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They're out on a dinner date. Or, well, saying that implies theres anything special to it -- there really isn't. They're hunkered down near a small section of the caf, far enough away to not be in crowd view while being close enough to grab food whenever they want.
Nashas seated elegantly in a plain t-shirt and jorts, with Mickey parallel to her wearing nothing but what she laid out in front of him that morning; minishorts she dug out from her wardrobe and a cute little sweater that just makes him so fucking adorable.
He's sitting there, just on his phone, scrolling to try and show her something, though that's not even on her mind. The way that his face softens as he smiles, giddy at the thought of her paying attention to him, has her almost soaring.
"And, this is, uh, what i wanted to show you."
He tilts his phone back to her, seconds of stupid dog footage rolling by. Its cute. Pretty funny, really, and she cracks a grin.
"Pretty neat," she says.
Mickey smiles, all big and so cute. "I know, right? And there's, uh, theres some more here too. Lemme find it."
He pulls back to flick through some content some more, but Nasha stops him, placing her hand across the table to nudge at his phone.
"No you don't," she grins. "Put your phone to your camera, baby."
Mickey blinks, flush already squirming into his cheeks. "H-Huh?"
"Your camera," Nasha repeats. "Open it."
Mickeys shy, but he does as he's told, opening it up and tilting his screen a bit to let Nasha see. Nasha smiles.
"Point it to your legs," she directs. Mickey hesitates for a moment before complying. Nasha feels her stomach do flips as he zooms in, just a tad, on his thighs. Thankfully, sixty seven days on this ship hasn't gotten to him yet -- despite all the calories that have been tossed in the shredder, Mickeys still as plump as the day he met her. Hairs litter his inner thighs, and Nasha has to breath in deep to not overwhelm herself.
"Mick. Ride your shorts up a bit."
Mickeys ears turn a molton red. "N... Nasha," he whines, his eyes flickering to the people slowly churning in. "Theres.. theres people here."
"And? They won't see you."
"But--"
Nasha fakes sadness. "Just a tad, baby?" She asks. She can see the way emotions wedge war on his pretty little face -- contorting first to anxiety, then confliction, and finally to embrassmemt as his hand creeps to pull his shorts further up his thighs. Nasha smiles. "Good boy."
Mickey doesn't say anything, just biting his lip as he can feel her eyes staring at him. Hes nervous, sure but he isn't reluctant. Nasha feels like her mouth might be watering -- it probably is. Mickeys thighs are so chubby, and so soft, and the way they pool against his seat as her in cuteness overdrive.
But also, ridiculously fucking horny.
She sighs, stands, and crosses over to his side. She scoots so that they're skin to skin, her hand instantly spraying across his thighs, squeezing at the chub. Mickeys eyes squeeze shut as his hands go to fist uselessly at his sides, her emotions clearly rubbing off on him.
"N.. Nasha," he breathes. "No, not, not here."
"Come on, now." Her hand comes to lay just on the edge of his crotch, where she can see a cute little bulge poking out at her. "I won't let anyone see."
"But--"
"Do you trust me?"
That makes him pause, his eyes flickering up to meet hers as he bites his lip. She can still see the nervousness in his eyes, and she can't blame him -- this is probably the first time they've ever done something like this before. She lets herself pull back, just a bit, letting him pull away if he needs to.
"... yes."
Nasha grins. "Yes?"
"Yes."
She comes closer, again, knocking foreheads with him just slightly. Her hand comes to sneak against his side, rubbing circles into it. "You sure?" She asks, and when Mickey nods -- tentivially, sure, but a nod nonetheless -- she kisses at his cheek. "Good boy. Stay quiet for me now."
He goes to ask, goes to see what she means by that, before clamping his mouth shut as she prods a finger into his ass. Its still tight as ever, and even though slick is spilling onto her hand, it'll still hurt in the long run. Nasha still feels him up, though, her index rubbing circles over his hole before drawing back.
She licks her finger and slips her hand underneth his briefs once more, letting it dip, slowly, into his hole. Mickey wiggles, placing his phone down onto the table. He can't help but squirm against her, and she has to spray a hand out onto his thigh to stop him from moving around so much.
"Stay still," she murmers, before she slides her finger right in.
His ass is tight as hell. Hot, too, and as she works her finger until the knunkle, she can't help but love the way it seems to suck her inside. His walls are so warm to be inside of. Even the thought of how much she would have to stretch his tiny hole has her stomach flipping. Imagine two -- no, three fingers inside of him! It would stretch him out like crazy, and Nasha tries to keep her patience in tact.
The crowd from far away has been growing slowly bigger ever since they started this whole fiasco, and even though he knows nobodies looking at them it feels like all the eyes in the room are on them.
Nasha presses another kiss to his cheek. "No one's looking," she murmers, her eyes skittering around as she slowly fucks into him. "Just stay quiet, and stay still."
Mickey nods, and Nasha begins to dip another finger into his ass. Hes still pretty tight, and even with all that slick running down she still has to push a little to pop the second finger in. His hole flutters around her, and thank fuck for this flismy fabric for her hand to move as it pleases. She tries to contain herself-- she really does -- but seeing Mickey trying so desperately to appear like nothings the matter, even despite the fact that he clearly has a hard on, has her going insane.
She hisses out a quiet curse as she begins to pump her fingers in and out of Mickeys ass, relishing in the small sounds emitnating from him. Nobodies noticed yet, which is the goal here, but even still -- fucking into this man and curling her fingers against his gspot it feels illegal not to have some sort of attention, right?
though, who is she kidding -- Mickey is all hers.
"N--Nash," Mickey whispers, one of his hands going to tap at her twist. "Nash, N--Nasha..."
"What? Close to cumming?" She whispers into his ear, her own voice gutted and gravel. She scrapes a nail deep into his hole and and smiles as his whole body racks with shivers. "Go on. Fucking cum for me, Mickey."
"No, no, I-- I can't," he blabbers, his voice pathetically high.
"Why not, huh?"
"People..." his eyes flicker from her to the cafeteria. "People will see."
Oh, god, hes just adorable. "I told you," she says, pumping faster and faster, watching as his body locks up with restraint, "no one'll see."
"But-"
"Cum for me."
Mickeys eyes prick with tears and -- with a few more pumps of her fingers -- cums inside his pants. His dick twitches and jumps in little spurts against the fabric, and Nasha can't help the smile on her face as she feels the way his walls convulse around her fingers. She doesn't stop fucking him, though, watching as his face scrunches up more and his hips do little bucks against the air. Hearing the small little whimpers he makes -- the high pitched ones -- as he tries to not be loud as her wanting, even more, to continue forever and ever. Maybe even make him cry.
But when he turns her head to her, now lolled against her shoulder, Nasha sighs and slowly pulls out. Her hands are sticky with slick, and she wipes them on her jorts as she presses a kiss to Mickeys temple.
"Did so well," she praises. "And nobody even noticed us. Isn't that a net postive, huh?"
All Mickey can do is huff out a breathy laugh, trying to contain the shuddering breaths as he sits more upright in his chair. He looks down at his shorts, and the red in his cheeks grows impossibly redder as he notices his cum stained shorts.
"Oh, fuck," he mutters.
Nasha smiles. "Whats wrong? I think it makes you look cute."
"Shut up!"
She pecks a kiss to his cheek. "You love me ;)"