Koshka sat back comfortably as she savored a spoonful of the mint-and-Oreo gelato he'd bought for her. She glanced over to her left, seeing him enjoy his own treat. They'd gone to a museum opening, which ended up being drier than either of them had anticipated, so they'd left early and gone for a walk before deciding to pick up a cool treat on this surprisingly warm night. The heat wasn't even on despite the weather that could be expected at this time of the year, and she slid her feet out of her shoes before stretching her legs across the dashboard of Malcolm's car.
As she expected, her lover did not hide his admiration, and she saw a faint smile on his face as his gaze moved to her toes clad in thin black silk. His eyes made a slow journey along her ankles and shapely calves and past her knee to reveal the top of the stocking, black lace peeking from under a skirt that Koshka let slide down her leg as she shifted around on her seat.
He slowly raised his spoon to his mouth as his gaze moved back up her leg. She continued eating as if there was nothing out of the ordinary, seeing the reflection of the moon and the streetlights across the river in the water. They'd chosen a parking spot in one of the lots along the river, a bit of keep-away magic cast by her guaranteed to keep away any nosy humans who might wander too close, suddenly reminding the mundane folk that they had something to do at another location, urgently.
The car was filled with quiet music for several minutes as they finished off their gelato, Malcolm more focused on her legs than the eddying water in front of them. She set her empty container in the paper bag that the food had come in, and slid her hand to his knee, still staring out at the water. He took another spoonful of his dessert as she slid her hand up his leg by several inches. There was a slight flex of muscle, but Malcolm showed no other reaction as he finished off his treat.
Only after he discarded his container did he let her meet his gaze, and to no surprise, they were glazed over with desire. Malcolm might take pride in being a refined man, collected in his body language, but all Koshka had to do was look into his eyes to see his passion for her. She felt his hand rest on top of her own. The radio continued crooning soft classical music as they stared into one another's eyes.
Her hand slid further up his leg, now massaging his thigh, and she studied his facial expression to gauge his reaction. Would he be too stiff to be receptive anywhere besides the privacy of their homes? Malcolm had proven himself an excellent lover, but his rigidity, especially in public areas, led to a restraint she had rarely seen in any other male - mundane or magical alike. She'd hinted at trying other places outside the confines of their apartments, but he seemed reticent to the idea. Hopefully she could help him get over that...
"You're going to get me going," he spoke softly. "Maybe we should head back. I can't guarantee that I'll be able to drive safely if I'm all hot and bothered."
"Well, we're alone right now. We have all the privacy we need." She gave his thigh another squeeze before her hand slid up a bit more, now only inches from his groin. "A bed is nice, but you know what they say, variety is the spice of life." There was a touch of hopefulness in her tone.
The handsome blonde looked around the car, a hint of nervousness creasing his brow. He throbbed beneath his slacks, unable to keep that in check with her attention, not that she expected him to. "Not the most comfortable place for it. There are some hotels not too far from here. I'm sure we could find a nice one." She could almost swear she saw a glint of amusement in his eyes before he looked off thoughtfully.
"Have you ever examined a hotel room with a blue light? All the disgusting stains you find..." She gave out a shudder." I'd be much more comfortable in our own beds than in one that countless strangers have slept in. Besides, what's wrong with this car? It's a very nice car, and the backseat has plenty of room..." Her hand slid up further, now barely a centimeter away from his groin, the weight of her hand pressing the slacks around the tip of his manhood.
"It's..." he considered this for a moment, "just not what I'm accustomed to. Limited room. Risk of getting caught. I believe they write tickets for this kind of thing. Public indecency or the like." For all his talk, his desire was all too apparent.
"If a police officer comes upon us, I'll take full responsibility, mmkay?" Koshka asked with a grin, her hand now sliding over his manhood and rubbing it firmly, feeling it twitch and harden further in his pants. She moved closer, leaning against him and nibbling along his ear and neck, inhaling the scent of his cologne.
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Well. It'd been over a month now since Koshka had pulled him into her bed. Puck had been careful to maintain the identity he'd created as Malcolm, lovingly fabricating, and solidifying quirks for his human persona, but it could be difficult being so dry or stiff at times. He figured he had put up enough objection as Malcolm, and decided to let a bit of his true self slip through. He would fuck Koshka on the hood of the car, or even the roof while the car was being driven at breakneck speed by a blind person, if it came down to that. Frankly, he didn't care about the where, he just wanted the feisty demon, and it could be damned difficult to rein in his enthusiasm at times.
"Well.. you do put up a good argument. I suppose it is time we mixed things up a bit?" he replied in a display of concession. "What would you suggest then, kitten?"
She smirked at him as she continued to massage his groin, and he inhaled slowly as the hand groped him through his slacks. He shifted around in his seat, head lolling back as he looked down at her hand. She certainly knew how to use her hands... and other parts, and he let out a contented moan as she rubbed along his length. Already he felt a drop of precum welling at the tip of his cock before it was absorbed by his underwear.
"If you keep doing that, I think I might tear through my pants," he scolded lightly before she leaned over, nibbling along his jaw before her nimble fingers loosened his belt.
It did not take long for her to free him of the confines of his clothing, his manhood springing free and standing proud amidst the loose folds of fine dark wool and the snug cotton of his boxer briefs. He barely registered the sight of his own swollen organ before her head obscured the view, and he felt her lips wrap around him.
A soft gasp of delight burst from his throat as he felt her tongue massage him, hungrily swiping and swirling around the sensitive tip of his aching need. Her fingers slid down to his balls, and he lifted his hand to rest it on her hair. She lifted her head up, staring up at him as she peppered the swollen crown with kisses, and he felt an ache in his core that seemed to sear through his entire body. A month had passed, and he'd sated his lust a good amount of times, but his passion showed no signs of abating. Whatever Koshka did simply fueled his desire, and she was skilled at what she did.
A slow, shuddering breath made its way past his teeth as he felt her slowly lick up the underside of his shaft. Oh, kitten. He ached for that tongue, and even simply her breath had his flesh pulsing fiercely.
"Mmm, that's it," he urged, his fingers weaving into her hair as she started to bob up and down. His breath came in short gasps and before long, he rocked his hips along with her skillful movements. "You're incredible," he murmured, his head pressing back against the seat. When he felt himself approaching climax, he hissed a warning, but she continued on, and he came into her mouth, moaning out her name as he felt her suck him off hungrily.
