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Our Push and Pull

explicit 18+, Kendall / Nameless, brat taming, dirty talking, only one bed, yearning, oral, filth, dom/sub undertones, nicknames, alcohol, cigarettes, total alternate universe where it’s a tiny tiny really small town with only one hotel lolz thank you to the anon who sent this in <3<3

Kendall hung his head down low as he reluctantly staggers away from the hotel service desk after trying not to lose his shit and argue. Finding it hard to face that face that’s inevitably gonna stare right back at him, his lids stay glued to the marble swirl pattern decorating the floors and walls. The place sure looked uppity. Uppity enough. To have more than one pathetic fucking room with only one goddamn bed open.

“Hey uh, so there’s some bad news,” he starts. With about as much confidence as he had in the sixth grade. “Not worst case scenario or anything, just likely not.. ideal.”

Her eyebrows have been pinched and annoyed the last hour. They only worsen at the look on his face and the sound of his tone. “What? What bad news? Kendall I’m so fucking jet lagged here, I just need a cigarette and I need to lay down on an actual, real bed. Could you seriously not pull this one thing off for me?”

Kendall nods his head more times than necessary in a kind of sour pitiful shame, seeing how those bags under her eyes were wearing her exhaustion. Both of them were feeling more on edge this time around traveling together, but likely for completely separate reasons.

He pats his pockets and pulls out a pack of Camels, lightening the mood with a grin while he’s dangling it in front of her face like it were a donut attached to a fishing pole. She eyes him and picks the pack right out from his hands. “Hey look, I’m sorry. I just - I fucked up and didn’t book us a room in time.” He confesses. He sees her looking directly back at him expectedly yet again this time with a what no lighter?

He rolls his eyes and fishes out his Bic and points it at her. She interrupts anything he opened his mouth to say with a dismissive “let’s go outside. just tell me whatever bullshit you got for me out there.”

She doesn’t wait for him before turning to dash out of the entrance like she’s on a mission, clutching the goodies Kendall had handed to her while he hurries to try keeping up behind her. Not even ten feet from the door and she’s snatching one out, keeping it tucked on the side of her mouth. Once they both feel the brisk wind brushing their face, he’s helping to shield the gust from the flame with his palms while she lights up the tip.

Kendall allows her to take a few puffs in calm silence. The wind howled, occasionally blowing the flame off her cigarette. He wordlessly helps her ignite the flame once again, taking some hits for himself before passing it back.

His sigh pierces through the long sated quiet. “So there’s only one bed left. Big fucking party in town I guess, taking up all the rooms with beds and only left a single. I can call the car again, maybe find another hotel-“

“So, and so what? So this means we sleep together?”

Kendall knows his dick had to make a distinction. No. She wasn’t talking about fucking you. “N-Next to each other, uh yeah. Or if there’s a couch, maybe I just sleep there. Doesn’t have to be a big deal.”

Truthfully, he’d fall sleep in the fucking bathtub if she asked him to.

Seeing those eyes do a subtle roll with that same unmistakable attitude does prepare Kendall for the worst. Already scrambling to find some other foolproof plan, probably calling Fikret’s replacement back to pick them up. Get her put in her own room some place else. Even if Kendall didn’t have a pathetic crush on a mere work colleague, a co-worker that generally looked annoyed and inconvenienced to have to work with let alone be around a spoiled rich kid like him - he’s still absolutely putting her comfort at the highest rank in his priorities.

“I know you. I know how you need your own… space.” he says and fiddles with the cuff of his flashy watch.

She scoffs in response to him, desperately blowing out the fog of smoke she choked on and swallows. After a good hard cough, she spits down on the concrete and reaches in her pocket. A flask comes out. She downs a timid sip. Tucks it right back where it came from, hidden in her jacket pocket like nothing happened. He’s impressed she doesn’t even make a face as it goes down.

She sighs and rubs one of her temples. Kendall raises a brow, waiting for her to resolve her thoughts. “So like, that’s it? It isn’t some dirty basement floor room, it’s not reeking like fucking sewage or anything, it’s just a single stupid bed?”

He only conjures up a shrug in return.

She flicks the cigarette onto the street, rubbing her boot on the butt of it to kill the flame. “Okay, well, we’re adults right? We can be normal about this?”

The hesitant question is far from whatever he’d anticipated, but he couldn’t stop the flooding of nerves dropping to his stomach. We can be normal about this what?

Kendall wonders if she’s noticed him looking, peering around the corners of the office at work; going to the bathroom probably somewhere over fifty times a day spaced out just because her office is right next to the men’s.

Or maybe on the other hand she didn’t just notice it, maybe she’d felt all of it too. Maybe she mirrored the way he would wait every morning to catch the faintest glimpse of whatever she’d done with her hair that day, how she wore her clothes, hell - catch a good whiff of what perfume of the day she’d douse herself in.

Kendall’s overthinking brain only felt more scrambled the more he tried to reach. Reach for reactions that couldn’t possibly be there. It brought a lingering hit of venom, inflating his insecurities double the size of what they already were.

Feigning nonchalance, a hand going in his pockets, scratch itching in his throat.

“I mean.. yeah. I’m only down if you are.”

“And I am.”

It comes out in a patronizing tone, with her signature condescension that always gave Kendall all the wrong and inappropriate ideas on how precisely he’d put her in her fucking place if he got the chance. And a chance just fell right in his lap. Only one bed for two nights.

Shrugging with his shoulders, he gives an exasperated sigh. Feels the pounce of his heartbeat as it throbs from their ever growing tension.

“Alright. Fine, fine. After you then.”

They each share their petulant, spiteful, yet all the more daring looks towards each other as he swings the entrance door open and holds it out for her.

Kendall’s fingers are anxious to fiddle with things, nervously sliding his clammy hands down his pant thighs occasionally as they pass each room, nearly getting lost by the overwhelming maze of a hallway.

As they locate their room number and slide the key card to get inside, he feels a sort of giddy surge of oh good fucking god what am I in for? what is she thinking about right now?

Clearing his throat as she immediately tosses her bag right to the floor, letting out a long moan with a relieving murmur of finally, bed at last. She’s shaped like a starfish as she bellyflops right in the center, uncaring of any bogus tiny complimentary chocolates.

“Can have that cig in bed you were craving,” he teases. She swiftly caught the same pack from the hotel lobby as he tosses it out to her. “So you do that, I’m gonna change outta this gimp suit.”

“Aww, you’re telling me it’s false the Roys don’t actually sleep in those tailored suits?”

“Nope. Negative.”

He only sleeps in his boxers, but having so little coverage between them without hardly any space, he doesn’t know what he’d do if he woke up accidentally rubbing up against her like a slob. A disaster waiting to happen in Human Resources.

Sifting through a decent amount of pants and shirts to wear to bed, he once again feels disproportionately distracted by the fear of being seen, heard, especially felt by her. He shivers away another pointless, dirty fantasy his psyche concocts whenever he so much as looks at her.

What it would feel like…. to wrap those legs around my ears, feel that full throttle twitching that girls do when they’re cumming on my mouth. Tame that spoiled brat persona by fucking her so hard she falls right into submission -

He would absolutely smack himself to get it back to soft right now if it wouldn’t cause alarms. She’d already been in the loop of his unrelenting behavior before, knowing enough of his fucked up outlandish personality topped with a shiny gold upbringing. She didn’t need to see him try to slap his own face to cool a boner off.

Once he concentrates enough and got his sleeping clothes sorted out, it was the time to strip down and change. He had a lick of options to consider exploring: running straight to the bathroom, maybe turning the tv on for noise and distraction while in the corner casually peeling off his layers one by one. Inconspicuous. She won’t guess it’s trying to show something off for her.

He looks over at her yanking the sliding glass open to free some open air in, actively lighting up another one of his smokes.

Before he could subtly appreciate the view any longer, as quick as his next blink she’s unbuttoning the black pleated trousers and sliding them down one leg at a time, mouth occupied with taking little tokes in between.

A rush of heat dawns on him and he forgets to act immediate when turning away. Side eyeing a glimpse of her now pant-less and resting the smoke on a cup for an ash tray and going in for the buttons of her shirt.

“So you don’t sleep in your suits either,” he grins. Following her lead, unbuttoning and undoing all the clothes he has on.

“Uh, birthday suit maybe, you ever heard of them?” she laughs twice at him. It’s undeniable how fast he snapped his neck to take a look. “Oooh! So he has heard of it.”

“You can fuck right off,” he reluctantly chuckles, going back to sliding off his Tom Ford’s in a clustered pile on the floor. Be normal about this. Be normal about this.

“I’m just joshing you, here. Get on my level for a sec. Take a swig.”

This time it’s her passing something toward him, that familiar heavy flask she pulled out earlier. It would’ve been more embarrassing how quickly he snatched the cap off and threw down a few strong swallows, but he’d already felt enough mortification from some dumb naked joke.

The thick swigs went down tasting like gasoline going down, burning his throat and settling in the pit of his belly.

“Jeesh. Save some for the rest of us.”

He feels a small drip of the bronze colored liquor go down his chin as he eagerly gulped away his social anxieties. Unbeknownst to him, she studies the way the drip fell down like a tear from the corner of his mouth. It wasn’t something she’d ever be proud of admitting that she fought this growing urge to wipe it right off him.

When he puts the cap back on and hands it back to her bordering on empty, she turns off any lingering vulnerability. She’s now looking back at him, arms crossed and funnily amused.

“Yeah. Needed that re-up on the buzz to uh, hit the hay. Thanks again.”

He breathes in a ridiculously long breath. She grins as she downs the last mere spoonful he’d leftover in the flask.

“You feel better now? Just need a little pacifier full of whiskey to settle down?”

“Don’t we both.”

With a new ease in his chest, he decides to be bold. Now ditching his sleep shirt for going completely bare up top, chest hair out and all. The liquid courage stung any last second thoughts or worries away. Seeping into his bloodstream and into his choices.

She’s busied herself with flicking through all the shitty channels on one side of the bed when he strolls across the room and plants himself criss-crossed right next to her.

The cartoon angel that usually disappointingly floats over his shoulder had been put in time out since Kendall took a drink. Replacing it with the cheeky cartoonish demonic side, the one that lacked any subtlety or manners.

His curiosity seemed to be fighting to win over the best of him while his fingers merely ghost trace a little trail over the side of her back. Not quite making contact.

Deciding that touching so soon might get him a restraining order instead of a simple kiss, he opts for needlessly complimenting her top. It’d be pathetic to hear himself ever even try to say (and admit) things like this to her at the office. But he had no qualms of sounding cheesy after rolling with the buzz that the liquor gave him. This is really pretty. Suits you. Where’d you uh, where’d you find it?

He keeps going. And going. “Seriously. Looks comfy as fuck, can I see the tag? Is that cashmere?”

She turns her attention off the glowing screen and puts the remote down, sweeping all of her hair off to one side. It’s angelic the way she shows off her back some for him (it’s not for him, it’s not for him, it can’t be for him--) to pull out the tag.

He pretends he’s studying the tag on a microscope when it’s really the bare skin of her upper back he couldn’t help drinking in. Paying his full real attention to.

“Says a hundred percent,” he reads out, whistling a little at the quality in front of him. “Knew it. Nice. Feels really nice.”

The shirt. The shirt. Of course he’s talking about that shirt.

Kendall should know, boundaries boundaries boundaries. Don’t shit where you eat. Don’t eat where you shit. His sober self is distant now, slowly getting replaced with his suave, inebriated alter ego.

“Mm, thanks. Got it with the first fat check off your family’s company dollar,” she winks. Kendall’s heart could’ve easily up and started floating, exploding. Wink at me again. Smile just one more time. I dare you. “So what, they got any food here worthwhile? That hopefully tastes a little less like the shit from the airport?”

He remembers back to several hours prior, nibbling on her little cheese platter in first class with him like a mouse. Playfully slapping his hand away when he reached to snack on some, only to sneak some onto his table a minute later. It summed up a lot of why he got so sweet on her in the first place — that attitude that bit him back, but always relented in the end.

Kendall took the opportunity to stretch his legs out, happy to take up space now that the buzz is filling in any gaps between them.

“Get whatever the hell you want. S’all free rein, jus’ put it all on my card. On the uh, the fat check off the company dollar like you said.”

“Put it all on your card? Oh Ken you’re definitely speaking my language now.”

His feet unabashedly graze one of her legs as he’s adjusting, tangling his toes with hers at the foot of the bed. Automatically folding his hands up behind his neck, while one of his elbows slowly rubbed up against her shoulder.

“Mm, I can perfectly speak your language. Go ahead. Take it. Rob me,” he says (or flirts). She doesn’t even know the half of it, how far he’ll let her go to use him, to wring him out. “Bed’s not so bad after all, isn’t it? Pretty fucking lit right now, y’know. Being here. With you.”

His tongue is getting progressively more loose, edging and stepping right on the line. To the point where he wonders if he’ll up and confess his every thought if he drinks one more drop out of that dangerous flask.

“Oh I’ll definitely rob you so don’t test me,” she snorts and laughs. He sees her posture sort of shrink in a timid way under his admiring gaze eyeballing her. Not to get it confused with eye fucking. “Threatening me with a good time here. You want any more whiskey? I know I do.”

Yes. No. I don’t really know, you’re so fucking close to me. I can smell every little detail of you. Your shampoo, perfume, some lingering sweat that somehow smelt the sweetest of all. I’m disgusting.

A shit eating smile dawns across his face, enthusiastic agreement spilling out before his brain conjured something up to ruin his night and cock block his chances for good. Kendall’s had ruminating thoughts about this, thoughts that haunt him in the morning and in the night; imagining what it’d be like waking up next to her. Experience the feeling of that hair smothering his face. Splaying all over his pillows.

She’s still looking at him expectedly, pointing and shaking the flask in her hand. He didn’t know how long he got stuck in his maladaptive daydreaming this time.

“Yeah. Yeah. Fuckin’ pour us some more. Fill that thing up.”

It had been about an hour of binge drinking and stuffing their face with takeout. Kendall proved he wasn’t joking when he threw his card down. Tells her oh you gotta eat s’more than that. c’mon, lemme really feed you.

They trade spewing some horror stories they’d experienced at work before the food arrived. Rumors. Gossip. Filling the room with their drunken loud giggles and gasps of no, no way. where the fuck did you even hear that? followed by some variation of then how the hell is he still working here?

It’s rowdy and on the outside might look childish, like kids without any supervision from their parents alone — but it felt liberating, guilt free. He gets to jab her back with those same playful insults she always made at him, a side of himself he never let out on display.

The whiskey sure helped fuel their disregard for any degree of modesty or semblance of professionalism towards one another. It was supposed to be another pointless, run of the mill stupid work trip his dad forced upon them. It wasn’t supposed to be the most exciting thing that’s happened to him in an embarrassing long while.

A gargantuan pile of wrapped up breakfast style burritos (each one easily the size of a forearm) now sat on the table next to them. Both now still riding right on that brink of drunkenly stumbling into the furniture and into each other while they clumsily stuff their faces.

Once a messy bite leaves a lick of sauce on the corner of his mouth, this time she boldly goes in with her thumb and wipes it clean right off for him, thumb grazing the outline of his bottom lip. Sober Kendall would’ve choked on his fucking bite if the room hadn’t been spinning the last hour. As he remains staring across the table at her dumbly, his jaw refused to even close in awe at what just happened.

He rubs his lips together and licks his bottom lip directly after she’s pulled away, unashamed that it’s obvious he’s more trying to taste the ghost of her finger more than any actual food. She bit her own bottom lip as she wordlessly hands him another mini stack of napkins for his face and his lap. Her touch being gentle in this way felt so irresistibly alien and intimate, and nothing was about to stop him from outwardly expressing his craving for more.

Kendall throws any caution left in him to the wind in a drunken stupor, picking up what’s left of his food again and smearing it across his lips. Baiting her to do it to him again. To touch his mouth again.

“So s’there any more on me or what? Wanna help a guy out?” he pleads, utterly nothing but birdbrained lust swirling behind the eyes. Gestures towards his lips to emphasize with sloppy leftovers still spilling over his plate.

The gears in her brain didn’t churn for long before snatching another clump of napkins, chair screeching on the ground as she gets up. Nothing in the world could take his attention off of her slowly pulling his chair out to give some room from the table. Kendall’s throat swallows thickly as she throws each leg over his lap, taking her seat right on top of him. Brushing the food and sauce off his mouth with her napkins.

“Yeah, you dumbass. Got shit all over yourself. There, and there, and there…. alright. That’s better.” she murmurs to him with warmth, finishing up cleaning his mouth off with a gentle rub of her thumb in circles on his bottom lip again.

Kendall’s hands finally get the guts to find her hips and latch on. Grabbing to let her know that she’s there, putty right in his lap, she can’t leave him to go anywhere. His dick is already making itself a part of the party, filling up slowly in his sweatpants.

After enough thick silence spent staring into each other, Kendall breaks the quiet tension with a clearing of his throat.

“Y’know you’ve uh, you also got a little…” he nods down at her visibly perfectly clean mouth. Traces his own thumb to outline her lips. Hiccups once, then twice. Doesn’t pause or say anything else as desperate and unconvincing before diving straight in, crashing his lips right onto hers. Cranes his head to the side, breathing in aggressively as his nose dug into her cheek. Marveling in the taste and the feel of her pretty mouth moving so softly on him.

Heaving, lips bruising and smacking were the only noises amplifying in the room as he tightens his grip, forcing her impossibly closer. Stubbornly keeping her right where he wants her. She’s got her fingers on the back of his head now, messing with his hair between her fingers in the midst of their imploding passion.

“Wanna.. wanna know a secret,” he murmurs the first time they pull away for oxygen. Kisses down her cheek and her jaw and her neck, eager as ever to taste her skin everywhere. She hums and white knuckles the grip on his head and one of his shoulders. “I’ve been meaning to fuck the attitude right outta you since the day we met. Since the first time I ever fucking looked at you,” he continues, intensity booming from those wanting eyes. “I fucking knew I needed this, we needed this.” He grabs her face and pulls her back in, slipping his tongue between her lips again to taste more of her saliva getting slowly mixed up with his. One of her palms find his chest and trail her fingers across his torso and it’s enough to have him swimming in goosebumps and fucking butterflies.

With the way things were going, Kendall was not gonna continue this on a chair. In one quick swoop, he heaves her up and carries her the few steps it took to reach their shared bed. Should probably thank the hell out of this hotel staff for only having this bed left, Kendall notes. Once the bed’s a good distance close he throws her on it like a rag doll, vicious with strength.

She lands softly but still caught air from the throw, and she wouldn’t have guessed Kendall was anything like the type. “Damn, Ken. Didn’t really think you had it in you.” she teases, sitting back up to meet his lips and kiss him again. She’s met by blatant rejection as he snatched his head away in time to dodge her lips, carefully meeting her eye and turning on this new and improved patronizing tone.

“I’m gonna ask you this once and I’m not gonna ask this nicely again, okay? Are you gonna listen to me and do what I tell you or are you gonna keep acting like a spoiled fucking brat?” he bends his back forward so that he’s talking down to her, still almost nose to nose with her face.

Seeing the switch up go off like night and day in her was the most single most gratifying thing Kendall had ever achieved. She suppresses her desire to roll her eyes up at him and go in for another kiss anyway, he sees the change in expression as she nods, breathlessly obeying as she crosses her legs and awaits his instruction.

“I’m gonna listen to you,” she answers, timid but still sure as she fiddles with a patch of his exposed chest hair.

“Mmhm. Yeah you are,” he spits back, yanking her by the hair to feel her lips on him again. “Knew you were gonna be a good girl for me. Lie back, spread out. That’s it,” Kendall encouraged. Her legs are the first thing she spreads out for him, putting on a show of it with sticking her arms out and splaying them over her head.

“Teasing me, making everything so impossible…” he murmurs, helplessness overflowing him as his hands slide up and down her sides. Grabbing at the curve of her hips with ferociousness. “Beautiful.”

She’s glowing and pliant underneath him, breathing heavily and gasping whenever he kisses a certain spot while simultaneously groping her through her pajamas.

The layers between them become increasingly difficult, and irritating, the mere fact that any fabric is still blocking the bridge between them enough to piss him off.

“Arms up. Right now.”

He almost could’ve laughed how fast those arms fly up over her head, desperate to please him and follow his every move. It stroked and strung something so deep within him, having her, his work crush light years out of his league right beneath him and readily complying to his wishes and orders.

His fingers have the bottom of her shirt balled up. He looks at her and waits for a look of confirmation before pulling that soft, cashmere night shirt up and up and over her head. It’s ethereal. Seeing her skin, getting to kiss it and touch it and stroke her speechless. And she is, only letting out soft little grunts while he moves on to lower regions and smooths his hands down to the waist of her leggings. Looking up again through his lids, he finds her eagerly lifting her lower half off the bed to make room. Her panties and her leggings both are inching down, slowly but surely revealing all of her in her body’s beautiful entirety.

Everything, from her belly button to her nipples, down to the way she even groomed herself. Kendall was still in awe soaking in every last detail about her. Unafraid of showing the effect that seeing her and touching her had on him.

“Jesus. You’re… you’re so fucking beyond,” he rasps. “And I-I can’t believe I’m here right now with you.”

The bossy mask he’d cultivated slipped only for a moments notice. So caught up in her naked curves, massaging her breasts and laying little smooches going across her neck. “These tits, this ass…. this pussy,” he marvels, tickling each part as he named it off. She squirmed and furrowed her eyebrows together, the same way they’d stayed permanently when she was pissed off at him. Kendall could stare and admire all day but he knows she needs good taking care of, and he was going to do his best to deliver.

“Yeah, knew I got you soaking,” he confirms with a light slip of his finger. Dipping in between her precious lips. His finger is evidently shiny on the pull out, and it makes her whine. “Mm, yeah. We know what I have to do,” he cups both of her knees, slowly lowering his head down until he’s nosing her mound.

“P-Please, are you—?”

“Shhh you’re being so good for me, you don’t even have to ask baby. I’m going in.”

“Trying… trying to be good for you—“

“I know, baby. You wanna yell at me but you’re being so patient, fucking needy brat.”

He continuously nosed along the perimeter of her clit, feeling her thighs clamping up to trap his head. Yes. Please. Please fucking trap me here forever. I need this too.

The first fat lick he plants is unbelievable. Nerve endings practically lit on fire as Kendall takes his queue and goes to town, nosing and licking and sucking every inch of her pussy. She’s moaning so gorgeously above him, profanities stuttering together along with his name, every single kitten lick. His tongue is bigger than most and he seems to take very full advantage of that, zig zagging it across her clit and down her pussy lips, watching her pussy drool and convulse some more on him.

“Yeah you like it like this, don’t you?” he coos. She mewls at the slutty praise coming from the mouth down below. Kissing each of her opening lips and taking time to dip the very tip of his tongue right inside. “You— the way you taste,” Kendall almost whines, eyebrows knitted together like they’re worried. The clench he feels forcefully tighten around his tongue is nearly immediate, and Kendall already knows he’s hit the fucking jackpot.

“Yes, oh god just like that, just like that — Ken, god your fucking mouth—“ she stutters, gripping onto his scalp and trying not to rip any hair out. Even though Kendall likely wanted that.

“Feels good?”

His tongue snaked right back in, deepening until most of itself is lodged up inside her, licking up her honey.

“So oh god—” she clenches down on him again, rocking up and down into his face like he’s a toy. Kendall devotes his every move to ensuring she was enjoying herself, feeling fucking incredible. Squeezing her like she’ll float away if he didn’t stick his claws in.

“Can you cum for me on command?”

Her back tries sitting up, shaking like he’s performing some ritualistic exorcism on her. Her mouth gapes open, nothing coming out as she clenches down tightly. He pacifies her with the help of his middle finger, smoothly gliding his path into her pussy.

“Yeah, yeah I think you can. Think you will. S’gonna knock you out, though. You’re falling apart on me, aren’t you?”

She doesn’t have any room in her throat to answer in real words, only raspy helpless sounds that vaguely resemble Kendall’s name.

He nibbled some more on her inner thighs. Her cries sounded so fucking torn and withered, like he’d done a number on her. She didn’t need to verbally agree for him to see this thin thread inside her slowly on the verge of fraying. He doesn’t falter a single beat, doesn’t change a single movement in the dance of his tongue inside. His fingers are tightened enough to turn his knuckles white with the stern grasp on her thighs, as if to coax her on to get it all out. She’s undone beautifully on him, light convulsions of sitting up and flopping back down and squeezing her grip on his hand and his scalp. Kendall only sucks it up and swallows anything she drips for him, nodding and nuzzling his nose into her. Quiet hums in praise, kissing her everywhere once she’s too tired by the overstimulation.

Once her crescendo had taken a beat and toned down, watching her deflate into the bed in sweaty exhaustion.

“That was hot. You’re so fucking hot.” Kendall says simply, smiling and clenching his jaw while his forehead stays in proximity to her inner thighs. He stops her mid way from sitting back up with a hand to her collarbone, nodding his head no. “Lie back. Just keep looking pretty for me, yeah. You’re such a good girl.”

Her breath hitched looking at his hand movements, watching them palm himself through his boxers before jumping ship and yanking them off. The excitement ripples within her and thrills him as she stared down, licking her lips at the way his throbbing mass flopped out of his boxers.

“Kendall it’s… it’s huge.”

He’s grinning at her while starting himself off with slow little pulls, gasping at the filthy shock that it lets run right through him. Teasing the base, watching her in hunger.

“Yeah?” he taunts, canting his hips left and right to let her get an eye full of his member. Kendall’s cheeks grew warmer as his fist tightens on the veins running up his base. “How’d it feel, huh? Me eating you out? You came faster than I thought you would, y’know,” he rambles, licking his bottom lip as his tunnel vision runs all over her worn out, spread out body beneath him. “So easy to tame. Not so fucking tough when you’re riding my tongue, aren’t you?”

She’s bashful at his words as she purrs and nods, reaching up to touch his chest while his arm is slowly and harshly pumping himself. “I love it. Submitting to you. Doing what you say, watching how it makes you feel so good… Gets rid of all this tension you keep inside,” she coos in his ear. His eyelids flutter closed, fastidious pace of his palm starting to speed at the feel of her gentle touch. Squeezing, tracing circles.

“Yeah. You know just how to de-stress me, baby. That’s it. Keep — keep touching me,” he swallows. Leans in towards her, head bowing down as his fist only accelerates, making sticky sounds as his wet tip spits up pre cum. She obeys his rushed orders, sliding her hands up and down him and teasing his pubic bone, getting closer and closer to where his hand was working his cock. It was beat red, thickly swelling up against his stomach as his balls trembled with every stroke.

“Always wanted to slather this pretty face in cum. Every time you roll those eyes at me, fucking acting out,” he strangles out, veins on his cock bulging. “Pain in my ass dealing with a high maintenance brat like you. But God I fucking love it.” She leans down to be aligned with the bulging head of his thickness, spitting down a glob to lube up his movements. The reactionary whine felt like a trophy, watching him and his posture completely crumble as his sweat builds up a shine on his temples.

“Fucking Christ, that’s so perfect. Yeah, m’gonna fucking claim you.” he boasts. Feels one of her little fingers circle the top of his leaking head, doing as much to cause an explosion as lighting a match at a gas station — having Kendall hover down lower towards the bed, a deep rumble thundering out of his throat. She’s hypnotized by the spurts of cum flooding out of him nonstop, little waves crashing through his shore. It was the most precious thing she’d ever seen, buzzed or not — being underneath a desperate, pulsing Kendall. Watch his manhood tremble and spit out the last of his remaining load landing in a splatter on her tits, chin, pussy, stomach.

The man looked like he’d been wrung out dry, almost dropping his dead weight on top of her, squishing their bellies together. Making a conjoined mess of his pool of cum. Stopping himself from accidentally smothering her, he lifted part of his weight up off of her and leans down to have his lips tasting hers again.

Their mouths breathe heavily as they smack their lips on one another. His cock is exhausted, softening helplessly at her hip as his lips trail all the way down her jaw and her neck, leaving soft murmurs on the way. Yeah, uh-huh. Shit. So fucking sexy. That was so hot, your spit on my cock like that…. Fuck I needed you. M’going crazy.

They stay huddled together in a lazy cocoon, him rubbing his fingers delicately in shapes across her back. Catching up on their breathing like they just got done running a marathon.

Both of them are starting to nod off as Kendall grabs them a large cup of water to share. Taking turns gulping, even holding the cup for her as she tips her head back and hydrates. Watches her throat bobbing with every swallow. His gaze was intense.

“So I guess this means we cheers to uh, to the odds of sharing a single bed huh,” he laughs, triggering her own scoffing giggles. He wipes the water drips at the corner of her mouth gently with his wrist. “Still thirsty? I can get you another drink. Or some food,” he offers. Mouthing on the slope of her shoulder. “… or more whiskey.”

She groans in disgust at that, shooing the mere idea of more alcohol away with a flick of her hands and a playful palm on the whole front of his face. He shakes his head with laughter, not making any move to take her hand off his face. “What? Meeting tomorrow’s gonna be at like, four o’clock. You still got time to get more hammered,” he teases. “If you puke, I’ll hold your hair back.”

“You’re the worst. Mmm, the worst influence ever,” she mumbles. Nuzzles her face down under his arm by the right pec of his chest. “Didn’t even have to fuck me, still got me just as tired...”

“I can change that,” Kendall interjects. Tone flat out serious.

“We have until before the meeting tomorrow to change that,” she breathes a laugh, twirling a little strand of his dark hair littering the back of his neck.

“Mmhm. Yeah we do. Here. Drink some more water baby, can’t let you go to sleep thirsty,” he finds the cup on the table next to their bed again. Automatically bending her head up again to please him, gulping down another healthy portion to satisfy him.

Kendall brushes his fingers through her hair, tugs her chin up for access to plant another thoughtful kiss on her lips.

“So how’s my brat? She nice and fuckin’ happy?” he asks, feeling her grab one of his pinkies, kissing the tip before hooking it with her own to make a pinky promise. “Did I do okay?”

His second question comes out more hushed, searching for hopeful reassurance that she felt pleased with how thoroughly he checks that she’s mentally and physically taken care of.

“Fucking yes, a thousand times better than okay.” She scoffs in his face like he’s being ridiculous for even asking. “Ready to wake up tomorrow like this, feel even more of you.”

She runs a hand dangerously close to sliding by his pubic bone, already awakening more of his senses with goosebumps following every inch she grazed.

“Yeah. You’ll feel me, get to feel all of me,” he says, shyly grabbing her hand in his fist and pressing it towards his towering, hardening cock. “S’been waiting for you, all this time. Never thought about anybody else. Couldn’t.” he swallows, clenching his jaw when she steadily moves her palm in a rhythm down his rapidly filling length. His heartbeat is drumming in his chest all over again, feeling her hand reach down lower to massage and cup his balls.

“Fuck, Jesus.. Yeah. That’s it, brat. You already know what to do. Don’t make me tell you now.”

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