Isaac's birthday

[bachjones]

 The first time Bach and Isaac noticed Essie in their space during their time, it made Bach a little bit nervous, because just a moment ago he had acted the fool with Isaac, put him on his shoulders so he could see all the pastries and cookies and had given a running commentary about which cookie to take, full of silliness only a kid could appreciate. But hey, he wasn't doing anything wrong, and when Isaac had finally noticed her, the three of them had behaved wonderfully.

The first time he had to say no to a visit from Isaac, because he had to go up for his swimming diploma (and what the fuck, why did he need a paper for that, wasn't it embarrassing enough already), both Essie and Isaac didn't take it too badly, and Bach made up with his son with a Pokemon cookie. Pokemon was a thing, he was learning about it.

So things were going well and Bach was almost comfortable in his place, in this life, around Essie. 

And then Isaac's sixth birthday had to happen. With a party, with other children and the parents of those children. He couldn't even remember if it was him or Essie bringing it up, or maybe Isaac hinting with singing Happy Birthday until everyone got crazy, but it happened.

It happened for five hours, but everyone was gone now, Essie's mansion empty again except for the three of them. Bach should leave soon, but Isaac was still so very happily zooming around, and after ..fuck- after Rick and Ashley, Jamie and Eve, Justin and Britney he kind of want to cling to the illusion of normal family a bit longer. All of them were little, tight, functioning units, while Bach had to shut up whenever someone asked about plans for a second kid, how Bach and Essie had met, how much Isaac looked like his mother. 

"Jesus Christ." He shuffled into the kitchen and into a fridge, two beers in hand. "We need to get Isaac down so I can go sleep. How's a kid's party that exhausting?"

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[bachjones]

Something wasn't completely as it should be, but Bach wanted this so much that it was embarrassing, so he wouldn't bring it up again, only use his mouth for better things. Yes, the confused feeling was nasty, but completely disappeared when - "Ah! Aha, appreciate it."

He could do that, definitely. He was good at not thinking. The only thing - and he didn't like bringing it up because so much for a playful mood, but - really, he had to, for both of their sanity. And because he had been a good enough boy to not expect sex at a kids' party, and therefore didn't bring any. "Es? You have any protection lying around? Because I didn't bring any. Or are you on ..you know?"

[wakingwakewood]

"Yeah, hold on." Standing again, she gave him a few more strokes before she moved away towards the bathroom, pausing long enough to toss her bra and underwear in the hamper. Returning with a few in hand (he had promised her the night after all), she placed all but one on the nightstand and took Bach's hand, meaning to pull him onto the bed with her.

Giving him a little smirk, she purred, "Gonna have to think of a way to thank you for remembering."

[bachjones]

"Aren't I a good boy." He landed on his side, wriggling out of his pants before pulling her close. "Jesus, I m-" What was too much, right now? Could he admit to having missed her? Could he not think of her feelings for a second? She had agreed, right? There was nothing else.

Bach kissed her hand before finding her throat, sucking long enough to mark between her collar bones. Had they ever discovered hickeys before? "Maybe I should have cut down on the beers", he chuckled. "Want to get on top, or is it me first?" And the condom, where had the condom gone.

[wakingwakewood]

"Mmmm, the best." Closing her eyes, Essie luxuriated in the feel of his mouth on her body, running her hand up into his hair before she kissed him again deeper and harder than before. This was what she wanted, to be touched, and kissed and fucked, and she was rapidly moving past caring about the particulars. With him this close, lying on her bed, she ached to have him inside her again and if that meant taking control, she was happy to do it. "Lie back."

Pushing him back onto the bed, she rolled over, straddling his body as she started to kiss and nip and lick her way down his chest. Taking him in her hand again, Essie stroked him lazily, leaving her own mark on his hip before she moved to his cock, giving him a long lick before she opened and applied the condom to him.

[bachjones]

It may be all the oral he would receive tonight, but that didn't mean it didn't feel good. Which wasn't necessarily on Essie, of course, but still. She was good for him. His body. Not his mind, because jesus was he over thinking things.

"Okay, lying back. Do we need to get anything else involved or are you just going to sit on my dick, love?" He reached to smack her ass, his other hand finding a pillow and pulling it down under his ass. Bach knew how to work angles, in this. "I think we both deserve that."

[wakingwakewood]

"Be creative later. I want you now." Leaning forward, she nipped at one of his nipples as she slowly eased him inside her, sinking down on him with an indecent moan of pleasure. She'd forgotten how good he felt, how hard and thick and she took a moment to just enjoy the sensation before she started to rock her hips against him. "God, I missed this."

And she wouldn't let her mind fret over if it was just sex she'd missed, or Bach, specifically, although now that she had him beneath her, inside her, she was flooded with all kinds of feelings, physical and emotional that screamed for the latter. As much of a mess as the rest of it was, this still worked.

[bachjones]

"Pretty much." For the moment he just looked up at her. If he was good, this might even turn into a regular thing, but until then he just had to drink her in when he could. "Jesus, Es, you're beautiful. And it's not beer goggles."

To show his appreciation, Bach sat up to cup her breasts, kissing the one and the other, teeth grazing over her nipples before just hiding his face in them, breathing her in until it made him a little bit dizzy. "I hope your walls are thick enough", he murmured against her body. "Because I want you to be loud in every way."

[wakingwakewood]

Essie softly gasped as he teased her breasts, moving on him a little faster, giving herself just a little more even though she doubted wither of them were going to last very long this time. Her skin prickled and shivered under his attentions and she ran her hands over his shoulders until she was cradling his head, running her nails along the back of his scalp.

With a groaning curse, Essie glanced back over her shoulder. The door had swung mostly closed, but not all the way, but she was damned if she was going to do anything about it right now. "Later, be loud later. Kind of." To be honest, she had no idea how soundproof the room was but recklessly, almost impulsively, she wanted to test that theory. Right now she just rose and fell on him, holding on, relishing the friction of his cock as he moved in and out of her.

[bachjones]

"I'm going to hold you to that promise." Bach felt her move, and he looked past her to see what distracted her. Distracted wouldn't do. It took him a moment to recognize the problem, having Essie squirm on his dick, but he got it in the end. They'd have to break apart for at least a minute to fix that. But later.

He bit his lip to contain the moan building up inside him, catching the tail of it against her mouth, letting it vibrate between the two of them. Usually he'd make sure that the other was the first satisfied, but here he might not last long enough for it.

"I thought you were done teasing", he muttered, his hips snapping up to meet her rhythm. "You just want me falling apart."

[wakingwakewood]

"God, you feel so good." Essie kept her face close to his, catching his lips in kisses between her increasing gasps and moans that she did her best to stifle by biting her lips. The burning desire between her legs intensified as he started to move with her and she encouraged him, moving faster and harder against him. She wanted her release, but hearing his challenge made her smile wickedly.

Emboldened, she squeezed herself around him a little more, pulling on of her hands down and running it over his chest, teasingly tweaking one of his nipples with her fingers. "Fall apart, beg, I want you to everything. I want you to come with my name on your lips and my lips on your cock. Fuck, Bach, I want everything."

[bachjones]

"Jesus Christ, woman. When did you turn into a m- shit, do that again. I'll be the victim."

It wasn't about deserving or sharing, especially when he knew how beautiful she was when she was coming unraveled. He wasn't even going to fight this. "Y- you're going to have to shut me up now soon." Because he was falling out of the rhythm, too close to control himself even if he'd want to.

And, as a good boy, he came with her name on his lips, pushed against hers so she could feel him from up to down, his body shaking at the come down. It was just a bit intenser than he had expected, and he let himself fall back.

"Better", he grinned. "S- so much better already."

[wakingwakewood]

He was right, she was usually the one begging for more, wanting him to take her, but she could feel how close he was and she obliged, riding him faster, holding him tighter, and keeping her face close to his so she could feel the air of his breath on her lips when he came. It was almost enough to make her come, but she held off, not wanting to lose this... whatever it was. Compulsion, maybe, to know that she could still do this to him, after everything else there was still this thing between them. Whatever it was.

She rode him through his orgasm, finally following him down to kiss him as he lay back. "Good to know that still works." She kissed him again as she reluctantly moved off of him to quickly cross the room and close the door, lest the dog or Isaac wander in. That done, she crawled back into the large bed to lay next to Bach, running her fingers over his chest.

[bachjones]

"Hrmmmey, stay!" His arms flailed until she had returned to them again, and he could pull her closest. Of course, there was a condom and an orgasm to take care of, but Bach was allowed to enjoy this for just a moment.

"Are we safe with the door?" He kissed her forehead, the fingers of his free hand curling her hair. "Do you think you healed my nose well enough so you can sit on my face without risking another fountain? Because I only want to get wet because of you."

[wakingwakewood]

Oh, she missed cuddling. Almost as much as the sex and Essie curled up against Bach like no time had passed. Like there hadn't been all the arguments and the abandonment and the accusations. How could this feel so good and everything else feel so... tenuous?

"He knows I don't close doors unless I have to. He'll knock." Resting her head on his shoulder, she nuzzled against his neck, kissing softly and sighing. "Your nose is probably healthier than it's been in years. But after that, should I get to lay back and enjoy it this time."

[bachjones]

"Not any time soon, hopefully. I sent him off to sleep, not a slumber party with his pa- us."

"My nose feels just a little bit offended by that. I'm sure it's been good without magic for a long time. I can thank my father for not really ever getting sick." Wow, if Bach could bring up his matriarch in some way, all the people he didn't want to think of while having sex was a complete set. "Anyway." He squeezed her waist. "Whenever you feel like lying back and enjoying. And what is that supposed to mean, you didn't enjoy riding me just now?"

[wakingwakewood]

"I very greatly enjoyed that." She nibbled at his neck and ran her foot up and along his leg as she traced a finger across his chest. "I could feel you inside me and I almost lost myself right there. But I wanted to see it, see you, see if that face was as sexy as I remembered it being." She still ached for him, wanted him even after all the messes between them. And she wanted him to know it. For whatever it was worth, she'd always find him desirable.

"You're pretty damn hot when you're coming inside of me." Taking his hand from her hip, she gently pulled it with hers between her legs, wanting, needing him to touch her, play with her and make her come apart. She whispered against his lips before kissing him, "Want the same satisfaction?"

[bachjones]

So much for cuddling. Of course, what did Bach think what was going on here? Some nice, sweet, boring six-years-married sex? It was probably a good thing that Essie had brought him back in focus, before he had muttered an 'I love you' and had ruined the night. Had he always been so self-sabotaging?

Not that it was horrible, of course, to have Essie push herself to you. He was already getting half hard again, which meant that the condom definitely had to go, because used condoms were used as a metaphor for feeling shit for a reason. With his free hand he helped himself, while his other lazily did the rounds. Bach had gotten his for now, and there had been mention of teasing. Why not Essie?

"Don't think I've ever forgotten that face", he replied between kisses. "But alright, you're offering so nicely.." His fingers moved deeper. "About .,.there?"

[wakingwakewood]

Gasping, Essie dug her fingers into his arm as she let the pleasure start to take hold. "Oh, God, yes. More please, Bach." She knew what he'd done for money, knew that he was practiced, but part of her chose to believe that it was just him, knowing her body. Knowing how to pleasure her. She arched against his fingers, her entire body begging for more, begging for him, because that's what she really wanted. Even if she was too afraid to admit it out loud. Even if it was just here, like this, the only place they seem to still be able to work like they used to.

[bachjones]

"Don't forget to look at me." He made the movements smaller, sharper, his thumb flicking over her clit with every breath. "I need to see you come, wasn't it? That means eyes on me." Because he couldn't ever demand that in any other situation and not run the risk of being called emotional, sappy or being too intimate. Bach was going to get satisfied in every way tonight, even if he had to run some risks.

He turned a little more towards her, slowly grinding against her hip. Of course, just slipping in would be easy enough now, but this had started as an equal 'get mine' thing. He had to remember that he still had the rest of the night. "You're making it hard to think straight", he whispered after a laugh. "Which means you better not be thinking at all, right now."

[wakingwakewood]

After months of holding everything together, being the adult, feeling like she was fighting Bach almost every step of the way, having him... command her was surprisingly erotic as hell. It made her moan with wanton lust, hips twitching against his fingers as she locked eyes with Bach and slipped closer to her release. She hated the way he made her feel, desperate and raw and safe and loved and she had missed it terribly. "Fuck, I'm close. Make me come, I wanna come."

She really couldn't think. All she could do was feel, and right now, all she felt was him, pressing against her clit, sending those little shocks through her. It was too much, she held onto him, shaking and shuddering as she came, holding his gaze as she gasped his name. It was everything she'd been needing for weeks, months, he was everything she wanted, moreso than she was willing to admit.

[bachjones]

"Jesus, Essie." He should have slipped a comment in there about thinking about the neighbors, but she was too distracting right now, soft and warm against him, her song nothing more than a satisfying murmur.
"I lo-"

Bach freed his hand from between them, sucked his finger tips to prevent screwing up. Love? Of course not, hadn't he moved past that? Was he this desperate for a good lay that he was going to throw around shit compliments? Could his brain just stop butting in? "I really want to put my mouth on you right now, lick you clean." He kissed his fingers. "But I don't know if you'd survive, and that would be a waste."

Because this was just one night. If Essie liked it, there might be more, but until then he had to be careful. He was freaking pussy whipped all over again.

[wakingwakewood]

Her entire body sang, her heart pounding in her chest and ears, but even with the rush of blood through her body she wasn't quite so far gone that she entirely missed what he almost said. She wanted to poke at it, wanted to pull that truth out of him, but she also waned him. And she hated herself for it, but she knew if she did, he'd bolt. It was what he did. He'd done it when she told him she had feelings, he sure as shit would do it when it was his feelings.

So instead, she pulled the fingers from his mouth to hers, and sucked on them gently, running her tongue along them and kissing the tips. Tonight was sex, as much of it as they could get, and that she could do. Stuffing all the emotions back into a box, she smiled, "If that's what you really want." She sucked his fingers again, "Or I could get you hard again so you can fuck me. Any way you want to." It was dirty, and thousands of miles away from the pretty single mom she'd played all afternoon at the party. But God, it felt good.

[bachjones]

"Get hard?" He replaced his fingers with his mouth, pushing until he had to catch his breath and his lips felt bruised. Reminding himself that it was just bodies. "If you look at me like that, I don't need anything else. Are you enjoying yourself?"

It was a tough decision. The smarter option would be to hide his face between her legs, ignore the intimacy of curling around her, keeping his eyes on her, taking it slow. "I wish I could do both at the same time. Is this my birthday present already? Or are you going to flip tables after two hours and have me serve you in any way you tell me to?"

[wakingwakewood]

Essie kissed him until she was desperate for air, pulling herself as close to him as she could without actually wrapping around him again. Nodding, she dropped her head a bit to look up at him through her lashes, "I am enjoying this immensely. I really needed this," she ran a finger down his chest, "I needed you." Kissing him again, she lay a hand on his cock, not stroking, not yet, but she would if he wanted her to. Suck him dry if he wanted her to.

"I think maybe we save the birthday stuff for later, but I am taking requests, if you have any. And I do hope you have some."

[bachjones]

"Knowing you, I have t-" No, no. If there was one thing Essie had never done, was use sex as a tool for control. Bach needed to get a grip. "You know I suck at making breakfast, right?"

"I missed this." If she could talk about need, he could admit to that. And it helped him breathe a little, getting that out of his head. "You were talking about toys? Because I never saw you play before. You could do that while ..blowing me? Have something for me to look down to." That was a thin line, people thinking it was some dominant, macho thing. Honestly, Bach just loved watching people enjoy themselves. But Essie knew he was a bastard, so..

"I could think of something else if you give me a moment. I don't know if you are the 'only playing by myself' type."
No, wait, no, he shouldn't. The idea alone was enough to make his brain short circuit, which meant that he'd get too hot, and that he would say or do too stupid things. He had seen it happen with others. "No, nah, changed my mind. Just play."