His kisses were hot on her neck, cascading over her shoulders, down her ribcage, along the alternately smooth and scarred skin of her belly. She apologized for them and he asked her why. It wasn't as if he was unmarked. Fighting corrupted souls was a hazardous job, and he'd been ripped open a fair amount of times. He was a Shinigami, but he was not immortal.
His father's death was a constant reminder of that.
Kid had finally managed to rid the scythe meister of her underwear, but didn't immediately dive for his prize. He took his time, careful as ever, moving his palms up her thighs and behind her back as he hovered over her, hips angled carefully away. He moved his hands up and down, back and forth, sometimes closing over a breast to thumb a nipple, other times grabbing her ass to give a firm squeeze.
It seemed like an infinite amount of teasing and Maka had grown impatient with him. The next time his fingertips crossed the threshold of her pelvis to skim along the tops of her thighs her legs fell open, a silent plea for him to just touch already.
He didn't bother to tease or cajole, just took the cue, a single digit seeking out tight heat. He watched her face contort, expressions morphing in rapid fashion. Consternation, confusion, desire…pleasure. The flush creeping along her body was stunning. He appreciated the rosy bloom of it, the sweat forming on her brow.
She wasn't luminous or glowing by any stretch of the imagination, contorted oddly as her hips shifted, trying to help him find just the right spot to please her. She even commented that she felt ridiculous, that it shouldn't be this difficult.
"Sex isn't always pretty, Maka," he rumbled. "But it doesn't have to be pretty if it feels right."
Kid was two fingers deep in her at this point, had her gasping and writhing on his hand with intermittent pauses for her to shake her head when she didn't appreciate a motion.
"Not there! That…itches?"
The raven hummed and crooked his fingers inside her, touch feather light and lazy.
"Better?"
"Shit, yeah…" she groaned.
The box he had pulled from the closet had long since been opened but had yet to be used. Kid figured now was as good a time as any, plucking a toy from within its confines. She had said she preferred toys, and while she was responding beautifully to his touch he wouldn't deny her something she had admitted she enjoyed.
A lovely silver bullet, batteries already inserted in its case, buzzed to life. He pressed it gingerly alongside her clit while his fingers plunged back inside her, sunk in to the last knuckle. A wicked grin overtook his face when she jerked under his hand and her inner walls rippled violently against his digits.
"Good, yeah?" he asked.
Her body was strung taut again, but he turned his head to look behind him, pleased to see her toes curling. The vibrations were still set relatively low, so he pushed the device over slightly and let it sit directly on the sensitive nub.
"Fuuuuuuuck…." Maka drawled. "Turn it up."
She sounded absolutely drunk. The woman hadn't even had an orgasm yet, but she was sinking deeper into the mattress. Strung tighter than a bowstring to near boneless in just a couple of seconds. It was absolutely fascinating to the Shinigami. He didn't even question it when she requested more power from the toy, just gave in to the request.
"Most women don't like such direct stimulation," he commented. He had met a couple who had enjoyed it, but overall it seemed women couldn't stand it.
"I—aha!—I'm not most w-women!" Maka shot back.
Very true.
She was running on instinct at this point, a leg raising to rest against Kid's hip, her own pelvis rocking upwards to seek more friction. He matched her pace and pushed the vibrator against her clit more firmly, letting her voice and the motion of her body guide him.
"More…more more more, please-I…"
The long digits inside her hadn't ceased their movements, trying to coax her closer to that edge. She was nearly there, he could feel it, could see it. Her upper body pressed back into his mattress, hands resting up near her head, fingers loosely curled in towards her palms. Her lower body was wrought with tension of the best sort, thighs contracting and relaxing, the muscles of her abdomen following suit as she chased her end.
"You're so beautiful like this, Maka. So lovely."
The moan the escaped her was nothing short of debauched and she clamped down on his fingers with a surprising amount of strength.
"Do you like it when I tell you how pretty you are, Maka?" he leaned down to murmur in her ear. "Do you like knowing that I enjoy feeling you move under me?"
"Kid, please…" she whimpered.
"Are you going to come for me, Maka? All over my hand?"
Kid's voice was still hushed, he was still bent over her to whisper filthy words in her ear. And those fingers never stopped moving. Even though he had put himself at an odd angle, he still moved that toy over her, trying to push her over the edge.
"I wanna…I'm so close…"
Her hands rose to rest flat on his chest. She didn't push him away but he leaned back just the same, taking in her furrowed brows. Frustration and desperation were both evident there, though he wasn't overly worried about it.
"What's wrong, love?"
He was circling the vibrator over her clit now, turning the speed up the tiniest bit, lips quirking at the jump in her body.
"I don't think that I can…I can't come with—with your…"
"Mmm?"
"Your fingers, I can't—fuck—I can't with you inside me!"
Maka's body still rolled against his hands as she spoke, but she turned her head away from him. She hated having to admit when she couldn't do something. She had never hated it more than she did now. It was bad enough she was a virgin, but she couldn't even get off with Kid's fingers' intrusion.
Kid, however, said nothing. He simply removed his hand and pressed it, wet fingers and all, against her hip. He turned the vibrator up once more and started drawing it down along the sides of the sensitive nerve cluster, alternating left and right as he watched her climb towards the peak of orgasm again.
"Better?"
Her eyes closed, bridge of her nose wrinkled as she scrunched it upwards in concentration. The toy hit a spot that had her grabbing desperately for the Shinigami's hand, holding it in place with surprising force.
"There, there, there!" she chanted.
The motion of her body had shifted from long-arced rocking to short, desperate thrusts. Her lips quivered, pulled back from her teeth, chest heaving and voice raising in pitch.
"You're right there, aren't you Maka? You want it riiiiight there," Kid hummed. His voice was dripping sex, unabashed pleasure coursing through his own body. She didn't see it but his hand flew to his dick (which had long since happily reanimated itself), hand clamping down on the base. It surprised him that he felt that need to prevent his own orgasm, but it also made him immeasurably happy.
"Kid…gonna…I wanna…"
"Nobody's stopping you, Maka. Come for me."
He leaned down to kiss her eyelids, along her jaw, teeth sinking into the sensitive skin between ear and throat.
Her thighs clamped shut around his hand, tighter than a vice, and she went still and quiet. The only sounds in the room were her heavily punctuated huffs of breath as she came and the buzz of the bullet against her body. She bucked and jerked a time or two, gasped once, but still she did not relinquish Kid's hand. Her orgasm seemed to last forever, the pulsing in her groin refusing to cease.
"Jesus…" he groaned. He'd never seen anything like it before.
When Maka finally released her death grip on his hand it was with a yelp and a rough shove, hips turning away to avoid any further stimulation.
The vibrator was shut off and returned to the side table before Kid bowed over her to press gentle kisses to her face.
"Was it good?" he smiled as he peered down at her.
Maka gazed up at him, eyes heavy lidded, dreamy, sleepy…a little drunk.
"So good," she slurred. "So, so good. You're good."
He huffed a laugh.
"I try."
"More?"
Kid drew his fingers through loose strands of her hair before leaning down for a kiss. She responded slowly, mouth dropping open for him, though he did nothing beyond tracing her lower lip with his tongue. He could get away with that, but anything more and she would retreat from him.
He watched her a moment more before he offered his response, arms encircling her waist to pull her closer and allow his body to press flush to hers.
"Anything you want, darling."