They stayed up most nights, talking about anything, everything. Even spending so much time together, it was strange how they so rarely ran out of topics. She was learning more about his past, and she accepted it in a way that he never expected. And he was showing her that he was still interested in being part of her future, whatever that meant.
Buffy and Rafael were the long shot, but now? Well, it wasn't a sure thing, but it was nice, whatever it was. There's a lull in the conversation, laughter dying out as they lounge back on Buffy's bed. Leaned on his elbow, Rafael rolls his body towards her, free hand reaching out to carefully tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear. She blinks, slightly confused by the sudden affectionate gesture, but smiling still, tilting into the caress.
"Carina, there is nothing we would not do for each other, no?" The question comes from nowhere as far as Buffy's concerned.
"Y...es? You know those sort of questions are usually followed by things of the less good variety, right? It's the kind of thing that feels like there's a but behind it. Is there a but? There has to be a but." Buffy, stop saying but. This is terrible foreshadowing.
He chuckles. And instead of answering, leans in to press his lips softly to hers. It does little to explain what he means, but should hopefully make her less nervous that something bad will be coming next. And in part, maybe he needs this to work up the courage to speak again.
"I want you to do something for me." He barely breaks away from her mouth, words so quiet against her lips. "I'm not sure how to ask."
"You can ask me anything." She responds, chasing his mouth to press another kiss. Whatever he wants to ask? It comes with this and that's good enough for her.
"I have had certain... desires for some time, but did not know who to share them with. But I feel that they would be safe with you, Buffy. The bag I brought. I think it may be the time to open it." He told her that it was just something he had bought in town, had dodged the question. She had wondered about it, but had dropped it after he deflected the question. Now she was all the more confused.
Rolling over and out of bed, she grabs the bag and holds it by the handles, opens it wide to peer inside.
And promptly drops the whole thing on the floor.
"There's a- I think you might have gotten your bag switched at the store." She looks down at the bag, now fallen over, contents spilling out. A bottle of lube rolls out, coming to a stop against her foot.
"There is no mistake, carina. I purchased these items. For us."
"Yeah but you've already got- I mean I don't need two- Not that I don't appreciate the thought..."
"I think you misunderstand." He finally stops laying around in bed and gets up to take out the sex toy, revealing that it's not just a dildo, but a harness to strap it on. On someone without a penis. On her. "It is for me."
Oh.
"Oh." Buffy swallows hard, staring at the strap on before dragging her gaze to his face. "You mean you want me-? And then you-? You realize this isn't really the kind of thing you just spring on someone right?"
Rafael gives a slightly embarrassed sort of laugh. "I did not think there would ever be a way to ease into it."
"Think that's what the lube's for." She quips back without a second thought. Immediately her cheeks redden. "Uhm. Okay. So... say I'm not opposed to the idea. Do you mean you want to... Now?"
"No time like the present, no? Tomorrow may never come. I am tired of waiting to ask for what I want." Another time, Buffy might realize that this is the exact perfect time to voice that vaginal sex would be something she is tired of waiting to ask for. She would also like to be fucked. Hello? Bueller?
She can't say no to him. Not when he's got his puppy dog eyes on her. It's slightly disturbing how easy it is to convince her, but if it's what he wants and if he only feel comfortable with asking her? She's not going to turn him down. And part of her may be pleased that she's at least able to boldly go where not even Jade went before. So she answers by closing the distance between them and kissing him, giving her answer with lips and tongue and teeth.
They tumble into bed, leaving the strap on and the lube off to one side of the bed while they return to making out like teenagers, tearing clothing off of one another until they're both completely nude and she's breaking away to reach blindly for the the lube. Finding a bottle, she slicks up two of her fingers, but after a glance back at the toy Rafael had bought, she adds more to coat a third. She's being thorough!
The sound he makes when she slips her middle finger inside of him should not be legal. That beautiful accent, whispering things that are quite possibly obscene. It's more Italian than English at this point, but she doesn't care, so long as he keeps moaning like that in time with the movement of her finger. She waits until his hips are moving more than her hand before she slowly works in her index finger as well, curling and scissoring her fingers. She's making it up as she goes, but she definitely knows that he'll need to be looser to take on the real deal. Buffy's ring finger joins the party and Rafael grips the sheets of her bed tight, tensing up for a moment. She's gentle with him, coaxing him through it with encouraging words. Her other hand reaches to stroke him, hoping that it might help.
"Buffy... please." The desperate way he asks for her makes her pause, realizing only then just how warm she feels, how she's clenching her thighs and shifting her hips in time with the thrusts of her fingers. She's into this. She's not sure if it's the act itself or just him, but... Buffy's no longer on the fence.
"Hang on." She pulls away slowly, unable to stop from smiling at his disappointed moan at the loss of her. Standing beside the bed, she steps into the harness and pulls it over her hips. Looking down, it feels bigger now that it's on her small frame. It's no longer a dildo. It's her cock. And it's big and black and bobbing as she climbs back into bed. Rafael can't take his eyes off of her, mouth hanging slightly open as he watches her return. He only nods mutely, even if she didn't ask a question. A quick glance from Buffy down to Rafael's lap tells her without a doubt that he's still interested. "Turn around."
He obeys, flipping over onto his hands and knees. the height difference here will do them no favors. Buffy guides his knees further apart until he's at a better angle. Reaching over, she grabs the lube again and runs her hand over her cock. She has to think of it like that. It somehow makes this less weird. She's mesmerized by the sight of her hand stroking along the firmness, pumping her fist one more time than necessary just because she likes the way it looks. Focus, Summers.
Approaching him, she steadies a hand on his hip while her other hand holds the base of her cock and presses the head against his entrance. She thinks to try to say something encouraging here, but literally nothing is the right thing to say when you're about to fuck your pop star not!boyfriend in the ass with a strap on.
Rafael takes care of the vocalization part once she presses towards him, filling the room with a long moan as Buffy works on filling him. There's just a lot of filling going on. She's careful to move slowly, letting him adjust with shallow thrusts before pressing deeper. Soon, she's buried to the hilt, gripping both sides of his hips and holding him close, unmoving.
"You okay?" She says finally, finding her breath coming in shorter pants. Her stimulation has been minimal but she's getting off on his reaction right now and he is delivering. The curly head of hair beneath her nods before he shifts his hips, moving against her. Using a bit more strength than she probably needed to, Buffy grabs at his hips and pulls him firmly back, keeping him still. "No. Let me do it."
Rafael groans, breathing out a strained si at the end of it. Buffy keeps a hold of him, working her hips back and forth at a steady pace, finding her rhythm. Beneath her, Rafael continues to use that beautiful voice of his to cry out for her, the sounds rising in pitch and volume. Buffy's well aware of her Slayer strength and only using enough of it to give him a time he can't find anywhere else. Her hips snap against his ass in a way that's both gentle and brutal.
Even without knowing all of his nuances in bed, she can tell that he's close, or that he would like to be. She's not sure if he can manage to get off like this or if he needs a hand. She decides to make the decision for him and bends to reach for his cock, finding it painfully hard, uselessly humping against the mattress in time with her thrusts. Her small hand grips him, sliding along with the help of residual lube. The combination of the sensation is exactly what Rafael needs. A few more thrusts and he's spilling all over her hand and onto her sheets. Buffy's hand and hips slow in unison. She watches as Rafael slumps forward, supporting more of his weight on his arms, trying desperately to catch his breath.
"That was... You were..." Words are failing him and this time it isn't because of his questionable grasp of the English language. As Buffy pulls back out of him and sheds the strap on, she's quick to join him back in bed, brushing back damp curls from his forehead.
"You're welcome." She can't bring herself to just ask him if he would pretty please fuck her brains out. Thankfully, he seems to read the disappointment lingering in her eyes.
"Give me a moment to compose myself and perhaps we can explore other desire we may have. The night is still young, I think."
Buffy perks visibly. "Definitely young. So young. I actually don't think I need to sleep at all for the next week, if you want to just spend it in this bed with me instead." He laughs at her eagerness, leaning in to kiss her softly.
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Buffy and Rafael were the long shot, but now? Well, it wasn't a sure thing, but it was nice, whatever it was. There's a lull in the conversation, laughter dying out as they lounge back on Buffy's bed. Leaned on his elbow, Rafael rolls his body towards her, free hand reaching out to carefully tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear. She blinks, slightly confused by the sudden affectionate gesture, but smiling still, tilting into the caress.
"Carina, there is nothing we would not do for each other, no?" The question comes from nowhere as far as Buffy's concerned.
"Y...es? You know those sort of questions are usually followed by things of the less good variety, right? It's the kind of thing that feels like there's a but behind it. Is there a but? There has to be a but." Buffy, stop saying but. This is terrible foreshadowing.
He chuckles. And instead of answering, leans in to press his lips softly to hers. It does little to explain what he means, but should hopefully make her less nervous that something bad will be coming next. And in part, maybe he needs this to work up the courage to speak again.
"I want you to do something for me." He barely breaks away from her mouth, words so quiet against her lips. "I'm not sure how to ask."
"You can ask me anything." She responds, chasing his mouth to press another kiss. Whatever he wants to ask? It comes with this and that's good enough for her.
"I have had certain... desires for some time, but did not know who to share them with. But I feel that they would be safe with you, Buffy. The bag I brought. I think it may be the time to open it." He told her that it was just something he had bought in town, had dodged the question. She had wondered about it, but had dropped it after he deflected the question. Now she was all the more confused.
Rolling over and out of bed, she grabs the bag and holds it by the handles, opens it wide to peer inside.
And promptly drops the whole thing on the floor.
"There's a- I think you might have gotten your bag switched at the store." She looks down at the bag, now fallen over, contents spilling out. A bottle of lube rolls out, coming to a stop against her foot.
"There is no mistake, carina. I purchased these items. For us."
"Yeah but you've already got- I mean I don't need two- Not that I don't appreciate the thought..."
"I think you misunderstand." He finally stops laying around in bed and gets up to take out the sex toy, revealing that it's not just a dildo, but a harness to strap it on. On someone without a penis. On her. "It is for me."
Oh.
"Oh." Buffy swallows hard, staring at the strap on before dragging her gaze to his face. "You mean you want me-? And then you-? You realize this isn't really the kind of thing you just spring on someone right?"
Rafael gives a slightly embarrassed sort of laugh. "I did not think there would ever be a way to ease into it."
"Think that's what the lube's for." She quips back without a second thought. Immediately her cheeks redden. "Uhm. Okay. So... say I'm not opposed to the idea. Do you mean you want to... Now?"
"No time like the present, no? Tomorrow may never come. I am tired of waiting to ask for what I want." Another time, Buffy might realize that this is the exact perfect time to voice that vaginal sex would be something she is tired of waiting to ask for. She would also like to be fucked. Hello? Bueller?
She can't say no to him. Not when he's got his puppy dog eyes on her. It's slightly disturbing how easy it is to convince her, but if it's what he wants and if he only feel comfortable with asking her? She's not going to turn him down. And part of her may be pleased that she's at least able to boldly go where not even Jade went before. So she answers by closing the distance between them and kissing him, giving her answer with lips and tongue and teeth.
They tumble into bed, leaving the strap on and the lube off to one side of the bed while they return to making out like teenagers, tearing clothing off of one another until they're both completely nude and she's breaking away to reach blindly for the the lube. Finding a bottle, she slicks up two of her fingers, but after a glance back at the toy Rafael had bought, she adds more to coat a third. She's being thorough!
The sound he makes when she slips her middle finger inside of him should not be legal. That beautiful accent, whispering things that are quite possibly obscene. It's more Italian than English at this point, but she doesn't care, so long as he keeps moaning like that in time with the movement of her finger. She waits until his hips are moving more than her hand before she slowly works in her index finger as well, curling and scissoring her fingers. She's making it up as she goes, but she definitely knows that he'll need to be looser to take on the real deal. Buffy's ring finger joins the party and Rafael grips the sheets of her bed tight, tensing up for a moment. She's gentle with him, coaxing him through it with encouraging words. Her other hand reaches to stroke him, hoping that it might help.
"Buffy... please." The desperate way he asks for her makes her pause, realizing only then just how warm she feels, how she's clenching her thighs and shifting her hips in time with the thrusts of her fingers. She's into this. She's not sure if it's the act itself or just him, but... Buffy's no longer on the fence.
"Hang on." She pulls away slowly, unable to stop from smiling at his disappointed moan at the loss of her. Standing beside the bed, she steps into the harness and pulls it over her hips. Looking down, it feels bigger now that it's on her small frame. It's no longer a dildo. It's her cock. And it's big and black and bobbing as she climbs back into bed. Rafael can't take his eyes off of her, mouth hanging slightly open as he watches her return. He only nods mutely, even if she didn't ask a question. A quick glance from Buffy down to Rafael's lap tells her without a doubt that he's still interested. "Turn around."
He obeys, flipping over onto his hands and knees. the height difference here will do them no favors. Buffy guides his knees further apart until he's at a better angle. Reaching over, she grabs the lube again and runs her hand over her cock. She has to think of it like that. It somehow makes this less weird. She's mesmerized by the sight of her hand stroking along the firmness, pumping her fist one more time than necessary just because she likes the way it looks. Focus, Summers.
Approaching him, she steadies a hand on his hip while her other hand holds the base of her cock and presses the head against his entrance. She thinks to try to say something encouraging here, but literally nothing is the right thing to say when you're about to fuck your pop star not!boyfriend in the ass with a strap on.
Rafael takes care of the vocalization part once she presses towards him, filling the room with a long moan as Buffy works on filling him. There's just a lot of filling going on. She's careful to move slowly, letting him adjust with shallow thrusts before pressing deeper. Soon, she's buried to the hilt, gripping both sides of his hips and holding him close, unmoving.
"You okay?" She says finally, finding her breath coming in shorter pants. Her stimulation has been minimal but she's getting off on his reaction right now and he is delivering. The curly head of hair beneath her nods before he shifts his hips, moving against her. Using a bit more strength than she probably needed to, Buffy grabs at his hips and pulls him firmly back, keeping him still. "No. Let me do it."
Rafael groans, breathing out a strained si at the end of it. Buffy keeps a hold of him, working her hips back and forth at a steady pace, finding her rhythm. Beneath her, Rafael continues to use that beautiful voice of his to cry out for her, the sounds rising in pitch and volume. Buffy's well aware of her Slayer strength and only using enough of it to give him a time he can't find anywhere else. Her hips snap against his ass in a way that's both gentle and brutal.
Even without knowing all of his nuances in bed, she can tell that he's close, or that he would like to be. She's not sure if he can manage to get off like this or if he needs a hand. She decides to make the decision for him and bends to reach for his cock, finding it painfully hard, uselessly humping against the mattress in time with her thrusts. Her small hand grips him, sliding along with the help of residual lube. The combination of the sensation is exactly what Rafael needs. A few more thrusts and he's spilling all over her hand and onto her sheets. Buffy's hand and hips slow in unison. She watches as Rafael slumps forward, supporting more of his weight on his arms, trying desperately to catch his breath.
"That was... You were..." Words are failing him and this time it isn't because of his questionable grasp of the English language. As Buffy pulls back out of him and sheds the strap on, she's quick to join him back in bed, brushing back damp curls from his forehead.
"You're welcome." She can't bring herself to just ask him if he would pretty please fuck her brains out. Thankfully, he seems to read the disappointment lingering in her eyes.
"Give me a moment to compose myself and perhaps we can explore other desire we may have. The night is still young, I think."
Buffy perks visibly. "Definitely young. So young. I actually don't think I need to sleep at all for the next week, if you want to just spend it in this bed with me instead." He laughs at her eagerness, leaning in to kiss her softly.
"Do not tempt me, carina."