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A birthday gift to Benjimators on Tumblr! This was inspired by three pieces of art, the first one by Gothicthundra and two follow-ups by Benjimators. Secret art for the eyes of the Drakgo Skype group only… Ask me about that.
You've Got Something On Your...
Drakken woke up with a smile on his face, his plans for the day swimming through his mind. He opened his eyes to see the warm morning light shining on Shego's bare shoulder. His mind leapt ahead in the list he'd created for celebrating her birthday to the evening plans as he studied her bare skin, admiring the perfect lines of her neck and jaw where she was faced away from him.
It still thrilled him that she was his.
He leaned forward and brushed her hair back, kissing first her shoulder and then her neck as he decided his list of pleasures for the day could be added to. He continued these tender ministrations as he thought ahead to their natural conclusion, his body joining in his mind's delight.
Finally, Shego's eyes fluttered open and she turned her head toward him with a contented smile.
"Good morning," he said softly, placing a long kiss on her cheek. "Happy birthday."
"Mmmh..." was her only response as she turned and put her arms around his neck.
"Would you...like your first present early?" he said with a slight flush as he allowed his arousal to press against her leg.
Her grin broadened. "Second present. The first was sleeping in."
He was about to crawl over her, when her pager went off on the nightstand. Shego frowned and glanced over at the number, and then groaned.
"Brunch with my brothers... I'm late."
Shego rolled away from him and out of the bed, hugging herself through the thin nightgown she wore as she crossed the room.
Drakken's face fell. "But..."
"I won't be out long," she tossed over her shoulder as she headed into the bathroom.
Drakken sat up with a frown. He looked down at the prominent tent of the sheets and crossed his arms. He'd also forgotten the brunch with her brothers, but she'd assured him it wouldn't take long...
He continued going over the day's plans in his head, both to make sure everything he had planned for Shego was perfect, and also in attempt to distract himself from the state he'd worked himself into. Unfortunately, the running water of the shower and the vivid mental images of his wife beneath the warm waters, steam rising around her, was only making his problem worse.
In truth he had planned for the evening to end in exactly that way, minus the shower. He couldn't help his mind wandering to the various ways he had planned to pleasure Shego, and he was startled out of his imaginings by the sound of the bathroom door opening.
Shego was fully dressed and headed for the bedroom door, but as she paused to look at him, she grinned at the same time her brows knit in sympathy. Drakken flushed purple as he glanced down to the tent of the sheets again, now with a tiny damp spot at the very peak.
"I'm sorry..." she said, approaching him. She leaned down to give him a long kiss, and he met the touch with yearning. When their lips parted she reached down and gave him one tender stroke through the sheets, and he tensed. "If you still need me when I get back, we can spend all day in here."
Drakken wished she hadn't touched him as he watched her retreating back, his eyes wandering over her curves and her swaying hair until the door closed and he was left in silence. He looked down, frowning before flopping back onto the bed, his arms splayed out to the sides.
He knew he wasn't going to be able to just get over the moment. Even if he managed to distract himself, the raging desire would just return. And there was little point in trying to satisfy the issue himself… There was no substitute for Shego.
As his mind wandered between his desire for her and the plans for the day, a thrilling idea struck him... One in fact he thought might interest Shego as well.
Drakken felt a shiver race across his skin when he heard the door close, and not just for the state of undress he was in. He dropped the whisk in the mixing bowl and adjusted the tie of the pink apron–the only clothing he wore–as he listened eagerly for Shego's footfalls. The ache in his loins grew as he felt the fresh rush of blood to where his arousal had never fully diminished, his mind trapped on the thought of sex with his wife all morning.
"I smell shortcakes," Shego's voice sounded from the hall.
Drakken listened as she came nearer and dropped her purse and the hover car keys on the dining table. As he'd expected, her steps halted as she entered the kitchen. He shivered again. He knew she was getting exactly the view he'd planned: his bare bottom, topped by the ties of the frilly pink apron, and the rest of him, nude but for the slippers on his feet. He picked up the mixing bowl again and turned to give her a wicked grin.
His expression faltered slightly at the look on Shego's face. Her cheeks had flushed bright red, and her hand was paused mid-air, as if she'd been reaching for something. Her eyes drifted upward from where they'd been fixed on his rear up to his face, and then dropped again as she lifted a brow. He realized he'd turned just enough for her to see the bulge beneath the front of the apron.
"Wow. Couldn't calm down in all this time?" she said, but he knew the quip was halfhearted. She was already approaching him. He looked at her tight jeans and purple off-the-shoulder blouse and wondered where he should start.
"It's been two hours," he complained, though there was no strength behind it as she grinned at him.
"Shortcakes are done?" she said, setting her hands on his shoulders, the mixing bowl between them.
"The first batch. The second will be out in a few minutes, and I'm working on the whipped cream."
Shego smirked. "I know a good way to kill time."
Her hands left his shoulders and he faced a split second of confusion as Shego went down to her knees in front of him. And then, her head vanished beneath the pink apron.
"Onhh..." he groaned, nearly doubling over as the warmth of her lips met the tip of his arousal. Blood raced through him again, re-igniting the fire that had so altered his specific plans for the day.
He continued whipping the cream in the mixing bowl as he watched the motions of the pink apron that concealed Shego's head. Somehow the sensations were entirely different since he couldn't see her face, even though he knew exactly what was going on.
Her lips moved up and down the side of his erection, like velvet sliding against velvet, but then she would pause to suckle the hot flesh. And just when he didn't think he could take it anymore, she moved around to the other side to repeat the action there. One of her hands was behind him, wrapped around his hips and fingers digging into his rear, while her other hand was sliding up and down his inner thighs, coming close to the source of heat but never quite reaching it.
Some whipped cream flicked out of the bowl and landed on the baking tray atop the stove. Drakken adjusted his stance to be sturdier as he continued in his task, trying to restrain his grunts and groans. Her hand finally did find his scrotum, which she massaged gently in between running her hand up and down his thighs. And then he gasped anew when her lips parted over his tip and the warmth of her mouth slid over his girth.
"Shego..." he gasped breathlessly, finally giving up on the whipped cream. The bowl hit the counter a little too hard and spun for a moment before coming to rest as he held onto the edge of the countertop, struggling not to thrust forward. He looked down and watched the painfully slow back and forth of her head beneath the apron, the warm and wet sensations he felt matching the movements he saw.
It took all of his self-control to keep his hips still atop his trembling legs as her mouth slid further and further with each cautious stroke. The hand that had been previously between his thighs was now flat on the front of his hip, putting slight pressure against his urge to thrust forward. He knew she wouldn't like that anymore than he would. It helped him focus as her lips finally slid all the way down, his tip pressing against the warmth at the back of her throat. He held stock still as she began to suck, while her tongue teased the length of him as she drew back slowly. And then suddenly, he felt his release would be too soon.
"Sh-Shego, stop! Nyrrghhh!" He grunted painfully as he struggled to hold still, though he knew his hips still moved–how much, he wasn't sure. He was aware of Shego's lips still surrounding at least his tip, while both of her hands were now pushing back against his hips as the blinding heat of his climax fought against his control.
The oven timer went off, signaling the second batch of shortcakes were ready, and the moment Shego's lips left him he sank to his knees and leaned against the oven, eyes closed against the sensations racing through him. He still felt the blinding pleasure, but also the absence of Shego encompassing him, and it was a confused rainbow in his mind as he blinked back into focus to see Shego standing up next to him.
"Move, so I can get these out," she said, her voice quiet and pleasant.
He shifted away from the oven door as she grabbed potholders, and he peered up at her and willed his vision into focus. She turned off the oven and opened the door to pull out the baking tray.
"Shego... I think you got a little whipped cream, on your..." He pointed to his own cheek to show where a speck of white adorned hers, but her face flushed darker as she wiped the speck away and licked it, and he suddenly understood why there was no mess beneath his apron to clean. His face colored to match hers as he fully comprehended what she'd done.
Shego averted her eyes for a moment, but then glanced back with a shy smirk.
"Little salty," she quietly answered the question he hadn't thought to ask, and his heart raced as she set the baking tray down atop the stove and closed the oven. As she set the potholders down, he frowned.
"Take your pants off," he demanded.
Her brow rose. "What?"
"It's your birthday," he said, rising up to his knees and discovering his legs were still shaking. Beneath the apron, despite the powerful climax, he discovered he still wasn't fully satisfied.
"Oh, I enjoyed that," she assured him with a smirk.
Drakken undid the button and zipper of her jeans for her, and when she joined him in tugging the garment down he finally rose to his feet. He thought a moment.
"Glad you enjoyed the snack..." he muttered, glancing around the kitchen until an idea struck him. He looked back at Shego, who had pushed out of her shoes and was just stepping out of her pants and underwear. He grinned deviously and scooped her up in his arms.
He crossed the room to the dining table and with his heel kicked back his chair at its head. He set her on the cloth-covered surface and then with his hands gently pushing her shoulders she understood to lay down. Her confused and slightly uncertain eyes became bright with excitement as she figured it out, and once she was settled he sat down in his chair and scooted forward into place.
"...But I get to feast," he finished, staring at the green treasure before him as she spread her legs wide and set her ankles atop his shoulders. He glanced up and watched her settle back on the table, a delighted smile on her face and her hands crossed over her middle, ready for whatever he would do. He grinned and looped his hands over her thighs as he brought his face down.
Shego writhed freely under the touch of his tongue and lips, and he delighted in teasing her slowly, the glistening wet results proof of his skill if her moans and cries weren't indication enough. He thrilled in bringing her near to ecstasy and then slowing down, kissing and massaging her thighs instead as she peered at him in mild annoyance.
Sweat was beginning to dampen her brow as he prolonged the arousing touches, and at one point she sat up just enough to pull her shirt off and followed it quickly with her strapless bra. Her stunning form only reminded him that he himself was already ready to go again, but then Shego surprised him by sliding one foot down into his lap and pressing against the firm length beneath the pink apron.
He looked up to grin at her before resuming the deliberate attentions of his tongue. He had moved his fingers to massage the sensitive flesh just below where his lips were occupied, eliciting more moans from her as his fingers became slick from her arousal.
"I think..." Shego breathed, "it's time you lost the apron."
Drakken took a deep breath as he licked his lips and stood from the chair. He reached behind him but paused as Shego set her foot on his chest.
"Wait, I'll do it," she said. "Turn around."
Drakken's brow rose as he turned, but he understood a moment later as he felt Shego's toes pull at the apron's ties, and he waited until they fluttered down to his sides before lifting the garment from around his neck. Shego's feet running over his rear gave him a jolt of surprise, but when he turned back around she was grinning with contentment.
He grabbed her ankles and set them up on his shoulders, his arms wrapping around her thighs. And then finally, blessedly, he pushed within her.
"Oh...Drakken," she sighed, and he reached out for her hand the instant she stretched hers toward him.
The sounds in the kitchen diminished to the rhythm of their union and their soft, gasping breaths as they stared at one another. Drakken still hugged her legs to his chest with one arm, while the thumb of his other hand rubbed the back of hers while she gripped his fingers tightly. After a few minutes, he was surprised to see her wince.
"Okay?" he asked worriedly.
"My back hurts... Wait," she said, and Drakken let go of her legs as she made to move. He took a step back in surprise as she turned over to lay on her middle, dragging his chair forward with her foot to set her knees upon. She leaned down on her elbows, tossing her hair as she turned back to grin at him.
Drakken swallowed anxiously. They had never tried that position before. He rubbed her hips for a few moments before gently pushing back in, and was startled suddenly as she pushed back in response, swiveling her hips. His groan was indecent as his vision swam from the sensation, and a moment later they were moving together, his fingers kneading her flesh as the force of his thrusts increased.
"Mmmh..." a sigh from Shego's lips brought his focus back to where she lay her head down on her fists, and he slowed his hips to a near halt as he folded his body down over hers.
"Shego..." he murmured as he set his arms down on either side of hers, and then she craned her neck back to meet his lips in a kiss. He cupped her cheek as their kissing grew into a frenzy, while their hips relaxed to a sensual slowness.
"Maybe..." Shego said breathlessly, speaking into his mouth between kisses, "we should take this back to bed."
"Are you all right? I...I'm not hurting you?" Drakken asked anxiously, worried he'd been too forceful in the new, enticing position.
Shego smirked. "No, you're wonderful. But this is still a table."
Drakken grimaced lightly before giving her another kiss and slowly unfolding from where he covered her. When she turned over and sat up, he embraced her hurriedly and their lips met again as her arms wrapped tightly around his middle. When she leaned back to set her forehead against his, he ran his hands up her back and couldn't help but worry again, wondering how he'd have felt if he'd been the one laying on the table.
"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked.
She grinned and pressed her hips into his when she slid off the table and onto her feet.
"Mmhm. Just let me grab my clothes... You get the strawberry shortcake."
Drakken's brow rose, and Shego smirked.