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I use a spell to hail us a taxi and keep my arm around Simon on the way back. I can tell he wants me to use a traffic spell to get us there faster, but I don't feel like explaining things to the driver. He's most definitely a Normal, and he seems like a crabby one to boot.

Dimera isn't too far, anyway, and once we're back in our flat I pull the hoodie, and with it my wings, off. "Halloween is amusing and all, but snakes I'm glad to get some of these layers off," I say.

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I breathe out a sigh when we're finally back at the flat, following Baz inside with my hands already tugging on my own costume. I pause as I see Baz peel his own off, his undershirt just a bit damp where it stretches over his back.

My fingers still, and I know I'm staring, but it's hard to stop. I think, sometimes, that I might want him too much, that it's not natural to be this horny all the time, but like so much else about myself I can't seem to help it.

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"We can probably find something on Quickflix," I mention, toeing my boots off. I pull the moth eyes headpiece off next, tossing it on the counter. Already I can feel myself relaxing now that I'm away from the scent of so many bodies, so much noise. I scrub a hand through my hair and look over at Simon, catching him watching me.

"You're going to fall asleep during the movie, aren't you?" I ask him with a fond, but teasing smile.

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"Why?" I ask, scrubbing my hands through my curls to keep them from sticking to my forehead. I could probably do with a wash, but I step forward instead, wrapping my arms around Baz's slim waist from behind. He smells good, and I tuck my nose against his pale throat.

"I'm not sleepy."

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Funny, how a simple embrace even now can still give me butterflies. I instinctively lean back against Simon, his breath sending a shiver along my neck. "No?" I ask quietly, running my palms down his arms to cover his hands with mine. "You looked in a daze."

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"No, I didn't," I say, even though he's probably right, but being in a daze isn't terribly sexy. "Mesmerized," I say, pleased with the word. I follow the line of his throat up to his ear and press a kiss beneath it. "My fit boyfriend was taking off his clothes."

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I smile to myself, chuckle low in my throat, but it almost sounds more like a happy rumble. Simon smells good, and he's so warm against my back, his mouth even warmer. "Oh really? Would you like me to continue?" I ask innocently.

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"Yeah," I answer, "But I don't want to let go of you long enough to let you do it." And I don't - I push my hands beneath his shirt to get at his skin, my mouth opening to press another, wetter kiss to his throat.

"Fuck," I mutter, already a bit hard when I pull him more firmly against me. "You make me mad."

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"Nn," I hum, pressing my arse back against Simon's cock, but subtly like I'm just shifting in his arms. I can feel the hard length of him, and snakes if I'm not there too, or swiftly on my way with his rough hands on my stomach and his mouth on my neck.

"Isn't there a spell for that?" I ask, trying to make my voice sound unaffected. Sometimes it's fun to play innocent with Simon, to tease him. It tends to get him more determinedly into whatever he's doing to me, like I really don't understand what's happening.

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"I'm not doing any spells on you," I say gruffly, nipping his ear. I'd probably blow his pants off, or something even worse. I grab the clasp on his jeans and undo it and push them down his thighs.

"Stop being coy," I tell him, for I know he's only pretending. I snake my hand down and close it around the shape of his cock in his underwear. "I know you're interested."

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Simon's hand is hot, even through the layer of cotton, and if I wasn't completely hard before, I am now. I squirm underneath his touch and sigh, keeping a smile from my face at how pushy he's already being. "I don't know, I really was looking forward to that Quickflix movie," I tell him, reaching forward to press a hand against the wall in front of me to steady myself a bit.

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I huff against his neck. I'm mostly sure he's winding me up, but I push my hand inside his underwear just in case, stroking him with a light enough touch that I feel almost cruel about it.

"You can watch it after," I say with an insistent press of my thumb to the head of his cock. My eyes are on his hand, splayed there on the wall in front of us. Snakes, if he'd let me, I'd have him right here.

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I bite my lip and tip my head back against Simon's shoulder, raising up on my toes in some effort to push my cock further into his hand. All the blood I drank before the party to combat my hunger has now surely gone straight to my cock, and maybe some to my cheeks for how flushed my face feels.

"Can I?" I ask, though I hardly know what I'm saying anymore. "Simon?"

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See, I knew he was into it.

"Yeah," I promise, "After, we can do anything you like." I stroke him in earnest, not out of design but just for the simple desire to give him pleasure, pressing kisses along every exposed inch of skin my mouth can reach.

"I don't want to think for a bit, yeah?" I ask, surprised by the tremor in my voice. I want to lose myself in something good, even if it's only for a little while. "I just want to feel you. Do you want that?"

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I let out a helpless moan when Simon starts to jerk me off, and there's no pretending now. I could give a fuck about watching movies. I tip forward instead of back, hoping Simon's mouth follows, my other hand smacking against the wall to keep myself upright.

"I want it," I tell him, a quaver in my voice exposing how much. "I want you."

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"Fuck, yes," I exhale in relief, my mouth fastened to his skin. "Merlin, I just want to be inside you. I don't want to wait," I tell him, spreading one of my hands over his on the wall. My other hand keeps pumping him, and it's a sensation I'll never grow tired of, his flesh cool but firm and smooth, blood pumping beneath my fingers as he grows harder in my hand.

"Right here, Baz."

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"Fuck, Simon, please."

Simon's plastered across my back and I wish I had a spell to disintegrate my shirt without setting myself on fire so I could feel his bare chest. But I do know one spell I've created myself for situations like this, and I don't even need my wand. I can hardly stop moaning enough to speak, but I manage to command, "Express lube!"

I reach a hand out, the tube hits my palm and I quickly curl my fingers around it so it won't fall. I flip the cap with my thumb and hold it out for Simon. "I don't need much," I tell him, too impatient for his cock to care much for stretching. As it is, with the way he's hand's moving I might just come before he's in me.

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I make a sound against his neck that I don't want to think about, it's so animal and wanting, but Baz is helping me to slick my hand and it's so much of everything that I want I'm having trouble containing myself.

I press my slick fingertips to his hole and push inside, groaning against his ear for the tightness that I know will soon abate just enough to let me in, holding me just where I need to be. "Tell me when," I say fervently. "I want you so much."

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I gasp to feel Simon's fingers push their way inside, so impatient, demanding, curling and pressing to make room for his cock, and I nearly drop to the floor from how overwhelming the mix of pressure and pleasure. I brace myself with my forearms against the wall instead of just my hands, thighs trembling and spread for him.

"Now," I tell him, not caring if it's enough. I need him in me, really in me, until he's all I feel and smell and hear. "Please, Simon. Now," I beg, as though he needs me to spur him on.

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He's still clinging tight against my fingers, but I believe him, trusting the tremor in Baz's voice as much as the grip of his body, and I nod, pulling out of him just long enough to shove my pants down and slick my cock.

I press it against the heart of him and feel it part, letting me in, and I grip his hips and shudder. "Okay?" I ask, for I'll never want to hurt him, hovering now at the brink. "Is it good?"

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Simon could spend an hour or a minute stretching me and either way I'd want him just as much. I've told him I like it, when there's an edge of pain, not real pain, but the pressure of too much, but I know he'll ask every time regardless. I try to push back against him, encouraging him to keep going, to not be afraid to fuck me. "Yes," I tell him with a shuddered exhale.

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Baz pushes back, and I gasp as my cock sinks into him, and I'm glad he's given me permission because there's nothing I can do now but move forward, sliding in until there's nowhere left to go.

"Baz," I groan, for I'll never get used to it, the way he feels around me, "Snakes, you feel good." I pull back and try to start slow, but I've got his hips in my hands in no time, pulling him back to meet my cock for every thrust.

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Simon punches a grunt out of me every time he thrusts in, stuffing me full, my body doing its best to stretch around his thick cock. He's so big there's always that moment of wondering how he's going to fit, but of course he does every time. And Crowley does it feel good. I ache because of him, for him, and I'm not quiet with my need for more.

"Simon, it's good, so good with you," I tell him, my voice coming out rough, my nerves raw and singing. "Give it to me, everything you've got."

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His voice is a wreck, that posh accent of his a mess of desperation as I fuck into him. I love it when he sounds like this, and I fuck him harder, trying to think past the pleasure to see what other noises I can get from him. "Tell me," I say, pushing him forward to change the angle, searching for that place inside of him, "I want to hear you say you like it."

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Simon positions me and I let him move me as he wants. He fucks in at a different angle and I let out a helpless cry, the sound of it embarrassingly strangled, but he's found the perfect stroke that makes even my thighs tremble. "Oh, fuck," I moan weakly, searching for other words, any at all.

"Don't just like it," I gasp out when he grips me harder, "I love it. Your hard cock fits so perfect that I feel it for hours after." I try to hold onto the wall as Simon fucks me, panting now, moaning and trying to muffle it in my bicep. "Want you to come in me."

I reach behind me with one hand to grab at Simon's hair, urging him on, holding him there. "Come inside me, fill me up and use that thing to keep it there."

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"Baz," I grit out. I'm breathless from fucking him, my thighs aching but I want more, more of those sounds he's making, more of the tight grip of his body around my cock. He tugs at my hair and I groan, normally I hate pain but like this it's always good, one more sensation in the mix. I clear my head and try to listen around my own moans, and when I realize what he wants I bury my face between his shoulder blades.

He's so filthy sometimes I can't believe it, but I like the thought of it - my come inside him, trapped there. "I will," I promise, peeling one of my hands from his hips to grab his cock, letting it slide through my fist each time I thrust forward. "I'm so close."

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Simon's head bows, I can feel his breath and mouth on my back and what isn't already trembling shivers. I return my hand to the wall to help brace myself, and when I feel his on my cock I nearly lose it. I have no doubt I'd have come untouched, but the exquisite stroke of Simon's palm and the rhythmic thrusts hitting me deep inside push me closer to the edge. Everything feels taut, poised to shatter.

"Please, Simon," I beg, gazing down at the way his hand keeps smearing my pre-come with each stroke, as I try to move with his thrusts and grind back against him. "Fuck, you've got me so hard, so--" My mouth is parted to say more, but my words break on a sharp cry as he hits that spot inside me just right, my own orgasm taking me by surprise.