"Oh my god, I look so stupid!" It's already almost 11am and Roxy won't come out of the hotel bathroom. Jake and Jane already went ahead to the convention center and Dirk has had to get dressed up without the use of the bathroom mirror. There's a mirror in the room, but it's on the wall behind the desk so he has to lean halfway over to put his contacts in and fix the clips on his wig.
"I'm sure you look fine, Roxy." He calls back, plucking the skin tight spandex from his skin where it's decided to bunch up in certain areas.
"No, I look like a sausage!"
"Your body fat percentage is probably about .5. The con opened three hours ago, just come out."
"Fiiine." Her voice is whiney and he sighs in relief when he hears the door click open behind him.
He turns to face her and his jaw drops.
She looks awesome. The long orange wig frames her face well and the red latex plugsuit hugs her curves in all of the right ways. It's hot. He lets out a low whistle and gestures for her to spin around. She giggles and does so.
"You look good." He says, his mouth dry.
"So ya ready to go?"
"I'm not sure if I can let you out looking like that. Kind of just want you to myself." He curls his finger and she prances over to him. His hand comes up her cheek and he nibbles playfully at her lips.
"I'm totes ok with that." She nods and kisses him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Dirk's hand finds itself on the swell of her ass, the leather of his glove creaking against the latex as he squeezes lightly. His other hand joins the first and hoists her legs up around his waist. A shrill laugh bubbles out of her throat as he wobbles his way over to the bed to drop her on it before settling between her legs and attacking her jaw with open mouthed kisses. Her fingers tangle in the brown fibers of his wig and when he bites her neck through the material of the catsuit, she moans pulls it off, tossing it on the nightstand before threading her fingers into his messy blond locks and tugging slightly.
He grinds against her and the she's thankful for the latex being so thin that she can actually feel how hard he is between her legs. He kisses his way down the suit, loving the feel and taste pf it under his lips. She squirms under his ministrations, keening when he reaches his destination. The broad swipes of his tongue against the material over her clit send her fingers diving for the sheets. He chuckles against her, vibrating the material hugging her.
"Fuck, Dirk. C'mon, just screw me." He smiles up at her and bites her inner thigh.
"Alright, but I have no idea how that comes off, so I'm going to need your help." She giggles and they both stand up, undressing themselves hastily and laughing each other the entire time. He playfully shoves her back on the bed and resumes his place over her, their lips meeting and he can feel her smiling against his mouth as he enters her. She gasps when he's fully seated and loses a drawn out moan as he starts thrusting. Her arms wrap around his neck and he grips her hips as the pace grows. The sounds she makes are music to his ears and as he feels himself getting closer, he drops a hand between them, thumb rubbing circles on her clit.
He revels in the way she tightens up around him and how the pitch of her moans grow higher and higher. She comes with a sharp whine and a smile and he pulls out and strokes himself to completion over her stomach before gently dropping on top of her, snuggling his face into her chest. Roxy giggles her way down from her high and rubs the blonde's back.
"Jake and Janey are gonna wonder what we're doin."
"Whatever. The dealer's room doesn't open until noon anyway." She laughs and kisses the top of his head.
"Truuuuuue."