It's been what, two years now? Oops...!
Angel and Gazzy had clocked out about an hour after dinner, since the Flock had spent an exhausting six hours practicing for an air show that Max would probably talk herself out of, and Nudge silently crept down the hall. She could hear Max and Fang's shenanigans from the floor above, but she tried not to think about what her mother and father figure were doing behind that closed bedroom door, because quite frankly, it grossed her out. Sure, she understood the appeal to it, but knowing that Max and Fang were doing it made the whole ordeal feel dirty. Wrong. Bad.
And Iggy was anything but bad.
Nudge soundlessly slipped behind Iggy's wooden door, still somehow catching the attention of her lover. She swore that no sound could ever get past him within the proximity of a mile.
Iggy took Nudge's entry as a cue to tackle her onto his bed and attack her with kisses. As much as Nudge enjoyed the surprise burst of intimacy, she pushed him off of her and sat beside him, trying to get her next phrase out quickly before he over thought her actions.
"Not here," she whispered, staring into his cloudy blue eyes as if he could stare back. "Not with, y'know, going on above our heads." Iggy let out a low chuckle.
"I know a place." The blond boy stated, pushing himself into a stance. He extended his hand for Nudge graciously, as he had been polishing up on proper etiquette with Gazzy a short while ago, and Nudge courteously accepted it.
The pair practically fell out of Iggy's two story window, unfurling their wings without a moment to spare. Iggy's ivory skin and complimenting wings reflected the moonlight perfectly, making Nudge stare at him in awe as he resembled a fallen angel. Nudge's darker caramel skin did no such thing.
"Where are you taking us?" Nudge half-laughed, the pair having already been airborne for close to ten minutes.
"Do you remember the old tree house?" Iggy asked, tipping his feathers to change his angle.
"The one that you and Gazzy set on fire last summer? Yeah, I remember it." Nudge snorted. She remembered the rage on Max's face after she saw her number one makeout spot reduced to charred pieces of wood.
"Well, it may be burnt and crispy, but everything is still intact. And the bed there..." Iggy made a suggestive clicking sound with his tongue.
Nudge laughed. "You gave me the impression that you were going to fuck me against a tree or something."
Iggy's cock throbbed at her impression. Though his love interest may talk a lot, he had never heard her use such a vulgar word in a sentence, and it rolled off her tongue so casually. He loved it. "It's always an option." He replied.
Nudge considered it, but she wasn't in the mood to get dirty. At least not in the literal sense of the word.
"Not tonight." She decided, still getting undeniably aroused at the thought of Iggy's soft skin rubbing her's as he would slam into her against the coursness of the tree. The contrast would surely drive her over the edge.
One minute passed and the unmistakable scarred terrain of the previous blast zone came into view. The burnt pieces of wood that characterized the treehouse lay dead center, with the black remains of vegetation expanding a good two hundred feet around.
Iggy too knew he had arrived from the telling smell of decomposed plant matter and ash. The pair landed on the treehouse's porch with little difficulty, the soles of their shoes becoming painted in the midnight soot. Nudge walked through the front doorway, knowing that the bomb had claimed the actual door. With the walls burned black, she was experiencing the same visual handicap that Iggy had to deal with on a daily basis.
"This way." Iggy directed, placing a guiding hand on Nudge's lower back. Nudge was horribly uncoordinated without her sight, and though the treehouse wasn't large in any regard, she could not find her way to the bed without causing herself, and possibly her older flockmate, physical harm.
Iggy acknowledged Nudge's hardship and rotated her body so that she was facing him, grabbing her upper thighs so that he could hoist her off the ground. No harm would come to even a hair on his love's head if he had it his way. The darkness was surely obscure and scary to her, but it was his norm. He lived in a world of darkness, but that didn't matter, because Nudge was his light. His vision. His everything.
Iggy knew the floor plan of the tree house perfectly from memory, and even after the destructive fire, most of the walls and furniture stayed in tact. Just maybe a tad crispy is all.
Nudge felt the plushness of a mattress support her back as Iggy carefully lowered her onto the point of his destination. Without him, she was sure that she never would've made it.
"Is this what it's like to be you- this darkness?" Nudge asked sympathetically, stroking her lover's cheek. At least she thought it was his cheek.
"Visually, yes, but I don't experience what you are experiencing now. I imagine you're frightened, handicapped without the sense that you rely on the most. I felt it when they first took away my vision." Iggy answered, putting Nudge's every thought perfectly into words.
"But I have my other senses heightened, Nudge." Iggy elaborated. "They're stronger without my vision. I can hear things twice as far as the rest of the Flock, smell things as if I'm a bloodhound. I can feel things like they're magnified one hundred times over." He traced patterns on the exposed skin of Nudge's arm. The blond felt the deep caramel tone underneath his fingertips, with some of the highlights becoming apparent. He wanted to paint a portrait of his girlfriend's body in his mind.
"I feel it too, I think, like your- ministrations," his hand happened to be at the valley of her breasts, "are bolder. Better."
"I'm going to show you how to feel tonight, Nudge."
"No. No lovey dovey romance, not tonight. I need to know what sex feels like, not just making love." The mocha girl whined.
"It's always going to be making love to you, Nudge. Even if it's hard and rough, it'll always be romantic."
"Prove it. Be hard and rough with me." Nudge purred.
And how in Hell was Iggy going to say no that?
Iggy practically pounced on top of her, encompassing her lips in him. He nipped her bottom lip lightly, enough to milk a whimper out of her throat. With Nudge unable to foresee her lover's next move, she was constantly on edge, and it drove her up the walls.
Iggy wasted no time in ridding Nudge of her clothing, all but the skimpy pair of underwear she had on.
"Do I feel a thong?" He taunted, reaching around to cup her behind.
"Maybe." Nudge bit her lip. Iggy growled, twirling the lace between his fingers before dragging it down her torso. Impatient, Nudge kicked the skimpy underwear off her ankles before Iggy could finish his gesture.
"Uh uh. Don't make me tie you up." Iggy threatened in the least threatening tone Nudge had ever heard.
Hell, it only encouraged her all the more.
Grinning mischievously, she pushed all below-the-belt garments of Iggy's to his ankles.
"If you tie me up," Nudge taunted, "I won't be able to do this." With that, she lunged forward, guided by the hand she had on Iggy's lower abdomen, and pushed him onto the bed. Her hand traveled south to Iggy's erect shaft, pumping up and down a few times to start him up. Slowly, unable to rely on her eyesight as a guide, she lowered her lips to meet his tip and planted a wet kiss. Iggy bucked his hips in shock, breathing hard. Nudge took as much of him as she possibly could past her plump lips, massaging the base of him with her hand.
Iggy was lost in a state of sheer bliss, barely able to register the words slipping from Nudge's mouth in tandem with the bobbing of her head.
"Still... Want... To tie... Me... Up...?" She teased, gaining the upper hand.
Iggy, despite his position on Cloud Nine, pulled away from Nudge's heavenly lips and flipped her body so that it was under his.
"I think you leave me no choice." He smirked, kissing her neck lightly. He held her arms above her head with his left hand while fumbling for rope, string, socks– anything– to restrain her. He stumbled across a singed pillow case and settled on it. Holding it between his teeth, he ripped the pillowcase in half vertically, effectively doubling its length. He secured half around Nudge's wrists, finding the right balance of security. He wanted it to be tight enough to hold, but no to tight so as to leave marks. Once sure the binding was snug, he brought the other half of the pillow case to the headboard and tied a single knot, one that he knew would hold indefinitely.
Pleased with himself, he took a step back and ran his hands down the contours of Nudge's body, admiring his handiwork. Nudge was wriggling under her restraints, whimpering softly. Without her sight, she was unable to anticipate what was to come. However, without her hands, she was unable to control it.
And she'll be damned if that didn't make her incredibly turned on.
"Now you have no choice but to behave." Iggy chuckled, kissing Nudge softly on the lips.
"Just tell me if you want to stop. I swear I won't hurt you." He assured. Nudge had already known she was safe in his hands, but hearing him say it soothed any remaining anxiety. Being out of control was something the Flock had been conditioned to hate, to fear. After more than half of their lives was controlled by scientists, having control came as a gift. Having it taken away should've been terrifying– but Nudge was anything but afraid.
Iggy's hands traveled straight to Nudge's core, ditching all of the romantic build-up. He was pleased to feel how freaking wet she was, and let her know it. Nudge pulled helplessly on her restraints, biting her lip to hold back the moan she was stifling.
Iggy's pointer finger pulled itself away from the pool of moisture and traveled north to Nudge's small bud of nerves. Drawing tight, soft circles, he dragged Nudge deeper into a state of bliss. Nudge concealed another moan, and Iggy wouldn't stand for it.
"I want to hear you, Nudge. I want to hear you knowing that nobody else can." With that, Iggy plunged his middle finger into Nudge's tight passage. Nudge wouldn't have been able to stop the moan that ripped out of her throat if she tried.
"Oh God." Nudge panted, thrusting her hips towards Iggy's hand.
Iggy soon added a second finger, eliciting an orchestra of sounds from Nudge's throat. Her motormouth followed her to the bedroom, it seemed.
"Oh, ah, fuck yeah. Ohmigod, Iggy, feels... so... good. Don't stop. Don't stop!" She squealed, moving her hips in tandem with Iggy's hand. She felt her resolve unraveling and knew it was only moments before she would come undone.
"Iggy!" She exclaimed, her hips rising nearly half a foot off the bed. Her lungs screamed for air as she felt wave after wave of sheer pleasure hit her body. Iggy stopped moving his fingers inside of her, feeling her walls contract on them. God, he wished his fingers were his dick right about now.
Nudge took longer to recover than she had in the past, panting profusely. She was at a loss for words– an extreme rarity, until Iggy's tongue met her over-sensitized slit.
"Iggy!" She called out in a scream, tugging on the pillowcase like her life depended on it. Nudge's squeals and moans went straight to his cock, and he couldn't begin to express his thankfulness for having on sweatpants and not jeans.
"Iggy, stop, I don't think I can... I don't think I can handle any... more... Oh God! Don't stop!"
Iggy had no intention on stopping in the first place. He had promised her no lovey dovey love making, but he also intended for her to enjoy this more than she ever thought possible. He already knew her body intimately, so knowing how to make her explode was no longer a mystery. Within mere minutes, Nudge came for the second time on Iggy's face, but Iggy was still yet to be done.
"Iggy! Christ! I think I'm going to pass out if you keep it up." Nudge rationalized, catching her first break when Iggy peaked his head up to see her disheveled hair sprawled across the sheets.
"Baby, we haven't even gotten to the good part yet." Iggy stated, peeling off his sweats. His shirt followed immediately after, leaving him stark naked. Ditching the boxers may have been one of his best decisions to date.
"I'm ready." Nudge declared, spreading her legs out as wide as they could go.
Iggy said nothing as he slapped on a condom- a tedious precaution, really- and grabbed the meat of her thighs. He yanked her body to meet his in one hard, deep thrust.
"Fuck!" Nudge exclaimed, throwing her head back onto the pillow.
"All night long, baby." Iggy smirked, plowing into the mocha girl's tight passage without hesitation. Patience would not be a factor tonight. No, tonight would be all about rough, hard, passionate sex.
Nudge's walls quivered around Iggy's manhood, still not fully recovered from orgasm one, let alone the second. Her hypersensitivity magnified every sensation; Iggy's thrusts felt heavenly. It was no wonder that she fell over the edge before he had even gotten started.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I'm cumming!" Nudge gasped, struggling to catch her breath. Iggy merely picked up his pace in response, ramming into her with everything he had. He wasn't going to last much longer, and he wanted to bring her over with him. His fingers met the space between their bodies, vibrating against her overstimulated clit. Her body hummed in response, her walls contracting around his hard-on.
One more thrust into her and he was spent, erupting into the rubber barrier. The jerking of his body sent Nudge off her personal cliff for the fourth time; Nudge's eyes rolled back into her head in pleasure.
Iggy pulled out and flopped onto the bed next to his lover, his hand finding her breast as both of their bodies struggled to recover. The only sound to be heard was that of their labored breathing, in sync with one another, and the rapid heartbeats in their chests. Iggy focused on the fluttering of Nudge's heart, slowing more and more as she recuperated.
"Iggy," she whispered, her eyes still closed. Iggy's hand gave her breast a firm squeeze in response.
"Untie me."