"Keep that up, and this pie isn't gonna get made," she hushed. His other arm slid down to join its partner, pressing against the scoop of her hip and pulling her back into him more snugly. He continued to kiss her neck, letting out a low chuckle.

"Better now than before the pie's in the oven and we set it to burn," he murmured. She chuckled low, nuzzling back against him. Her palms took to leaning most of her weight on the counter.

"So this is probably a bad time to tell you I discovered something new about myself this morning—?"

"If it's not life-threatening, it can wait," he said, the hand that had been at her hip pulling up her skirt, the fabric thin and delicately gliding against his skin as he sought out the skin beneath. The thrill of being found made every nerve hypersensitive, as was made very clear by the very pronounced weight pressing against her back. A deft smirk tugged into Claire's cheek as she swayed on her feet, adjusting her balance a bit to compensate.

"Someone's full of good ideas this mornin'," she teased low. She flicked a glance up at the clock over the microwave, then down the hallway as his hand skimmed over her underwear and then past the elastic. Claire held her breath, her back arching a little deeper.

"I get them sometimes," he said against her ear, nipping at the lobe. "Gotta seize the opportunities as they arise."

Finally closing her eyes, she was fully aware of just how much her heart had picked up. Was it the best of ideas? Probably not, but instincts or wishful thinking - whatever it was, it was telling her no one else was even remotely around. Jesse was still sleeping - she could feel it. Though she wished he was there with them (a thought that rarely left her mind in the last few days) missing him was exhausting. Claire just wanted to feel good for a little while.

"So what're you waitin' for?" she said in a gritty whisper. He chuckled in response, kissing the spot just behind her ear.

"Yes, ma'am," he rumbled out, the tips of two fingers sliding down between her legs. He dipped them into her, pressing in deep and up, then pulled them out and ghosted over her clit in small, tight circles. The hand still around her waist moved up, cupping her clothed breast and kneading it. Claire's lips fell apart in a staggered breath, her eyes clenched lightly at the fire under his fingertips. Her own tensed on the counter top, grasping for purchase.

"Gotta keep quiet," he whispered against her ear hotly, rocking his hips into her as he kept up the fast pace. "Don't wanna wake anyone else. But it feels good, hmm?" She nodded quickly, tucking her bottom lip under her teeth and baring down. Little sparks of pleasure already tightened the muscles of her thighs and kept her breaths in longer. One hitched and caught a whine in the back of her throat. In a matter of seconds, her body temperature seemed to have spiked. The image of him pulling at the material of her shirt until it ripped off her shoulder suddenly flashed behind her eyes, which fueled another jarred breath and almost drove her over the edge right there.

"Yeah, that's it," he encouraged, his voice nearly a growl as his fingers thrust into her again, pumping hard and fast. The hand on her breast moved up, past her collar and in to grip the naked flesh, his lips, teeth, and tongue mapping a trail down her neck. "That's my girl. You gonna come for me?"

Claire let go of her lip just long enough to gasp desperately, his voice adding edges to every sensation taking her over. Her nod was more of a twitch - barely controlled as she skirted the edge, feeling it burn in her thighs and deepen the bow in her spine. Each strangled breath held a little pinch of her voice, until shaking, her weight faltered on the counter and she came with a rasped version of his name. Letting go of the counter, her hand quickly covered her mouth, catching the pitched cries that followed. His hand left her breast, tipping her head back and pulling her hand away in order to claim her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. He continued to thrust his fingers through it until she finally started to sag, then he pulled back, holding her up with strong, steady arms. Good thing, since her knees felt a bit like jello.

"Not done, are you?" she was able to breathe and chuckle at the same time, rolling her hips back flush against him. He kissed her again, softer the second time.

"I can wait until later. Those apples'll go brown if you don't deal with 'em soon."

"Jess," he said hoarsely. "Please..."

His mouth working lower to Ben's collarbone, Jesse slid a hand up to his chest. "I love you, I love you so much," he murmured against his skin. "I want you to know that every second, to never doubt it."

"Show me," Ben said against his temple. "Don't just tell me." Wanna hear it I do every day every time you open your mouth I wanna hear it, but I need you so much—His free hand crossed between them, pushing right past the waistband of his pants and underwear.

Jesse took a sharp breath but pulled away, dropping to his knees. He'd show him, with everything he had. He kissed down Ben's torso, hooking his boxers and sweats down to free his cock.

Ben looked down at him, jaw slack and eyes a little glazed, his hands coming up to stroke through Jesse's hair. Just beneath the jumble of words half-formed in the other man's mind, Jesse could feel the smallest spark of desperation. He stroked Ben lightly before tightening his grip and circling his lips around the head of Ben's cock.

Ben's breath hitched and his hips lifted as his head tipped back. Yes yes yes god yes god yes god yes please please please fuck— Jesse immediately drove down deeper, his hand twisting. He wanted him to feel good, to make him know how much Jesse needed and loved him. Ben immediately let out a helpless moan, his hands twisting tight into Jesse's hair, all the way down to his scalp. His hips canted up again, rocking up into each drop down. Fuck yes god so hot so wet—

"Fuck, your mouth," Ben rasped. "Jess, I—" can't can't won't last please don't stop fuck yes please take me take me take me "—oh fuck."

Pulling away, Jesse yanked down Ben's sleeping pants and boxers, pulling them from his feet. "Get back," Jesse said, pulling his own pants off. Ben leaned back on the bed, bringing his feet up onto the edge to push himself back even further, then leaving his knees up and open as he stared hungrily upward. His cock gave a needy twitch, and his hands tightened in the sheets.

Fuck, don't touch it, you're too close,he told himself. Grabbing the lube from the side drawer, Jesse didn't say a word as he moved between Ben's legs, slowly working a slick finger inside him as he leaned down and kissed his chest.

"Fuck," Ben gasped out again, one hand lifting into Jesse's hair again. "Don't be slow." Little bit of pain hurts pulls me back a little keeps me alive wanna feel you.Concern flitted over Jesse's expression, but he pressed in another finger.

If this...mind-reading thing helped him do what Ben and Claire wanted, then maybe it wasn't so bad.

It was just as intense, just as heady as when the thoughts came from the Nephilim. The only thing missing was that deep, pulsing emotional sensation; instead, it buzzed on the edge of his periphery, muted and almost nothing. He didn't work at Ben long before pulling his hand back and settling at his entrance. He hovered over Ben, looking straight into his eyes. "I love you."

Ben lifted one hand up to his face, stroking against his cheek before sliding behind his neck to pull him down for a kiss. Love you love you love you love you love you— He slid one ankle up behind Jesse's knee. Please please please...

Even in his head the words sent a thrill through him, and Jesse's hips rocked forward, a little harder than he intended. Ben's moan was muffled against his mouth as the thrust jarred him a half-inch up the bed. Fuckyesfinally god yes yes yes love you love you fuck me into the mattress take me make me yours.His hands moved to Jesse's back, gripping his shoulders hard as he lifted into the thrust. With a groan, Jesse fisted Ben's hair, thrusting harder, deeper, trying to take all of him.

Ben broke the kiss with a cry as he hit the deep, perfect spot, his eyes nearly rolling as he pushed back hard.

"Oh fuck, Jess, Jess, Jesse." His voice started to escalate, and beneath the sudden onslaught of Ben's mental praise, Jesse could feel the sudden focus of four other minds turning toward him. He forced it back even as he felt his face grow warm. This was just him and Ben, no one else allowed.

"That's it, that's it," he growled, hoping to drown out the crowding in his head. "So fucking perfect. Wanna feel you, Ben; wanna feel you come."

Oh fuck yes fuck yes yes yes please just touch it fucking please please please

[ Master? ]

Ben's hands moved down his back and grabbed his hips hard, trying to make him press in harder, then suddenly moving his fingertips inward down the cleft of his ass. It was like whiplash, being torn between two places at once, but Jesse knew which one he preferred.

[ GO AWAY! ]

He drove his mouth against Ben's again, reaching between them to grab his cock. The four points of focus blinked off the radar and Ben cried out beneath him, the muted sensation dancing on his outer edge flaring like a flash in a pan, just as Ben pressed in a finger and hooked it up hard. Jesse's cry hitched, his hips snapping hard against Ben, again and again.

"Love you love you love you," he panted like a mantra. Ben tipped his head back against Jesse's grip as he spilled over, moaning and gasping out wantonly as the words mashed into useless nonsense. On the crest of it he opened his eyes and looked up into Jesse's, his pupils blown to the rim.

Always yours always so fucking blue I wanna drown in them love you so much.

His chest swelling near bursting — his feelings, his alone — Jesse took Ben's mouth as he came, drowning out his own cry. Ben's one free arm circled around his back, holding on tight as they rocked against each other, perfectly synced. When the last of it ebbed, Ben pulled his fingers free, dragging them across the blanket before adjusting his grip so both arms were around his hips. He hugged Jesse with an almost bruising strength, face buried in his neck.

Breathing deeply, Jesse kissed his temple. Ben's mind was a tumble of love and contentment, turning into a sweet background noise. "That better?" he whispered.

"Didn't have to show me that way, but I appreciate it," Ben mumbled against his neck, but Jesse could feel him grinning. How are you so perfect so everything I need love you so much can't live without you,came the tumbling addendum.

Jesse chuckled. "Just comes naturally to me."

Ben moved his hands down to his ass, then slid his palms all the way to his shoulders, then doubled back. Just touching him filled his mind with pleasure-colored words and phrases. Jesse groaned.

"Y'know, we should be getting up." I've got four people to chat with.

Ben tightened his arms around him. "Nope," he said simply, nipping at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Want you want you always want you.

Jesse bit his lip. Well how could he say no to that? "Alright, just checking."