edierone:

found this in the dumpster, after a long time coming up with nothing. no idea who wrote it or what it’s about but it sure is fun huh? 

He gets there first, which is fine by him — a quick shower to wash off the day, a chance to brush his teeth and sit in silence for a few minutes, keyed up though he is. Emerging from the steam, he doesn’t want to put his all-day, used boxer briefs back on, but it seems presumptuous to just hang out, so to speak; he grabs a plush hotel robe from the hanger, ties it loosely, leans over the mirror to pluck a rogue old-man silver eyebrow hair. 

He doesn’t hear her enter — loud exhaust fan — and almost shrieks when she appears at his elbow, a platinum-haired sprite with an impish glint in her eyes and an open hand slapping down on his terry-covered ass. 

“Hey sexy!” she purrs into his ear, pulling him down with a possessive grip on the back of his neck. So that’s how it’s gonna be tonight — she’s always more eager after time apart, and especially time with her family; everything she bottles up while being Good Mom and Respectable Partner comes out of her at high pressure when he’s there to uncork it. 

He bends to her, willingly, eagerly, till his back barks a protest; he scoops her up and sets her on the marble countertop, which turns out to be the perfect height. 

He palms her breast through her thin shirt — “Naughty girl, out after curfew with no bra!” he mumbles, licking and kissing his way down her neck.

She laughs, working the robe’s sash undone so she can get at his chest. “Only gets in the way —” she shoves the thing to the floor, leaving him bare-assed and already ridiculously hard — “of what I want.” 

Christ, he loves it when she takes charge. 

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