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(F!LW/Fawkes) Good Vibrations (1g/1)

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“Not yet. Downstairs. Now. Please,” she adds, already undoing the buttons on her leather vest. He groans low in his throat, shrugging his shoulders out of the remnants of his vault suit and following her. She leaves a trail of discarded clothing, flinging the vest over the side of the stairs and pulling her shirt overhead, dropping it on the floor. Her boots are kicked off at the bottom, then followed by her pants as Fawkes blinks, looking at the items arrayed on the red blankets. A number of them are easily recognized as phallic shapes, even with odd attachments, but there is also a metal ball attached to a thin, curving loop, a plastic bead connected by cord to a thin grip, and a mysterious item that curves around two slender bulbs…

“What are these?”

“Sex toys!” she exclaims, bright and cheerful. Plopping herself beside them, she spreads her legs wide, letting him glimpse the pink flash of her slit as she eagerly wiggles. “Look, I cleaned them and think it would just be completely fantastic to—“

“Am I not pleasing you?” he asks, wounded and hurt. Picking up one of the silicone toys, he hesitantly holds it by his erection, noting that it is both shorter and thinner than his own equipment.

Immediately, she rolls to her knees, kissing his thigh and running one hand over the tender flesh of his balls. “Love, no. That’s not what I meant. I just… I was thinking it would be fun. Variety. Something to do with you.” She rises to her feet, kissing his erection and working her way up his belly before squeezing close. “I know you like that one position, the one where I’m on top and leaning back so you can watch your cock go in and out…”

He nods, warm memories rushing through his mind. The way her thighs fit over his hips, and her tilting back, shifting her weight onto her hands so he can see her breasts bounce, then looking down to see his thick flesh pushing in and out, slick and vanishing into the tightness of her body like a dirty magic trick. His soft groan gives her further encouragement.

“So these are just… spice. Addition. Some things we normally can’t or don’t do.”

He picks up the metal bulb, hefting its weight and thinking about just where it should go. Shaped too awkwardly for good penetration, but a flared base; he finds himself eyeing the curve of her ass as he says, “I am listening.”

“So I want to use these with you,” she admits, her blush turning her cheeks from burnt sugar to dark rose. “I don’t want to put anything in or on me unless you approve it. And whenever you want to stop or slam your cock in me, we can do that.”

“I don’t want to slam my cock in you,” he sighs, dick throbbing under the half-lie as she laughs. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“So you won’t hurt me. You’ll be making me feel good, I promise. I’ll tell you if it’s not. But hurt…” She bites her lip, voice trailing off. “I kind of want you to be dominant, for tonight. You don’t have to be sadistic, but I want you in charge. I want you to take charge of my pleasure. Like that day when all you’d give me was oral—“

“I was not attempting to…!” Fawkes protests, ears burning. He can’t even bring himself to finish that sentence, choking on shame mixed with furtive desire.