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[tricktofalling]

Fall comes in with a suddenness that thrills Inej. She throws open the windows in their apartment and busies herself in the kind of deep cleaning she won’t do again until Spring. There’s something good about doing it, something peaceful. If she must be stuck in a birdcage, she is at least stuck in a very good one, and she can at least make the soaces she occupies her own.

When she gets to the bedroom, she clears out their closest, dumping everything on the bed so she can start sorting out her summer thibgs and give Kaz’s clothes a good airing as well. He’s been here for years now. That never really strikes her until she sees the things they’ve amassed.

Once Kaz’s suits are done, she sits surrounded by her array of clothing, sorting diligently from the middle of the bed.

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[everymonstrousthing]

He almost tells her that he doesn't care if he insults every fucking saint who's ever lived, but he bites it back at the last moment, his hips still squirming down against the press of her fingers.

"I want you to fuck me," he mumbles. "Please."

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She coos softly, sucks at the head of his cock for just a moment as she eases her fingers out of him. Then, slowly, she rises from the bed. She did warn him, after all, that she had to get up if he wanted it. She returns goes to her drawers and pulls out a pair of shorts that have a ring into which the toy will fasten, and then she picks up the toy itself, a modest but weighty thing. Smaller than Kaz's own cock but still substantial.

Once it's fit into the shorts, she returns to him. She grabs the lube and strokes it, slowly. Because it's cool and slick, she doesn't ask him to do it; there's no sensation of flesh, and she doesn't want to put him off it. Instead, she leans down and kisses his lipstick-smudged mouth.

"My lovely boy," she whispers against him. "My handsome boy."

[everymonstrousthing]

It's the same toy as they always use, and Kaz is used to the jut of it, the weight of it. He appreciates the fact that she never puts in it his mouth, never pushes him further than she knows that he can take. He leans up, pressing up into the kiss a little.

"I love you," he mumbles. "I love you so much."

[tricktofalling]

"And I you," she murmurs against his lips, and then, with a smile, pushes him back down against the bed by his forehead. She slides her fingers into his hair and holds him there, while her other hand guides the toy in.

[everymonstrousthing]

The toy starts to ease into him and Kaz groans softly, his eyes drifting close at the twin sensations of the toy and her fingers tight in her hair. He bites his lip and squirms, just a little.

[tricktofalling]

With the smear of lipstick and the dark smudge of his eyelashes against his high cheekbones, Kaz really does look a picture. Inej has known many boys in brothels that did things like this, wore skirts and dresses, and wore lipstick and rouge, but it's very different with Kaz.

She lets things settle for a moment, but then jerks her hips more aggressively. Not fast yet, but working into a rhythm with him.

[everymonstrousthing]

Kaz never visited the girls, not at the Menagerie, not at The White Rose, but he saw those boys, when he went there on business. He can imagine what he looks like, with the skirt tangled up around his waist, makeup smeared across his face. She thrusts into him harder, and he groans softly.

"Like that," he mumbles.

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"Like that," she agrees, giving him what he wants, something rough and hard but still slow for now. It's about the force of it, the control, him handing it over and her taking it from him.

She thinks, however briefly, of her arrival in Ketterdam, of the rumple of Kaz and Jesper emerging from this room to find her, their wariness in telling her a thing, as if she might find fault in it. Now, she rather relishes that Jesper was here, between her then and her now, to help Kaz unwind some of his tighter bounds.

She leans down and kisses at his neck, his jaw, scraping her teeth on his skin.

[everymonstrousthing]

He keeps his arms up over his head, though he leaves enough room for her to kiss his neck, loving the brush of her lips, the scrape of her teeth. He squirm his hips, trying to get more of the toy faster, trying to feel more thoroughly fucked.

[tricktofalling]

He squirms and moves, going for it with a meager desperation that Inej absolutely adores. She scrapes her teeth a little harder, working her hips a bit more insistently.

"That's it," she sighs. "Oh, you're lovely."