ABSOK- lemonade

Chapter 20: Ruin My Life/Use Me

"I'm asking you to ruin my life." Like magic, his words did the trick. Ren's grey eyes softened, her long lashes fluttering as she processed his declaration. A small, mischievous grin spread across her face, lighting up her features. With a grace that seemed effortless, she slid across the plush leather seats to sit next to him, causing a breath to catch in his throat. He could feel her temperature increasing beneath the black velvet of her dress, could feel the heat of her blood contrasted with the cool leather beneath them.

Something sparked between them as Ren looked down and knocked her knees into his, he followed her gaze to where her fingertips gripped the hem of her black dress. Suddenly the limousine felt much smaller, the air much warmer, something was crackling in the air between them as Ren pulled up the hem of her dress, revealing her thighs slowly. Her body was pressed into his side, as he looked down he could see the curve of her eyelashes, the way her black dress hugged her curves, the soft flesh of her thighs tremble a little as the car moved.

Ren reached over for his hand and parted her legs as she pulled him towards her. Shoto's hand was mere inches from reaching under her dress when he held his hand still, not letting her pull him in any further. Ren looked up to him, a small pout making her full lower lip glisten deliciously. Shoto licked his lips before his eyes flicked over to the partition between them and the driver.

"Ren," she smiled as the young hero was unable to maintain his usual commanding tone; he spoke her name with a slight tremble, like something was completely throwing off his authoritative nature, like he was moments from giving in to her. "We will be home in five minutes," he was practically pleading with her but Ren was having far too much fun watching him become completely undone in the backseat of her limousine.

"So make me come in four,' she instructed him, the coffee and vanilla of her perfume drawing him in to kiss her even as he shook his head. How did she know what to say, how to look, how to breathe, how to touch him, to be completely in control of him? Before either of them had time to register what was happening, her tongue was in his mouth as his fingers reached between her thighs.

He made her come in three minutes. Twice.

Half an hour later, a trail of clothes littered the hallway in Ren's apartment, like breadcrumbs leading to the bedroom. Ren's designer dress lay discarded casually by the bedroom door, a luxurious pile of black velvet and gold. The apartment was humid, condensation fogging up the windows as waves of hot and cold met in the air, turning everything a little sticky, making it a little harder to breathe. Quiet, muffled sounds of pleasure and desperation echoed throughout the apartment; whispers of each other's names, gasps of delighted surprise, grunts of dissatisfaction as they grasped at one another, hungry for more.

In the dim light of Ren's bedroom, on the luxurious satin sheets, Ren unbuttoned Shoto's shirt, watching as his body stretched and clenched and flexed as he helped her remove the last piece of their clothing. Her grey eyes softened, her lips swollen from kissing him, as she watched the way his hair fell away from his forehead as he lent down to kiss her again. His eyes shimmered in the lamplight as he looked at her with a mixture of lust and awe while pulling apart her legs so he could be as close to her as possible. As they closed the distance between them, his body pressed down against her, every inch of skin contact, every gentle brush of their fingertips, seemed to stoke a gentle fire that was building between them. The hard lines of the young hero's body met her soft curves with an ease that felt like coming home.

Shoto's temperatures diverged, as they usually did in sex, his left side hotter, his right side colder. On Ren's left side she felt his heat send small sparks like flames deep into her bloodstream, on her right side his lips kissed her until her own were numb from the cold. He affected her more than he should and she knew why. She knew it was their quirks interacting; her body responded to him as though she conducted or amplified his two quirks. To him it felt like she could take a little pain, take all of him despite the small trembles of discomfort. Occasionally she could dampen his affect on her, weaken him, take away his strength, much like she did outside of sex. They affected one another like a drug, deep down on some molecular level, they could spark nerve endings into life, send sharp bolts of electricity through each other.