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"I got you something!"

Now, when Jinx announced herself with those words, all smiling and with grocery bags hanging off her arms, Ekko expected a frozen pizza. Maybe his favorite coffee pods, or at most that set of wrenches he'd spotted on sale last monday.

Certainly not a strap-on fitted with a glittery dildo.

Not because they'd never talked about it before. Quite the opposite, actually. Since when Jinx had pushed dirty talk in that direction once, pegging had piqued the interest of both. The feeling of her rutting against his buttocks while she jerked him from behind was still a fire mark in his memory, along with her voice, sweetly reeling off all the ways she wanted to "fill him up" and "come inside him."

Unfortunately, between work and commitments at the Firelight center (always busier around Christmas), they hadn't had much time to indulge in certain explorations under the sheets. And Ekko would be lying if he said he didn't miss her body against his.

So he did what any man with a sound judgment would do. He turned off the kitchen stoves, dried his hands seraphically on the apron, took it off, took Jinx's hand, and led her to the bedroom.

The toy was pretty, aesthetically speaking.

A blue and lilac thing, shades flowing into each other in sinuous waves like a stellar nebula. But the real beauty was the way she wore it. The colors and celestial pattern matched her tattoos splendidly; the harness framed her hips, following the curve of her thighs and tightening halfway, where small metal rings pressed into the flesh. Ekko ached to dig his thumbs in there.

She rocked slightly on her heels.

"What you think?" she approached the bed without looking at him. Her braids parted now and then, revealing the tips of her rosy nipples.

Ekko pictured concentric rings of ice swirling around them.

"I got an idea for a painting."

Jinx huffed a smile.

"Now?"

"Mh."

She sank one knee into the mattress and tossed a braid aside in what was meant to be a seductive move, but that was so long it ended up folded in her shoulder. She hid her pout beneath his jaw.

Janna, she was perfect.

Ekko exposed his neck to her like a willing prey.

"It looks good on you," he said, a little hoarse, a little shaky. "The strap."

"Yeah?" Her mouth purred in his ear. "I bet it would look even better sheathed inside you up to the hilt."

Ekko shuddered, raising a hand toward her. He hadn't touched her since they had undressed, and part of him wanted to keep watching; maybe even pick up a canvas and paint her for real, her naked frame surrounded by the colorful space and constellations lit up on her skin. He cradled her cheek in his palm.

Jinx leaned into his touch, lips parted. She looked like she wanted to say too many things, like an overworked script and slow improvisation.

"I want you," she finally exhaled.

Ekko smiled at her.

"I'm right here," he whispered, "you can take me."

She pushed him onto the bed and climbed atop him, coiling blue cobras around his head. The scent of peppermint filled his senses.

She let him stare a little longer, giving Ekko the opportunity to revel in smaller details, like the freckles on her shoulders, old nail scars along her arms, and the stretch marks that ran across the buckles — lightning on her hips. He traced their path with his fingers, reverent as someone who's been handed all the wonders of the sky.

"Are you still okay with this?"

There was a hint of insecurity in her voice, eyes still reluctant to linger too long on his.

"Blue."

Ekko grazed her chin and guided her to look at him.

"I turned off the stew," he reminded her, slightly raising his eyebrows to emphasize his point.

She chuckled, her features loosening a little. She lowered her braids to either side of them and, without waiting any longer, she kissed him. Her mouth was slightly chapped against his, more attentive than the way she usually started a kiss.

Ekko drew her close by the nape. His other hand hooked onto her right thigh, fingers caught in the harness and thumb testing the tension between metal and flesh. Judging by the resistance, she must have pulled the straps as tight as possible. He wondered if they would leave marks…

The thought tickled his gut and he pressed harder against the buckles.

She moaned, leaned forward, and let her tongue rest under his upper lip. The angle was so inviting that Ekko couldn't resist. He sucked it between his lips, enjoying her little squeak of surprise. He made love to her mouth, drinking and eating from her, saliva, breath, and skin as if they were the only things he needed to keep him alive, and perhaps they were.

The strap lifted beneath his fingers, cold air rushed through the space until he released the grip and the smack of material against skin echoed throughout the room.

Jinx lost her balance and sagged on his body, leaving his mouth wet and tediously empty. She started to grind herself against him, but ended up doing it against, well... both of them.

The feeling was odd at first. There was more pressure than usual, a solid thing pressing and rubbing, beside and against his own. But when a wider motion brought the dildo between his thighs, tip touching just below his pubic bones, Ekko startled.

Jinx stopped immediately, propping herself up on her arms.

"Shit." She glanced at the synthetic member between her legs with a mix of reproach and analysis, then raised her head and looked at him, brow furrowed. "I should've worn this after foreplay, shouldn't I?"

Ekko took a moment to answer. His body and mind stuck a second earlier, in the feeling of the toy—of her between his adductors, so close to where she could've entered and…

"No," he reassured, his breathing still ragged. "No, it's okay…"

His gaze fell on the nebula dildo, warmed by the friction. He swallowed, throat parched. He needed to drink from her again.

"Is it uncomfortable for you?" he asked gently, rubbing three fingers on the back of her neck.

She shook her head.

"Then leave it."

He claimed her lips again, not bothering to hide his desperation.

He grabbed her waist and rolled her onto the mattress, switching positions. He took his time to soothe his thirst, licking her mouth and ruthlessly extracting moans and fluid from the source. Once sated, he moved under her ear. He peppered her throat with soft, lingering kisses, leaving her moist in the cool night air. Beneath her hips a hand reached the strap, and before he knew it, Ekko was touching it.

His fingers moved along the appendix in a familiar, and yet foreign, replica of masturbation. Slow. Exploratory. He barely registered Jinx's hips twitching in his grip, maybe out of curiosity, or maybe just reflex. His mouth latched onto her breast, sucking a sweet nub between his teeth.

"Ekko."

His name was hot breath as shivers shook her bones. Ekko softened his suction and moved to the other breast. The way her tips swelled in the air were an exquisite sight, but in the haze of lust he wondered for a moment if she wasn't feeling too cold. Jinx had always be sensitive to low temperatures, and the one in their attic wasn't the best, with a heating system that struggled against old and hissing fixtures.

"You cold?" he murmured, crawling back to her face.

Jinx didn't answer. Instead, she grabbed his head and met his gaze.

"Give me a blowjob."

Ekko's eyes widened. Surprise and interest spread across his face, then softened into a smile as his shoulders slightly dropped.

"Wish I could make you feel my mouth," he replied, "or my hands..."

He released his grip and reached for the pale hand beside her head. Her warm fingers reassured him.

"Make it actually do something to you."

"It does!"

She kept looking at him, stars in her eyes. Serious.

"It really does… something to me" she repeated.

Ekko breathed deeply for a few seconds. He took in the admission, weighing the thought of doing as she asked him, then leaned in for a kiss. A rough whisper on her mouth.

"Spread your legs."

She did. She attempted to move upwards, but he seized the harness and dragged her toward him, leaving her half-sprawled among the cushions and with calves on his shoulders. The strap was at his face level now. Jinx looked at him with barely concealed urgency, desire written in every breath.

Ekko parted his lips. With hooded eyes and a tame demeanor, he began to lean closer, but instead of going for the main target, he tilted his head and mouthed her inner thigh. She complained, wriggling in impatience.

"Oh c'mon, Ekko!"

He bit her in response. She struggled harder, but the harness kept giving him a perfect grip to hold her where he wanted. He continued his descent to her groin, sucking the milky flesh into his mouth and bursting capillaries as his fingers stretched the material on her thighs. Her hand dig into his hair. Suddenly, a burning sensation on his scalp forced him to stop. He felt himself being pulled back harshly, and when he looked up, two sizzling blue eyes glared at him.

Oh. She was angry.

His cock twitched into the mattress.

"Did I say you could mark me?" she asked, almost growling.

They could both feel that something had changed. Jinx's eyes were no longer looking at him: they were pinning him, piercing and blazing like the center of a galaxy. Her need was sharper, her tone commanding. She sounded divine.

"Sorry," he flashed a smile, not much regret — exhilarated, if anything, by knowing that he'd pushed her buttons.

"I thought I'd take a few liberties."

"Way too many, so far."

"I know what my girl likes."

She smiled back, clicking tongue against her palate.

"Gods," she rasped, "you're so fucking smug."

Without letting go, she led him back to the starting point, where her cock was touching his chin.

"Tongue out," she said.

And oh, how could he possibly not obey when she spoke like that?

Ekko's jaw relaxed, his lower abdomen burning against the bed.

He took her slowly, preening under her gaze and hoping to rile her some more. Maybe convince her to raise those hips and thrust into his mouth, punish him for his taunting or praise him for his work, use him as she pleased…

When he reached halfway she hummed in satisfaction. Her hand slipped away, running to her breasts. She started to touch herself, and they put on a mutual show.

"Good boy… suck it~"

Ekko moaned pathetically around the strap.

Jinx began to writhe. Soft gasps alternated with belly spasms, fingers curling over her tattoos, twisting her nipples, molding places where his mouth had been before. A particularly loud kiss on the tip made her legs clamp around his head.

Ekko sank his digits into her flesh.

Yes.

He wanted more. More of her like this, rough and hungry, taking what she wanted from him without restraint. Of her fucking him.

He freed his mouth for a moment, speaking with the dildo still on his lips.

"That's it, babe," he panted.

Lick.

"Give it to me..."

Suck.

"Fuck my mouth."

"Gods, Ekko—"

Jinx bucked her hips and the toy rubbed along his cheek, coating it with his own saliva. The action went straight to his cock.

"You look so sexy from down here," he groaned.

She sank her teeth into her lip.

"Stop talking."

She moved her hips a couple more times. Roger that.

Ekko resumed his work, relishing in the feeling of her rocking on his tongue, his eyes open to watch her. She threw her head back, arched, moaned, as if she could truly feel every nook and cranny of his mouth. And Ekko understood why she'd asked for it in the first place. The mental stimulation had caught them both, lost and delirious under the power of a lack of contact, the mere idea of him pleasuring her like that.

She pushed herself deeper in his throat and his hips jerked on their own. Saliva began to collect at the corners of his mouth, muffled sounds of pleasure, his own member leaking onto the covers like a brush lifted from wet paint.

Then everything stopped.

Jinx pulled her hips back and emptied his mouth. Ekko moaned, dazed, instinctively chasing the plaything that had been taken from him. But she grabbed his back, shoulders, face, and pulled him into a kiss that made his eyes close and sugar burst in his chest.

"On your stomach," she instructed, before slipping away from him and pushing a hand between his shoulder blades.

Ekko ended up facedown on the mattress.

"Did you like it?" she asked against his neck, breathless.

The answer left him quickly. "Every second."

She kissed him, letting out a liberating laugh. And he was so drunk on her that the sound aroused him.

"I'm going to fuck you now," she announced, still laughing.

She placed a pillow under his hips, then got off the bed. Her bare footsteps echoed on the fake parquet, followed by a plastic sound and a tube popping open.

Ekko felt her hand on the small of his back, gliding down the slope and tracing his spine to the atlas. He couldn't help but notice, with both surprise and relief, that she had clipped her nails.

Oh. Looks like it wasn't such an impulsive purchase, after all.

"Janna..." Jinx kept a hand firmly on his neck and the other on the inter-gluteal cleft. Both resting. "You really are beautiful like this," she breathed, low and dreamy, like a love confession. It bent his boldness and fondled his ego.

"Jinx."

He wasn't sure what he wanted to tell her, but any other words or thoughts vanished like smoke in the wind as a coated finger and smeared with lube started to probe his entrance. Ekko held his breath, releasing it as soon as her digit crossed the threshold. She exhaled with him.

"Okay," she whispered, "I've got you."

He nodded, trying to focus on his breathing and make it easier for her, but the fantasy of having her inside him clashed with a sense of intrusion in his body that was hard to overcome.

Jinx didn't flinch. She went deeper, immersing all three phalanges. She started pressing spots circularly, slowly, loosening his walls every minute with a patience and dedication she only used on her worktop. And that's all he felt: a tangle of electrical wires, pulled and unraveled by her hands.

After a while a second finger joined the first. Jinx flexed the pair, and suddenly something snapped. An internal jolt coursed through him, making him shudder beneath her like a generator. She did it again. A sharp sound rasped his throat.

He pushed his hips back and clawed at the blanket, yearning for that feeling again, but she had pulled away already, leaving him empty for the umpteenth time that night. It was getting frustrating: the burning need, the overwhelmed loins, the resistance to win. He gave the pillow a strong stab, simulating a penetration into the cotton folds, growling and desperate like a wild animal.

Fill me.

The thought tamed his synapses in a way that bordered obsession.

Fill me. Fill me. Fill me…

She did.

She was inside him. She was fucking inside—

His body got out of control, tensing again.

"Hey, hey… easy."

She leaned over him, her small breasts resting on his back and her lips on his neck. The reassurance was probably meant for him, but Ekko knew her too well not to recognize it — the subtle fear that had ingrained inside her for years. The one of hurting, rotting, of losing her grip and breaking something beautiful and fragile. It was in her breath and every spot they touched, and it was getting her away from there. Away from him.

"Jinx" he called her name, breath thick and mouth full of electricity.

No answer.

"Powder" he tried again.

She startled. The twitch of her mouth told him she was biting the inner cheek.

"I trust you."

He reached behind him, found her hip and held it, keeping her from pulling back.

"Please." He would show her that she could do it, that she could give in to the same kind of artfully roughness sometimes she asked from him. That he was exactly where he wanted to be. "Don't hold back."

She squeezed her eyes shut.

"So much," she murmured into his shoulder. "Ekko, there's so much. So much I want—I feel like… like I might explode and—"

"Then do it," he cut her. "I want all of you. Everything you're thinking of right now, every fantasy tickling your mind, I want it. I'll stop you if it gets too much, I promise. Just—please."

The hand holding her hip crawled up her neck. Ekko craned his neck and tasted the metal in her mouth.

"I need you to fuck me."

A moan on her lips.

Jinx looked at him as if the world was collapsing and he was her only lifeline, the only solid pivot holding up her carousel. She started to penetrate him like that, stealing glances from the prone position until their bodies began to speak louder than their eyes.

He opened up for her, one inch more taken with every thrust. She leaned some weight on his back, allowing him to feel the slow, rhythmic motion of every single curve and plane against him.

"That's it," he cooed, "Let yourself go, sweetheart. I can handle it, I'll be so good for you."

That earned him a harder thrust.

"Eager for praise, huh?" she panted, a small smirk eventually formed between his shoulders.

He gifted her a moan. Knowing she was growing confident helped him relax as well.

"Want me to call you a good boy again?" She bit his trapezius. "A good… mmh—fucking toy?"

Ekko sank down onto his arms, muttering her name.

"Oh. You like that, don't you?"

The thrusts grew deeper, his hips now flush with hers. Her words buzzed softly in his brain as she started to hump him with abandon, filling him with light and stardust.

"Good boy," she chanted, "my good boy... so, so good."

Ekko could only echo her as she hit that sensitive spot again, drawing a louder moan from him and something that sounded embarrassingly like a sob. She was so small pressed against him… that tiny waist, sharp and bony hips, and knees raised off the bed. The awareness of the power she held over him despite that imbalance made his blood sing and his chest swell with fire.

Lost in those sensations, he didn't feel her holding his jaw and something starting to draw up the base of his neck. The scent of peppermint was what snapped him back. Ekko's breath hitched. Sparks and kaleidoscopic colors mingled inside him as he became aware of one of Jinx's braids pulled taut beneath his Adam's apple.

She tilted her head, placing a kiss on his cheek.

"How do you feel?"

Ekko breathed. He forced himself to, because his body seemed to refuse, as if bracing itself for the restraint it knew would come next. As if it craved it more than it craved oxygen. But she didn't tighten. The blue locks, held firmly at the ends, did nothing but support the column of his throat, like a cradle.

"Good," he managed to say. He rocked back to meet her, in case she wanted further confirmation. "Please don't stop."

That seemed to do it, because she planted her knees on the mattress and picked up a faster pace. Without the shield of his arms, every sound now spilled freely from him. Broken moans, whines, urges, until the only thing left in his mouth was the sparkling taste of her name and all its variant.

Love, Blue, Jinx, Pow—

"I did it," he heard her say, between thrusts and ragged breaths.

Jinx's gaze on him was heavy, touching and caressing like something physical.

"I made you like this."

Ekko closed his eyes and tried to picture her, the look of wonder, freedom, and realization he heard in her voice; that she had undone him into a soft and helpless mess of pleasure, that she had let herself go without hurting him. That she had held the treasure in her hands and shaped it into something more.

"Yes," he whispered, his carotid throbbing in her braid.

She continued.

"If only you could see yourself, so full of me" Her body pressed against his, sinking both of them further into the double layer of blankets and duvet. "Do you want more?"

"Yes."

"Want me to pour my orgasm into you? Over and over, until you'll become a tender thing, swollen and—ngh… dripping with my cum..."

This time it was her own moan that cut her. Her grip on the braid tightened, not enough to alter his breathing, but enough to affect his mind.

"I could even—ah— breed you."

A sharp pleasure shot through him.

"Putting a baby in you."

Fuck.

Ekko pulled handful of covers. His orgasm pierced him like a subtle arrow, precise and treacherous in a weak spot he didn't know he had. He cried out, jerking his hips within the confines of her and the pillow as he spilled himself copiously into the fabric. She bit hard into his neck. His diaphragm ached, echoes of light kept stinging his insides even after every drop of ejaculation had left his body.

His mind slowly regained some focus, just in time to witness her climaxing as well. By the time Jinx collapsed on him, trembling and panting from the clitoral stimulation, her braid had fallen on the bed.

Ekko wanted to hug her, kiss her forehead, and tell her she'd been amazing, but his limbs wouldn't move. She licked the bite, which distracted him enough for her to pull out without him feeling too much friction.

It was she who kissed his forehead. Impossible to say how much time had passed before he found himself lying on his back, his stomach dry, and tucked under a fresh layer of clean blankets. Jinx curled up against his side.

They remained like this, until her voice broke the silence.

"Water?" she asked.

Ekko thought he'd answered her, but seeing her big blue eyes blinking expectantly, he wasn't so sure anymore. He just nodded to get rid of any doubts.

Jinx poured a glass from the bottle on the nightstand, clumsily trying to stay huddled in the blanket, and cursing when some water spilled into her lap. She held the edge to his mouth, and Ekko drank willingly, even though he could have done it himself. Once finished he lay back to the pillow, his mouth parted in nothing but breath.

Jinx rubbed her feet against his shin.

"Hey, boy savior," she whispered. "Need some more saving?"

The cold sole nestled into the back of his knee.

"A hot water bag? A massage? A... protein bar?"

He turned to look at her. There was a slight crease between her brows, the same one she'd had while staring at the dildo earlier. He probably shouldn't have laughed, he didn't really mean to, but she just—she was so…

He leaned toward her and his laughter broke on her lips.

"I'm fine," he smiled, wide and genuine. "Wonderfully fine."

The crease softened, but didn't fully vanish.

"I can hear the gears turning."

Ekko let out a sigh. Of course she did. She did when they were two kids, sitting in the basement of the Last Drop trying to build a monocycle. She did when they found themselves in a lecture hall years later, studying together for the same exams.

"I know a new questionable idea just popped in your head: I can hear the gears turning. So? What is it?"

"Can you not overthink so loudly? I can hear the gears turning. Hey... let's go grab some monster cans."

He smiled to himself at the memories, raising his head.

"I was just wondering about something," he began, speaking softly and with measured slowness.

Jinx was looking at him, and Ekko felt his caution was making her fidget, so he gathered some courage and decided to put that aside.

"Did you mean" he took a breath in, "Did you seriously mean it when you mentioned a baby?"

She wasn't as shocked as he thought she would be. She simply looked away, snuggling deeper into the blanket as a thoughtful murmur vibrated on her lips.

The answer came quickly. Honest and brutal.

"I don't know," she admitted. "I don't remember much about my mother. And the experience of labor makes me want to crawl out of my skin, but..."

Ekko followed her index over the colorful stitching.

"Sometimes I think about a little bug, y'know?" Her hand moved through the air, as if tracing the spirals of a flight. "A quiet, shimmering one. With golden eyes."

Something shifted in his chest. Ekko looked at her, searching her expression for any hint of joking or reconsideration, any clue that might somehow contradict what she had just said. He found none. There was caution, however; the uncertainty of a future that looked too beautiful and too fragile for her to touch it. And there, always lurking, the fear of seeing everything shatter.

Ekko filled his lungs, recklessly surrendering to that prospect, letting it take hold of his finger and the whole arm. Those wide-open golden eyes that stared at the world with both too much curiosity and too much fear, a patched-up childhood, a warm spark before Jinx's braids and the ladybug clip his hands had pinned in her similar, shorter ones.

"I've thought about it too," he honestly said. "That little bug."

Jinx's fingers stopped drawing, curling into her palm.

"You did?"

"Yes."

Her hand landed on the blanket. Ekko squeezed it.

"Do you think she'd want me like that?" she asked in a small voice.

"I think you could show her clouds blowing in the wind, and she'd look at you as if you'd hung and shaped them there for her."

She smiled despite herself, withdrawing into a pause of silence.

"Families are scary," she stated.

And he knew what she was thinking, so he shifted to wrap her waist and pulled her closer.

"They are," he whispered into her hair. "But I'd be honored if you chose to take that challenge with me."

Her face rolled into the hollow of his neck, like a creature returning to its den after weathering a storm. She sighed there, spreading warmth on his salty skin.

"Thank you," she said.

Ekko's fingers drifted idly across her stomach.

"For what?"

"For being Ekko."

For trusting me with beautiful and fragile things when I don't.

Outside, Janna's icy voice shattered against the windows, while a few flakes began to dart under the led street lights.

He tangled their legs together in response, taking in more of her body and all those rapidly cooling spots.

He wouldn't ask more of her. There was no need.