Dead Boy Walking [c]

Nicola let out a huff as the blanket was thrown in her face and she threw it aside.

"Sometimes it is accidentally used on guys who I want to fuck me. It is rather distasteful when that happens. it turns into me and my hand." A pause. "And my toys. Which, really, sometimes do a better job."

"That's a real tragedy."

Mads shook his head in mock sadness. "What a truly truly awful thing. Killing the boners of the people you want."

Actually, that'd be fucking awful, thinking on it. Never getting laid. He wouldn't like that.

"Oh, it is," she threw her arms over her forehead dramatically, "a tragedy."

She lifted her self up and cupped Mads jaw.

"Maybe it is you that can break the curse?"

Somehow she has gone from bad Batmanesq villain porn too bad Disney princess porn? Seems appropriate.

"I will try valiantly to break this wretched curse upon you, lovely woman!"

Mads swooped down to kiss her, a dramatic flair to his actions.

Nicola laughed into the kiss but tried not to break it.

She did, at some point, want a dick in her vagina.

When the kiss did momentarily break, she couldn't help but swoon; "Oh, thank you, kind sir. Your efforts will be rewarded-" Okay. She really, really couldn't help herself. "- with my tight mouth."

"It's a good way of seeing if your curse has truly been lifted."

He wasn't sure how long he could carry on with this ridiculous shitty romantic fantasy roleplay bullshit thing they were doing.

If he laughed much more, he was sure he wasn't going to be able to be serious around her ever again.

She planted a simple kiss on his mouth and took another swig from the bottle.

"Well, lets gets curse breaking."

She booped him on the nose with the rim of the bottle. A silent gesture to see if he wanted any more before they got down to business.

He took a swig from the bottle, too, then let her set it on the floor.

"I thought I already broke the curse. We just gotta test. Put that mouth to good use and show me that you can give a man a boner again."

Since Mads was probably a few shots ahead of her, she took another swig. It burned her throat again and caused blood to start to permanently flush her cheeks.

She set it aside.

"I'm not putting my mouth around a flaccid dick."

"Guess you'll never find out if you broke your curse then, huh?"

Mads sat back, letting his long legs unfold from under him. One dropped down the side of the couch to rest on the floor, while the other rested between Nicola's body and the back of the couch.

"Fine." She pushed herself up. "Unbutton your pants, curse killer, let me at it."

She moved so she was on all fours, waiting for Mads to free his flaccid dick.

"Yeah, definitely cured that curse," he muttered dryly to himself as his hands dropped to the front of his jeans.

He unzipped them and pushed them down his inked thighs a little, pushing down his tight boxer briefs a moment later.

"Definitely not feeling the tingle at the moment myself," she said dryly.

But for the cause of curse breaking and science, she put his dick in her mouth and she sucked a couple of times, before pulling away with a snort.

"It's like putting a giant, firm marshmallow in my mouth," she laughed. "That is," she cleared her throat, "if marshmallow had that masculine musk." She grunted. Like a Man.

Mads head dropped back.

Yeah, he wasn't feeling that tingle either. It went both ways.

He ran a hand through his hair. "Super super sexy, Nic. Wow." How had he missed out on such incredibly sexy moments like this for all his life? Truly he had been missing out!

Nicola snorted again, before gripping his trousers and pants to tug them all the way down. If they were unbuttoned, they might as well go all the way off. Besides, they needed to get somewhere with this sex business.

"I'm sorry. But putting a sad penis in my mouth isn't exactly going to get me going either."

She shucked the trousers and straddled Mads. She still had her own shorts on.

One step at the time.

"Shall we just kiss and not speak to each other for the next hour?"

He shook his head in mild despair. When was the last time someone called his cock sad?

"Yeah, that might be a good idea. I might actually get a boner if you're not speaking." His tone was wry again, and his lips curled into a crooked smirk.

"Oi!" She gave him a playful swat on his chest.

Then she leaned in, pressing a couple of light kisses on his mouth one after the other. The smile on her face wasn't budging. She didn't expect it go anytime soon either.

She gave up on that by the first round of laughter.

He barely kissed her back, knowing that she was going to start laughing again.

Ah, there's the laughter.

He snorted quietly and leaned back, letting himself drape over the arm of the couch.

What the hell had this night become?

She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck. She planted a few kisses there between her laughter.

"If you can't get it up shall we just give you a strap-on? Maybe we can take turns?"

Although, wearing a strap-on will probably also dissolve them into laughter. Really, there was no winning.

"You're into pegging, huh? Should have known."

They'd played around with a couple kinks together. He'd found out that Nicola love a good bit of bondage, and she was surprisingly voyeuristic. But he couldn't recall them ever really talking about or playing with the idea of anal, or pegging.

He wasn't surprised, though.

"I like to make a man squirm."

A finger trailed down his chest.

"Although, Ciro is the only guy that let me play around with that. Most guys I've met or dated don't like that idea or have delicate masculinity."

She shrugged.

"I figured that one out a long time ago."

Nicola was the sort of person that liked to make other people squirm, male or otherwise.

mads blinked up at her as she drew idle designs down his chest. "I'm a theatre boy," he pointed out unnecessarily.

Delicate masculinity was non-existent in theatre. You were openly, painfully camp or lying about not being openly painfully camp. There was no place for delicate masculinity in his profession.

Nicola snorted.

"Oh really? I didn't notice."

She pointed in the direction where his apartment was.

"Do you know how thick these walls are? Do you know how many times I wanted to bash my head against them from hearing you sing the same song over and over again, neighbour?"

He was probably very, very aware of when she lost it an inevitably started screaming. Then it was her that got a noise complaint. Rude.

His shoulders rolled in an easy shrug.

"It's not my fault I need to practise." Practising was important. He'd be fucked if he couldn't practise his songs and lines.

it wasn't his fault it drove Nicola nuts, now, was it?

"Uhuh, and I have paperwork to do that requires concentration and a reasonable amount of quiet."

She felt herself getting a little bit prissy over this. She forcibly shoved the subject aside. She wanted to get laid.

She bent down to kiss him before he could quip and hopefully, finally, get them to at least second base.

At least she has had her ab workout for the week.