In most situations, Mira was always following behind someone else. She wouldn’t be the one making plans or guiding the group, she’d be the one in the back following someone else’s orders. Yes, there were times when she was put in charge, but that was when no one else wanted to. She didn’t have a charismatic personality to woo a crowd. She didn’t have the organization and drive of a leader. She was just Mira.

But, in only a select few situations did Mira act dominantly. In situations that had a body below her, smooth, delicate and strong, his muscles ripping underneath his kissable skin, did she act so brashly. So instinctively. Someone locked inside her craved such a body that whimpered to her touch and moaned to her fingers and screamed to her punishing slaps.

Deimos laid on the bed on his knees, his reddened, spanked ass hoisted up in the air. His thighs trembled as his hole puckered, and dripped lube and saliva. It dripped down his taint to his pink cock, mixing in with the precum and semen that drooled out of the reddened trip. Softly, Mira slid her hands up the backs of his thighs, feeling and seeing him tense up to her ghostly tough, and gasped when she slid her hands across his ass, feeling how hot his skin was from her hard spanks he desperately called out for. She kissed up his ass to his hips, leaving chaste love bites across his sensitive skin. Deimos groaned into his pillow, hips shaking slightly when Mira dipped down again to lick up his wrecked hole.

“M-Mira, c-christ,” he whined. She hummed and paid even more attention to his puckering hole. She stretched him out and dug her nails into his skin, leaving pink, possessive crescents behind. He let out another string of curses in English and Greek as she ate him out, his words coming out aggressive in the beginning until Mira licked deeper and they turned into chaste mewls of delight. He hummed and shook his hips to her mouth, wanting so much more as she tasted all over him. She licked down is taint and kissed between his thighs, slowly and painfully to feel him tremble underneath her tongue. He groaned again, this time glancing over at her desperately.

“O-Oh my g-god, M-Mira,” he whimpered, eyes dewy. He was overwhelmed and Mira knew it. A little part of her wondered if she was going too far, but Deimos and Mira knew their safe words and their boundaries.

And Deimos’ was very…flexible.

“S-Spank me, f-fuck me!” He moaned when Mira paid too much attention with his thigh highs again. (The fucking sight of him in thigh highs and a babydoll killed her)

This was their umpteenth round, and Deimos was way beyond oversensitive now. The summer sun had already set hours ago, the apartment lit up by silver moonlight and golden lamp light. It made Deimos look ethereal and fucking hot, which kept fueling Mira’s urge to keep going and going. His skin was dewy with sweat, both their bronze bodies lit golden underneath the lamp light. It was still hot, but it was a different kind of summer heat that warmed inside of her and clung to her skin.

“This will be the last round, babe,” she whispered softly in his ear. He nodded and she smiled softly. Both of them knew they were exhausted. Both of them knew they tried to prolong this night as much as they could, because they knew it was going to be another three weeks until they could love each other so intimately again. Sex wasn’t the focal point of their relationship, but it was one of the most intense parts about it.

As gently as possible, Mira fingered Deimos’ sensitive insides as she prepped the toy. He relaxed against the bed, rutting slowly against the sheets as she stretched him out with three fingers, their spit and lube dripping down his thighs. She was dizzy at the sight, and even dizzier as she watched Deimos’ whole body tense when she slowly pushed in the vibrator. His back muscles rippled, ass taut and thighs tensed. His hands snaked down to slowly jack himself off, his other hand clinging onto the wet sheets desperately. Mira sat on her knees and slid her legs underneath his, their bodies fitting together. It was like Mira was really fucking him, her body bent over his as their lower halves slotted together. Her heart rammed against her chest, her pussy throbbed. She fucking loved this…position. Any position that had Deimos’ legs open wide for her to feast. It was an erotic sight watching her boyfriend slowly unravel with her rough yet gentle touch. She sighed and began touching herself, her little moans alerting Deimos as he twisted around to see his partner rubbing her clit to the sight of him. His emerald eyes widened in surprise, but quickly turned into a simmering heat that Mira trembled to. He was devouring her with his eyes, those green eyes taking in every detail of the slight quiver of her lip and shake of her hips. She grinned at him and he grinned back.

“D-Do you want to take a shower after this?” He asked suddenly.

“What?” She chuckled, slowing down the pace.

His cheeks were red. “I could return the favour,” he muttered, cryptic and coy again. It took Mira a few seconds to understand, but when she did, she grinned and kissed his lower back.

“I’d like that,” she purred. “An ice cold shower with a little bit of fingering would be great.”

Deimos burst out laughing. “Subtle. I was trying to make this sexy.”

She bit her lip, giggling. “Don’t worry, you’re sexy enough.”

He smiled at her. “If this is our last round, I want to face you.”

Secretly, Mira wanted that too. Gently, she pulled out and let him flop onto his back, both of them giggling softly as they embraced each other in a sticky hug. Mira nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck for a moment, sighing softly. Deimos kissed the top of her head down to her cheeks and to her lips, however, Mira stopped him in the nick of time to point out, “Dude, I ate you out.”

“I’m clean,” he murmured, nuzzling their noses together. “Also, you ate me out, you deserve a fucking kiss.”

She smirked and kissed him. He kissed back with a ferocity that left Mira tingling. Then, she went back to fucking Deimos, his legs propped open wide and to her sides as they slotted together again. Now that Mira could focus all her attention on her partner and not worry about not getting off, she resumed a punishing pace that Deimos absolutely adored. His back curled up and legs stretched when Mira turned up the settings high to drill right on his prostate, another string of curses in complete Greek this time came out of him. He gasped and moaned loudly, at this point not caring if his neighbours heard him, and grinded hungrily on the toy. Mira pushed his sweaty babydoll out of the way to lick up his chest, tasting his sweet sweat on her tongue as she fucked him deep and hard. Mira pressed hard on his prostate, the boy seizing up and hips jolting upwards, Mira sliding further closer to him now, his hips off the bed and soft ass on her knees. With her free hand, she slid her hands up and down his thighs and ass, squeezing his ass possessively whenever she pushed in deep to pleasure his sweet spot.

“F-Fuck, sp-spank me,” he gasped, shivering in delight.

Mira bit her lip and playfully slapped his ass, Deimos loving the burn of it. She did it again harder, and he grinded against the toy.

“Are you going to cum by just your ass?” Mira growled softly.

Deimos’ eyes widened and he gnawed on his lip. His reddened cock bobbed to Mira’s thrusts, painfully hard with one little touch sending him over the edge. Coyly, he nodded.

“Fuck me harder,” he whined.

Mira grinned and threw one of his legs over her shoulder. Immediately, she vamped up the toy to the highest setting and fucked his wrecked hole hard, drilling his oversensitive prostate. Deimos seized up, a shocked gasp bubbling out of him that lead to pleasured screams. He bounced to the toy, gripping the sheets tight as he fucked himself. Mira couldn’t breathe, all her energy devoted to fucking Deimos into the mattress. She leaned close to him, one hand on his chest, the other fucking his dripping hole. She shoved the fat, vibrating toy as fast and as deep as her burning arm could make it, Deimos reacting lovely to her blows, screaming out obscenities and moaning out her name. She just kept going harder and harder and harder, Deimos barely catching up to speed. It made Mira’s blood boil at the sight of her boyfriend slowly losing his mind, his groans turning into a sputtering mess.

“I’m gonna cum,” he whimpered, hips trembling.

“Fucking cum,” she growled.

“M-Mira, g-god, I’m gonna c-cum,” he gasped out again and again. He couldn’t formulate anymore sentences and just moaned out her name over and over again. Mira rubbed his nipples as she felt his whole body rile up for one more tipping point, watching in slow motion as his eyes rolled to the back of his head when she pulled out and slammed down right on his prostate. She did only a few more thrusts until his whole body convulsed and he came all over his stomach. A particular beautiful high-pitched moan left his lips as cum dribbled out of his cock, Mira immediately silencing his loud screams with her lips. She kept fucking his wet, twitching hole as he rode off his orgasm high, body twitching with every little flick of Mira’s wrist. He milked himself dry as Mira kissed and fucked him deeply, eventually so fucked out that he gave up on moving all together. He gasped hard, face red and body numb. Mira slowed down and stopped the vibrations altogether, then as gently as possible pulled out the toy. Deimos groaned and suddenly his whole body convulsed with his head thrown back, hips shaking and legs quivering.

“H-Holy f-fuck,” he whimpered out desperately, eyes wide. He couldn’t stop trembling and clutched onto Mira, this sort of jumbled high-pitched moan escaping his lips. Mira just watched in awe. Then, he collapsed against the bed, gasping hard and sweaty.

For a moment, Mira just stared at him.

“Did you just…have a dry orgasm?” She said softly.

Deimos was still panting hard, his eyes dewy. He said nothing.

“You fucking did,” she gasped.

His eyebrows furrowed. “S-Shut up,” he muttered.

Mira smiled at him and slipped out between his thighs to the side of him. Slowly, she rubbed and massaged his tense muscles, kissing his skin occasionally. “That was hot,” she commented with a grin.

Deimos grunted in response.

“Are you ok?” Mira asked softly.

He looked at her, a mental battle happening beneath those eyes. Suddenly, he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close into another bruising kiss. When they parted, Deimos’ tense expression relaxed. His hand snaked up to her ass and squeezed her playfully.

“I’m fine,” he mumbled. His face was completely red. “T-That…was, u-uh,” he groaned and hid his face into his pillow. “That was fucking incredible,” he said in one, quick breath.

Mira giggled and kissed his neck. “It was incredible to watch.”

He glared at her, this cute Greek dork trying to hide himself with his pillow. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“But in a good way, right?” She joked.

His lips turned into a straight line and he groaned into his pillow again. He sighed. “Yeah,” he said through the pillow. He peeked a look at her again. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” she giggled.

“You wanna take that ice cold shower?”

She sneered. “Oh, that sexy ice cold shower I’ve heard about?”

“You jerk,” he grinned and rolled on top of her. Mira burst out laughing and tried to fight him off, but eventually ended up being pinned to the bed with soft lips against hers. When Deimos parted, he grinned happily and suddenly swung her off her feet.

“W-What the fuck,” she laughed, clinging to him. She was surprised he could carry her so nonchalantly. They were off the bed, a sweaty boy in a babydoll and thigh highs and a sweaty girl in Calvin Klein’s. Deimos twirled her around and both laughed hard when Deimos almost dropped her.

“To the shower!” Mira cheered.

Deimos rolled his eyes. “To the shower,” he growled playfully.

Mira burst out laughing again as he carried her into his bathroom.