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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]

Once upon a time, touching him would have been a good way to lose a hand, and even Inej knew that. Slapping him? Nobody would have dared. But here is this small, dangerous girl who could do anything to him, and he'd be putty in her hands. She slaps him, and it isn't hard enough to turn his head, but his pupils do dilate.

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There's something powerful in being able to touch Kaz Brekker, even now. There's something surreal and powerful in not just being able to touch him, but in being able to strike him. In being able to smear him with makeup, to have him dutifully sit as he's been told.

Inej pushes her fingers into his hair. She puts a foot on the edge of the bed, between his knees.

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He hasn't been told to move, so he doesn't, but he closes his eyes, just momentarily, at the pull of her fingers in his hair. His cock aches. He draws in a deep, settling breath, and then he opens his eyes and he looks at her again.

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"Tell me what you want," she says, voice heavy and rich. She cups the back of his neck and unbuttons the few buttons she'd done up in the first place, letting a line of soft brown skin go uninterrupted all the way down to the waistline of the comfortable lounge pants she was still wearing, the contrast of Kaz's bright white shirt brilliant against her skin.

"Tell me what you'd like, and I'll let you know what you can have."

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"I want..." For a moment, he's so overwhelmed by choices that he's not even sure he knows. "I want to put my mouth on you," he says. "Want to...touch you. Fuck you...I want..." He looks up at her through the dark smudge of his lashes. "You. I want you."

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Inej considers, and then she moves away from him for a moment. She drags her fingers out of his hair, across the line of his jaw, this lingering touch until she's too far away to reach him.

Then she turns, and goes to her drawers, pulling one open and retrieving a strap on.

"I think you can do two of those things," she says. "But I think I'll be the one doing the fucking. You're the one wearing the skirt, after all."

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He didn't think it was possible for his face to get any hotter, but there it is. He lets out a soft sound, almost a groan, and ducks his head for a moment. They play these games often -- she knows what he likes, how to get him heated under her touch. There's a comfort in knowing that about each other now.

"I am," he says. "I think you planned this."

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Inej does not confirm or deny her premeditation--after all, how often had Kaz given away his plans in all the years they've known each other? Instead, she strips off her leggings and panties and returns to the bed in only Kaz's shirt.

"Come here," she says, spreading her legs invitingly.

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For a moment, all he does is stare at her, and then he moves, achingly aware of every scrape of the gauze material of the skirt against his hard cock. His leg is good today, not bone deep, so he crawls up onto the bed, crouching between her legs. Uncharacteristically tentative, he bends, and grazes his lips against the smooth, tan skin of her belly, leaving a hint of red lipstick behind.

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She sinks her fingers into his hair, dragging him against her ski and watching the smear of lipstick against her skin. It makes her blush a little, watching him and how the makeup smears on his skin as well as hers.

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He groans softly, the sound pressed against her skin. He doesn't move his mouth lower, not yet, not until told. He just drags his lips against her skin.

"You're going to need a shower," he says.

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"You can wash me when I'm done with you," she breathes, toes curling slightly as he keeps his mouth moving against her skin. Slowly, she pushes his head down, closer to her cunt. Now that he's smeared off some of the lipstick, she knows it won't look quite as gruesome when he presses his mouth to her.

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He takes that as permission, and he lowers his mouth between her thighs, pressing against her in the way that he knows she likes. His hands stay pressed to the bed, supporting his weight, so he has to bend down to press his mouth against her, teasing the tip of his tongue over her clit, wanting her to squirm under him, wanting to assert just a little bit of power here.

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He settles into this teasing touch, and Inej groans softly. She lets him go like that for a moment, knowing he's trying to win back some of his control. Then she tugs his face down against her, pressing her hips up against his mouth.

"Do it like you mean it, Kaz."

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And that's the kind of order that he can't refuse. He goes to the task in hand properly, his mouth and tongue working against her, shifting his weight off one hand, so that he can slide it under her, cradling her ass to keep her pressed snug against his mouth.

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She sighs a little and lets the feeling of it wash through her, this glorious sensation of it, heat filling her. After a moment or two, she eases her grip on his hair, knowing that he'll keep at where he's focused, knowing he'll stay intent on the goal ahead. Like working a complicated lock, except he's learned all the tricks to unlocking her at this point.

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After another moment or two he shifts so that he's on his belly, his legs stretched out behind him, his cock pressed against the mattress, as he focuses on the task in hand. He slides a finger into her, easily with how wet she was, and starts to fuck her in time with the press of his tongue.

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This she allows, because she did say she wanted him to touch her, and she does. She groans softly and rocks to meet the press of his finger, tugging on his hair whenever she needs a slightly different angle.

Her free hand drifts to her chest, fondling on small breast, pinching and squeezing her nipple with enthusiasm.

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His cock aches and he feels weirdly exposed sprawled there between her thighs with the skirt tangled around him but he is utterly focuses on the task at hand. He eases another finger into her, keeping up a steady rhythm.

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She whines softly, clenching briefly around him as a wave of pleasure rolls through her. For a moment more, she relishes the feeling of him like that. Then she pushes his head back, gently pulls away from him entirely.

"Get on your back."

[everymonstrousthing]

It takes him a moment to rearrange himself on his back, the froth of the skirt around his hips, his mouth and chin slick with her because she hasn't told him that he can wipe his wife. He closes his eyes, breathes, tries to find his centre.

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She admires him a moment, pushing her hand up under the skirt so she can tease her fingers against him. Not really touching the way she knows he wants, but giving the barest brush of her heat.

A part of her wants his mouth again, but she worries of it being just a little too much. There's a difference between pressing him close when he's on his belly and sitting astride his face. Instead, she takes up the position he'd only just left on her, sprawled between his thighs.

She pushes the skirt up until she can get at him, and then licks him obscenely, from root to tip.

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Her mouth is hot and wet and torturous in the best wa that Kaz can imagine. He arches his back a little, just to feel his cock bump against her lips. He lifts his arms, reaching up over his head to wrap his hands around the bedframe and hold on.

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"Good boy," she breathes against his skin, wet from her tongue. She blows a soft stream of air against him, watching the way his cock twitches. Her fingers fall to his thighs, and she squeezes him gently, digging her nails in just a little.

[everymonstrousthing]

He loves the way he handles him, the slightly rough touch. He makes a sound that's almost a laugh at what he calls him, though. It's not something anyone else would ever have thought to call Kaz Brekker.