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How long ago did she break in?
Ekko finds her lounging back in the salvaged clawfoot tub in his bathroom in his home. Cloud tattoos above white porcelain. Long braids swaying lazily over the edge. Bubbles rise over her folded, long legs — all bare, shining skin — alongside the steam that floods the room in a soft haze. Her clothes are scattered over the floor, tossed aside.
Did she break in a few minutes ago? A few hours?
How long ago did she settle herself here, disregarding his wishes and claiming this place as her own? And should he really be surprised, knowing that Jinx is capable of far worse than breaking and entering?
She peers at Ekko from hooded eyes, over cheeks flushed red from the heat of the bath and over gently parted lips. She was completely undisturbed by Ekko’s entrance. If anything, her lips have opened more, the corners curling into an intrigued smile.
“What are you doing here?” Ekko asks, darkening his voice, summoning the anger beneath his surprise.
Jinx stretches her arms overhead like a lounging cat, the swell of her breasts gradually rising out of the foaming water. “Waiting for you, of course,” she says with ease as she tilts her head, “Care to join me?”
“This isn’t—” Ekko does his best to look away, clenching his fist, fixating on a spot on the painted walls.
Blue walls. Always blue. What the hell was he thinking?
And how dare she be here. This was not what they agreed on. Any Firelight could have seen her sneak in, and then what would it have all been for? Whatever this is between them is over. It has to be.
“I told you to never come back. Get out.”
“Now now, Boy Savior,” Jinx drawls in mock disapproval. She’s already back to lazily lathering her body and ignoring his order. Her thin fingers wash over her shoulder and then down beneath her breasts, drawing circles, the small bubbles gliding slowly over bare chest. “Is that any way to treat a guest?”
Then the water whorls as Jinx shifts closer, on her knees now, perching her torso over the edge of the tub. Her head rests casually over her folded arm. Then she reaches out in the too-small bathroom and caresses a finger delicately over Ekko’s closed fist. He snaps it away. But Jinx hardly seems to mind, with that feline smirk and mischievous gleam never leaving her face.
“Don’t you remember all the fun we’ve had here?” She looks up at him with the hooded gaze he’s come to know all too well, the one that says she knows exactly what she wants.
“You’d join me in the tub and bend me over just like this…” On her knees, Jinx raises her hips over the surface of the water, the fluid spilling over and revealing every tantalizing curve of her hip. “And you’d grip my ass so tight and hit the right spot so perfectly.”
“And that shower head…” Above the tub, she points to the movable shower head on its flexible hose. “One time you made me use it on myself just so you could watch…”
The memories flash vivid in his mind: He was lying in the warm tub with Jinx lying back on his chest, wrapped in his arms. Both of them were still breathy, panting, delirious from their orgasms. The haze of the bathroom mist matched the mental haze he felt as Ekko lazily traced the tattoos on her chest, gliding his fingers just beyond where her tattoos ended by her breasts.
Jinx squirmed in his lap as he lazily kissed her ear, tugging it gently with his lips. Then Ekko lowered his voice to that tone that makes her toes curl.
“Take that and touch yourself,” he had commanded her and she obeyed, pliant and obedient in the way that she can only be with him.
“Such a good girl. I never want to stop hearing your moans,” he praised her as the water jet sprayed rhythmically over her most sensitive skin, her core already wound up for yet another release.
“I want to watch you writhing in pleasure,” he whispered in her ear, praising her neck with kisses and caresses as Jinx shivered from every touch.
They had already lost themselves inside of each other, but with her, it never felt like enough.
Ekko closes his mind to the memory. What Jinx fails to mention is that, on that night, she had come to him covered in gunpowder ash, scabbed bruises, and blood that wasn’t her own. She came to him limping, and he offered to run a bath for her and helped her in. “That was…”
Jinx welcomes the memory, tuning in to what happened afterwards as if she could still hear their moans echoing off the walls. “I swear, the sounds we make are louder in this room. It’s a wonder your neighbors haven’t heard us yet.”
“That was the last time I’m letting that happen.”
She rolls her eyes, not quite believing him but relenting anyway. “Fine, no bath fun.”
Jinx rises to stand, and as the bubbles slip lower and lower across her breasts, over the curve of her hips, Ekko’s eyes trail their path. She turns on the shower to quickly rinse off, keeping the braids out of the stream while the water drips down, glistening like jewels against her skin.
Ekko snaps back to his senses and Jinx smirks, with not a moment of what just happened lost on her. She could have closed the curtain at any time.
Trying to take back any semblance of control, Ekko hands her the towel that was laid out. Jinx smiles as she wipes herself dry and says, “You’re so cute when you’re pretending to be a gentleman.”
She wraps herself in the towel, thankfully covering the distractions that made it so hard to think clearly. “Just leave already,” he demands.
Instead, Jinx trails her fingers down his chest. They’re painted, delicate things. But perhaps they were never delicate. Especially not now, not with the memories of her violence lurking beneath.
And that lipstick. Always that deep purple lipstick. Ever since she first thought to wear makeup, that was the color she chose. The color of dead lavender. The color of vivid bruises.
It reminds him of the way that he keeps wanting to kiss her. Bruisingly. Violently.
Those lips quirk upward. “Is that whiskey I smell on your breath?” Those lips curve into a wicked smile. “Maybe you want this just as badly as I do.”
Yes, Ekko did have a drink earlier. Maybe three. He had gone into the Firelight store room with Scar and raided a few bottles and shot glasses so he could wind down with his friend. They sat down on one of the great tree’s branches, and lamented over their dwindling supplies and the need to build more, plan more, fight more.
“Hmph, who are we kidding? You’ve always been… eager,” Jinx says and Ekko shoots her a glare. But she’s unfazed. She keeps her voice low, as if sharing a secret. “Let’s play our game.”
“What are you talking about?” Ekko cracks even though he knows the answer, entertaining her instead of denying her outright. It’s always so hard to keep his composure around her.
“Oh, you know the one. It’s our favorite,” Jinx hums the words melodically — music for the mischief dancing in her wide, bright eyes. “It’s the one where you push me and I push you, and we see how far and how deep we can go before one of us crumbles.”
The whispered words shoot down his spine, twisting into his center, and settling into a tightness in his legs. Then, there she is. On her knees. The towel is all but forgotten as all of her skin is laid bare. Braids and tattoos rest on her shoulders, then down, down, down.
“Come on Ekko, play with me a little.” Her hands weave over the swell of his jeans, pressing, stroking. “Maybe I’ll be a good girl for you, just how you like it.” She reaches to unbutton him, and he swallows hard. “Maybe I won’t, but you like that too.”
Of course this is why she came to his room in the middle of the night, flirting and denying him of any space. At the beginning, her late night arrivals were a challenge. She was toying with his head, lording over him with the knowledge that she knew how to enter the Firelight base all along.
Then it didn’t take long for their years of turmoil and repressed emotion to come to a rolling boil. Their meetings became ruinous. On nights like this, Jinx and Ekko would feed the darkest parts of themselves to a ritual that was rough and raw and unholy.
What Ekko never told her was that he never saw their secret rendezvous as a game. Every night that they spent together meant something to him. And after every time that he held her and gripped her and heard her moaning his name, he felt more connected with the woman he thought he had lost.
And every time she still left him behind. Every time, she showed up on the battlefield the next day, guarding her precious shimmer — her precious Silco.
Now, the scars that they’ve inflicted on each other run deep and bloody. This game that they play will never have a winner.
And he can’t do this anymore.
He grips Jinx’s hand, bruisingly tight before she can try anything, and rips her to her feet. “I told you already, I’m done with this.” His words are sour as they grind through his teeth. “We’re. Done.”
Her lips open and close, quivering. What was once a bold presence that filled the room, now shrinks into a barren, fragile thing, weighed down by the force of his rejection. This is the first time he has ever managed to say no to her like this, but it doesn’t feel like a victory.
She rips her hand away and steps back, just far enough for Ekko to breathe again. Just far enough for Ekko to miss her again, with inklings of remorse crawling in the back of his head. He almost wants to take back his words — soften them until they can reach some semblance of peace — until Jinx snaps.
A defensive rage snarls through her teeth. “Get off your fucking high horse.” She shoves him until his back is against the wall, a small revenge for the way he laid his hand on her. “We both know you want this. Stop acting like fucking me is so beneath you.”
“Of course I want you, but not like—“
“Not like what?”
Not like this, with the marred edges of scars on their skin reminding him of every brutality that they’ve inflicted on each other.
Not like this, with her as a murderer that could never have a place among the community he cherishes, the one he works so hard to protect from people just like her.
Not like this, when her soft blue eyes carry pain and rage when they had once held their shared hopes and dreams instead, as well as something deeper that he once thought was love.
But Ekko doesn’t voice any of that and Jinx scoffs at the silence. “If I can’t fuck you for the fun of it, then maybe I’ll just burn this whole place down for the fun of it instead.”
“You’re threatening me?” He glowers.
“Wouldn’t be the first time, would it?”
But the threat lands nowhere. He has already considered that possibility after the other nights she’s visited. He says, “Even a maniac like you wouldn’t go that far.”
Jinx tries to remain cocky, but her face betrays her hurt from being called that name. By someone she once cherished too.
“Fine,” she hisses, “I’ll just tell all your little firebugs what we’ve been doing here. I’m sure they’d love to know how long their precious leader has been fucking their worst enemy.”
“Don’t you dare…” This was supposed to be their secret. It belongs to them and them alone. Something burns in his chest, his heart pumping with a heat fully distinct from the heat when she arrived.
“I wonder if they’d still respect you if they knew all the kinky shit you’ve done with me?” Jinx hums, knowing she’s struck a nerve, then turns for the door. “How ‘bout we go find out?”
“I said–” Blood boiling, Ekko grabs her and slams her back against the wall. “–don’t you fucking dare.” He growls, teeth bared, his face barely an inch from hers as he pins her to the wall. His hand finds its way to her throat, choking her into place.
Jinx’s bright blue eyes peer back at him with surprise and curiosity above her button nose and soft freckles and pouting lips, breathing warmly, so close to his own and– God damn it, the need to kiss her floods over his senses. He wants to collide their lips in a frantic mess, but there’s so much rage underneath his lust that he knows he could never stop with just a kiss.
Her breathing becomes labored and hitched. With hooded eyes, she bites her lower lip, tugging and slipping the soft flesh under her teeth, and at the sight, Ekko nearly loses all control right then and there. A little bit of heartbreak suddenly seems like such a small price to pay for a chance to fill this desire.
Her voice is a thick, heedy growl, rumbling under his palm, traced with dark satisfaction. “There’s the Ekko I want. He’s come out to play.” Jinx rolls her hips against him, grinding the apex of her thighs against his leg, back and forth in search of pressure and release.
Ekko slams her against the wall again. She gasps and locks of blue hair stray from her bangs and cling to her beautiful, flushed face. He resists the urge to tuck the strands behind her ear. Instead he tries to calm his heavy breathing and Jinx smirks, relishing the fact that he can barely control himself around her.
Ekko’s other hand climbs up, tracing her neck, remembering the places where he has left his marks and bruises on her. A new one will form around her neck soon enough. He loosens his grip, in part because he wants the marks of his kisses on her neck, rather than that hand shaped bruise. Then he gently grips her chin with two fingers, locking her hooded eyes towards his gaze. “This is it— Okay? One last time.”
—
A smile tugs at her lips. A laugh would bubble up too if she wasn’t already panting through her desire— the heavy, heated emotion filling her lungs. One last time, huh? She’ll see about that.
Then his kiss arrives, and Jinx gasps into his mouth at the embrace, forgetting her challenge in the softness and warmth of his lips.
Ekko has this delicious way of kissing where it is powerful and inevitable, yet even with all of that passion, there is hesitation. As if he’s holding himself back. As if there’s more to unleash if she just keeps digging deeper and deeper.
Her gasp becomes an invitation, tantalizing him further, warm breath hinting that there is still too much space between them. His hand moves to her bare hips to draw her in, pressing every inch of her closer. She groans with eagerness into his mouth as the grip on her hips becomes a tight vise of impatient fingers.
While Ekko’s other hand explores her body — kneading across her back before caressing her head and drawing her deeper into the kiss — Jinx’s fingers dig into his toned back through the thin fabric, and it suddenly feels unfair that he still has his clothes on. She tugs the fabric and he understands, pulling away long enough for her to miss their kiss, but not long enough to give her a chance to admire the perfect chest and abs that he reveals.
He returns to her, hungry for more, every inch of him now radiating with heat, searing pleasure into their bare skin. Jinx playfully licks his lips, seeking entrance so that their tongues can dance as well. Their mouths become another place to touch, to fuse, because there still isn’t enough contact between them. Never enough.
Her hand moves slowly down over the fine ridges of his abs, then slower still over the deliciously deep V shape of his hips, slipping under his waistband and down the winding trail that leads to his–
Ekko delivers a low groan and pulls her hand away. “You’re one eager little plaything, aren’t you?”
Jinx gives a light yelp when he digs his fingers into her thighs and lifts her up. She instinctively twines her arms behind his neck and pulls him between her legs. Then he places her onto the countertop — the cold of it shivering through her legs, making her giggle — and he seems more than satisfied with her reaction.
His warm hand finds its way to her shivering inner thigh, stroking over the sensitive flesh. He says, “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it my way.”
Then he is on his knees, and it is a beautiful sight — his smirking face perched perfectly between her legs, the light touch of his hair sending shivers over her thighs. His lips, his breath, his hand, all billowing heat against her core. And if this is “his way,” Jinx shouldn’t mind that one bit.
But as Ekko teases her — kissing her upper thigh and slipping one thick finger inside of her and beckoning — she finds herself irrationally frustrated, the anger like a nail grating her skin. Instead of teasing her, Ekko could be inside of her, fucking her raw into this countertop, stretching out her pussy so deliciously until she’s clawing into his back for release.
But no. He’s toying with her. He’s being gentle against parts of her that are so sensitive, while Jinx is left craving that violent side of him — that gripping, throbbing, pounding violence she deserves. That raw violence that cuts and bleeds a deep red through every other aspect of their lives and every other secret rendezvous.
She runs a hand through his coarse hair and forces him to look at her. “Ekko… I need more…” she tries to growl but it comes out as a pathetic, yearning thing.
He slips a second thick finger inside, then a third. The fullness of his fingers push deeper and faster, tugging rhythmically at the inner wall that makes her see stars.
Ekko rises, his free hand slipping behind her neck and bringing them face to face. His gaze falls to her painted mouth as he runs his thumb over her lip. “This is how you want it, yeah? Harder, faster?”
Jinx opens up and takes his finger into her mouth, sucking and pulling, urging him on just the way he likes. The unbidden hunger behind his hooded eyes is more clear than ever — so obvious how the cogs of his mind are imagining his cock inside of her mouth instead.
Ekko groans at the sight of her like this as he fingerfucks her and rasps with a smokey sweetness. “You are an insatiable, needy little slut, you know that? I want to hear you say it.”
Sometimes it’s funny, hearing him give her commands. As if she wasn’t the one who started this, as if she wasn’t the one who’s really running the show, pulling Ekko into her inescapable orbit. And so a laugh escapes her — a sly, soft song dancing in the air between them.
“Yes, sir,” Jinx says in a girly, teasing tone between her sly laughter, “I’m your needy little slut.”
His mouth quirks upward and his darkened eyes soften. An impossible smile flickers on his face. “You should do that more often.”
She’s breathless as his fingers slow down, no longer a thrust but a caress, weaving and flowing inside of her. “What? Say I’m your needy—“
“No, I mean… you should laugh like that more often. I love hearing you laugh.”
There is no God listening here, yet Ekko whispers the words like a prayer as he kisses her, capturing the song of her moans as if it were something precious that might escape.
“You’re beyond help.” She meant for it to sound taunting, but it comes out as a breathy whine, words turning to mist from the heat flaring in her core.
Then Ekko dips his face back down between her thighs. His tongue laps over her swollen lips, between every tender fold, as his fingers curve to their own rhythm inside of her.
His mouth latches onto the most sensitive part of Jinx’s entire body, and as he teases it with his tongue, it feels so delicious that her breathing slips out of control.
Her hands look for somewhere to hold onto. One clutches onto Ekko’s free hand. The other finds its way to Ekko’s cheek, grazing the side of his hair, curling against his ear.
“Don’t stop…”
He closes his eyes and gently leans his head into her touch. He becomes a warm, steadying presence in her palm. Still leaning, he opens his eyes and then she can’t stand him — this insufferable, impossible man, looking up at her with those beautiful amber eyes as if he cherishes her.
“Don’t stop don’t stop… please… fuck…” She shatters — legs tremoring, eyes rolling back, forgetting to breathe when the wave of pleasure consumes her.
Her legs are still trembling as he continues to devour her, slowly lowering her from the peak, making it last. Then he rises and embraces her by leaning his forehead against hers, both of them catching their breath and holding each other in the warmth. His lips linger so close, smelling of their heedy sex.
Then he steps away and cold air rushes in to replace where his warmth had been. “What are you…”
“I said it earlier. We’re done.” He’s picking up her clothes from where she had tossed them aside when she arrived, piling them on the counter beside her. “This was the last time.”
What begins as a shallow huff morphs into sickening laughter, rising like bile, pulling the corners of her mouth into a joyless grin — strikingly different from her laughter from before. Ekko winces from the force of it.
She stands to grip his wrist and stop him, and her words ring out painfully like metal grinding against metal, “This is a fucking joke, right?”
He can barely look at her, but the glances that he spares are tinged with poison. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Get yourself off, and then leave, right?”
Jinx’s anger starts up again, but shuts up when another laugh, dry and hollow, rises from the opposite corner of the bathroom, beyond her peripheral vision. She refuses to look, training her eyes on Ekko instead.
Because when she’s with him, there are no shrill voices or cutting laughter in the distance.
There is only him.
She wastes no time when unbuttoning the last of his clothes, giving him no chance to deny her again.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Her hand runs down his waistband, sliding to where the thick length of his cock pushes for freedom against the fabric. She frees his length and, in an instant, she’s on her knees.
Any rebuke from him is lost on Ekko’s tongue when her own tongue presses and glides from the base to the tip. The anger in his eyes falters, blinking, giving way to the electricity that sparks when her tongue meets his cock, again and again. Jinx laps up his reaction, tasting the salty sweetness of his skin, letting it fuel her.
She has never been able to take the full length of him into her mouth, but that doesn’t stop her from trying. If only to hear the way his groans of pleasure ring into her ears when she wraps her lips around the head and slides it deep into her mouth — with his moans darkening as she lightly gasps and pulls up for air, sucking on it on her way up. Then, as she bobs her head back and forth, she can watch his eyes roll back and return to her filled with carnal desire.
The madness rising in him is tinder to her fire as her lips pull at him with sweet suction, and she salivates from the thrill of it. She can’t reach the base of his cock with her mouth like this, so she grips the base and strokes it hard just how he likes.
Suddenly, Ekko grips her by the hair to pull her mouth off of him and a needle of frustration digs through her. Is he still rejecting her? To make it worse, her frustration comes out as an anxious, needy little whimper.
Meanwhile, her own hands refuse to stop stroking his cock, making sure that she can keep claiming what belongs to her.
Before she can say anything, Ekko kisses her open mouth, devouring her, making love to her lips with a taste of that lustful violence that she has been craving all along.
“Fuck, you’re incredible…” he growls into her mouth, simmering with darkness, “God, the things you make me want to do to you.”
In one moment, he is leaning down, kissing her like that, worshipping her with hungry, whispered praises.
In the next, he’s holding the back of her head, slipping his cock down her throat, thrusting with that same hesitation he has when he kisses — the kind that promises more passion and intensity if she only digs deeper.
She finds herself smiling as she realizes something: he doesn’t want to leave anymore. That smile — a wicked, feral thing — is still there when she’s gasping for air and dizzy from barely being able to breathe. The smile is still there when his cock slips fully out of her mouth, leaving a trail that reminds her of cum between his tip and her lips.
When he pulls away, his eyes are as dark as the clouds before a thunderstorm. There’s a deep rumble straining through his throat when he groans, “I can’t— fuck, you make it so fucking hard to control myself.”
“Then don’t.” She giggles at how obvious the answer is, then sticks out her tongue to lick the almost-cum off of her lips. “I want you out of control.”
“I know exactly what you want.” He chuckles and it sounds like a hungry growl. It makes her want to squirm under his grip, restless.
Then he loosens his grip and his eyes flutter with something like uncertainty. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”
She almost says, I don’t want to hurt you either, but given their lives, given who she is, that would be an empty promise.
Instead, she holds his gaze and whispers his name. “I’m not fragile, Ekko.”
Jinx traces his thighs, over the lines of corded muscle, watching something shift in his eyes. He says, “If I ever go too far, do you remember what you have to do? The word that will make me stop?”
Mercy.
Their safe word is mercy.
Jinx bites her lower lip and whispers the word to him, knowing that this small comfort is all Ekko needs to unleash himself.
Outside of this room, Ekko acts all high and mighty, believing that he’s above the debauchery that makes this city their home.
But behind these bedroom walls, behind the protection of a safe word, he is just like her: cruel and filthy and raw.
She can’t get enough of it. She needs the thrill of watching him come undone.
For the shortest of breaths, she could swear that a flash a wickedness — one so much like her own — flares in his eyes, just before Ekko tilts her lips closer and consumes her.
That promised lust — the kind he only has when he’s fucking her raw — is finally here. This is the kiss that his other kisses had promised, the one hidden behind all of his hesitation, hidden behind all the lies he tells himself when he says that he’s any different from her.
“You need to see what I see.” Ekko says as he drags Jinx back onto her feet. He bends her over the bathroom counter, the cold pressing against her chest while his large hand pins her down, face close to the mirror.
He spanks her ass, leaving his hand there to grip her, as he growls into her ear, “Look at you… Eyes glazed over with desire… All that pretty little makeup running down that pretty little face…”
Jinx looks at herself and it feels like an out of body experience. She looks raw and used, bent over the counter, with strands of hair escaping her braids. Jagged lines of mascara run down her cheek where her eyes had teared up from him fucking her throat. Her lips are swollen from use. Her cheeks are flushed pink. A line of almost-cum drips down her chin.
She looks overwhelmed as she pants through her excitement, and yet that desire for more seeps through her gaze.
He leans over her to kiss her ear, tugging it gently with his teeth as he whispers, “You’ve been begging to be fucked all day. You need this so badly, don’t you? Why don’t you beg for it some more?”
The swell of his unmistakable cock presses between her legs, so close to her entrance that if she just angled her hips to meet him, squirming just a little closer…
He spanks her hard. Hard enough that her breath locks in her throat. He spanks her again, likely leaving hand-shaped bruises all over her.
He chuckles, and the low notes sing into her ears, “You’re insatiable.”
“And you’re such a fucking tease,” she growls back, digs her fingers into the counter, “I’m done begging, just fuck me already.”
Then he spanks her again.
And again.
And again.
Jinx can barely breathe between the gasps of pain and pleasure that make her lungs flutter and her heart pound. “Say it again,” he commands as his hand slips over the flesh it just bruised, so tender that it feels electric at the slightest touch.
“Fuck…” She pants through her desire and frustration, going dizzy. “Just… fuck me… please.”
Ekko pulls her to her feet and their bodies collide into another all-consuming kiss. Jinx’s world melts into nothing but soft, hungry lips and corded muscle against her skin — nothing but Ekko’s hand caressing the nape of her neck and his tantalizing desire as he whispers into her mouth, “That’s a good girl. Such a fucking good girl with the way you beg for it.”
She trails her fingers down the ridges of his abs again. She reaches for his cock and raises one leg so he can slip inside, then he stops her and says, “Ah-ah, not yet. I have something better in mind.”
When Ekko reaches into one of the drawers and takes out a rod of purple silicone, Jinx’s heart skips a beat. Her mind flashes to the deliciously overwhelming feeling of being stretched and filled with his cock, only for that vibrator to throw her over the edge again and again and again. Imagining him taking control like that makes her mouth go dry at the thought.
Then Ekko squats down and tosses Jinx over his shoulder, carrying her away.
She feels like an upside-down sack of potatoes on his shoulder, then a laugh — bright and airy and free — rushes out of her. “Ekko!” She squeals, “Put me down! What are you doing?”
“Taking you to bed,” he says and she can physically feel the laughter in his voice.
Ekko’s private bathroom connects directly to his bedroom, and so the next thing she knows is her back being dropped onto the bed, soft blankets and pillows greeting her skin as blood rushes through her head.
In the corners of her vision, she sees the pale walls and Ekko’s perpetually-messy workbench. She sees the scratches on the salvaged bed frame, one that he has had to repair multiple times after her visits — it barely holds up to the way that he fucks her. She sees the full-body, rotating standing mirror, which is another toy in its own way.
Then he climbs onto her and the only thing she can see is him. A chiseled face with bright eyes that are sweet like honey. He’s grinning, and Jinx realizes that she’s still grinning too, and that the joy she sees on him is a reflection of her own.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers as he kisses her, tasting of sweet surrender, “Your laugh. Your smile. Always so god damn beautiful.”
“I thought you wanted me all dirty and needy. Not… whatever this is.” Jinx says breathlessly, still smiling as Ekko moves to trail kisses down her body.
He lingers at her neck, tugging at her nerves, making her toes curl. “I’ll want you when you’re bright and happy, and I’ll want you when you’re being a dirty, needy little plaything. I’ll always want you. Understand?” Jinx nods quickly, squirming under his touch. Ekko smirks with a glint of mischief in his eyes as his mouth makes a home over her breast, kissing and gently pulling at their centers. “That’s my good girl.”
In a quick motion, he grips her ass and lifts her hips up high. She is posed like a bridge, with her feet planted and her entrance lifted up, and Ekko bends down to bury his face between her legs. “Keep this here for me, okay? This is mine,” he says as he lathers his tongue over her cunt.
Moans rush from her as he swipes the full length of his tongue over her tender flesh. The pleasure makes her squirm, but to lift her hips in this bridge pose, she has to dig her feet into the bed and flex her whole lower body, which makes every swipe and tease of his tongue ripple and course through her legs.
The plea that escapes her is a quiet whimper laced with need, “Hurry up, Ekko, I need it.”
He straightens, kneeling between her legs, with every rippling muscle on full display. Then he slides the shaft of his cock over her soaked entrance, slipping the wetness over its full length, and teasing her with every inch that’s not yet inside her. The movement is a deliberate, tantalizing crawl of his cock over her clit.
“Tell me more. Tell me exactly what you want me to do with you.”
Always such a fucking tease. But Jinx is finally so close to the heated passion that she came here for, the passion that he has toyed with just outside of her grasp for so long. She’s so close that her desire spills out in a coarse, begging plea.
“Damn it, Ekko, I need you. I need your cock inside me and your hands all over me. Slap me, bite me, choke me, I don’t fucking care. Just fuck me however you want and make me into your little plaything and make me come and—“
Her groan is deep, guttural, and loud as his cock finally slips inside of her. Every inch stretches her so thoroughly, so completely as he thrusts. It sends sparks of heat into her quivering muscles as it slides in, and leaves behind the pressing need for more as it slides back out. And it’s not even going all the way in yet.
Her hips roll to meet his rhythm, closing the gap, pleading with him to bury himself all the way to the base. “Go ahead, fuck me deeper, please.”
He growls and spanks her ass, “God, I love seeing you take it so eagerly. And those moans. All those pretty little sounds you make. Fuck, you’re going to drive me insane like this.“ His hand stays on her ass, gripping it for purchase so he can pound into her in earnest — harder and harder and harder. Dark desire ripples over his features and into his groans of pleasure, not unlike the electricity that ripples through her with every thrust — it shoots through her fingers and down to her toes, it rushes through her throat, flooding the air with her moans.
Without relenting his thrusts, Ekko picks up the vibrator where he left it and Jinx’s eyes widen at the sight — there’s already so much intensity and he’s about to add more? Ekko chuckles, “You said it yourself. You want me to fuck you however I want and make you come. Isn’t that right?”
He turns on the vibrator and holds it against the most sensitive part of her body, and the toy flares out a blistering, buzzing intensity through her core. Her senses are barraged by both the fullness of his cock thrusting into her and the vibrations against her clit and it’s too much. Far too much. “F-fuck… oh god, yes…” Jinx shakes, barely able to hold her hips up anymore — but she refuses to risk separating from him so she clenches her thighs, her hips, her inner walls, and it all only intensifies the sensations in the process.
“You take me so fucking well, I know you can handle this,” the words of encouragement grit through his teeth like an animalistic growl. A bead of sweat trickles from his flexing chest, down his abs, towards their dripping union. “So perfect. I can feel you trembling. Did you know that your pussy trembles around my cock right before you come?”
She hones in on that fluttering sensation in her core and it feels so tight, so overwhelming. Then she screams as that tension rises and crashes in a wave of pleasure, sending convulsing tremors through her legs.
Ekko doesn’t stop.
He gives a deep, satisfied groan. “Yes, that’s a good girl, scream for me. But I’m not done with you. Not even close.”
Her core is still fluttering. Her legs are still shaking. Her pussy feels hot and raw to the point that it almost hurts but fuck it still feels so good. There is no sweetness in the way that she moans — only something feral and wild growing in her center and demanding release through her hoarse throat.
Jinx can’t hold her legs up anymore. Ekko notices and swings both her legs over one shoulder, with the vibrator squeezed between her thighs. He has one hand keeping the vibrator in place over her clit, while the other holds for balance on the headboard — which may break again at this rate. With her legs out of the way, his thrusts somehow feel even deeper as he angles downward and puts more weight into each thrust.
Her hands reach out, demanding something to dig into to release some of the tension that is coiling up again inside her. If Ekko were closer, Jinx would wrap her arms around him and claw her nails into his back for that sweet release, but instead she clutches a nearby pillow and buries her face into it as she moans.
He stops bracing himself so he can tear the pillow away, freeing her face. Then he cups her cheek and holds her gaze with those honeyed eyes. “Don’t hide away. I want to see that beautiful face turning red as you come. I want to hear every moan that spills from those lips. I want you.”
Then that coil of tension unfurls and bursts. She goes dizzy as hot, carnal bliss floods her senses. She feels like she can’t breathe as her lungs stutter in her chest.
He slips out of her and she would miss it if she could think straight, or if his hands weren’t already all over her body, pulling her up and capturing her moans with his lips. “Fuck… You’re incredible. I need you to see just how beautiful you are when you come.”
Ekko wastes no time. He turns off the vibrator and tosses it aside. He drags her by the hips towards the full body mirror near the bed and flips her over, onto his lap. Now Ekko is seated on the edge of the bed, with Jinx on top of him, both facing toward the mirror in front of them.
He keeps one hand around her hips and slides it down to toy with her cunt. His other arm snakes around her body, pressing her back tighter against the heat of his chest. He brings his lips to her ear and his dark whisper trails into her mind and drowns out any other thoughts. “Do you see this? You’re burning up and it’s so fucking sexy. I love watching you unravel.”
From the mirror, she can see that’s he’s right. The heat of her blood rushes to her head, flushing Jinx’s face with red and making strands of hair stick to her cheeks. Ekko kisses her ear, tugging it lightly between his teeth, and Jinx can see her own eyes growing more hazy and hooded as she leans into the kiss. Ekko slips his hand in and out of her, and Jinx can watch herself squirming at his touch, rolling herself along his chiseled body.
His other hand rises and holds her gently by the throat. Not to choke her, but to remind her that he could… and that she would let him.
She reaches for his cock and angles her hips and he lets her. As he slips back inside, a shiver trails down her spine as Ekko groans with pleasure right into her ear.
It’s starting to hurt, the pain rising to mingle with the pleasure.
But she just can’t get enough.
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With Jinx wrapped up in Ekko’s arms, she really does look beautiful like this. Then Ekko groans as Jinx insists on wrapping herself around his cock again. His sanity always seems to hang by a bare thread when she’s near, but when she’s burning up like this, bouncing on his cock, moaning his name, something feral rises up to tear that thread apart.
After holding back his orgasm for so long, the need to claim her has become a rampant thing storming through his mind. He slides his hips a bit further off the bed so that he can bury himself deeper into her with each thrust and her inner walls are impossibly hot as they take him in.
Every sound that she makes is a bright spark trailing through his head, twisting along his spine, and returning to the air through his own moans of pleasure. “Ekko… fuck… so much…” She tries to speak his name, but it sounds delirious, her voice lilting with the rhythmic motions of their bodies.
“Mmm… mer…”
Mercy? His eyes snap with recognition but he can’t stop. Not when he can feel her pussy fluttering around his cock. Not when every inch of him is on fire with the need for her.
He captures her mouth with his, hurriedly swallowing her safe word. Maybe it really is too much, maybe she is still raw from orgasming multiple times already, and maybe he’s fucking her too rough. But…
“Shh… it’s okay…” he whispers against her lips, “I know you can take it… Fuck, you feel so perfect.”
Outside these walls, they may never have a chance to truly be together. But if Ekko can’t have her in public, over a dinner table or strolling through the Lanes, then he’ll settle for having her here — moaning into the darkness where no one will find them, gasping in pleasure as they embrace these carnal moments.
His thrusts become erratic as he shatters. A wave of bristling heat rips through his body, releasing through the way his fingers claw into her hips and the husky groan that tears through his throat.
Jinx cups his cheek, guiding his mouth to stay on hers. She plays with his lips and his tongue, kissing him with her mouth open with pure want as he pumps the rest of his cum inside her. He stays bound to her, savoring every last drop of pleasure as it slips through his fingers.
Then they both fade into exhaustion, panting heavily and slowly collapsing onto the bed. They lay down with only inches between them, but after being bound for so long, the distance feels cavernous.
He holds her tired gaze, swimming in those deep blue eyes that have finally, finally softened enough to feel like the real her — the version of her beneath the violence that defines their lives, the version of her that only ever wanted to be loved but was too broken by their cruel world to allow it. He reaches a hand for her cheek — crossing the miles between them — and tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear, just as he wanted to at the beginning of the night.
“What happens now?” Ekko hates the uncertainty that trembles in his voice.
The Firelights have already discovered a plan to smuggle an unholy amount of shimmer onto an airship. Jinx will be there. And Ekko has no idea what will happen to him if he has to watch more people die by her hand. He knows he can’t save them all. And he knows he can’t save her, no matter how much the nights like this make him rage at the world, wishing that he could.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Jinx says as she closes the space between their lips.
She climbs on top of him and trails kisses down his body, before moving her head between his legs. Her deep blue eyes look up at him, needy and wanting, as she licks and pulls at the tender flesh down there, lapping him up and igniting embers on his skin.
His cock slowly hardens again and she takes it into her mouth, letting the cum drip down her chin as her head bobs up and down over him, until it’s at full length and she’s gasping for air to hold it in.
Then she straddles him. He slips in and fills her to the brim once again, making her eyes flutter and a sigh escape her lips. As Ekko rises to kiss her and hold her, rolling his hips to her rhythm, she pleads with him.
“Don’t let me go.”