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Her hand dropped between them, he felt his belt being undone and then his jeans. Kira told him to take them off, and she was quick enough to get of his lap and push her own leggings down. It made him slightly forget what he was supposed to do when his eyes fell on Kira, she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Fuck. Did that mean she wasn’t wearing any all the time? Benji felt himself growing harder just by looking at her and her very edible body. What was he doing again? Oh right, getting naked himself.

He lifted his hips, pushing down his jeans over them, lower, over his knees. He kicked off his boots, pushed down his jeans further until they were gone. His eyes fastened onto the centre between her legs and saw her hand go towards her… Benji growled in appreciation, reached forward, letting his fingers skim her skin, her hips and pulled her towards him.

Shifting, he lifted her up enough to place her on her back on the couch. He dropped on his knees next to the couch, lifting her left leg over his shoulder and pulling her towards him.

He wanted to have a taste of that, get drunk on her instead. The haze in his mind already fading, replacing it with lust and desire. He pressed his lips on the inside of her thighs, moving up until he reached her centre and flicked out his tongue in one languid stroke. “Better than rum.” He murmured going in for seconds and thirds until he had picked up a rhythm.

Benji, moved his hand, looking up from between her legs to see her writhing and moaning and he couldn’t help but grin. He slid his index finger between her wetness, pushing the one digit in and out, adding a second before he let his mouth go back to work.
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He watched her, and she realized that she liked his quiet and focused attention, however brief it may have lasted. Her fingers slid back and forth twice before he reached towards her, slipped his thumbs along her hips before curling them about her waist and pulled her back towards him. She had expected him to tug her back down onto his lap, grind her down against him. Instead he lifted her enough to turn and push her back onto the couch and hook her knee over his shoulder. Warm lips pressed against the inside of her thigh and she held her breath, eyes locked on him as he moved further. The moment his tongue made contact, her lower back arched immediately.

A shaky breath escaped her during the momentary lapse, and then he drew his tongue through and upward again, and again her back made the same sharp motion, holding when the next pass followed near immediately. He licked and nipped, she gasped and groaned, pressing the fingers of one hand into his blonde locks seeking to grip enough to ground herself.

She managed a fraction of his name that broke apart when he pressed a finger inward, then outward, then a second followed suit. Her hips twisted, trying to tip forward, seeking his thumb, his knuckle, his- ah, his tongue once more. Her grip in his hair tightened simply to hold on. Her free hand slid up along her ribs, momentarily cupped her breast and circled around the back of her own neck.

His fingers curled forward and pressed up against that point that made her knees quiver. He laxed the touch and she came down for a quick breath before he rubbed his fingertips up against the same spot again, and then again, and then again, creating sparks in her eyes. Those tips against that exquisite spot, his tongue at her clit, repeated over and over, and she moaned deep in her chest when she came, biting at her lip in an attempt to temper the sound. The thrusts slowed and she rode out the remainder of the aftershocks with slow rolls against his palm.

“I want,” she swallowed and sucked in a breath, and tugged on his hair, “I want more than your fingers inside of me.” She let her leg slide away from his shoulder and around his side, used her knees to draw him upward. “Please.” She added again, the hint of a smirk on her lips.

Her chest heaved as she drew in another half dozen breaths, and she flexed her abdomen to sit upward enough to capture his mouth, sucking greedily at his lips and licking her way passed his teeth. She murmured his name against his chin and pushed herself to the edge of the couch, intent on putting herself back on his lap if he didn’t move.
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His eyes were on her, his fingers and mouth applying the right pressure, the right movements. Her hand in his hair, holding on and her other hand wandering over her body. He decided that he could watch her like this all the time if he had a say over it. And then she came, her body shuddering around his fingers, her moan loud even if she tried to muffle it. Yes, he most definitely wanted to do this over and over to her again.

Benji slowed his movements, letting her ride out her orgasm. A tug on his hair and another request. She wanted more than just his fingers inside of her. Her leg slid away, drawing him upward for the clearest of hints she could have given him.

He couldn’t help but smile when she sat up enough to draw him in for another kiss. He responded just as greedily, hearing his name, feeling her move, his hands moved around her waist again. He lifted her closer to the edge, gently pushing her upper body down again, moving his body up on his knees enough to meet hers and slowly pushed himself inside of her. He halted his breath for a moment, enjoying the feel of sliding into her. For a moment he wondered if she had been sober, would they still have done this?

Benji started moving, in and out, slow at first but quickly picking up the pace. His hands firm around her hips, helping her body to meet his. That gorgeous body, silky skin growing slick with sweat and mixing with his.

He moved, faster, pushing, thrusting. His eyes fixated on her, watching her. Feeling her. He felt himself get closer, closer to that edge. Their groans and moans mixing, their motions in sync and he felt like letting go. Benji pushed deeper, harder, and then he came. Hard, a groan tearing from his chest and for a moment he thought he had transported them. The scene of a galaxy around them, but when he blinked it was gone and they were back in that dusty room. Must have been the alcohol.

He slowed his movements, one of his hands moving away from her hips, going to her centre, finding that bundle of nerves and started to apply pressure to make her come around him.

Giving him time to recover for another round, because his hunger for this woman was not sated. No, instead she managed to stoke the fire. And now he wanted more.

“Come for me, Kira.” He murmured, looking down at the fiery red-head currently wrapped around him.
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Trying to catch her breath seemed to be a constant within the last minutes, her body seizing control, and then the deep manner in which he kissed her. His hands circled her waist, arched her back once more to the cushions and drew her hips near completely off the edge of the couch. She watched him lift upward onto his knees and she hooked her legs around him as he pushed himself slowly into her. Her eyes rolled back and she shifted her pelvis to better facilitate the slow drag inward.

When he paused, so did she, and she drew in a steady breath to center herself.

He withdrew slowly, and then repeated the same motions several more times at equal pace. She opened her eyes to look up at him, watched him flex with each motion, and then the intensity kicked upward, drawing a sheen across his skin. Pushing her hands over her head, she tried to find a grip in the bottoms of the back cushions just for something to hold onto.

His grip tightened and were she human or other, there likely would have been faint bruising on her skin in the morning. When he moved, she moved, aligning herself to his movements, drawing, twisting, rolling her body seeking the sparks from before. She gasped when he pressed harder, moaned when he tried to push deeper, asked him for more of both.

The familiar tingling heat of orgasm pitched to life between her hipbones all over again, pooling just above her pubic bone and she felt her muscles respond, felt his body tense. His motions faltered briefly only for his grip to bite all the further. Please she breathed between her teeth. And then the pace changed again, faster, harder, quicker rebound and then he was coming and she watched the effort ripple across his chest, veins tense in his neck, the pinch between his brows. There were stars sitting in her periphery and she wanted to fall into them. His eyes were on hers when she looked up at him once more, his strokes slowed and she tipped her hips trying to follow after him, grateful when his thumb sought the work for her. His words only baited it faster, that he wanted her to follow.

She slipped her fingers around the wrist attached to his wonderful thumb, and her free hand pried his grip from her hip, dragging it up her body, and pressed his palm to her breast. She encouraged his fingers to pinch and pluck and flick at the nipple offered up. Her grip on his wrist tightened and she ground herself against him until the little sparks turned to flares. The heat expanded and every nerve lit up bright and warm as she came again, his name a prayer on her lips.

She left his hands where they were and pressed her own against her face as she huffed in deep breaths. “That’s better than ping pong.” She decided as she lifted her hands, meeting his gaze for a moment before she let her eyes skate slowly down the length of him until the point where he disappeared still pressed against her, still cradled between her legs. It gave her a good look at the jagged line beneath his navel and she resisted the urge to press palm against it to make it not there. It was him, and she appreciated him just as he was. “Though this after beer pong would have been just as fun.”
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Kira slipped her fingers around his wrist, and then guiding his none busy hand up her body towards her breast. He knew what she wanted, his thumb and index pinching the nipple that responded instantly to his ministrations. Fuck, she was gorgeous to watch as she moaned and groaned, working herself towards her orgasm with his help.

Her fingers tightened around his wrist, her hips moving against his thumb as he applied more pressure, harder strokes. His eyes were feasting on her appearance, it fuelled something inside him watching her come once more.

Benji felt it, felt her tighten around him and he grew semi hard again inside of her. He slowed his strokes, lightened up on the pressure his thumb was applying and a slow grin spread on his face when she commented that this was better than ping pong. He laughed as well, a soft rumble in the silence. He hadn’t figured that his evening would have ended in this, with her in a secret room in a secret mutant hiding place.

“Hmm, not sure you would have let me near you.” He commented thoughtfully. “I’m an asshole during beer pong.” And he was, because he would do everything in his power to win.

“I like to distract my opponent…” He still had his hand on her breast and pinched her nipple. “Especially if she’s as gorgeous as you.” Leaning forward, his hands moved behind her back and lifted her from the couch. He was growing harder again, he could feel it. He sat back, dragging her with him from the couch so she was straddling his lap. His hand moved behind her neck and pulled her in for a kiss filled with hunger.

Yeah, Benji decided, he wasn’t done with her yet. His other hand on her hip, he lifted her slightly only to lower her again. Pushing as deep inside of her as was possible.

“Or maybe you would have distracted me…” he murmured against her lips.
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He needed a ping pong table, if only for the table and tiny light balls. Paddles were unnecessary for beer pong. Perhaps she would have to purchase one in the near future to give them something else to do. Though, at the moment, she had no complaints about the lack of such a table or game to be had, she was content.

She looked up at him when he spoke, and she wondered how she might have responded to the idea of him paired with the likes of being an asshole. She had already thought that he was, though he had apologized for presenting himself as such. No filter syndrome, which allotted for undiluted honesty, really. Such as the likes the he liked to cause distraction for his opponents and he emphasized such by tweaking his fingers along the nipple he still had his hand curled against. It prompted her lower back to bow gently in response, almost involuntarily. Then a compliment, from the asshole.

He leaned forward and she pressed her eyes shut to better feel him move. That he was hardening once more was both obvious and arousing. He pushed his hands around her and drew her forward against himself. He stepped, turning them away from the couch, only to allow himself to practically fall back against it, drawing her knees against his hips and putting her above him as she had been before. She’d like to think that she liked him beneath her like that, but she already appreciated him on his knees before her as well. Likely, she would like him in a horde of positions.

The heat of his palm pressed against the nape of her neck, drawing her further forward and he immediately locked their lips, pushed his tongue about as far as she imagined he possibly could and she flexed her thighs. She buried her hands in is hair, wrapped her fingers around thick sections enough to anchor herself to him as she rolled her hips forward. His free hand pressed into the skin at her waist, lifted her slightly and then drew her back down as he tipped his pelvis further forward. The feel of him pressing so deeply within has her body shivering even as she drew herself more tightly against him.

“I would never…” she tried for her voice, the hint of a moan chasing after it as she tipped herself further forward to grind against him. “I would never dream of attempting to distract you.” She told him as she smiled. His fingers bit deeper and she lifted herself enough to nearly come off of his lap, then flexed her abdomen as she slid back down into place. She repeated the motion and set her forearms on his shoulders for leverage and balance. She leaned forward until he tipped his head back against the back of the couch.

“I’ve seen your abilities in action when you’re not distracted.” She bit back a giggle as she rotated her hips and appreciatively moaned his name. She drew one arm back from his shoulder and slipped her hand down the front of her body, sliding her thumb around the tight little nerve bundle that pushed her further all the quicker.
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Benji wasn’t buying it. She would most definitely try to distract him, just like she was doing right now. Grinding herself against him, a groan escaping from his lips and his fingers sunk deeper into her skin. Her movements, her hips lifting off of him and then coming back down… it was maddening.

He let his head fall back against the couch, looking at her as she decided the pace for now. Making it enticingly slow that he wasn’t fully focussing on her words, but they sunk in and he couldn’t help but grin.

“Not a fan of glitter and unicorns I see.” He commented as she pointed out that his abilities were not working like they should even when he wasn’t distracted. She was right though, but he had stopped apologising for it a long time ago. Sam had grown used to it, Amara laughed her ass off most of the time and… his thoughts stopped, watching her slide her hand downwards.

She was touching herself again, and fuck, this time he would let her. He was more than willing to watch her work herself to an orgasm while she was riding him. His hands shifted slightly on her hips, guiding her and fastening the pace. His own hips pushing up as she came down. He tried to drive his shaft as far inside of her as was possible, his eyes drifting towards where her hand was working her clit.

He moaned her name, urged her to go faster, while he drove deeper and harder. He felt it, felt himself going towards another orgasm. His fingers digging into her hips, he pushed, faster until he thought his heart would explode from his chest. He waited, wanting for her to go first, wanting to feel her clench around him as she came, driving him over that edge.

“Kira…” He groaned, almost a plea coming from his mouth. The scene around them, flickering from stars back to the room, to stars and back again.

He was getting closer and closer, and then one of his hands wrapped itself around her nape and pulled her towards him. His tongue delving inside of her mouth and claiming her. Kissing her with a feverish hunger that he wasn’t sure she could slake this evening. He just had to lure her back into his bed after tonight… See if she would still want him if they were sober.
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Her name in the frame of his mouth bleeding into a groan was near divine. It warmed her from the inside out and she rolled her hips tighter and quicker against his, her fingers biting friction against her sensitive skin. When his grip tightened and tilted her forward slightly on his lap, she rubbed herself harder in the wake her name sliding off his lips once more. The nails of her other hand bit into the skin of his shoulder as she used the placement for leverage to push back against his upward thrusts.

Fatigue was tickling at her bones, even as her body sought to repair and rejuvenate itself. Perhaps it made more sense to imply that the tiring was occurring in her head. She wanted him to move this way endlessly, to have him pressed so close, his fingertips pressing so firmly into her skin, have her name tumble forth again and again. But the thought to curl sweaty and sated up against him, or him around her was exceedingly appealing even as her body sought to filter the alcohol from her blood.

When the tempo and rhythm hastened, she tilted her pelvis further forward and set her hands at his waist, settled the bridge of her nose along the junction between his neck and shoulder. She let her body take over, short-circuited any thoughts that did not center directly on him and the way that she felt in the moment. There was no reason or place for any other consideration, no wayward considerations, no concern about how she was going to feel in the morning. Just now, and the sensation that her body was desperately trying to let her peak over.

The next time he uttered her name, there was a desperation to it. Then thick fingers curled incessantly around the back of her neck to draw her forward. His mouth collided with hers, his tongue pressing inward beyond her lips and teeth aggressively and she tripped over head first into orgasm. Hard. She moaned against him, her body shuddering as her motions slowed to drag it out further. There was absolutely no control to be had over the spasms her body pushed her through she had never felt her control ever before so easily plucked up out of her grasp.

“I just want to feel you.” She said as she licked a slow warm line up the side of his neck to the lobe of his ear. And when he came it was, “perfect.”

Her vision blurred the view over his shoulder, the room flickered and she fought against the sensation of drifting. “I love glitter and unicorns.” She confessed, breathy as she sought to catch it. Her body settled against his and she went lax in his arms.
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FF three days later, just after dinner.

Benji sneezed, waving at the dust flying in front of his face. He and his big mouth about how he was going to do this cleaning himself. Duster in hand he let out another sneeze as he pushed one of the clothing racks out of the way and more towards the wall. He had left the couch and table where it was, a grin spreading on his lips as he recalled what had transpired on that couch only a few days ago.

Ever since that night, he had been busting his ass off in this room and had decided to make it his permanent place. Get in a bed, move his stuff over and get in a bathroom as well. He had found another door in the room and it had led to a smaller room that could easily be made into one.

For fun, right now he had found an old maids dress, one of those Parisian ones, black dress and white apron. He was even wearing the silly white hat on his head.

He had felt like dressing the part. Dumping the duster he grabbed another rack of clothing and pushed it towards the wall. Benji stared at the open space he was creating behind the couch, figuring that his bed would fit in nicely there. That is, if he could figure out a way to get it in here.

Standing on the other side of the couch he stared at the open spot, crossing his arms in front of his chest and frowning slightly. He could always use his power for it. But with it being so crazy all the time, he wasn’t sure it would work.

Grabbing the duster again he waved it around like some sort of wand and tried to warp his bed inside the room. It ended up vertical, sticking through the floor.

“God damn it…” He muttered.
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It wasn’t avoidance, it was…caution. Sure. That was exactly what it was. She would like to blame in on the alcohol she had challenged him to drinking, but she knew that was simply not the case. The fault was her attraction to him, plain and simple as that. She wanted to say it was physical, that it had everything to do with those arms, those lips, those abs when he pulled his shirt up and over his head, the stretch. But part of her even appreciated his stupid jokes, and the honesty that his lacking filter allowed for.

He had taken time to wind her up and push her rather than just blindly fucking her to simply satisfy himself. That was something. Another point, she reasoned.

Each time over the last three days that they had crossed each other, more often in the kitchen than anywhere else, with other people present, she had offered him little more than a look or engaged in simple conversation as she had when he had sat with her and Elise.

It was probably stupid to kick it around in her head rather than going directly to him or at least telling him that she was contemplating whether they should pursue anything beyond a single night of intoxicated fun. And it had been. Fun. When she realized she was only looking at the situation from her own angle, she wondered if maybe that was all that he might want. That prompted her brain to attempt shutdown. No point trying to skip far ahead if there was nothing to consider in the first place.

She had spent almost three years with little other than her own judgement and company, so attempting to draw another person into the consideration of what she felt all of a sudden was a strange concept. The humans had spoken to her, when they chose to, let her move around the warehouse, but everything was done on their time and their discretion.

She dropped the orange peel in the garbage and popped the last slice into her mouth before she left the kitchen and made her way towards the amphitheater. Beyond the seats and to the side of the stage where she pressed against the ‘secret door’ that she could make out now that she had been there. She had left Benji passed out on the couch that night and had had to figure out how to leave on her own, which she had thankfully been sober for by that point and the ‘secret door’ was more noticeable once she had already been through it once.

It opened as it had then, a slight hitch in one of the hinges and she stepped through the opening.

The sight beyond the first rack brought her up short and had her brows puckered. He had his back to her, some black little maid dress about his ridiculously too large frame, and a bed caught somehow in the floor. A snort of laughter pushed through her nose. “Like I said, I wouldn’t dream of attempting to distract you.” She took several steps closer. “This is an interesting choice of placement.” She folded her arms. “I mean…” she moved towards the mattress and stood next to it, before she leaned back against it slightly, “you’re going to do the springs a favor.” Less impact if he slept standing up and leaning rather than actually resting on the surface.

Then she looked back at him, and remembered the dress. “Does the dress help you concentrate?”
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