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I try really hard not to mope all the way home, but it's sort of a lost cause. I have a box full of handmade cards and little gifts from all the kids, and I kept a stiff upper lip until they were all gone, but now I'm sort of crumbling. I knew it was coming since the day I took the job, but I never realized how hard it would be.

The last day of camp is a total bummer.

When I get back home, I'm staring at my own apartment door for a moment before I remember that the dogs are at Bits' place. More importantly, Bits is at Bits' place. I spent so long dealing with things on my own, but I don't have to do that anymore. I don't have to hide what I'm feeling, not from him.

So I turn around on knock on his door, and wow, even my knock sounds miserable.

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The feel of Jack's hands in my hair is all that's keeping me from just floating away, I think. Every pulse rockets through me and my legs are shaking before I can finally manage to even open my eyes again.

"Jack," I breathe, still panting before I glance down between us to see the mess I've made. He's still flushed and hard, his skin glistening in streaks of my come and goodness, my face feels like it's absolutely on fire. When Jack speaks again, I look up, though I hardly know how to answer. I can't believe I just actually did that.

"I'm--"

I have no idea how to finish that so I only shake my head and then duck down, almost collapsing as I press my mouth to his lower belly, right where I've left a splatter of come on his skin.

He drops down so quickly that for a moment I'm concerned, but then his lips and tongue are against my skin and I moan softly as I grip his shoulder. My cock twitches when it brushes against his throat, and I bend my knees as I try to catch my breath. "I'm so close, Bits."

I can barely look down, because I feel like if I see his tongue drag through the come on my skin, I won't be able to contain myself. Sex has never, ever been like this and I feel a little like I might explode. My skin is on fire and I let out a helpless whimper, fingers sliding down the side of his neck.

Jack's stomach flutters under my mouth when he breathes in and then out, muscles hard against my lips. The taste of myself isn't so unfamiliar now and I slide lower, following the messy trail to the thatch of dark curls, his cock bumping my throat as I go. He's so, so hard and just shivering under me; it'd be cruel to drag this out too much longer.

So I turn my head when I get close enough, mouth up the length where my come is still clinging to him, a sticky line of it. It still feels so unbelievably filthy and I'm hot all over as I finally wrap my lips around the tip of him and slide down. The taste is different here, more him than me and I groan hungrily as I take him in, making sure to wrap my hand around the base, stroking where I can't quiet reach, and still struggling to breathe all the while.

Bits' mouth sliding down onto my wet, messy cock may just be the filthiest thing I've ever seen, and the image will be burned into my brain forever. That along with the sound he makes, that desperate sort of groan, and I let out an answering moan as I grip his hair and suck in a breath.

"I'm close, mon chou. So close, can I--" My orgasm is building at the base of my spine and my toes curl as I try to hold back until he says I can come.

Jack drops a hand to the back of my head, fingers light through my hair. It's not a forceful or demanding touch at all, he isn't shoving me down onto his cock so much as just sort of keeping the connection. Or at least that's what it feels like.

I can feel how close he is, just in the tremble of his thighs and how absolutely hard he is in my mouth. And I can hear it too in the tremble of his voice when he speaks. As far as I'm concerned he doesn't need to ask for permission, but I get the feeling he wants it right now and I pull back, lips slick and sticky and sore already.

"Yeah," I tell him, my come and his pre-come and my spit making him all slippery as I try to stroke him off. "Yeah, please. Please, Jack."

I'm sill no expert at this, but I'm nothing if not enthusiastic and I take him into my mouth again, hallowing my cheeks as I sink down, wanting so so bad to make him feel as good as does me, to make him come, to really feel it.

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Something unlocks inside me at that soft little please, and the pressure low in my gut builds and builds until I can't hold it back anymore. My orgasm hits with force that has me shouting, back arching up as my fingers tighten in his hair.

"Bits," I gasp out, whimpering softly as I feel my muscles tense up. After blowing out a breath, I finally relax back against the bed just in time to look down and see Bits licking his lips. It nearly has me coming all over again, and I groan deeply at the sight. "Oh, crisse. Mon amour, c'était incroyable. Embrasse-moi. Kiss me."

Even knowing it's coming, I'm still not quite prepared, Jack's cock pulsing between my lips only half a second before I feel a splash of hot liquid on the back of my tongue. Instinctively, I pull back a bit, catching another pulse, though the next lands on my bottom lip and streaks across my cheek.

Jack's shout rings in my head and my heart is pounding, overwhelmed and proud and so, so pleased as I lick my lips, tasting him all over. I still have my hand around him and I try to squeeze out another, breathing a gasp against his fevered tip I get another drop out of him.

Very little of what he's saying makes any sense to me, but I catch the last bit, still breathing hard as I push up to crawl over him, reluctant to uncurl my hand from around him just yet. "Okay?" I ask, smiling a little at how flushed his cheeks are, how dark his eyes. He looks completely undone and it's all because of me. I don't give him time to respond before pressing my messy lips to his. It's filthy and all I can smell is his sweat and come as I part my lips to let him taste it, too.

A broken sound tumbles out of me when he kisses me, wet and slick and filthy. His lips part and I lick my way inside, tasting the evidence of what just happened with greedy laps of my tongue. His fingers are still wrapped around my spent cock and it's almost too much, but he isn't stroking of squeezing. He's just holding on in a lazily possessive sort of way that I really, really like.

"Mm, incredible," I murmur, sucking at his bottom lip and licking at his skin, where my come is smeared across his cheek. I've never done anything like this before. Everything was always done with condoms that were neatly tied off and disposed off afterward, or the evidence was spit into a cup. It was never... this.

I don't think I would enjoy with anyone else, but with Bits? I fucking love it. We're sticky and we could definitely use a shower, but for now I want to keep on kissing him while he holds onto me like he owns me. This is perfect.

Jack's kiss is immediate. Wet and hungry and desperate. He pulls away only enough to lick at the mess he's made across my jaw and cheek before his mouth is on mine again. He swallows every one of my groans, murmuring softly and I give his cock another gentle squeeze before forcing my fingers to uncurl.

I still can't smell anything but him.

Muscles heavy, I finally let myself drop down onto him, curling up against his side, sticky with come and sweat and who knows what else as I duck in against his neck. "Goodness, but I never thought it could feel this good," I breathe, laughing a little as drape an arm over his chest and try to curl in closer. "I mean, I always kinda hoped it'd be, but it's always-- it's just so good."

"I never thought it would feel like this either," I breathe, curling an arm around him once he's stretched out at my side. All I can seem to do is stare up at the ceiling in a daze while I try to catch my breath, and that's never happened before. It's never, ever felt like this. "You're amazing, Bits."

Eventually I gather enough energy to roll onto my side and face him, sliding a leg over his and pulling him in closer. "Mm, I'm gonna keep you."

"That'd better be a promise," I reply with a low, sated laugh as he rolls over to drape a leg right over mine. It's easy as anything to just curl up against him then. My skin feels like it's buzzing and I'm sore all over in the very best way. It's always like this with him, I've noticed, but this time...

Well, knowing how he feels about me and how I feel about him, there's something different about it. Something more.

I can feel my face stretching into the widest, silliest smile, and I duck into his neck quickly to hide, my arm wrapped around him as I let out a quiet, giddy laugh. "I love you," I tell him, just because I can now. "And I'm draggin' you into the shower in just a few, but let's just lay here for now, yeah?"

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