Mira sat on Deimos’ lap, kissing him deeply. He groaned, his head dizzy and eyes distant as they parted, their faces flushed red and hearts beating fast.

God, it was hot.

The space between them, the air around them, the sheets they sat on, the breaths they made. Sweat dripped down Deimos’ chin and Mira licked at it. Inside her mouth was hot, between her thighs were hot, inside Deimos’ mouth was hot. In a daze, their lips connected again and Mira swirled her tongue around Deimos’. He twitched and shivered, his sweaty hands slipping under her shirt and ghosting up her spine. Deimos had a sensitive tongue and he liked deep kisses a lot. The look of his red and swollen lips excited Mira, and the noises he made were euphoric.

It’s been a while since they’ve just made out in his bedroom. Usually Mira has work or they’re over at Mira’s across town. And when stuff does get heated like this, it’s too damn hot or there’s the danger of roommates walking in. Summer has gone too quickly for both of them. Tomorrow they’re on the road and in America for a week. Then right after Deimos is going back to Greece for two weeks. Today and tonight is their last time to be together. And what a way to kick it off.

Throughout the month of getting to know Deimos’ body, Mira has noticed several things. He wasn’t joking when he said his nipples were sensitive. He also wasn’t joking about his infatuation with lingerie sexually. And from their little night after the exhibition, he loved being fingered. But what Mira didn’t know was the amount of sex toys he had. He liked being submissive to toys that brought him to that tipping point where he’s twitching and drooling in euphoria. He loved orgasm delay. Teasing him to that very edge where he’s about to cum and then forcibly pulling him back. He loves it. He loves pain. He loves teasing, he loves begging, and he loves spanking.

God, he was so hot.

The more Mira knew about Deimos’ sexuality, the more she craved him. Thirsted for him. Needed him. He and she fit perfectly together. Deimos knew more about her and her body as well. How she loved force on her or to her partner. How she loved kisses and hair pulling. How the nape of her neck was the most sensitive spot on her body for the exception of her clit that Deimos paid attention to very well. His hands and lips touched and explored every inch of her, kissing and licking her toes, her arms, her lips, her breasts and especially between her legs. She admitted to him one night that she did like him going down on her and that was one of the best decisions in her life. But, most of all, Deimos loved the fact that Mira liked being dominant. He loved her on top of him, he loved her being in control and she loved him back immensely for letting her do that.

They fit together.

“Mmngh,” Deimos whined into her mouth and his hips shook. Mira parted lips and stared down at him. His lips were slightly open, eyes dewy and hair a hot mess. She smiled, bit her lip and slid her hands down his neck to his chest, teasing his nipples through his clothes.

“It’s hot,” she murmured.

“It is,” he murmured back. His hands slid up to run his fingers through her wet hair. Both of them took a shower half an hour ago to cool off but it didn’t do anything to quell this heat.

“What do you want to do today?” Mira whispered into his ear, biting and sucking it afterwards. Deimos groaned and slipped both hands down her shorts to squeeze her ass.

“What do you want?” He muttered softly.

“Me?”

“Yeah.”

She hummed. “I’m ok with whatever excites you.”

His eyes went wide and he bit his lip softly. He was acting coy. And god, it made Mira want to shove him against the mattress and make out with him harder.

“What is it?” Mira smiled. She wanted to know everything that made him tick. She wanted to know what he lusted for. She wanted to know what turned him on.

He sucked in a breath when Mira leaned in closer, her hair slipping onto his face. “Can…Can I dress up? I got a cute babydoll and garters the other day…” His voice was small. Coy.

“Of course you can,” Mira chuckled. She kissed his nose and wrapped her arms around his head. “Anything else?”

His cheeks started to redden and shakily he sucked a breath. “C-Can you…fuck me?”

Mira blinked.

“I-I mean…m-maybe not actual pegging, b-but,” his voice was high and shaky. His face and ears were completely red now. Mira smiled and kissed him again.

“It’s ok, I’m fine with it,” she murmured. “I know what you mean.” Her hands slid down his arms, sending a shiver down Deimos’ spine. He whimpered and rested his head against her chest.

Deimos liked to be on the receiving end. Mira liked to give.

They fit together.