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Daffni stirred the pasta in the pot – her turn to cook for herself and her partners, as they had a little rota created and enforced by Jazie, by wonderful, wonderful Jazie – as that was all she was particularly adept at cooking. Spaghetti noodles and sauce from a jar, plus enough garlic bread to feed a small army, despite Volya’s distaste for it.
She hummed, as she did so, doing almost a little dance on the spot, though not to any particular tune.
Until a pair of arms wound around her waist.
Daffni recognised them as Blak’s immediately.
Humming softly, she leant against his chest.
“Hey, trouble,” she teased.
Blak chuckled in return, squeezing her waist and nuzzling his nose against the back of her red-and-ginger curls. “You’re calling me trouble, my darling, when we know what you get up to?”
Laughing, Daffni dropped the spoon back into the pot, covering his hands with her own. “What do I get up to?” she asked.
A tease. A tease. A tease.
A moment passed.
Two. Three.
And then Blak hummed, his face lowering and his lips pressing nibbling kisses to the back of her throat. Between those little kisses and those little nibbles, Blak murmured the words, “you’re a constant tease, my darling. How many times have you distracted me from my work?”
Daffni grinned, through she knew he could not see it.
“Me?” she said, just a tad dramatically. “I think you’re distracting me right now, babe. Aren’t I supposed to be making dinner?”
Blak squeezed her waist.
Another moment passed.
Another two. Another three.
“You’ll burn it,” teased Blak.
Daffni faked a gasp, and finally spun around, meeting Blak’s gaze with a hand upon her chest. “Traitor!”
And Blak’s fingers pinched her chin, his dark eyes bright with a mischief she recognised, recognised, recognised.
“Are you allowed to talk to me like that, darling?” asked Blak.
Amusement on his tongue.
Daffni’s lips toyed with a grin. “I can say whatever I want. I’m a free, independent woman, and I can say anything, can’t I?”
Something flashed in his gaze.
And then Blak laughed.
He really laughed.
“Knees,” he said. “On your knees, darling.”
Daffni grinned wider. “What happens if I don’t?”
Blak quirked an eyebrow, before pinching her chin once again, pulling it in closer. “Don’t act like your mouth wasn’t made for me, darling. Don’t act like you’re not begging to taste every inch of me, far more than you care about that dinner you have cooking.”
True enough, Daffni was getting wetter by the moment.
Wetter and wetter and wetter by the moment.
Fuck.
Daffni shifted on the spot, thinking over her options, whether she wanted to submit or whether she wanted to play around with him a little longer… and it became immediately obvious that Blak knew what she was thinking. His finger slid from her jawline to her throat, before his hand wrapped around her neck, pulling her into a burning kiss.
Daffni moaned into the kiss, her knees immediately weak.
And Blak stepped back, taking her with him, away from the bubbling pot. His tongue overtook hers, one hand cupping her ass, before he pulled away, having tasted of liquorice and desire.
“Knees, darling,” he murmured against her tongue.
Knees weak, Daffni obeyed.
She dropped to her knees, her mouth falling open.
Blak grinned, patted her upon the cheek, and began to undo the buttons of his tight leather trousers, already bulging and ready.
Once his trousers were pushed down enough, he reached into his briefs and pulled out his long, neat cock.
Daffni shifted closer.
And Blak placed the head of his cock upon her tongue.
Daffni could no longer control herself.
And she swallowed him whole in one go.
Blak groaned, pulling at her hair, and Daffni got to work.
“Good girl,” groaned Blak, as her lips and tongue got to work along his long, hard member. “Oh, darling, you feel fucking divine. For a mouth that’s—that’s adept at getting into trouble—you know how to use your gifts to bring heaven to us all.”
Daffni, herself, groaned against his cock…
…and that final vibration seemed to finish him off.