Night, special night

[bachjones]

Bach was at Essie's, even though it was Friday night and he always spent that at his own place. If he was going to be honest, these days his place was more of a stock room, the small apartment he threatened Isaac to lock up if he was in a particularly foul mood. But to admit that he was practically living at Essie's, living off her ...

He was being grumpy about this because he didn't want to think about talking to her tonight about the tour. It was super tiny, she'd barely notice he'd be gone, but he could have probably told her sooner. And Isaac as well, but Isaac couldn't keep a secret, even though he was growing into that pre-puberty phase that made him try. It wasn't like three weeks was that bad, anyway, right?

The ring in his back pocket was burning a hole in it, but Bach had been long enough with Essie that he knew that tonight wasn't the best timing for it. That distracting her from a fact would only make her angrier about it. 

He inhaled, exhaled and knocked on the door with his wrist, his hands full with groceries. "Here's the food dude! Open up, please!" 

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[bachjones]

"You didn't." His face felt weirdly warm, but Bach was sure it'd pass before he had to worry. Maybe it was nerves, maybe it was Essie's wine. "But you can tell me now. Or show me now. I'll try hard to keep my pants on." Because of the - well, you know. Shit, he had to do something.

He kissed the tip of her nose. "Do I get funny stickers if I did something right, on the calendar? Food pictures for family dinners? Do I get a color, and what color am I?"

[wakingwakewood]

"And what if I want your pants off?" Essie chased his lips for a proper kiss, smiling slyly, happy for the distraction of her lover's body so close to hers. Draining the last of her wine, she felt the warmth spread, her face flushing, either from Bach's proximity or the alcohol and she set the glass aside wrapping her arms around him to try and pull herself into his lap.

They could always work out the details later, she was just flooded with relief that they hadn't ended up in a fight.

"I think you're you're a deep, warm amber. And as for rewards, I'm very open to negotiation."

[bachjones]

"W- we could move to the bedroom. So there won't be clothes everywhere. For -- for Isaac to find. You know he'll see it as a challenge and start spreading all his stuff everywhere again. You know." Bach tried to move in such a way that her hands stayed above the waist, even though it was an absolutely stupid idea and his body disagreed with it.

"Amber. That's a stone, right? Sounds like you're angling for my songwriter position, Es. Do y- What color are you, and does it go with amber?" What kind of high school flirting nonsense was this? He could distract her in better ways. "Let's go upstairs." He pulled her against him. "I'll be open to anything."

[wakingwakewood]

Essie happily rested her head on his shoulder, it gave her good access to nibble a little at his neck. "Colors, hmm? I dunno. Maybe... a clear and bright blue. Or something deep like a red wine? What do you think?"

But then he pulled her closer and she really didn't care so much about that answer. They had better things to do, a celebration of sorts for his upcoming tour. "Upstairs, definitely. And quietly." She gave him another kiss as she reluctantly moved a way so she could stand and start up towards the stairs.

[bachjones]

He had to get rid of the ring. For now, just for now, of course. But Essie couldn't notice, and Bach didn't want her to think that he had any reason to lag. He never had, when sex was on the table.

"Uhhhhh. . Yes." He patted her ass. "Right behind you." Leave it somewhere on the way up? Bathroom? Isaacs room? No wait, he got it, he was fine. He followed her up the stairs, dropped the box and straight away pulled his shirt off and covered the box with it. Done.

With a grin he grabbed her waist. "I'll be quiet, but will you?"

[wakingwakewood]

Clapping her hand over her mouth, Essie stifled a giggle as she felt Bach's hand on her ass. But she kept on towards the bedroom until she felt the warmth of his arms around her waist. Happily she stopped an leaned back into his embrace, whispering up and into his ear.

"Are you planning on making that a challenge, Mr.?" She rather hoped he did after that bomb he dropped on her tonight.

[bachjones]

God, oh god, but did Bach love her. Maybe he should - he glanced back at his shirt. No, not now. Pretty sure now wasn't the right time to move from horny to marriage. If she'd even say yes. Shit, would she say no if he'd ask? He felt his resolve - and other parts - waver.

"It definitely does sound like you're demanding a challenge." He kissed her neck. "But just to be sure, do you feel like you're going to need help staying silent? Because I can come up with some ways to silence you, at least temporarily. Just saying. To even the playing field?"

[wakingwakewood]

"You make such tempting offers." Running a finger down Bach's chest, Essie took a step back and into the bedroom, slowly beginning to remove her clothing. This was good. This was never awkward, this part. There were still occasional hiccups, like earlier this evening, but they always worked it out and then there was this...

"Details, please?"

[bachjones]

"Jesus." This never got old. "Erm, well, not him, but - and I don't want to completely gag you because I want to kiss you too much, but - " Bach's brain didn't get the blood necessary to come up with a proper answer.

He started laughing. "I guess I just have to keep your mouth busy. Shit, I'm sorry, Essie, tonight's been weird. I'm just .. I'm just so glad to have you." He wriggled out of his pants. "Doesn't mean I'm not going to have you in a super manly way, because I know I've been talking too much."

[wakingwakewood]

Stripping down to her underwear, Essie snickered at Bach's response. He did get a bit silly at times like these, but that was oddly part of his charm. She slid herself onto the bed, leaning back against the pillows, enjoying the show as her lover disrobed, slowly trailing her own fingers down her belly. "I can't say I disagree - about the being glad to have you bit, not the talking."

Teasing the edge of her lacy shorts, she shivered a little with anticipation, "Maybe less talking, more touching?"

[bachjones]

Bach could do that. There was a fleeting thought about Isaac getting up early and finding the ring, but getting up early didn't happen anymore, nor did their son clean up things that weren't his. He should focus on what was in front of him.

He followed her onto the bed, hovering over her, face hidden in her hair. "Seems like you've already found your way." She smelled so good, and he covered her hand with his. "Just let me go off road for a moment." He kissed her throat while his hand drew lazy circles under the lace. "Tell me when you mind."

[wakingwakewood]

"Mmmm, never," Essie whispered as she wound her free hand around the back of Bach's neck, letting her fingernails lightly tease the hairline before she ran them up into his hair. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin and closing her eyes, she luxuriated in the sensation of his lips on the sensitive skin. But she wanted more, she always wanted more when it came to him, so she turned her head to try and catch those warm lips with hers, a little desperate to taste him for a moment.

Groaning just a little, she pulled her hand from under his, moving it to his wrist and forearm, pulling and pushing him just a little further beneath the lace as she raised her hips to meet his delicate touches. It felt like forever since they'd done this, even though she knew it wasn't, it just always seemed like she needed him a little more each time. God, what was she going to do when he left again?

[bachjones]

"I'm gonna-" Bach wasn't going to tell her he was going to miss her, it had been soft and squishy enough tonight. Instead, he slowly pushed two fingers inside her, smiling because of her squirming. "Have to take all of you in."

She kissed him like he felt, with a need to have this be never ending. He teased her bottom lip with his teeth, but kept himself from grinding against her, no matter the temptation. Even though he wasn't leaving for another days, he'd be gone for less than a month.. Right now it felt like this had to last.

[wakingwakewood]

With a hungry moan, Essie pressed herself against his hand, low desire starting to build. Her arms wound over his hip, squeezing his ass before her hand moved forward, reaching to stroke him, drive him as crazy as he drove her. Something they were both exceedingly good at.

Whispering his name, she kissed him again, harder this time, not quite pleading but getting there. But as much as she wanted him, she wanted him to want her more so she pushed at him gently, trying to get him to roll over.

[bachjones]

The curse got stuck between his teeth. Even with Isaac not around, Bach wasn't the cursing type in this house. "unfair", he whispered against her mouth.

He allowed himself to roll over, slipping his fingers out of her but keeping his mouth on her skin, sucking marks. Just to make sure that she knew how much he owned her, how she'd beg soon. His boner was starting to hurt a bit, but if she wanted to play, Bach was game.

[wakingwakewood]

She hissed in delight at the feel of his mouth, it was perverse in a way, how much she liked it when he did that, knowing the marks it would leave. Marks that would fade while he was gone only to be replaced, with interest she imagined, when he returned. With him rolled over, she kissed her way down his chest, letting her hair trail over his body before she moved away slightly to adjust her position.

Smiling devilishly, Essie paused long enough to remove her bra and underpants before leaning back over Bach, straddling his legs as she began to kiss her way over his hip. She began stroking him again, teasing as she looked up through her eyelashes, "Just remember, when those groupies start throwing themselves at you, you have this waiting for you at home." And with that she took him into her mouth and began moving on him slowly, taking her time, making sure she hit all the right spots as she went along him from root to tip.

[bachjones]

"Y-!" Bach wasn't going to beg, he was proud to beg this early, but Essie just knew how to hit him the right way. His hands clawed into the sheets, grabbing her head might just throw her off at the worst moment. Honestly, he'd be okay with this lasting forever.

"I'll remember", he swallowed. "But j- just to be sure, carry on for a bit longer, right?" Her tongue made his breathing hitch, teasing her with always just too little attention at one spot. Giving in was fun, but testing each other's limits was more fun. "I had to keep you silent, after all."

[wakingwakewood]

Giving him a sly wink, Essie continued, gently sucking and stroking, running her tongue over the tip of his cock before swallowing him back down. She enjoyed the power in making him squirm, even ignoring the comment about keeping her quiet. The hand that wasn't stroking his cock, slid up his chest, gently caressing over the skin as she kept to him, finding a rhythm that she knows won't quite be enough to set him off, but enough to make him want to.

[bachjones]

She had him where she wanted him, and they both knew it. His hand grasped hers, the only grip on things he could get right now.

Bach moved his hips, tried to get Essie to change her rhythm, sabotage the teasing. "Does it help if I say you're winning? Es, come on, don't make me beg." The sheets were sticking to his back, but he was too locked between her mouth and hand to wriggle free. "C'mon!"

[wakingwakewood]

Pulling off, Essie gave him a final licking tease, leaning back, casually stretching her arms over her head to ease the slight tension from leaning over him. "I dunno, a little pleading, some hastily made promises, might be nice." She moved a bit forward, straddling his thighs and gently returning her hand to his cock, stroking, as her own hand drifted down her own torso so she could touch herself.

[bachjones]

Bach took this chance with both hands, following the curve of her hips up to her breasts. Maybe.. He didn't allow himself to finish the thought, instead dropping one hand to find the nightstand and the condoms he surely was going to need soon.

"I surrender to your mercy. Make it quick." He pushed himself up a bit to have a better view. "For me, not for you. I can appreciate a show." He finally got his breathing under control, and if he wouldn't listen to Essie too much, he'd be able to hold out for a bit longer.

[wakingwakewood]

Allowing herself a moment of indulgence, Essie dipped her fingers between her legs, easing some of the rising ache as she circled her clit, feeling her lover's eyes on her and knowing how much he enjoyed watching sometimes. She continued to rub against herself as she nodded towards the condom in his hand, "Put it on, I want all of you tonight." He could watch her, bringing herself closer and closer as she waited.

[bachjones]

He wanted a kid with her. The thought was so sudden and so right that Bach's hand halted half way, just hovering over the rubber. Shit. Shit Was that what the ring had been about? Would Essie even care about that, kids without marriage? Why was he thinking this right now?

"Of course, sweetheart." Wrong word, 'sweetheart' was for sweet talking himself into a free coffee, not during sex with Essie. At the very least his body wasn't deserting him as his mind was. "Move up a little, so I can get this thing where it's wanted."

[wakingwakewood]

Leaning forward, Essie nipped at his lips before capturing them with hers, savoring the flavor of him as she reached up to brush his cheek. God, she loved this man, needed him like the air she breathed, even with all their faults and traumas, they made it work.

With a soft sigh, she whispered against against his lips, "Love you, music man, care to make me sing?" With her other hand, she gently gave him another stroke before slowly, so very slowly, lowering herself onto him, groaning as she felt the familiar and desperately needed pressure and friction from his cock.

[bachjones]

That Bach could do, without needing anything. Theirs was maybe a more aggressive than usual, him humming it between clenched teeth, but it helped him out all the same. His pace quickened, trying to move against her for the best friction. It was an easy distraction, and he reminded himself to look at her - he was going to be leaving soon.

"I'm so glad your room is soundproof", he winked.