Infinity Smashed: Tucked
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lb_leeTitle: Tucked
Series: Infinity Smashed
Summary: Grey finally recovers from her injuries, which means sex is back on the table.
Word Count: 13,600
Notes: Takes place directly after Red Roses Old Horses. From here on out, the Bob and Grey stories are kinky romance porn. If you'd rather not read that, then just stop at RROH, say, "over a year passed," and skip on to Calls With Vandorsky. If you want warnings/kink list, those will be in the comments. Okay? Okay. Onward! Also, the cut text was originally inspired by this post by fuckingtranswomen.
Unsurprisingly, fucking Grey while she was injured was a bad idea, so they agree to have none until she recovers. Bob stays at her place, playing helper, cooking her real food, filling her spice rack. Since the pressure’s off, they play a lot of sexual twenty questions and spend an evening on the sofa just touching, learning each other’s bodies and playing Hot and Cold. (And tapping out when it gets too hot. It’s been a while since Bob’s had a slow burn going. It’s nice.)
When Grey’s well enough to return to work, they get VD tests. When the results come back, Bob asks for a ride home.
He means hers, and Grey, smart girl, realizes it. They tumble into bed, necking furiously as they try to undress each other. Grey manages to pull Bob’s sweater off before he pushes her jacket down off her shoulders, shoves her backwards so he can pin her wrists to the mattress, and straddles her.
Something’s different, but Bob’s way too horny to figure out what until Grey taps pause against his hand.
“Wait,” she says.
Bob makes a sound of protest but stops. “What? What’s wrong?”
Nothing looks wrong. Grey’s panting, pink in the cheeks, seems to like being held down even though there’s no question who’s stronger. Bob can feel her hips moving under his, like she doesn’t realize she’s doing it.
“Need to take care of something.”
“Now?” Bob complains. “Right now?”
Grey hesitates.
“I can be fast,” Bob swears, sensing weakness. He’s trying to hold still, but it’s hard with Grey rubbing up on him like this. “Whatever it is, I can be fast.”
Grey’s expression is a mix of want and uncertainty and something else, but she squeezes for yes. Bob makes a sound of relief and divine gratitude, kisses her, and gets her belt and slacks open.
Everything’s tucked in.
Bob looks up. Grey’s tense, nervous, but holds his eyes.
Long drawn-out processing is where sex goes to die, so Bob asks the only thing that matters and is any of his business: “it feel better if you stay like that?”
She nods. Bob smiles, shoves a thigh between her legs, she gasps and goes boneless under him, and that’s how they fuck, with Grey pinned to the bed and still mostly dressed. It turns out that she loves riding Bob’s thigh like this—maybe it’s a deep pressure sensation thing—and it’s not something Bob himself would want, but he sees no reason to complain, especially not for the thrill he gets from messing Grey up in uniform, covering her in hickeys, and making her come wet and messy in her neatly-pressed slacks, all the while staring up at him in awed adoration.
That last part should be a concern. Bob’s made it clear to her that this is just a day-by-day thing, friends blowing off steam, nothing more. But it hits his buttons when she smiles at him, says, “thank you,” and then throws him off like he’s nothing. She shoves him down and sucks him off like their lives depend on it, and Bob doesn’t think about how quickly he gets off, or how hard. It’s hot; who cares why? He’s never been one to let his brain get in the way of good sex.
And if he maybe babbles something about opening her up and shoving her full of cock, well, it doesn’t seem to bother her.
Series: Infinity Smashed
Summary: Grey finally recovers from her injuries, which means sex is back on the table.
Word Count: 13,600
Notes: Takes place directly after Red Roses Old Horses. From here on out, the Bob and Grey stories are kinky romance porn. If you'd rather not read that, then just stop at RROH, say, "over a year passed," and skip on to Calls With Vandorsky. If you want warnings/kink list, those will be in the comments. Okay? Okay. Onward! Also, the cut text was originally inspired by this post by fuckingtranswomen.
Unsurprisingly, fucking Grey while she was injured was a bad idea, so they agree to have none until she recovers. Bob stays at her place, playing helper, cooking her real food, filling her spice rack. Since the pressure’s off, they play a lot of sexual twenty questions and spend an evening on the sofa just touching, learning each other’s bodies and playing Hot and Cold. (And tapping out when it gets too hot. It’s been a while since Bob’s had a slow burn going. It’s nice.)
When Grey’s well enough to return to work, they get VD tests. When the results come back, Bob asks for a ride home.
He means hers, and Grey, smart girl, realizes it. They tumble into bed, necking furiously as they try to undress each other. Grey manages to pull Bob’s sweater off before he pushes her jacket down off her shoulders, shoves her backwards so he can pin her wrists to the mattress, and straddles her.
Something’s different, but Bob’s way too horny to figure out what until Grey taps pause against his hand.
“Wait,” she says.
Bob makes a sound of protest but stops. “What? What’s wrong?”
Nothing looks wrong. Grey’s panting, pink in the cheeks, seems to like being held down even though there’s no question who’s stronger. Bob can feel her hips moving under his, like she doesn’t realize she’s doing it.
“Need to take care of something.”
“Now?” Bob complains. “Right now?”
Grey hesitates.
“I can be fast,” Bob swears, sensing weakness. He’s trying to hold still, but it’s hard with Grey rubbing up on him like this. “Whatever it is, I can be fast.”
Grey’s expression is a mix of want and uncertainty and something else, but she squeezes for yes. Bob makes a sound of relief and divine gratitude, kisses her, and gets her belt and slacks open.
Everything’s tucked in.
Bob looks up. Grey’s tense, nervous, but holds his eyes.
Long drawn-out processing is where sex goes to die, so Bob asks the only thing that matters and is any of his business: “it feel better if you stay like that?”
She nods. Bob smiles, shoves a thigh between her legs, she gasps and goes boneless under him, and that’s how they fuck, with Grey pinned to the bed and still mostly dressed. It turns out that she loves riding Bob’s thigh like this—maybe it’s a deep pressure sensation thing—and it’s not something Bob himself would want, but he sees no reason to complain, especially not for the thrill he gets from messing Grey up in uniform, covering her in hickeys, and making her come wet and messy in her neatly-pressed slacks, all the while staring up at him in awed adoration.
That last part should be a concern. Bob’s made it clear to her that this is just a day-by-day thing, friends blowing off steam, nothing more. But it hits his buttons when she smiles at him, says, “thank you,” and then throws him off like he’s nothing. She shoves him down and sucks him off like their lives depend on it, and Bob doesn’t think about how quickly he gets off, or how hard. It’s hot; who cares why? He’s never been one to let his brain get in the way of good sex.
And if he maybe babbles something about opening her up and shoving her full of cock, well, it doesn’t seem to bother her.
Warnings/Kinks
Date: 2021-02-02 02:24 am (UTC)Kinks/squicks/warnings: uniforms and fucking while still dressed, side-stepping the Trans 101 in favor of getting laid.