itinere | open | so I keep doin' my own thing; walkin' tall against the rain

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open | so I keep doin' my own thing; walkin' tall against the rain

Derek had somehow gotten away with not getting sick more than a headache that was just getting worse and worse as time moves on. It was never so bad that he couldn't work though it though, not as bad as so many others in the city (knock on wood). So every morning he went into the rec center to put in a full day's work. Every evening he went to check on those people he knew here in Itinere who were sick. He took them food and medicine and whatever else they might need. And he tried not to get sicker himself.

At the rec center, throughout each day, Derek stayed busy. Some days he worked with the treadmills, weights and parallel bars. Some days he worked with the punching bag and settled in a training room to go through his judo moves. Some days he did laps in the pool. Some days he was out on the basketball courts shooting some hoops.

Every day, he helped out whoever came into the place. While people are sick, after people are feeling better. Derek is there.

When Derek isn't at the rec center he can be found around the City in various places. Sometimes he's at the market picking up odds and ends. Sometimes he's at the park walking or jogging on the trails with earbuds in his ears, music from his iPod blaring loudly in his ears. Sometimes he's driving down the streets and up into the twists and turns of the roads in the mountains on his bike from home, which had magically appeared recently. Sometimes he's stopping at the burger joint, because Derek has a hard time resisting a good burger now and then. But really, who doesn't?

ooc: Open catch all for Derek all the way into June. So even if you're sick, you can chat with him when you aren't sick anymore too.

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Cool air on that newly exposed skin in contrast to those warm kisses on his skin drives him wild. His hand buries itself in those soft curls of her hair at the back of her head. The other hand brushes that hair back so he can look down and watch.

What he sees is... yes, that's a pretty picture. His hard cock sliding between her ample breasts. Yes.

His breath catches in his throat at the sight. "Oh damn..." His hips lift as much as he can so he can fuck her cleavage. The entire world is this right now. And this is so damn hot.

When she can, Venus kisses the tip of Derek's cock, letting him move as he pleases. She presses her breasts together to give him more friction even as her own arousal throbs. "Gonna give me this, baby? Gonna fill me so good with this?"

"Yeah." The word is a heavy exhale of air as succumbs to what the erotic visual of his cock between her breasts does to him coupled with the tenor of Venus's words. He's so hard, already leaking. Venus did this to him, affected him this way. And he felt he had barely done anything.

"I'm gonna give it to you." He reaches out to run a thumb over one of her nipples, his other elbow supporting his weight up just enough so he can watch her.

Then, perhaps, she'll give it to him. Wouldn't that be something? She hasn't but one or two times, really. Very few, after all, are that kinky as to be fucked by a woman with breasts.

"Can you reach your lube, lover?" she asks, voice still low, arching her back, getting closer to his touch. "So I can get myself ready for you."

It might not surprise Venus, and it might embarrass Derek just a little, that all he has to do is reach to the pillows at the top of the bed to pull the lube out from underneath one. Meaning, that it has been recently used. He's hoping she won't realize that that's why it's so handy. He barely even had to move to get it.

"I want you." He says.

What's wrong with pleasure? Not one thing.

Taking the lube, all Venus has to do is nudge the strap of the thong aside, slick her fingers and start to open herself up for him. And yes, she is talented enough that she doesn't have to move away, letting him fuck her cleavage as he would like.

It might also embarrass him a little that there's also a flesh-like rubber dildo hidden there as well. But she hasn't seen that. And maybe he can slip it safely into the drawer of his bedside table without her noticing it.

Right now, all he's concerned with is lying back and reaching out to press her breasts together around his cock while he pushes up to thrust between them. She's contorted herself to make this work for the both of them. He knows how experienced she is. But if this isn't evident of that, he doesn't know what is.

"Come on, baby." He says. "Sit down on me." He wants her to ride his hard cock so badly.

The dildo might be some fun. But that will come later, when they feel just that little bit more comfortable with each other, that little bit more trusting.

With a gasp, she pulls her fingers free of herself and has to sit up straight to do what he wants (and what she wants, lest anyone doubt). One hand braces herself on Derek's fine chest, the other holds his cock up straight, so that she can begin to fuck herself down on it.

"Oh," she moans. It has been a bit of time, you see and he's big and the stretch and burn are good. Her back his arched, her hair mussed, eyes dark as she looks at him, taking him inside her a little bit at a time. She's fully seated after a moment and gives him a playful squeeze and a smile.

He lets go of those beautiful ample breasts as she sits upright on top of him. Derek still isn't used to looking down and seeing the same equipment as his own and for a moment he stares as she lowers herself on top of him. It's something he thinks someday will be old hat.

God, yes. It feels like heaven if heaven still had room for people like him and Venus. Derek isn't sure he belongs there though, not as he has such a troubled relationship with the man upstairs.

She feels tight around him, burning hot and tight and it feels so good he emits a low groan to go with her moan. "Damn, you feel so good." His hands slide up her thighs, the backs of the knuckles of one hand slide tentatively up along the underside of her length. He hasn't been so turned on as he is now and in a very long time. It's all Venus.

That he doesn't shy away from her downstairs bits? That's something of a revelation really. When he was under the spell, sure, lust and all that could explain how Derek had reacted before.

But now? Well, now, there's no other excuse but desire. Venus doesn't believe that men get carried away by lust, you see. No one ever entirely loses their wits. Brains don't exist entirely in one's penis.

So, at that little bit of a touch, Venus shivers all over. "You feel good too, lover." Big and thick and delicious.

She shifts her hips a little, then starts to rock, keeping Derek seated deep in her at first, just letting them both soak up the sensations, watching his face, gauging his reactions and adjusting accordingly.

He's perhaps more uncertain than he would normally be. Unsteady in the newness of being with her and and the way he's given up a bit of his control he usually clings so tightly to. But no, he doesn't shy away from all the parts of Venus.

Derek doesn't believe he's capable of getting carried away by lust, whether such a thing exists or not. He thinks too much to just lose himself to feeling whatever he feels. No, his actions are his own choice. Almost always. Good or bad.

That brush of his fingers turns into a hold as his fingers curl around the width of her. Another thrill spikes through him as she shifts and moves on top of him. Oh damn, she moves just right. His entire body shifts and moves to accommodate, an attempt to get more, deeper, harder. His hips occasionally push up as she falls on top of him.

"Oh... damn." He curses, free hand gripping tightly to her thigh while his other works her cock as she moves.

Venus all but whimpers with that hand, strong and sure, around her. She leans back, fingers resting on Derek's thighs as she moves, not holding back in those sounds, throaty and pleasure-filled.

Derek is doing a fine job in catapulting her toward her climax. Her heavy breasts may not jiggle but they move when she moves. When she moves down and he moves up, her eyes fall shut.

"Oh, darlin'," she whispers. "I am gonna come."

"Fuck. Me too..." Derek only truly curses when he isn't really thinking about it. But how can he think about anything but this right now?

His hips buck up to meet each time she slams down to sit on his cock. His hand can already feel the slick of her pre as he jerks her off in time with their union. As if the visual isn't enough, what she makes him feel... every inch of him is coiled tightly, read to snap.

His other hand slaps down against her hip and squeezes hard as he cants his head back, pushes his hips up and shudders through his release with a heady groan.

Crying out with a near-wail worthy of any porn queen but sincere nonetheless, Venus comes with her eyes closed, not seeing how she is painting veritable ribbons across Derek's chest, not having the muscle wherewithal nor the wits about her to do anything about it.

She still moves, milking it for all it is worth, her head loose on her neck, loud sounds giving way to moans, to gasps, to hums of pleasure. Her whole body is tingling and feeling good as evidenced on her face when she finally opens her eyes.

Derek feels those warm rivulets of spunk land on his chest, some even hitting his chin. And oh damn, he has never ever been cum on like that before. It's startling. And yet it does nothing to diminish his own orgasm, the way his is prolonged with her continued rocking on top of him as well.

His chest is still heaving, drawing in deep breaths of trembling air when he finally opens his eyes, laid out beneath her covered in her pleasure. He stares up at the ceiling for a moment, then looks to her, his thumb pressing into the dip at the head of her cock to swipe away and excess and smear it between her thighs.

"Hot damn, mama. You're gonna drive me crazy." He says softly, his voice a deep, sexy rumble of a man who is just on this side of a helluva fuck.

Venus is mussed and working to catch her breath as well. She braces her hands on his chest, fingers tracing along his muscles. "That makes two of us, handsome."

It is rare indeed where she comes, and coming this hard is something of a magical happening, like a sexual unicorn.

Taking another deep breath, she pulls off of him and rolls to her side, looking for the inevitable box of tissues all men have so that she can wipe him up quickly. Her whole body is still tingling, still alive and thrumming.

She likes it.

If Derek has anything to say about it, and he thinks he does, Venus will always feel just as good as he does when they're together. He lets her clean him off, yes, even his chin, letting her scrub really good there into his scruffy goatee.

Then he rolls lazily to the side, places a hand at her side and leans in to kiss her. Slow and sweet, almost luxurious... a silent and intimate thank you.

"You feel as good as I do?" He asks.

"Perhaps better," she tells him with a smile, tapping his chin with a manicured finger. "I usually don't - well ... "

Her eyes flick away and back and she confesses, "if I am in such an intimate situation with someone, it is not usually where they can be ... well ... painted as such with bodily fluids."

Usually, if she's fucked, in other words, she's been fucked from behind; that's much easier to deal with for most people, you see.

That makes Derek special in a very intimate, very way.

That confession both makes his brow furrow and his skin feel warm with the memory of her cum on his skin. He eyes her curiously over exactly what kind of guys she's been with in the past. Because the sound like assholes. Venus deserves better than that.

"Well you've moved on from that." His fingertips lightly brush some of her wavy locks of hair out of her face. "Now you've got me."

He smirks. "Although, I've never been come on like that before. That's a first." Which in turn, makes her special in a very intimate way.

"If I promise to wash you clean, does that make up for it?" Venus asks, her smile crooked.

Does she have him, really? What an idea that is. It makes her face feel warm.

There are other ways, too, of course, to deal with that issue, which she is entirely open to talking about if it means that they can do that again.

"Sweetheart, you've got nothin' to make up for." He says, a lazy boyish sort of grin on his lips. A grin, because he's about to toss some flirtation her way. "Although I'm not opposed to bein' washed clean."

He just his chin out, as if to reach up to her with his lips. "Not opposed to another kiss either."

"Is that so?" she asks, coy, too, smiling and looking alltogether as pleased as she feels with this turn of events. Leaning in, she closes the distance, giving him a kiss, then another, lingering there against his lips.

It's been quite an adventure they've been on, hasn't it? Perhaps there's no other way. But, she kind of likes how things are now, so she'll not complain.

"You, Derek Morgan," she tells him, "are a sexy, sexy, man."

"It's so." He tells her, happily accepting each of those kisses, his smiles gently reforming between them so that she can almost feel them against her own lips when she lingers there.

Derek rolls up onto his side, closer, all the better to kiss her now. His hand rests gently on her hip. These kisses are sweet and somehow thrilling to him. They have that strange mixture of the familiar and the taboo. But there's no doubt that he's attracted to Venus.

He chuckles, leaning back just enough to look into her eyes, rolling his bottom lip through his teeth to taste more of her even when they aren't kissing. "I dunno, I think you have sexy pinned down, riding me like you did." It was so damn hot.

And isn't it startling that he had been on the bottom, and still found it hot. That was a first as well. "Or maybe you had me pinned down. Maybe both."

"Oh, darlin'. If I had you pinned down, you'd know it. I have a vinyl cat suit that can be brought in for the whole sensation," she tells him, teasing, fingernail tracing along his jaw.

Another kiss and she murmurs, "I haven't been with a man like that before you came along, you know. It's ... refreshing. And sexy."

Brows arch high when she tells him that. His hands slide smoothly over her hip and side as he digests that information and tries to decide how to react to it. "No doubt I'd know it, beautiful." He says.

And then quickly. "But hold up, hold up. You've got a what?"

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