That Time Amor and Donovan Bonked

It had started off as an innocent train of thought as Donovan watched Amor work, curled up in one of their comfortable chairs with a cup of tea while they pondered over their latest experiment. She listened to them mutter under their breath in Faerie about components not behaving as they should, distantly thinking about other times and places while sipping her tea. It was far from the first time she had been left to her own thoughts while others did their work, and her overactive brain was happy to fill her attention span.
 
Their movements were graceful, almost unfairly so as their hands worked, her eyes tracking the long fingers as they reached for another ingredient and measured it out before carefully adding it to the small cauldron in front of them. Even the way they paused to scribble their notes was graceful, long hair drifting into their way before they flicked it back behind their shoulder. Their brow twitched slightly, the only sign of annoyance she knew they would show. Her eyes went back to looking over the graceful lines of their body, wondering if they ever looked Ungraceful a moment of their life. Even covered in dirt, they still had somehow managed to maintain that air of poise and ethereal quality of most fae.
 
Remembering the expressions they had made when under her had her second guessing herself for a moment, but Donovan knew even then they had retained most of their poise… But how much more would it take to see that break? It was a tempting thought, leading to other thoughts that had her biting her lip and forgetting her tea, past experiences of her own mingling desire with too many other thoughts, and suddenly she was thinking of That Day Again and Those Steps Again and her own screams as she-
 
“Mo ghràidh,” they repeated, eyes sparkling and lips barely holding back one of their small smiles, “Care to share what you’re thinking?”
 
“Uh,” Donovan tried to remember where she was, blinking rapidly, “Have you ever been fucked so hard you literally forget how to think?”
 
It was their turn to give her a slow blink, before responding, “Once, though I still retained most of my ability to think. It was… nice. Yes, I liked it quite a bit.”
 
Trying to stay present and not think about how hot that probably had been or the echoes of screams, Donovan continued, “And have you done the fucking?”
 
Another blink, and they were turning to face her more, “I… have not.”
 
“Would you ever want to, sugar?” she tried to say it lightly, slamming those thoughts out of her mind like she had been trained to do all those years ago.
 
“Is this another one of your roundabout ways of asking to have sex?” She could practically sense the small smirk they were hiding as they leaned back against their work table, showing off their figure in their gown. Looking harder, Donovan thought she saw the slightest blush on their pale cheeks.
 
Smiling, Donovan stood before stepping into their space, watching their eyes widen as she placed her hands on either side of them before leaning in to say, “Sugar, if you are up for it, I would love for you to fuck me with complete and raw abandon, until I am a senseless mess beneath you. How is that for roundabout?”
 
They sucked in a breath, eyes darkening as they looked her over, lingering on her mouth and breasts before returning to meet her eyes, “Depends, would you be willing to behave?”
 
“Yes,” her eyes searched their face, refusing to move until they did, feeling her heartbeat pick up as they easily unbuttoned her suit and pushed her jacket off her shoulders.
 
With hands warm enough for her to feel them through her dress shirt, they wrapped one arm around her waist, fingers seeking the seam of her pants where her tail poked through while the other wrapped her tie around their hand. “Then,” they yanked her down by her tie at the same time as they pressed firm fingers to the base of her tail, mouth curling in a smile as she jolted and moaned, “Let’s see how much you can take until you break, mo ghràidh.”
 
Bahamut, she missed this feeling, moaning at their words even as they pulled her in closer. As they kissed her, hand firmly holding her there with her tie while they massaged her tail, it took almost all of her effort for her knees to not buckle under the immediate waves of pleasure crashing into her system. She clutched the table behind them, until suddenly Amor was the one pressing her against the table, their body firm against hers and keeping her upright as their kisses grew intense.
 
Soon their tongue was inside of her mouth, tasting of tea and pastries as they slowly laid claim with every stroke until she was gasping. Any thoughts about smudged lipstick escaped her brain as they bit her lip with their withdrawal, a self-satisfied smirk on their face as they took in her expression. Their smirk only grew as they pressed more insistently on the sensitive nerves of her tail, causing her to moan loudly and tremble as her hooves almost slid out from under her, only kept up by the weight of them pressing against her.
 
They chuckled slightly, kissing her one more time before commanding, “Bedroom, before you make a mess of this experiment.”
 
She held back a whine, almost suggesting they just push her over the nearest piece of furniture, but Donovan was trying to behave for them. “Of course,” she nodded, making sure her hooves were steady under her, only for Amor’s yank on her tie to nearly bring them out from under her again, holding back a moan at the display of control.
 
The sly look Amor gave her only served to increase the heat already in her veins as they led her to their bedroom. “On your back.” As she rushed to do as they commanded (carefully placing her amulet on their side table), they closed and locked the bedroom door behind them, pausing for a moment to look at her with a head tilt. “If… it is ever too much… let me know.”
 
Smiling from where she lay on their bed, Donovan reached out to them, answering as they took her hand and pressed it above her head while climbing on top of her, “I will, boss. You ever use the stoplight method?”
 
“Green is go, yellow is slow down, and red means immediate stop?” With her affirmative nod, they gave her a small smile. “Something I’ve only read of in books… but useful. Now.” They took hold of her tie again, “Please obey my instructions, mo ghràidh, if you wish to be… how was it you put it? ‘A senseless mess beneath’ me?” They had lowered themselves down to her, whispering the last bit against her lips and a teasing flick of their tongue that had her almost wiggling under them before they rose back to sitting.
 
Gods, the teasing. She wasn’t looking to be teased, as much as she enjoyed occasionally having to beg to be fucked. If only there was a stoplight color that meant speed up. “Please, sugar.”
 
Amor’s hand paused in trying to untie her necktie, eyes returning to hers with a mischievious glint. “Please what?”
 
Donovan groaned, trying to not roll her eyes, trying to be good, but needing this to go faster for her damn nerves. “Please fuck me until I’m a senseless mess beneath you… mark me… claim me… take me any damn way you like.” She arched against them, trying to entice them in any way she could to help with the lust that had sprung on her faster than she would like to admit.
 
They groaned, hand tightening on hers before gliding down to join the other in working her tie off of her, “That’s my good girl. Now, stay still until I tell you otherwise… I may have to take certain measures.”
 
“Like?” she breathed in deep as the tie slid free, watching those fingers of theirs pluck the buttons of her shirt free.
 
Their eyes ate up every inch of skin they exposed, biting their lip as they tugged the rest from her pants and pressed warm fingers to her taut stomach. After a moment of taking her in, Amor responded, “Tying you up, if I must.”
 
The way her body responded to the threat should have put her to shame, but she was so far past feeling any sort of shame. But… she shut those thoughts down.
 
Gasping at the way Amor’s thumb brushed against her ribs, she managed to get out, “Maybe some other time, sugar.”
 
A graceful nod of understanding, eyes taking in the things unsaid. "Of course, mo ghràidh.” Their hands traced up her sides, resting on the band of her bra while their head lowered to skim their nose over the swell of one breast. Pressing an open mouthed kiss above the cup of her bra, they murmured, “I need this out of my way…”
 
Donovan waited for them to tell her to move so they could do just that, but the words never came as their fingers impatiently pulled the fabric down, her breasts popping out of the cups and their warm mouth immediately latching onto a pierced nipple. Gasping, she arched into their mouth with a string of soft curses that made them chuckle. Their hand got to work on her other breast, looking far too pleased with the way her hips tried to roll as they pinched just right.
 
Just as she was about to beg them to do more than switch between her breasts, they pulled away. The look they gave her as their other hand took the place of their mouth had her blushing, struggling to hold onto the sheets above her head as they continued toying with her piercings.
 
“The piercings make that much of a difference?” Their gaze was intense, watching her reactions carefully as they tried to see just how many sounds she could make - something Donovan knew was A Lot.
 
Between gasps and moans and rolling her hips against their weight, Donovan managed to get out, “If you could see the state of my panties right now, you would have your answer.”
 
They dragged their eyes away from her chest and down her stomach, as if they could see through her dress pants and to the soaked underwear she was trapped in. “And who am I to leave such an answer waiting?”
 
Giggles bubbled from her throat, bringing a wider smile to their face as she responded, “Why I think that would make you anyone but Amor Eirian.”
 
“That would be correct,” their own giggles were even graceful compared to hers, but she was distracted by the way their fingers followed the path of her patches down to the band of her pants. They moved off of her legs, settling between them as they unfastened her pants. “You’ve been so good for me, mo ghràidh, but please remove your shirt and bra for me now.”
 
It turned into more than just her shirt and bra, and even Amor had a hard time keeping themselves clothed as their mouths found each others again. Donovan returned her hands to above her head, letting loose a long, drawn out moan as their fingers smoothed over her hips before taking grip and grinding themselves against her heat. The feel of them against her, their weight and heat, and their soft panting sounds were intoxicating. Better than any alcohol.
 
“Sugar,” Donovan managed to get out as their mouth moved onto the column of her neck, throwing her head back at the feel of their tongue tracing its way to the hollow of her throat. They settled there and along her collarbones with a purpose, trying their best to leave marks with careful nips and pulls that had her gasping and squirming against their grip.
 
“Stay. Still,” they murmured, eyes blazing as their nails dragged carefully over her hips and down her thighs, only causing her to gasp and squirm more until they barely growled out another warning. “Be a good girl and you will get what you want.”
 
“Oh gods,” was all she could say in response, eyes flickering closed and doing her best to stay still as they caressed her thighs. Shivering as one hand moved closer to her inner thighs, she continued, “I’ll be good, boss.”
 
“Mm, good girl,” they hummed, moving down her body, between her breasts and to her stomach while murmuring, “You are absolutely stunning, mo ghràidh. How you are the worshipper and not the person of worship is beyond me.”
 
The breath in her lungs left in a whoosh, and she felt the steady blush she had been gaining intensify as she grasped for a response to their blasphemous praise. She gasped as their teeth scrapped along her ribs, sinking lower without waiting for her to gain her thoughts to respond. Even knowing what was coming, her body shivering at the feeling of their hair carressing her skin, Donovan was not prepared for the feeling of their mouth on her inner thigh.
 
She whined, the sound almost pathetic to her own ears if she gave a damn at that moment. They chuckled against the sensitive skin, the smallest nip to the meat of her thigh her only warning before they bit down.
 
“Fuck!” Donovan shouted before moaning, hips bucking against the suddenly firm grip they had on her legs. Her hands automatically flew to their hair, gripping tight and making them moan before she remembered she was supposed to stay still and returning them to above her head.
 
Releasing her skin from sucking a deeper mark around the bite, Amor popped back up to her. Their hand on her face had her opening her eyes, looking into their concerned stare as they asked, “Was that too much, ma colombe?”
 
Her breath was already heaving, but she immediately shook her head, “Sugar, that was perfect, I just was not expecting it and that makes it even better. I… I like that a lot.”
 
A soft smile graced their lips even as their eyes grew darker, “Very well then… Now, can you keep your hands to yourself or will I have to stop?”
 
“Please, sugar, don’t stop,” Donovan begged, resolutely gathering their bedsheets in her hands to try and keep herself from latching on again.
 
They smirked, settling back down between her legs in a look that was obscene as they wrapped their arms around her thighs, “Good girl… I bet you know how to stay still and take what I give you.” The kiss they pressed to her thigh and the knowing look they threw her way had her blood boiling.
 
When she could only nod in response, breath frozen in her lungs, they moved on, marking the line between patches of her different blues with licks and bites that had her moaning and gasping in their arms. She was so close to begging Amor to hurry up, to touch her where she was burning for them, when they finally decided to take pity on her.
 
The first broad lick had her jerking in their grip, turning her head into her arm to muffle the loud moans as they took to task. They were not shy about it, making happy sounds as their tongue delved deep into her before withdrawing to flick over her clit. Donovan wasn’t sure which language she was rambling in anymore, especially not when they decided to lightly suck with a contented hum while slipping two fingers into her soaking heat. From there, they only served to draw her higher and higher with every caress of their fingers and tongue. Then she was falling, one long drawn out moan turning into a whine as they pulled their mouth away to watch her while their fingers coaxed every drop of her orgasm from her with murmured praises.
 
Her brain was still fuzzy from finishing when Donovan felt them begin to pull away, body immediately responding by putting her hand on theirs and going, “More, please more, sugar.”
 
Their answering moan had her opening her eyes, looking at their beautiful face still shiny from eating her out as Amor tried to regain their composure to respond, “So greedy, mo ghràidh… luckily, I am in a giving mood. You may move your hands as well, but do not cover your mouth. I want to hear all those pretty sounds you make while my fingers are in you.”
 
The sentence alone would have been enough to have her moaning again, but the way they had said it, the heat combined with the careful curl of their fingers had her scrambling for any semblance of control over her body. And the sounds they managed to draw from her had them smiling, shifting to a more comfortable position and allowing her to see just how affected they were. If she were not currently tongue-tied in Abyssal, Donovan may have even teased them about the lovely shade of red they had turned.
 
Taking a pointed look at their erection, she managed to remember how to speak English enough to moan a, “More. I need more.”
 
“Now, now,” they tsked, but slowed the pace of their fingers, “You know how to ask politely, ma colombe.”
 
“Please,” she had no shame when it came to begging, “Fuck me, sugar.”
 
Amor shuddered, eyes closing to steady themselves before looking at her again, “You truly are greedy today… but I find my patience waning.” Pulling their fingers from her, they pulled them into their mouth, clearly enjoying the taste of her with while staring her down. “On your knees.”
 
Once again, Donovan’s breathing stopped, only a whine leaving her throat as she scrambled to turn herself over. She heard their soft intake of breath, forcing her to look back at Amor before they were able to reign in the hunger on their face. Sensing their momentary weakness, Donovan sank lower onto her front, allowing them a better look at what she was offering them to take.
 
They groaned at the sight of her, hands smoothing over her ass, “Tempting from every angle…”
 
An experimental squeeze had her giggling slightly, the slight reminder that this was new to them enough to temper her impatience while she let them feel up her backside. At least, that was enough to keep her at bay until their fingers made their way to her tail. With the first press of their fingers she was keening, almost planting her face into their sheets with how hard she arched to get more from their fingers. When their spare hand found her clit again, circling it in time to the hand on her tail, she swore she saw stars.
 
“Sugar, please,” she managed to pant out, getting Amor to slow down enough for her to say, “I don’t know if I can stay on my knees if you keep doing that.” Gods, at this rate she’d ruin their sheets.
 
Pausing at her words, they removed their fingers from her clit, but returned to barely rubbing her tail, causing her breath to hitch at the teasing touch. “Perhaps another time, then.” There was a soothing touch on her hip, and she felt just as much as she heard them rise onto their knees, body barely covering hers as they pressed a kiss to her spine. “Wait one moment for me, ma colombe, while I retrieve a condom for us.”
 
Donovan hummed her acknowledgement, flipping her hair out of her face, only then realizing that her hair had come undone at some point. Maybe it had been when they were making out. Watching their lithe body go for their nightstand, having only seen a fraction of their collection when she was nosy during their first hookup, had her curious about what all they had.
 
Those thoughts left her mind as they turned, beautiful in the soft light of their bedroom. Perhaps if she had paid more attention in school, Donovan would have been able to think of some sonnet or poem that might have been able to capture a fraction of the beautiful sight her hormone-addled mind took in. But she was not a poet, or an artist of any kind, and so the words that left her mouth were direct.
 
“Bahamut, I cannot wait to have that gorgeous cock in me.”
 
Amor’s eyes widened, cheeks turning pink before they snorted delicately, “Patience, mo ghràidh, patience.” They returned to kneeling behind her, patting her lightly as if attempting to console her, “Such words make me want to drag this out even more.”
 
“Tease,” she grumbled, wiggling her hips at them in an obvious show of ‘please fuck me, I’m desperate.’
 
“But you are a delight to tease, especially when you turn that lovely shade of purple,” they supplied, the sounds of the condom wrapper being broken and a hitched breath as they slid it on. “I will not leave you waiting much longer, thank you for being a good girl and staying on your knees.”
 
Moaning at their words, Donovan repositioned her arms under her, preparing for whatever they might give her, “Of course, sugar. Just fuck me good, please.”
 
Her breath caught again as they were suddenly on her, rubbing themselves against her while pulling her knees farther apart. “Leave the rest to me, mo ghràidh. However…” She bit her lip at the feel of them lining up, barely pressing in before Amor continued, “Only my name will be leaving your lips now.”
 
Donovan’s brain scrambled at the command, built habits and training fighting for domination, but the feel of them pushing into her threw them out the window. The slight stretch made her moan their name, and just her actually saying their name had her as heated as the feel of them in her.
 
Their voice shook with their moan as they hilted in her, fingers tight on her hips, “You… take me so beautifully.”
 
Amor took a moment, seemingly pulling themselves together, before slowly starting to thrust, working on gaining speed until she was trying to match their movements. They gave her what she wanted, though, and soon she was just trying to hold on, rocking with each press of their hips. Donovan gave them what they wanted too, their name a repeated moaned prayer on her lips that had them clutching her tighter and moaning praises.
 
Then they slowed, her moans of protest cut off as their hand slid down her back, pressing her down into her arch. Donovan lost her ability to think as they traded speed for power, their hips snapping into hers from this new angle leaving her breathless and whining. And then they slid their fingers from her hip to her tail, pressing down and pulling a disgustingly loud moan from her throat as they worked the sensitive nerves there.
 
It was perfect, and all she could do was moan and try to stay on her knees as they took her, taking in the noises they both made and the feel of their body over her and the friction and - oh gods.
 
She shattered without warning, shouting their name and swearing she saw white as they continued their thrusts. Donovan barely heard them swear, still lost to her orgasm and the silence in her thoughts. It was only when they snapped to a stop, their own moan loud as they finished, that she even remembered where she was.
 
They both collapsed as Amor pulled themselves from her, Donovan’s knees giving way while Amor tried to keep themselves from fully falling on top of her after disposing the condom. Instinctively, she reached out to them, smiling lazily when they drew each other into their arms while their breathing slowed. But she was content in the silence, even all of her normal background thoughts stilling while the two of them pieced themselves back together.
 
Only once the sweat seemed to grow cold on her skin did Donovan try to speak, “For a first time… you did perfectly, Amor.”
 
Shivering, Amor’s eyes fluttered open as they breathed deep, “You made it very easy, Sweet Pea.”
 
She laughed a little at that, “Well thank you for accommodating my spontaneous requests for sex, sugar.”
 
A smile bloomed on their face, a hint of devilish intent in their eyes as they responded, “Always happy to oblige, mo ghràidh.”