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It had started with a massage. Their week had been long and gruelling, and Rio thought they could both do with letting go of some of their tension.
Starting at her feet and working her way up, kissing and fondling away all the worries of the week. Unable to resist taking her strap into her mouth while Agnes is splayed out so beautifully in front of her. Only giving Agnes a moment with that vision before she crawls up to rest over her stomach.
Rio's hands continue to work over her torso and arms, but Agnes can't find it in her to concentrate as, with Rio now obscuring her view, and the weight of her dildo resting on her hips, Agnes' mind seemed to think they were one and the same. Each throb of her clit working its way to the tip of the dildo, the trail of pre-cum that would be left on the small of Rio's back after she leans back to admire her handiwork.
Noticing Agnes' distracted gaze, Rio smiles knowingly down at her, hands abandoning their task as she leans over Agnes. Their warm bodies pressing the length of each other; Rio's weight tethering her to this moment.
Rio isn't unaffected either, judging by the wet patch she's leaving below her belly button. Dark eyes meet her own as she chews at her lip while she decides the best way—Agnes is sure—to destroy her.
'Can you do something for me, baby?' Rio whispers in her ear, groping roughly at Agnes' chest as she languidly grinds herself on Agnes' stomach. 'Tell me how it feels to stroke your cock.'
'Fuck.' Agnes grits out.
Taking hold of her dildo—her cock—it already feels like an extension of herself, still slick from Rio's mouth taking her. Her hand warming its length as she gives herself her first few tentative strokes, unable to hold back a moan at the imagined sensation.
'Y-you're still clinging to me, you did such a—' her voice catches in embarrassment, 'such a good job getting me ready,' Agnes pants out.
‘Can you feel your hand choking your cock—each stroke working you higher,' Rio says, with an entirely too level voice for the turmoil that Agnes feels.
She imagined how it would feel, her hand gliding along her shaft, scraping a nail along the vein to the head, how it would feel to squeeze the tip between her fingers. Looking over Rio, Agnes can just see the tip showing beyond Rio's body, its reaction to the movements of her hand captivating.
Trying to express any of this to Rio comes out as babbling incoherence. Trailing off as Rio's hands cup her face, tilting Agnes' head back to look her directly in the eye.
'Will you make a mess of yourself when you cum, pretty boy?’ The words make Agnes shamefully wet, hips bucking into the base of the dildo. A strangled moan her only response.
She tugs on her cock, palm slick with Rio’s saliva—overwhelmed at how real it feels, every squeeze of her hand sending shocks down to her clit. She swears she can feel her cock pulsing in sync.
Squeezing so hard that it should have her writhing in pain, but she's instead left feeling suspended in the pause between in-breath and out-breath. So close to the edge, she doesn't dare to breathe out. Every muscle held tense until Rio finally releases her.
‘Good boy.’