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Claudine thinks she’s so clever.
It’s well before dawn when she slips out of bed. Maya sighs in her sleep and rolls over. Claudine pauses to be sure Maya hasn’t woken before she creeps the rest of the way to the bathroom. It’s Maya’s day off, which means she’ll sleep in a whole thirty minutes later than usual. That’s plenty of time for Claudine to get ready. She opens the bathroom drawer and pulls out her secret weapon: a strap-on she’d bought for just such an occasion.
It’s a well established fact that whenever Maya has a day off and Claudine doesn’t, Maya will create problems. It always starts the same. Claudine goes to work and all is quiet until midmorning. Then, Claudine gets a text. Nothing inappropriate, nothing that a colleague could catch a glimpse of over her shoulder, but something suggestive nonetheless. A selfie, usually, of Maya sad and alone in their bed. Or an innocent text alluding to some secret intimacy or innuendo. And Claudine ignores it. She mutes her phone, resolves not to look, and goes about her day… until inevitably she checks her phone at lunch. And well, the notification is just sitting there, waiting to be opened, and Claudine knows it’s something worth seeing. She needs a bathroom break anyway, so why not look?
It’s exactly what Claudine expects: a risqué picture. And she can’t not respond. Then suddenly it’s too late. The messages keep rolling in and Claudine keeps checking them against her better judgment. She’s forced to spend the rest of the day wound up and distracted. Not so distracted that she doesn’t excel in rehearsals, but still! It’s a distraction she doesn’t need! Worst of all, she has to endure the long trek home— in the snow!— just to arrive half-frozen and half-starved from an exceptionally frustrating day. So she warms up and they eat first, the whole time Maya giving her that look, until the food is finally finished and Claudine can drag Maya into the bedroom for a different kind of meal.
It never matters if they have sex the night before or if Maya has better things to do on a day off or if Claudine is especially busy that day. It’s like Maya wants her hot and bothered and desperate. As if she can’t already accomplish all that with a simple touch in the comfort of their home! This same routine has already played out four times and Claudine is certain that today will be the fifth. Unless she acts first.
So Claudine steps into the harness, sliding the smooth leather straps up her thighs and positioning the dildo ever so enticingly between her legs. It’s nearly identical to the strap-on they already own, with the exception of being completely secret to Maya. With as difficult as that woman is, she’d no doubt notice if Claudine went fishing around under the bed for it. Once Maya catches on, she’ll almost certainly find a way to disrupt Claudine’s plans. A secret, second strap-on seemed the only way to maintain the element of surprise. Claudine makes a few adjustments, looking in the mirror and taking a moment to admire the way the leather straps of the leather harness accentuate the curve of her ass. She can take as long as she needs. Getting up early like this, there’s plenty of time for both of them to get their satisfaction.
When she’s ready, Claudine strides out the bathroom in all her mostly-naked glory and—
“Well, this is quite the coincidence.”
There Maya lays, equally naked with a similarly endowed harness around her own hips. Of-fucking-course. “Tendou Maya, what are you doing?” Claudine scowls and blushes in equal measure.
Maya only pays the blush any heed, looking pleased with herself. “Since it’s my day off, and you always complain about my messages, I thought I would give you a fond farewell.” Maya wiggles her hips, the pre-lubed dildo wobbling obscenely. They both glance at the clock on the bedside table. “If you just take that off,” Maya nods towards Claudine’s strap-on, “then there will time enough for the both of us.”
Pissed at the prospect of having her plan upstaged, Claudine digs her heels in. “Yeah, there’ll be time if you stop being stubborn!”
Maya’s eyes narrow, but she’s smiling brightly. It’s an expression Claudine knows well. This isn’t about sex anymore. It’s not even an argument. This is a competition. And Claudine intends to win.
It’s not like they’ve never gotten competitive about sex before. Being the way they are, there are days where the heat of competition burns hotter than lust. Which is how they found out who could have the most consecutive orgasms (Maya, easily. Fair enough.) Or who could take the biggest strap (Claudine, barely. Never again). Some of their competitions didn’t always have a clear victor. Arguing about it was just as often a matter of pride as it was foreplay. Not to mention that finding an objective third party had become even more impossible after Junna banned sexual content from the group chat. So really, this kind of competition with a clear objective is the ideal: body against body, a battle of strength and endurance to see who fucks first.
Now, Claudine circles the bed warily, sizing up Maya and eyeing the generous helping of lube on her dildo. A glob of it slides down the shaft, oddly reminiscent of a tumbleweed in a cowboy movie. Claudine has no doubt she’ll win; she has the wrestling expertise and the raw strength to back it up, but she can tell this is going to be messy. While Claudine knows that there’s satisfaction to be found in defeat, today she craves victory. Without further ado, Claudine dives onto the bed.
It starts poorly. Claudine tries to end it quickly, snatching at the buckles on Maya’s harness, only to miss and catch a handful of lube as she grabs Maya’s dildo instead. It slides easily out of her grip, leaving a slick of lube behind. From there, Maya quite literally slips through her fingers, grabbing at Claudine’s harness and using the leverage to pull Claudine off of her.
They quickly fall into a tense stalemate, working against each other, hands groping at buckles, tugging things out of and back into place, wiping lube on sheets and skin, baring teeth, snarling, forehead to forehead. Close enough to kiss or to bite. There’s a bit of both. In such close quarters, the dildos are naturally caught between them, painting lubricant across their bare skin. The thrill of sliding against each other becomes increasingly distracting. There’s more grinding than strictly practical, but their hips have a way of moving on their own.
It’s not like they always fuck like this. There have been many evenings spent in slow romance, with held hands and soft words. Trapped in a gridlock with little recourse, Claudine remembers these saccharine evenings. There’s so many that they blend into a single imagining. She imagines the tender trailing of Maya's fingers down the curve of her back. She imagines the taste of skin as her tongue slides up the curve of Maya’s breast. Then she hears the gasp, watches as Maya arches her back, feels Maya’s stiffened nipple under her tongue. And, unbefitting the struggle they’re currently locked in, Claudine imagines what Maya might do to her in turn.
Claudine should have lost here, she realizes a moment later. Maya should have capitalized on Claudine’s momentary distraction. She should have dragged out the fight longer and harder, until time forced them into a draw. Not a victory in the tradition sense, but a win for Maya regardless. As it stands right now, Claudine is too horny, and therefore too stupid, to prevent that from happening. But Maya’s hot and horny too, which means Claudine isn’t the only one being stupid. It’s only a split second, but Maya gets distracted and glances away. Perfectly executing on her wrestling training, Claudine adjusts her grip on Maya’s harness, and with a burst of strength, heaves her face down onto the mattress. All that’s left is for Claudine to pull Maya’s arm behind her back and twist.
Maya goes very still, very quickly. Claudine doesn’t use enough force to injure, but she intends to hurt. She’s rewarded when Maya glares at her over her shoulder. Ever persistent in the face of a challenge, Maya grits out, “This isn’t over yet.”
Claudine’s the one that smiles now. It is over, actually. They’re locked skin to skin, muscle to muscle, silicone dong to inner thigh. And between the two of them, Claudine has the clear advantage. In a wrestling competition like this, she always did. Now it’s only a matter of wearing down the last of Maya’s strength, of wrestling the fight out of her, of holding out until Claudine can finally drive the tip of her strap through to the finish line.
The actual fucking will be a victory lap.
So, Claudine savors the moment as she holds Maya in place with one hand and undoes the buckles of Maya’s harness with the other. She tantalizes herself with the methodical process of it. She lets her fingers trail over all that exposed skin as she tugs the harness down, admiring the way the leather drags over Maya’s taut thighs. Not that it’s easy, what with the way Maya’s still struggling.
Maya can’t get out of Claudine’s hold, but each step of the way is a fight regardless. Maya is strategic about it. She’ll go still, glancing around. No doubt looking for weaknesses, waiting for some hidden cue before she attacks. There’s only so much thrashing she can do with her arm behind her back, but Claudine is humble enough to admit that it slows her down. She isn’t one to resent a thorough morning workout.
As victory looms ever closer, Claudine finds herself increasingly enjoying the struggle. She imagines Maya as an animal caught in a bear trap—or no, like Claudine is the bear and Maya is the helpless rabbit wriggling between her teeth. On impulse, as if to affirm the notion, Claudine leans down and bites into the soft meat of Maya’s shoulder. Maya goes stiff giving Claudine a final opening to yank the harness fully free and fling it away. With Maya fully disarmed, Claudine releases her prey and pulls back to get a proper look at the glistening mess between Maya’s legs. She tries not to think about the searing heat between her own thighs.
It’s then that Maya makes a final desperate lunge to escape. Of course Claudine lunges after her, lunges too far in fact. She falls awkwardly on top of Maya, the tip of the strap just finding Maya’s entrance, but at a bad angle, jamming against her labia before bending to penetrate her quickly and fully. Maya yelps in pain or surprise, Claudine isn’t sure which. Mortified, she pulls out. “Oh my god, are you okay?”
Maya looks back at her with wide-eyed with shock. Before Claudine can scramble to get off her completely, Maya’s expression shifts into something darker. “Aren’t you going to finish what you started?” It’s a taunt and an invitation to continue, but mostly a taunt.
Obviously it works.
Carefully, Claudine slides full length of the dildo back into Maya. It’s immediately apparent that she was already prepared to receive the full length and, if not at such an awkward angle, there wouldn’t have been any problem starting so rough. Claudine mentally catalogs that for another occasion, but for now, she focuses on Tendou Maya beneath her. Eager to rub in her victory, Claudine grabs Maya’s hips and begins work the strap in and out of her. If Maya’s in any pain from their earlier snafu, it’s impossible to tell now. Claudine falls into a steady rhythm and already Maya begins to whimper and moan. The moans are awfully convincing, pretty even, but Claudine is unsatisfied. She knows Maya is faking.
There was a time, in that narrow gap between finally confessing their feelings and then quickly moving in together, that Claudine didn’t know Maya faked her moans. It was one of the few things that Tendou Maya had been embarrassed to reveal in their relationship.
As Maya explained it, it was a habit formed by spending the better part of puberty in the thin-walled dormitories of a cutthroat academy where being gay was a given but being out was unthinkable. So where Claudine (a normal person) had at learned how to suppress her moans (far better than some of the girls at the academy could manage) Maya had somehow extinguished the impulse in herself. How like her. But that also meant that all the moaning, all the cries of pleasure and the pleading were nothing more than a carefully orchestrated act. A facsimile of what Maya thought sex was supposed to be, designed solely to make for a good show. And Claudine only found out because she finally, finally figured out how exactly to make Maya lose control and go… completely silent.
That had been awkward. It had also been a massive blow to Claudine’s pride. How many times had Maya put this show on solely for her benefit? How many times had it worked? Apparently, every time. Eventually, Claudine got over it. It didn’t matter how much pride Maya took in her performance, Claudine would smash through her act and get her genuine reaction, even if that reaction was… nothing. After all, it only made sense that at every stage of their relationship Claudine’s goal would still be to make Maya shut the fuck up.
Now, in their premarital bed, Maya’s affected cries are steadily dwindling. Soon the only sound left coming from Maya is heavy breathing. It’s sweeter than any moan. It spurs Claudine to increase the tempo despite the burn growing in her muscles. Because this is the sound of winning, she tells herself, horny as all get out. She winds Maya up tighter and tighter until a sheen of sweat glistens over every contour of Maya’s skin. Her breathing grows increasing erratic as her pleasure mounts until finally, Maya’s back arches. Her whole body trembles with the intensity of her orgasm, her breathing hitching with each of Claudine’s thrusts, hot gasps filling the air.
When Maya’s trembling starts to subside, Claudine slows her pace to match, until finally Maya slumps face down onto the bed. Immensely satisfied by her own prowess and high on endorphins, Claudine flops down beside her. She stretches out, muscles pleasantly sore and too lazy to undo the straps of her harness properly. She makes a half-hearted effort, kicking it half way off before giving up and leaving it to dangle on one leg. She tries to savor the peaceful moment, before quickly remembering just how slick she is between her own legs. Trying not to seem desperate, but still deliriously horny, she surreptitiously glances at Maya.
Maya is certainly taking her time. She’s flipped face up now and has laid her arm languidly over her eyes. Her breathing has evened out, as evidenced by the steady rise and fall of her ample chest. Maybe Maya had stopped putting on a show while she was getting fucked, but the performance is back on now. Her lidded eyes peak out from under her arm, her lips part, her cheeks glow prettily with a red flush. It’s obvious that Maya is posed specifically to display her most enticing assets. Slowly, Maya lifts her arm and sets the full intensity of her gaze on Claudine.
With an excruciating slowness, Maya rises, sliding on top of Claudine and straddling her hips. She puts her hands on Claudine’s shoulders, leaning in almost close enough to kiss. Claudine’s heart rate spikes. Her imaginings from before return, but with their positions reversed. She imagines Maya’s tongue sliding up her breast, Claudine own back arching up to meet her. Hell, maybe they should find Maya’s strap-on wherever it landed and have a new rendition of the morning’s show.
But before any of that can commence, Maya glances to the side. What is she looking at? Before Claudine can follow Maya’s gaze, she feels a finger trailing hot down her sternum. Claudine’s eyes are drawn— where else?— up to Maya.
“Are you ready for your prize?” There’s a theatricality to Maya’s voice that, in this particular instance, garners no objections from Claudine. Voiceless, Claudine swallows thickly and nods. Maya smiles again, then sits up straight, looming over Claudine with a posture of superiority and glint in her eye. “Unfortunately,” Maya glances to the side— what the fuck is she looking at?— and tilts her head condescendingly, “it’ll have to wait. You need to leave for reversals.”
"Huh?" Claudine blinks. Leave? No… She planned it perfectly, she knows she did. There should be plenty of time for both of them to finish. Yeah, they lost an… indeterminate amount of time wrestling for dominance, but it hadn’t been that long, right? Maya hadn’t held out for more than a few minutes, had she? Claudine turns her head, her brain slow to interpret the numbers on the clock. Her eyes bug out of her head.
Maya practically purrs. “If you’re quick, you can still shower.”
“Fuck!”
Maya climbs off her just as Claudine rockets upwards and flails to the floor. The strap-on, which is still dangling off her foot, is kicked free, arcing across the room and hitting their bedroom door with a wet thud. As Claudine scrambles to her feet and towards the bathroom door, a thought stops her in her tracks. Why had Maya been so distracted the whole time? She looks over her shoulder as a terrible revelation dawns. “Maya, did you plan this?”
Maya gives her a sickly sweet smile. “Better make it a cold shower.”