft, shaky laugh, his fingers flexing against her side. "i’ll make you one later." his nose brushed along her ribs as he pressed a kiss to her stomach through the shirt. she squirmed slightly beneath him. "i need you right now." he moved his lips up to her sternum, his hand gliding beneath the shirt to her waist. it was hard to remember why he'd been so agitated mere minutes before.
"you have me." of this he was certain. it'd always been them, relying on each other. he had her, and she had him; wrapped entirely around her finger. he pushed the shirt up her stomach so his kisses could adorn her skin instead, drawing his thumb across the same spots and feeling her arch up into him. still subtle. not willing to give him the upper hand.
ekko didn't care to get it, either. he just wanted to be close to her, to soak up that unique peace only she could give him. odd, from such an explosive woman, but true nonetheless. he loved coming home to her.
he leaned up enough to raise the shirt above her breasts with both hands, his fingertips gliding over her hardening nipples as the cold air chilled her and his lips grazed the goosebumps rising on her neck. touching her just wasn't enough, though it made him so hard it quickly became unbearable. he pressed against her and they both moaned, soft and wanting, but that was not the relief ekko was searching for. her thighs tightened around his hips, and her hands slid up his back beneath his own shirt. he shivered, their mouths meeting, and jinx's tongue was the respite he'd been longing for.
steadying himself, ekko gave himself over to the kiss, to jinx, letting her grind up against him as she pleased. he kissed her slowly, not letting her passion speed up the intimacy he so desperately wanted. needed. jinx seemed to notice this, pulling in a shuddered gasp as if to collect herself. she tugged at his pants but he shook his head, moving his lips down her jaw to suck lightly at her neck.
"then why-"
"just need you," he moaned, and jinx's heart beat into his.
it was easy to make his way back over the exposed skin of her stomach, alternating trails of kisses with the tip of his tongue. jinx was nearly writhing, her body vibrating with the effort of keeping still, as ekko's mouth met the waistband of her underwear.
they were exactly the pair he had thought; pink cotton that she preferred for her lounging days, intricate lace along the borders. ekko almost hated to take them off of her- almost, pressing a kiss directly to her heat through the thin fabric. she'd soaked through them. he couldn't hide his smile.
jinx looked like she wanted to say something, when he glanced up at her from beneath his lashes, but as he did her face softened and the words seemed to flee her.
“e-ekko…” her voice cracked, and so did the last of his restraint.
“i've got you,” he said, lips brushing over her again. the scent of her was making him dizzy. “i need you just like this. please.”
her lips were parted, letting her ragged breathing slip through them. her features morphed with understanding, like she saw it all at once- the need, the absolute ache pulsing through him.
he couldn't look away if he wanted to- which he very much did not. not with her spread out for him like this; bright red and radiating heat, soaked cotton clinging to her. she was far too beautiful to look away from.
“jinx,” he whispered, so hoarse it hardly left his throat. his thumbs stroked up the inside of her thighs, reverent, wanting. “let me, please. i need to- god, i fucking need-”
his voice cracked on the plea, raw and humiliating, but it didn’t matter. she blinked down at him with hearts in her eyes, and her hips lifted ever so slightly in answer- barely an inch, but more than enough.
ekko whimpered.
he couldn't even try to be restrained, mouthing at her again through the damp cotton, hands gripping tightly to her thighs.
“you’re so wet for me already,” he breathed, like he could hardly believe it. she seemed to get more turned on every time he glanced up at her. “you want me, too, don’t you?”
she nodded with exasperation, like he was entirely oblivious, her hips seeking more contact almost absentmindedly. his hands were trembling as he slid the panties down her thighs- slow and so, so grateful, letting his nails scratch lightly across her skin as he did. he kissed along the light pink marks as he made them, lips dragging along her hipbone, her inner thigh, the curve of her knee. the flimsy fabric was on the ground before his heart could beat again.
when she was bare for him, he found himself staring as if at newly unveiled art, his mouth actually watering as he reached to spread her with two of his fingers. they both gasped at the feeling, jinx's nails sinking into his shoulders. “thought about this all day,” he admitted quietly, a secret just for her ears. “didn't know i was, but i think i always am.”
then his tongue was on her, and whatever jinx wanted to say was lost in the air between them.
slowly at first, quelling the initial ache within him. just enough for him to moan into her, throaty and desperate, her taste satiating the secondary need beneath it. his fingers slid through slick heat to tease at her entrance, easing inside of her with so little resistance she jumped, a soft cry bursting from her chest. she gasped, hips twitching against his mouth, and ekko's eyes fluttered closed as though presented with his final meal.
“that’s it,” he whispered, barely audible, lips attaching lightly to her clit between syllables. her hands tugged at the loose locs in his face, and her back arched entirely off the couch. “let me have it, baby, give it to me.”
"yours-" she hissed, fucking herself down harder around his fingers. jinx smacked at the couch cushion, and her thighs spread wider.
that did it.
he groaned, deeper now, grinding into the couch without meaning to, immersed in her so entirely he couldn't find it in him to be embarrassed. she was pulsing against his tongue, body twitching every time his tongue lavished across her clit. he focused there, soft flicks, then tighter ones, sucking her into his mouth desperately. he gripped her hips so he could keep her right where he wanted her.
ekko didn't care for rhythm, didn’t want control. he truly just wanted to taste all of her, drink her up until he was so full of her there wouldn't be room for anything else. his tongue circled her, coaxing more of those small, whimpering noises from her chest until they grew more frantic, more needy. then he sealed his lips around her clit and sucked. hard. his fingers curled up against the smooth walls of her heat, pressing against the point of pleasure he'd learned so early on.
jinx’s whole body jerked, a sharp, gasping moan echoing off their small apartments walls.
i love you, i love you, i love you. he couldn't say the words, spelling them out with his tongue instead. as if she knew, as if they traveled through her and rested on her tongue, jinx sang them back to him, her voice high.
"i fucking love you, ekko, i'm gonna- f-fucking-"
he could feel it. the way her legs shook, the way her grip in his hair tightened, the way her cunt did the same around his fingers. he'd never wanted anything more.
ekko nipped lightly at the soft skin of her inner thigh, knowing she'd be marked by him come morning. it'd give her something to think about throughout her day, permeating her brain and body the same way she did his. his thumb pressed to her clit. "that's my girl," he huffed, resting his cheek against her thigh. "let me feel it, baby, it's mine." he attached his lips to her once more, his tongue working her clit.
and she did, without hesitation.
it began breathlessly, gasps so ragged he almost stopped to check on her. then her whole body went tense, thighs clenching around his head as she shuddered with each roll of her orgasm, grinding against his mouth like she didn’t know how to stop, or couldn't if she wanted to. she was crying out for him, her climax the best gift he could be given. the shake in her voice lit up every synapse in his brain, and he refused to let up.
"too sensitive-" she gasped, nails in his scalp, but her writhing seemed to cease. her thighs clasped tightly around his head, and he felt her ankles cross behind his back. spent as she was he felt a rush of new wetness soak around his fingers, his hips pressed pathetically into the couch cushion below.
he didn't want release, or even friction. not really. it seemed secondary to the want he felt for her, that incessant burn that even being buried between her legs could not stifle.
he kept fucking her slowly with his fingers, stretching her gently as he groaned into her, the vibrations making her cry out his name- ekko, ekko, fuck, ekko-he was gone then too, drunk off her. her taste was more addicting than any drug, any drink. he could not get close enough, though they were intertwined so tightly he couldn't truly tell where he ended and she began. cyclical, infinite, just like his love for her.
her head dropped back against the couch as her thighs parted more, offering everything, surrendering entirely. something snapped in ekko the instant she did. his movements became even more reverent, every point of his body focused on drawing pleasure from her. it was his purpose, his entire sense of self, buried in the slick heat of her.
“s-so perfect, baby,” she managed, her voice weak but drenched in affection. “so fucking good for me."
ekko moaned like the words had pierced him, tongue working faster, more precise now- desperate to keep that praise falling from her petaled lips, to earn what was his already. her legs became so weak they fell slack against his shoulders. she started gasping every time his mouth caught her clit just right, her hands pushing at his head as the feeling overwhelmed her.
“i need it,” he begged against her, voice shattered with the weight of his need, muffled by her heat since he refused to pull away. “i need to feel you cum for me, again-"
ekko felt it, her voice stranded in her throat as she tried to respond. soft thighs tensed against his cheeks, tighter, trembling. her breath hitched, then stalled completely.
he moaned into her, not for the first time, so desperate he could barely keep his mouth moving, but he didn’t stop- couldn’t, not for the world. he fucking needed this, needed it like he needed air, maybe even more. needed to feel her break for him, because of him, because of his tongue as he worked it against her so fervently.
and then-
"o-oh, oh, fuck-"
there it was. he grinned in spite of himself, cock still throbbing.
"ekko, god, ekko." she said his name like it belonged to her, like it was meant to be said by her and her alone.
her body contorted up off the couch, the marks he'd left on her stomach hitting the light, her hips sporadic against his face, and he knew with every ounce of himself that she was cumming for him. not for herself, not from teasing or timing or chance, but from him loving her exactly the way he knew she needed. how he needed, too, perhaps even more than she did. his lips never left her clit, his tongue circled tighter, faster, as she writhed and cried out beneath him.
he held her down gently, strong hands cradling her hips, not forceful, just supportive. it was his life's dream to let her fall apart as he held her pieces together. his touch was her reminder of how badly he wanted her, wanted this.
“don't hold back,” he plead lowly, mouth hot against her as he pulled back enough to watch- chest heaving, lashes fluttering like summer moths, her whole body tumultuous as any storm.
jinx let out a choked, broken moan, her body vibrating. the writhing slowed, her pulse still so quick ekko could feel it beneath his hands. the incessant movement of her hips slowed, too, and her grip in his hair went from deathly to gentle once more.
he leaned back in to taste her fully- addicted- tongue soft now, slow, easing her through the last of it as she shuddered with each roll of her orgasm, mouth open in disbelief at how good she still felt.
“you are so beautiful like this,” he breathed, lips tracing into her thigh, his fingers withdrawing from her cunt with an agonizing slowness. he wanted to keep going, but jinx was clammy beneath him, her bangs sticking to her forehead with sweat. “you're everything to me.”
she grinned, glowing with her climax and happy confusion in the pull of her brows.
ekko kissed her again, right over her swollen clit, just to feel her jump in his hands. he smiled, a mirror of hers, and begrudgingly sat back, attempting to regain his composure as they stared at each other, breathless and dizzied. his lips were still wet, and when he drew his tongue across them jinx's skin flushed to an even brighter red.
god, he was so in love with her. even the throbbing of his cock stayed at the back of his mind, the front occupied entirely by the taste of her still on his tongue.
"c'mon," he murmured as he stood, kissing her temple as she looked at him with wide eyes. he nodded towards the kitchen. "your turn to eat."
she smacked lightly at his arm. "are you insane?" she said shakily, though her grin and glassy eyes betrayed her.
"maybe." he pulled her up, lips pressed to her forehead then. she nuzzled against him, still radiating a glee laced confusion as his shirt tumbled down to her thighs, concealing her from him once more.
the sandwich was phenomenal, albeit made by shaky hands.