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[formoftherapy]

It's a Saturday, nothing special about it.

Kite, having done all of the homework she plans on doing and unable to settle on what to do next, grabs for her phone.

She calls Tony's house. (Nothing special about that, either.)

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[formoftherapy]

Squirming, while appreciated, is a bit counterproductive.

Kite's nails dig into his hips.

[toblameforit]

Obediently, he goes still.

More or less.

[formoftherapy]

She flexes her tongue along the underside by way of reward.

[toblameforit]

In which case, she can have a heartfelt whimper for her trouble.

[formoftherapy]

What a delightful sound.


She repeats the gesture, harder, with a counterpoint of teeth.

[toblameforit]

Now it is an equally heartfelt groan!

[formoftherapy]

Kite hums in satisfaction and moves her head faster.

[toblameforit]

He whimpers again, louder. His head thumps back against the bed.

"Fuck, baby."

[formoftherapy]

Kite lifts her head with a wet pop.

"We can do that, too," she says, voice rough.

She flicks her tongue against the head of his cock.

[toblameforit]

Gasp—shudder—moan.

[formoftherapy]

"Is that a 'yes'?"

Flicker.

[toblameforit]

"Kite," he says, his voice catching in his throat.

"Do what you want with me."

(It's one of Tony's lines, all right; he said it to Sherlock the first time they had sex. With much the same intonation, too.)

[formoftherapy]

"You cannot say things like that."

She scrambles up the bed to kiss him roughly.

"One of these days, someone's going to take you at your word."

[toblameforit]

He kisses back with all of Tony's shaky, breathless, wonderfully uncomplicated enthusiasm.

[formoftherapy]

Kite does her best to get her shirt off without breaking the kiss, and meets with moderate success.

[toblameforit]

Shivering pleasantly, he runs his hands down her back.

[formoftherapy]

The shirt gets flung over the side of the bed.

She shifts up onto her knees, trying to kick out of her jeans.

[toblameforit]

Ooh, ooh, can he help? Can he can he can he?

[formoftherapy]

He most certainly can. :D

[toblameforit]

AWESOME.

(Some part of him is aware that this is not remotely going according to plan, but right now he is being Tony Stark as hard as he has ever been Sherlock Holmes. The need to get it right overrides almost everything.)

[formoftherapy]

She shifts her weight to help the process along, bracing her hands on his shoulder and the mattress.

[toblameforit]

'Helping' mostly seems to mean getting his hands all over her, but he does slide her jeans down her thighs, shivering at the feel of warm skin under his fingers.

[formoftherapy]

Kite likes his kind of help.

She kicks first one leg free and then the other. He gets a kiss for his assistance.

[toblameforit]

Kisses!

He makes a happy little sound into her mouth.

[formoftherapy]

She hums in return, reaching down to shove his pants and underwear the rest of the way off.