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Caitlyn wasn’t the kind of person who frequented bars, but she was known to enjoy a late night out drinking with her friends on one specific occasion: her birthday. Once upon a time, she’d rather have spent it curled up in front of the fireplace at home, playing cards with her parents. But in the years since they’d passed, she preferred a distraction, and her friends were always happy to take her out.
She liked that she didn’t have to keep track of a tab—Jayce or Mel always paid for each and every one of her drinks. Viktor, Sky, and Lest kept her plenty of good company if her two best friends snuck off to make out for a little while. If she was still awake enough when it got late, they finished off the night finding a club to dance the rest of their energy out at.
The first year, it’d been more painful than fun. After six years, though, Caitlyn genuinely looked forward to the night out.
Unfortunately, for her thirtieth birthday, her usual bar of choice was closed for renovations. She was incredibly picky with a bar’s atmosphere, and she almost cancelled the night altogether until Lest’s girlfriend of six months, Sevika, suggested a place on the south side of Piltover that she swore had the perfect vibe for her birthday. Lest made sure to go through Caitlyn’s list of must-haves before bringing the idea back to her. It was spacious, lots of table seating, chairs that didn’t make your ass sore after three minutes, a clientele and staff that wouldn’t mind them getting rambunctious but wasn’t at risk of breaking into fights, and at least halfway decent drinks.
That’s how they ended up at The Last Drop on the night before Caitlyn’s birthday. Sevika and Lest got there first and held a table while the other four of them commuted from the northern half of the city. Upon arrival, Caitlyn was pleased to see that although it was clearly busy, there really was quite a lot of space. Lest and Sevika had grabbed two small tables and dragged them together, and Lest had even taken the liberty of ordering them a round of shots and a plate of cheesy fries to start the night with.
Caitlyn entertained a round of happy birthdays from her friends before they all threw back the tequila, and then Jayce nudged her. “What‘ll it be for the new addition to the thirty-and-up club?”
Caitlyn rolled her eyes, glancing over at the bar as she thought through the drinks she enjoyed, trying to determine which would be best to start with.
And that was when she saw the bartender, with spiky pink hair styled on one side of their head, the other side shorn short. Piercings in their ears, nose, eyebrow. A tattoo right on their face, more crawling out of their white t-shirt, spilling down onto dense and defined muscles. “Ooh,” Mel cooed, drawing the attention of all their friends, “I think Caitlyn spotted something she likes at the bar.”
Everyone chuckled when they realized what Mel had noticed, and Caitlyn scoffed through a blush. Sevika smirked and happily informed her, “They’re single.”
“You know them?” Lest asked, looking at her girlfriend with interest. “They don’t look like your type, honey.”
Sevika snickered. “Yeah, no, and I’m not theirs. We go to the same gym, cross paths sometimes. Name’s Vi.” She looked back at Caitlyn pointedly. “You, birthday girl, are definitely their type.”
Caitlyn huffed and tried to shake off the attention, looking to Jayce to say, “Pick for me, something strong.”
“Sure you don’t want to go up there yourself?” he asked her, smirking now, too. She narrowed her eyes, and his palms rose in defense before he got up to open up his tab and get them drinks.
He made several more trips over the course of the next two hours, supplying drinks for his best friend and his girlfriend. Caitlyn paced herself pretty well, telling herself it was because dancing later sounded fun—and not that she was interested in staying at this bar until close. Because there was certainly no reason to do that, because she certainly wasn’t going to approach the hot bartender whose type she apparently was. Certainly not.
They decided to do another round of shots as it approached ten-thirty, and Jayce haphazardly balanced the tray of six little glasses on his way back to the table. The shots were distributed among the group, Mel exclaimed, “To Caitlyn!” and they all threw them back.
As the liquid burned down Caitlyn’s throat, she slammed the shot glass back down. She didn’t really feel it when her hand knocked into Mel’s almost empty martini glass, but everyone at and around the table heard it when it smashed into the table with enough force to shatter into a few big pieces.
“Shit!” Caitlyn exclaimed, Mel jumping back to avoid the bit of the drink that was spilling across the table.
“Hold tight,” Jayce said, “I’ll go let the bartender know.”
Caitlyn didn’t really think about it before she said, “No—I’ll do it. It was my fault, anyway.”
It was clear that no one believed her reasoning for finally getting out of her seat and making the way to the bar. She wasn’t doing much to support her own case either, what with how she tugged her dress down a little, pushing her breasts up, combing a hand through her hair. She hoped she wouldn’t look or sound very drunk, but the alcohol that was running through her veins was enough for her not to linger on the possibility.
“Excuse me,” she said, leaning over the bar top, trying to draw this Vi’s attention. The bartender, though, appeared distracted with whatever they were doing. Caitlyn cleared her throat, trying again. “Um, excuse me?’
This time, a blue-gray gaze snapped to look at her—immediately dropping to her cleavage before bouncing back to her eyes. Caitlyn had the fleeting thought, for just a second, that maybe this would be the first birthday outing where she didn’t go back to her own flat.
And then Vi said, “Hold on, cupcake, some dumb motherfucker just broke a glass over there.”
Caitlyn froze with her lips already parted, processing what the bartender had just called her and the low, sexy timbre of their voice a split second before she realized the rest of what they’d said. Vi didn’t seem to notice her shock as they slipped out from behind the bar, a dustpan and a towel in their hand as they headed in the direction of Caitlyn’s friends.
After a second of standing there dumbly, Caitlyn followed after them. Heard her friends saying, “Thank you, so sorry about that,” as Vi swept the glass pieces into the dustpan.
“No problem. Sevika, can’t believe you’re breaking glasses in my bar.”
Sevika snorted just as Caitlyn got back to her seat. “Wasn’t me, was the birthday girl.” She nodded to Caitlyn, and Vi followed her gaze. Their pretty eyes widened just slightly, a scarred eyebrow ticking up.
“Oh, you’re—”
“The birthday girl,” Caitlyn snapped, “and the ‘dumb motherfucker’ who just broke a glass over here. Which I was coming over to tell you, by the way.”
Sevika made an amused burn sound, and Lest elbowed her as the other four of their group exchanged looks of concern. Caitlyn crossed her arms over her chest, awaiting Vi’s apology. But when they opened their mouth, they had the gall to instead say through a smirk, “Oops.”
“Oops?” Caitlyn snapped, abruptly seeing red. Who did this person think they were? “You just blatantly insulted me!”
Vi had gathered all of the glass now and was already starting away from the table, where Caitlyn’s two best friends were trying to get her to sit back down. Caitlyn ignored them, stomping after Vi, who said, “Calm down, cupcake, I wasn’t trying to insult you. That’s just how I talk.”
“Well does your boss know that’s how you speak to customers?” Caitlyn demanded.
Vi dumped the glass into a trash can and then smirked, even more obviously, at Caitlyn. “He did,” Vi informed her, “and he still left this place to me when he passed, so. Pretty sure he wouldn’t give a shit what I say to customers in my own bar.”
Once again, Caitlyn was at a loss for words.
Vi, though, was stepping back behind the bar just to stick their head into the back room. As they came back out, another employee with them, Caitlyn heard them say, “Yeah, hopefully just for a few. Thanks, man.” And the other employee took the place Vi had been manning at the bar, the bar owner coming to stand in front of Caitlyn again. “Look, birthday girl, I didn’t mean to insult you. Next round of drinks is on the house, okay? For your whole table.”
Caitlyn should’ve left it at that, but she was tipsy and it was her birthday and Vi was so hot. Especially the way they stood now, hands on their hips, eyebrow cocked, looking a little impatient but still amused. Caitlyn wanted to wipe the amusement off their face, and she knew exactly how she wanted to do that. So instead of agreeing, letting all of this go, and walking back to her table, she asked, “What if I don’t find that to be a satisfactory solution?”
Vi scoffed, confusion lacing their tone as they asked, “What, you want a formal apology?”
Caitlyn abruptly stepped closer, so there was only a sliver of space between them. She heard Vi’s breath catch, caught the flaring of their eyes. “No.”
Vi searched her eyes, and Caitlyn uncrossed her arms, dropping them to her sides, opening herself up a little. “Good, cuz you wouldn’t get it,” Vi insisted, though their voice was suddenly quieter, most of the animosity gone, almost all of the humor. They observed Caitlyn’s face, contemplative.
“It’s my birthday, you know,” Caitlyn murmured, her eyes dropping down to Vi’s lips.
“Yeah, heard that.” Vi still sounded caught off guard, a little confused, but as Caitlyn struggled to look away from the scar ticking the corner of their mouth, their breath caught before turning to an interested hum. And now the seductive scratch of their voice was back as they realized, “Oh, I see. You don’t want an apology. You want a birthday gift.”
Caitlyn’s tongue darted out, wetting her lips quickly and efficiently but drawing Vi’s gaze to the movement all the same. When she looked up, Vi’s eyes took a second to lift and meet hers again. “If you’re not interested, the free round of drinks is more than satisfactory,” she murmured—strictly for the record, because she was pretty certain that she wasn’t misreading Vi’s interest. “But I heard from Sevika that you’re single, and that I might be your type…”
Huffing a laugh of minor disbelief, they muttered, “Of course you did. She tell you my name, too, cupcake, or were you just gonna skip that part?”
“Vi,” Caitlyn whispered, their name tasting even better than the drinks and bar snacks she’d been eating all night, “and mine is Caitlyn, though I’ll let you keep calling me ‘cupcake’ once you can tell me if you think I’m sweet enough…”
Vi looked over Caitlyn one more time before their gaze shifted to look past her, back in the direction of her table, like maybe they were trying to glare at Sevika. Their eyes were only full of arousal when they locked again with Caitlyn’s. Louder than for just her to hear, Vi said, “Hey, Clagg? Mind the bar for a bit, yeah?”
An audible snicker answered the request, but neither Caitlyn nor Vi were paying much attention as the bar owner stepped back to turn and lead her into the back, then through a door that revealed a staircase. Despite the alcohol in her system, Caitlyn felt eerily sober as she climbed the steps behind Vi, eyeing the inked gear on their neck and the black smoke clouds on their biceps. “Your tattoos are gorgeous,” Caitlyn murmured without thinking, only resisting the urge to reach out and touch them because her hands were firmly on the stair rails.
Vi glanced over their shoulder, heat smoldering in every part of their expression. “That what you want as your gift, birthday girl? Full view of my ink?”
“I’ll gladly accept that,” Caitlyn assured her, “plus whatever else you’d be open to.”
“Let’s start with that, then we’ll see what you think.”
Caitlyn didn’t really know what they meant by that, but she was buzzing with excitement regardless as Vi slotted a key into the door at the top of the staircase. They let the two of them into the apartment above the bar—a surprisingly spacious one, Caitlyn noted, with a neat kitchen and comfortable living area. Not that she spent much time looking at it, because Vi was tossing their keys onto the counter and then heading for another door, and Caitlyn was right on their tail. Too eager, but far too tipsy to be embarrassed about it.
It was her birthday, anyway, and Vi was oozing sex appeal. Was Caitlyn supposed to not be eager?
Vi’s bedroom was neat but plain, nothing like its occupant, who stopped at the end of the bed, running their fingertips over the foot of the bed as if in thought. “Think you’re ready to check it out, birthday girl?”
Caitlyn had never been more ready for anything else in her life. “Very.”
She still didn’t really expect it when Vi was gripping the hem of their t-shirt and tugging it straight off, revealing a ridiculously muscled back with the most gorgeous and intricate tattoo expanding across the whole of it. Caitlyn couldn’t really discern what exactly it depicted, could just tell that it was industrial—cogs and gears and plumes of smoke clearly tattooed with a steady, dedicated hand. The smoke covered their shoulder blades, and also seemed to spill around their ribcage. Caitlyn couldn’t breathe as Vi slowly turned around, until a quiet, amazed gasp tugged itself free—because the inky smoke billowed over their chest, curved only by the strength of their pecs. It almost completely hid the faded, darker scar tissue that ran in two lines at the bottom of their chest, and made less noticeable the fact that they didn’t have any nipples.
Smaller wisps of smoke curled down to just barely kiss the tops of their abs, vaguely defined but still visibly soft. Caitlyn’s mouth went from dry to watering in a second as her logical mind tried to catch up to the race of her heart and the burning of her fingertips.
“Well, what do you think? Still want a birthday gift from me?”
Caitlyn was about to laugh at how incredulous she found the question, but when she glanced up at Vi’s face, she saw the blatant defensiveness there. Doing a less effective job of hiding their insecurity than their tattoos did hiding the fact that they’d had top surgery. Softening, Caitlyn took a small step forward, barely refraining from reaching out, touching. “You know,” she murmured, “when Sevika suggested this place for my birthday, I did not expect to meet the sexiest person I’ve ever seen.” Vi’s cheeks visibly warmed, and Caitlyn very gently ghosted her fingertips over their abs. “Your body is a work of art, Vi. And I’m not just talking about the tattoos.”
Their shaky exhale must’ve released the last of their nerves, because suddenly Vi was grabbing Caitlyn’s forearms and tugging her closer, encouraging her to touch. Caitlyn was more than happy to oblige, palms pressing into the slight curve of their hips before sliding up over their ribcage. She wasn’t touching very hard, but Vi still stumbled back a little when Caitlyn’s fingertips dragged over the scar tissue for a moment before reveling in the solidness of their pecs. And Caitlyn wasn’t exactly helpful in keeping them steady, happy for them to fall seated at the foot of their bed.
Vi didn’t really seem to mind either, grasping at Caitlyn’s thighs and coaxing her onto their lap. Spreading her legs that much had her tight dress riding up, which she suspected was exactly what Vi wanted—at least, judging by their callused fingers greedily feeling the soft, silky skin. Caitlyn couldn’t resist the call of their lips any longer, with her new seat across their lap bringing them almost perfectly face to face. Caitlyn was a little taller than them, had to tilt her head down just a little to meld their mouths together. Vi’s tongue ran over her lips immediately, but when Caitlyn parted them, it was for her tongue to force Vi’s back into their mouth. A filthy, needy whine climbed out of their throat, muffled by Caitlyn’s mouth but no less effective at striking hot desire through her body.
Vi’s hands were still plenty occupied teasing Caitlyn’s dress higher and higher and seemingly plenty pleased at the discovery of her wearing a thong. Meanwhile, Caitlyn’s hands couldn’t get enough of all of the soft but firm muscle that padded Vi’s body. Their biceps, their traps, around to their shoulder blades, then their low back, around again to their abs.
In a moment meant for breath, Caitlyn instead husked, “You’re so fucking hot, Vi,” and then ducked her head to mouth at their neck. It earned her a low, pleasant moan and a hand suddenly jumping from her ass to her head, fingers scratching through her hair.
“Y-You’re not so bad yourself, birthday girl,” Vi gritted out, like they were barely containing another moan already.
“It’s Caitlyn,” she reminded them through a hot breath that made them shiver.
As she experimented with gently scraping her teeth over Vi’s shoulder, they acknowledged her reminder by groaning, “Fuck, Caitlyn…”
“You like that?” Caitlyn murmured, nibbling without much force and getting a breathless gasp in response.
“Y-Yeah, fuck,” they moaned, so Caitlyn bit down harder, suckling at their skin to leave a mark, and they stuttered out, “Fuck, this—this is n-not what I expected, f-fuck—”
Letting their skin slide out of her mouth with an obscene, wet noise, she whispered, “What did you expect, baby?” And it was definitely the alcohol that prompted her to use the pet name, but the whimper it elicited from Vi was more than enough encouragement for her to use it again.
Despite sounding like they were desperate to catch their breath, Vi answered, “Guess I thought you’d want me to t-take charge and fuck you…”
“Really?” Caitlyn whispered, dragging her tongue along the front of Vi’s throat, feeling their grip on her ass and hair both tightening. “Are you disappointed?”
“Fuck no,” Vi gasped, allowing Caitlyn to press them down onto the bed and then staring up at her. “No, this is—you’re—where the fuck did you come from, cupcake?”
Caitlyn cocked a brow and touched an index finger to Vi’s lips, which parted as if by instinct. A delighted giggle bubbled out of her. “You don’t get to call me that until you’ve tasted me, baby, remember?”
Barely daring to move their lips, Vi teasingly whispered, “Isn’t that what I just did?”
“Not where I meant.”
Their pale blue eyes were almost completely filled by the black of their pupils. “Well, what are we waiting for?”
Not trying to fight her grin, Caitlyn purred, “As much as I love the enthusiasm, darling, I’d like to finish appreciating your body first. If that’s alright with you.”
“Yeah,” Vi breathed out, sounding a little incredulous in the midst of their arousal, “but how come you get to use all the pet names and I have to wait?”
“Because it’s my birthday, remember?”
“Yeah, yeah, okay—” Caitlyn cut them off by sliding her finger past Vi’s lips, and just like she suspected they would, Vi immediately sucked it in deep, their eyes twisting closed in pleasure. Caitlyn tried to bite back her pleased moan, but the sound slipped out anyway. Vi, it seemed, was thoroughly distracted, though, so Caitlyn took the opportunity to start finishing her task. Leaning down, she pressed her lips to Vi’s left pec, poking her tongue out to taste the saltiness of their skin. Dragged her mouth lower, over the flawless ink, then to touch the slight roughness of their scars.
Vi moaned around her finger as she pressed hot, wet kisses along the length of both scars, but then she tugged it free for Vi to answer as she asked, “Can you feel that?”
“Yeah, mostly,” Vi breathed out, “just don’t have full sensation r-right on the scars.” Caitlyn hummed thoughtfully, dragging her tongue along the left scar and then up onto the skin above it to ensure they would feel it fully, heat pooling between her thighs when the motion made Vi suck in a sharp breath. “Fuck, Caitlyn…”
Caitlyn continued her journey down, having to climb off of the bed to suck kisses over Vi’s tattooed ribs, down to their abs, nibbling the soft skin and licking greedily through the slight dips of their muscles. Vi’s hands were both in her hair now, scraping at her scalp with the way they gripped it. Not encouraging Caitlyn down further, though. And, actually, when Caitlyn’s tongue discovered the trail of reddish hair beneath their belly button, Vi’s grip tightened with obvious hesitance.
After pressing a quick, gentle kiss there, Caitlyn peered up, meeting Vi’s eyes. They didn’t appear any less aroused, but their bottom lip was between their teeth—unsure.
Keeping her potential disappointment out of her voice, Caitlyn asked, “Do you not want me to go any lower?”
“Fuck no, I do,” Vi said immediately, “I just—do you care what you’re gonna find down there?”
Caitlyn brought her hands to grip the hem of Vi’s pants, but didn’t tug just yet. She sucked a kiss to the left of their naval while still peering up into their eyes, watching their intake of breath through her eyelashes. “Not at all.” She nipped the same spot she just kissed, felt herself grow wetter as Vi inhaled more sharply. “Would you like me to wait?”
“No, no, no,” Vi rushed out, “no, I-I want you now.”
Carefully, she peeled down Vi’s pants, revealing tight boxer briefs soaked through with their arousal. “Fuck, baby,” Caitlyn whispered in awe, “you really do want me, huh?” It was a little difficult to tell through the fabric, but she was certain she knew what the little bulge at the top of the wet stain was from. Excited to explore and confirm her discovery, she sank fully to her knees at the foot of the bed and ran her tongue along the wetness. Vi tasted tangy and salty like sweat on their underwear, and Caitlyn’s mouth watered at the idea of tasting them directly from the source. First, though, she swirled her tongue around the small bulge, felt the hardness there, listened to way Vi groaned as their back arched. Their grip in Caitlyn’s hair tightened again, but only to pull her closer, harder against them. “Shall I take these off?” Caitlyn murmured, voice muffled as her lips moved against Vi’s covered mound.
“Yeah, yeah, please,” Vi panted, so Caitlyn excitedly peeled away the last layer of wrapping around her surprise birthday gift, and she didn’t even fully register the reveal before a low, satisfied moan escaped her.
“Oh, Vi, you’re exquisite,” she breathed out, eyes scouring the big, glossy, pink lips of Vi’s labia underneath their bottom growth, an impressive couple of inches in its hard and swollen state. “Tell me what you like, baby, what you want me to do to make you feel good.”
As they sat up a little, taking one hand back to prop up on, Vi was already breathless, even more so than just a moment ago, like Caitlyn’s compliment made them that much hornier. They spread their legs, and Caitlyn ran her hands over their thighs as she sank closer to where she wanted so badly to taste. Vi finally breathed out, “I like it all. I want you to suck my dick and then fill me up.” Then the confidence in their voice wavered just a little and they added, “If that’s what you want. Sometimes I can… take a little while.”
“Trust me, Vi,” Caitlyn rumbled, close enough now that her lips brushed Vi’s dick and felt it twitch and go even stiffer, “for as long as it takes, it’s going to be my pleasure.”
The sound that was yanked out of Vi’s throat the moment Caitlyn’s mouth was around their dick was probably the most obscene thing Caitlyn had ever heard, and it shot lightning through her body, her clit throbbing like it was the thing surrounded by a diligent, swirling tongue. Or like it wanted to be, and Caitlyn was hopeful that they’d get there, but she could wait. Easily, too, with Vi’s addictive taste on her tongue, hearing their moans and breathless curses as she sucked. The scratchy, “f-fuck” and “y-yeah” and “god, Caitlyn, fuck!” Caitlyn didn’t like to get cocky before she finished a task, but it was hard not to feel excited with pride at the indication that she was giving Vi exactly what they wanted.
Even better was when Vi’s grip on her hair finally turned not quite demanding but greedy, when they coaxed her head to bob slightly, showing her exactly how they liked their dick sucked. Once Caitlyn was familiar with the movement, they relaxed their hand, went back to scratching fondly through her hair. Caitlyn happily kept on going, laving her tongue over the tip every time she pressed forward, sucking harder when she drew back.
When Vi’s thighs were starting to tremble, and their breaths started to sound a little like hisses, she backed off, slowing down before she could accidentally push them into overstimulation before giving them what they needed. They gave a high pitched whine that made Caitlyn smile as she nosed their dick and sank her tongue into their folds. One hand still grazing their thigh, she brought the other to stroke two fingers around the bottom edge of their entrance.
“You’re doing so good, darling,” Caitlyn cooed, glancing up to see their expression screwed up in desperate arousal and concentration. “I bet you just feel so empty right now. Should I stretch you out a bit? Before I fill you up how you want?”
“J-Just a little,” Vi murmured, and Caitlyn was happy to oblige regardless of the answer. She slid her middle finger in first, feeling out the tightness of Vi’s cunt, listening for how they reacted. Just the hint of a sigh caught her ear, so she carefully started to slide in her ring finger. Vi’s body reacted like it already knew her touch, loosening around her fingers, their thighs spreading wider as they leaned back more.
Caitlyn very gently scissored her fingers inside, reveling in the shake of Vi’s breathing, and then swirled her tongue around the tip of Vi’s dick again. Took it into her mouth, resumed sucking them off like it was what she was born to do, all while slowly sliding her fingers in deeper. Curling them slightly with each deeper delve, searching for the spot she hoped would help give them the most satisfying orgasm possible.
Very helpfully, as soon as she hit it, Vi moaned, “Fuck, Caitlyn, r-right there, fuck, k-keep doing that, keep—fuck…” And then their words became completely unintelligible, but the sounds still sent wave after wave of arousal through Caitlyn’s body, encouraging her to keep going. She knelt there, sucking Vi’s t-dick and fucking them deep with her fingers, long enough for her jaw and knees to ache, but she barely noticed and she didn’t care. It was worth it for their taste and their sounds, and more than when their thighs started to press to either side of her head, their cunt clenching around her fingers, their breathing turning tight and high pitched. “Oh fuck, oh fuck—ohfuckohfuckohfuck—”
The orgasm shuddered through them a second later, their body convulsing two short times as Caitlyn continued to suck and fuck until Vi was tugging her away and collapsing back onto the bed.
Caitlyn licked her lips as she caught her breath, then carefully stood—kicking off the heels she was still wearing—to peer down at Vi. Their darkened gaze was already on her, even as the lids of their eyes fluttered with the struggle to stay open. “Fuck. Think I figured it out. You must’ve come straight from my fucking dreams. That, or I am just dreaming.”
Absolutely preening, Caitlyn lowered herself to sit next to Vi, and she only remembered that her dress was hiked up around her hips by now when she felt the wetness around her thong sticking to the bedspread. Vi, though, did not seem to have forgotten, judging by the way their eyes finally opened wider as their palm stroked her bare thigh. “Well, you’re not dreaming, baby,” Caitlyn murmured sweetly, bringing the hand that wasn’t covered in Vi’s wetness to run through their hair as she soaked in the view of their whole body like this. Chest heaving to catch their breath, dick still swollen and twitching a little between their thighs, the full trail of hair from under their naval down to the bush around their whole center. “I might be, though. It’s been a few years I’ve been going out for my birthday, but I’ve never ended up in someone’s bed.”
Vi scoffed with obvious disbelief. “You expect me to buy that? You’re drop dead fucking gorgeous. What bars have you been going to that no one who caught your eye wanted to treat you right for your birthday?”
Biting back her grin, Caitlyn stroked her hand down Vi’s face. “I suppose it comes back to what I said earlier. People don’t usually catch my eye like you did.” She absently pressed her thumb past Vi’s lips, watching them obediently suck on it while their eyes stayed locked together. “As for treating me right for my birthday… how do you plan to do that, handsome?”
She retrieved her thumb and Vi exhaled a weighty, “Caitlyn,” before pausing and shaking their head in amazement. Then, finally, “I’ll do whatever the fuck you want, babe. If you promise to give me your number after, I’ll do it however long you want, too.”
Caitlyn’s heart soared, bringing her suddenly to cloud nine. Cheeks full and warm, she murmured, “Oh really? What about your backup bartender down there? Doesn’t he need his boss back soon?”
“Nah, he’s gonna be way too happy about me getting laid,” they said around a fond chuckle. Caitlyn frowned a little, though, bringing her messy hand to their abdomen, tracing the bottom of their tattoo. Vi’s eyebrows scrunched together at the sight of her expression. “Shit, what’d I say? What’s that face for?”
Caitlyn overexaggerated her frown into a pout as she straddled Vi’s midsection in a swift movement. “The implication that you’re not regularly getting treated how you deserve,” she murmured, “is just disappointing, that’s all.”
Vi’s face softened again, back to its blissed out, post orgasm state. “C’mon, you gotta let me call you cupcake again. You’re so fucking sweet. And after I accidentally called you a dumb motherfucker, shit.” They laughed, an embarrassed flush rising to their face. “Sorry about that. I would’ve apologized right away if you weren’t so cute all frustrated like that.”
Caitlyn clicked her tongue in playful admonishment. “You’re lucky it worked out for you.”
“Yeah, I’ll say,” Vi said through a smirk. “Now, you gonna tell me how to treat you right? Or do I gotta figure it out?”
Fluttering her lashes, Caitlyn gave an innocent smile and said, “Ooh, that sounds fun. How about you figure it out, fuck me till it’s actually my birthday at midnight, and then I’ll give you my number? So you can take me out for an apology drink.”
“An apology drink, huh?”
“Or dinner, I’m not picky.” She grinned, then purred, “Don’t worry, I’ll still suck your dick after.” Vi’s eyes became alight with excitement as their hands slid around to her ass.
“You don’t have to convince me anymore, cupcake,” they husked, “now come sit on my face so I can properly wish you a happy birthday.”
Caitlyn needed no convincing either, already certain that her thirtieth birthday—maybe even the whole year itself—was going to be the best she’d had in a long time.