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kinkfestTitle: Reunion Pre-Celebration
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jlsigman
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP, language
Word count: 671
Prompt: June 25th - Devil May Cry, Dante/Gloria: Kinky disguise - “I say we give the kid a twenty minute start. However shall we spend that time?”
A/N: And so I end this round with pr0nz! Thanks everyone!
“Then I’ll just have to kick his ass.” Dante nodded to himself, and then slid his eyes towards Trish’s chest. “I say we give the kid a twenty minute head start.”
Trish smiled slyly at him, fully aware of his attention. “However shall we spend that time?” Dante’s arm was around her waist before she’d finished the sentence, and she leaned into him.
He didn’t kiss her, not right away. He spent several seconds with his nose buried in her hair, just breathing in the scent that was different from any other woman he’d known. She reached up and touched his face with a gentleness she didn’t often show, turning his head so their lips could meet. Mouths opened hungrily, tongues writhing together until they both had to stop to breathe.
His erection pressed against his jeans, and she rubbed her sensitive clit against it. There both made desperate moaning sounds, but he gently pushed her away. Her eyebrows went up at his lecherous grin. “Dante, what…?”
“Can you turn into that other outfit again?”
She stared at him. “You want…”
He nodded like a little boy. “Come on, you showed most everything to the kid during that fight, let me see it all,” he purred without jealousy.
She laughed, then stepped back another few steps. “As you wish,” she said, closing her eyes to concentrate. As she felt herself change, she heard the metallic clank and leathery slither as his sword and coat hit the floor. When she opened her eyes a few seconds later, he was already fumbling with the oversized buckle that held his leather chaps up over his red jeans. He saw her and stopped to take in the view, then gave a growl as he tried to get himself free again.
She didn’t want to wait any longer than she absolutely had to. She stepped forward and touched the top closing of his shirt, and thought, and they all came open at once. His hands were on her ass, moving under the back panel of her outfit to dive in between her legs while she wrangled his already dripping cock out of his pants. Trying to get the denim off of his hips was nearly impossible, but wriggling around seemed to help a little.
Their mouths locked together again, and it was fierce and primal as they pushed and maneuvered for control. Dante hit the edge of the bed, which they’d both forgotten was there, but he was too tangled in his pants and boots to do anything but fall onto his back. Trish-as-Gloria gave him a smile that was pure sex, bent over, and crawled on top of him. A warm and calloused hand slipped under her top and teased a nipple while the other slid to where she hovered just above his erection, pressing and circling and dipping into her until she came crashing down, filling herself up in one smooth motion that caused his back to arch and her name to come gasping past his lips.
While this wasn’t the real reunion – that would be days in bed with the phones unplugged, doors locked, and windows sealed – this frantic movement together started to dim the memories of the past weeks filled with Agnus’s ogling, Credo’s sneering disdain, Sanctus’s inspections, and a growing concern that she wouldn’t be able to warn Dante in time. She felt her control slipping, her orgasm coming on hard and fast, and didn’t try to rein it in. With a shout everything ground down and burst between her legs and behind her eyes and in her lungs. He easily rolled her over, still pumping into her, his teeth on her neck, on her earlobe, until he groaned her name and shuddered and molded himself to every inch of her skin.
They held each other, Trish back to her usual shape, Dante’s nose in her hair again. Then demon-sensitive ears picked up faint shouts, and both sighed. “I’m going to kick that kid’s ass,” Dante muttered as they rolled apart.
Author:
jlsigmanRating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP, language
Word count: 671
Prompt: June 25th - Devil May Cry, Dante/Gloria: Kinky disguise - “I say we give the kid a twenty minute start. However shall we spend that time?”
A/N: And so I end this round with pr0nz! Thanks everyone!
“Then I’ll just have to kick his ass.” Dante nodded to himself, and then slid his eyes towards Trish’s chest. “I say we give the kid a twenty minute head start.”
Trish smiled slyly at him, fully aware of his attention. “However shall we spend that time?” Dante’s arm was around her waist before she’d finished the sentence, and she leaned into him.
He didn’t kiss her, not right away. He spent several seconds with his nose buried in her hair, just breathing in the scent that was different from any other woman he’d known. She reached up and touched his face with a gentleness she didn’t often show, turning his head so their lips could meet. Mouths opened hungrily, tongues writhing together until they both had to stop to breathe.
His erection pressed against his jeans, and she rubbed her sensitive clit against it. There both made desperate moaning sounds, but he gently pushed her away. Her eyebrows went up at his lecherous grin. “Dante, what…?”
“Can you turn into that other outfit again?”
She stared at him. “You want…”
He nodded like a little boy. “Come on, you showed most everything to the kid during that fight, let me see it all,” he purred without jealousy.
She laughed, then stepped back another few steps. “As you wish,” she said, closing her eyes to concentrate. As she felt herself change, she heard the metallic clank and leathery slither as his sword and coat hit the floor. When she opened her eyes a few seconds later, he was already fumbling with the oversized buckle that held his leather chaps up over his red jeans. He saw her and stopped to take in the view, then gave a growl as he tried to get himself free again.
She didn’t want to wait any longer than she absolutely had to. She stepped forward and touched the top closing of his shirt, and thought, and they all came open at once. His hands were on her ass, moving under the back panel of her outfit to dive in between her legs while she wrangled his already dripping cock out of his pants. Trying to get the denim off of his hips was nearly impossible, but wriggling around seemed to help a little.
Their mouths locked together again, and it was fierce and primal as they pushed and maneuvered for control. Dante hit the edge of the bed, which they’d both forgotten was there, but he was too tangled in his pants and boots to do anything but fall onto his back. Trish-as-Gloria gave him a smile that was pure sex, bent over, and crawled on top of him. A warm and calloused hand slipped under her top and teased a nipple while the other slid to where she hovered just above his erection, pressing and circling and dipping into her until she came crashing down, filling herself up in one smooth motion that caused his back to arch and her name to come gasping past his lips.
While this wasn’t the real reunion – that would be days in bed with the phones unplugged, doors locked, and windows sealed – this frantic movement together started to dim the memories of the past weeks filled with Agnus’s ogling, Credo’s sneering disdain, Sanctus’s inspections, and a growing concern that she wouldn’t be able to warn Dante in time. She felt her control slipping, her orgasm coming on hard and fast, and didn’t try to rein it in. With a shout everything ground down and burst between her legs and behind her eyes and in her lungs. He easily rolled her over, still pumping into her, his teeth on her neck, on her earlobe, until he groaned her name and shuddered and molded himself to every inch of her skin.
They held each other, Trish back to her usual shape, Dante’s nose in her hair again. Then demon-sensitive ears picked up faint shouts, and both sighed. “I’m going to kick that kid’s ass,” Dante muttered as they rolled apart.
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