Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same

[badassbird]

Jett finished tying the knot of the scarf around Albert's wrists, making certain the man wouldn't be able to budge them while she worked her magic.

Discovering there was some alternate universe where she and her lover were men instead of women was interesting to say the least and plenty awkward in Albert's presence. But uncertainty had turned a little more comfortable and then they were left in the house alone, Albert sitting in one of the chairs in the den and looking pretty good in his dress shirt and slacks. Good enough Jett decided she wanted to see what all of the differences were between this man and the woman she loved.

She already knew that--other than public disposition and the way they carried themselves when they thought they were alone--it wasn't all that different. For all intents and purposes, he was the person she loved, the outside package didn't matter.

Really, she was more of a lady's lady, but her Bertie was a sexy man and it wasn't like she was inexperienced. In fact, wooing men and bedding them had been part of her job in her gang, she was just doing the same thing here, with one large exception: she wanted to do this a hundred percent.

She moved to stand in front of him, admiring her handiwork with her hands on her hips. She was kind of glad she'd chosen to wear the too-short skirt Francoise had lent her along with the scoop-neck shirt she'd stolen from her alternate self (tied at her waist to shorten the tent that it was on her). It would make what she wanted to do easier.

She slunk over to her 'prisoner' and bent forward, bracing her hands on his knees.

"Comfortable?"

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[badassbird]

She was going a bit fast, faster than she usually went with Bertie, but she wanted him and she didn't intend to be through with him so soon if this was going to feel as good as she was anticipating it would.

So she licked him up and down, thoroughly covering him and leaving him slick for her--although her own arousal was doing a decent enough job alone.

She didn't want him to come too early, though, so she pulled away and got back to her feet, stealing another hungry kiss before going any further.

Once she was actually staring at him, she hesitated a second, suddenly unsure of whether this would actually work or not. What if she'd lost her edge and he didn't enjoy himself? What if she'd been wrong and this was just going to be as 'whatever' as all those other times with guys had been. It was a little too late now and she certainly wouldn't know until they tried.

Jett laced her legs through the arms of the chair again and positioned herself before lowering down onto him. At first, she just pushed the head in, but once she felt okay about that, she lowered herself completely. An aroused gasp followed by a light moan was her response to him filling her up, her misgivings from before melting away as her body stretched and accommodated for this girth.

"Oh god..."

[copesetic]

He wonders if he should say something with her standing there looking at him but it seems whatever voice he'd had is gone for the moment. Instead he sits there, aroused and straining, until she comes to some decision and replaces herself in his lap.

Inexorably, she lowers herself onto him and Albert breathes in sharply between his teeth as she surrounds him in slick warmth. Despite their disparate sizes, he glides in smoothly as she settles into his lap and it's all he can do not to raise his hips against hers at just how good it feels.

He swallows hard, shifting just a little for comfort's sake, but even that jostles her in his lap and he lets out a soft moan, bowing his head against her shoulder as it's the closest contact he can initiate with his hands tied.

[badassbird]

His slight movement sends shocks through her and she moaned, pressing harder onto him. The sounds he makes tells her he's enjoying himself too and that was enough for her to leave behind any hesitations or needless thoughts.

Slender hands wrapped behind his head and kept it to her chest while she began rocking her hips back and forth in his lap. Every roll back took her a little off him and every roll forward pushed him back in; it wasn't a very fast or hard pace, but it was deep and lingering.

The room filled with moans and cries as she didn't bother to try and hide her sounds of pleasure. In her world, she and Alberta were an obvious item and while they hardly had sex while the others were around, Jett had no reason to hide the evidence of her activities.

[copesetic]

The sheer amount of noise Jett makes nearly pushes him over the edge. Jet, while vocal, is so much quieter about it, likely because of their attempts to keep their relationship a secret (and they'd managed for all of five minutes. Joe was the last to know, and that's mostly because he's oblivious. To the others it was apparently obvious before even Jet and Albert knew themselves). That and the ingrained upbringing they both have concerning same sex coupling. It was simply not done in their time, and Albert has the nagging suspicion that they both are sometimes unconsciously afraid of some sort of repercussion should they be discovered by the world at large.

But Jett is so loud and eager, rocking herself in his lap and making no effort to hide her pleasure. It's intoxicating and the only thing that keeps it from setting him of right there is that he feels so much less involved being tied in place. She's doing all the work and physically it feels amazing, but mentally he keeps going back to wanting to hold her, touch her skin, rock her as she rocks herself but deeper, stronger.

As for now, all he can do is place kisses against her sternum, panting between them against her breasts and moaning softly to be released so he can take a more active part.

[badassbird]

Her intention was to just have her way with him and make it good and fast for them both, sans his hands. But now...listening to him pant for his hand's release, listening to him actually want to take part was a little heady.

She found she wanted him to participate too, it just wasn't as fun if you weren't both into it.

She shifted so she had him buried inside of her then paused, reaching back to place her hands on the ties over his wrists. She was panting as well, but even through that she managed a half-lidded look accompanied with a whisper as soft as a snake slipping through grass in her seduction.

"I'll let you go, but only if you promise to make it worth my while. What'dya say, Al?"

[copesetic]

"Yes. Oh Gott yes, I promise." He agrees far too readily but the prospect of his hands on her, of being back in control to simply touch, to taste, to drive into her again and again until they're both utterly satisfied is far too tempting for pride. He wants her, wants her badly because of all the teasing, all the keeping him under ties and unable to participate more than to moan and groan. He may be buried inside her at this moment but to really be active in it is all he wants.

"Anything, just please..."

[badassbird]

She smiled and kissed him hard and deep, raising herself up slowly so that she was almost completely off of him before slowly moving back down again.

Just a little more torment before she gave in. She moved like that once more before grinding down into his lap and finally breaking the kiss with a breathless smirk. Long, slender, fingers worked the knots away, finally freeing the German's hands, trusting him to do as he wished and make it worth her while.

She doubted he would disappoint.

[copesetic]

He begs but all she does at first is smile and take him still as she pleases, out and in again to cause tremors rolling through Albert's body, his hands clutching at the chair arms as if he means to break them and end the bondage himself, but he can't, he won't. Permission needs to be granted.

Then she frees him and he can hear a heaven's choir.

He wastes no time in practically throwing his arms around her narrow waist, face buried in her chest to where it pushes his bangs up from his forehead at odd angles and leaves that all that's in view, nose deep in breasts instead. His hips he immediately bucks up, holding her in place with his arms and surrounded by soft skin. One cold hand snakes down, curling fingers carefully but perhaps not too gently into a cheek, feeling the shape of it, how much daintier she is than his partner, and enjoying the sensation.

He thrusts into her again, hearing muffled for his position but that doesn't make her cries any less sweet to his ears.

[badassbird]

She was right, he doesn't disappoint. The sensations seem to increase tenfold with his participation, the feeling of his hips bucking up and driving him into her pulling easy cries from her. His arms around her only make her hotter for him and the cool feel of metal on her ass brings a gasp, but she does what she can to press into the grip.

He could drive into her as long as he wanted as long as she could keep the feeling of his hands on her.

"Oh, Al. Fuck."

Everything is a blur of sensation and all she wants is for him to pound into her, take her as he pleases and fill her up when he finished. The thought alone nearly finishes her.

Jett's arm laces around his shoulders and grips one tightly while her other hand tangles in his hair, not pulling, just holding.

"God, Al, take me hard. Show me you like being inside me."

There was no hesitation or embarrassment in her words, just pure desire and want for the man beneath her.

[copesetic]

He keeps moving, keeps pulling her onto him to drive himself as deep as he dares, reveling in his causing shivers and gasps and sending her foul mouth running. He's never been able to do that, talk dirty, and it's not something that Jet does either but somehow hearing it from the woman in his arms gets him even more hot and bothered than he started and he has to respond.

Though, his are a little different.

"Sie sind eine Göttin" he pants into her chest, fingers biting into soft flesh as he thrusts into her again. "Ich verehre Sie von innen und außen."

He can't think in English like this, can't make his mouth twist in anything but his native tongue for how far gone he is in the act. He just has to hope that Jett's translator works the same and will bring his meaning through. "Schöne Spatzi, halten Gesang."

[badassbird]

His words translate clear as day to her and fill her with both more desire and a strong overwhelming feeling of adoration that he would spend such pretty words on her. If he wanted her to keep singing, she was willing to oblige.

Just the endearments enough have her moaning louder, crying out to the ceiling her pleasure and just what this man screwing her brains out did for her.

"Oh god. Yes, Albert...fuck. You feel so good!" It's too much, the biting pressure of his grip and the feeling of his thick length stretching her and threatening to hit her deepest point with each thrust. She almost wishes he would, she wanted to feel him ram into her and empty himself at her deepest point, filling her up with him even once he'd pulled out.

"Al...I'm yours...fuck me as hard as you want. Make me cum with you!"

[copesetic]

Her language is so much more coarse but it spurs him on nonetheless, pulling her down on him and pressing up with what strength he can spare without hurting her. She squeezes in on him, eliciting a shuddering breath and a loud moan that's lost in her chest as he buries his face there. It's a wonder he can breathe. Maybe he can't, they're cyborgs after all, it's not as if he needs to.

Every move she makes has him shuddering and each noise makes him just want to hear more. Fuck me, she says, fuck me as hard as you want. He has to comply. It would be heartless not to.

Suddenly he's standing, keeping her on him through cybernetic strength and allowing her a moment to hook her legs behind him before he moves the inches he needs to the wall, pressing her back against it roughly and quickly to make sure she doesn't fall. Here gravity helps, drives him deeper than he thought he could go, and he moans again into her breasts as he starts moving roughly, driving himself into her again and again with rough slaps of his hips against hers.

[badassbird]

"Aah! Ah! Albert! Christ, yes!"

She's a tangle of limbs around him, her ankles hooked together just over his ass while she clung to his shoulders with a white-knuckle grip.

She'd had plenty of positions over the years, including against a wall, but never on the damn wall like this. He was so deep inside her she thought she could feel every thrust push him into her entire body and fill her up completely. It was a heady feeling that made her head spin and drove anything coherent from her mind. It was just his hard, thick, length making her knees weak as he crammed into her over and over, bruising her pelvis with his. It was perfect.

She'd asked him to fuck her and he was delivering as much as she'd hoped he would. At this rate, she wasn't going to last. Her mouth ran without her permission and her nails bit into his back as that stirring feeling kicked up, the one that said she was going to cum and it would be mind-numbing.

"Not gonna last...don't stop until you cum in me, I want to feel it."

[copesetic]

"Gott your mouth is filthy," which is somehow why he drives his tongue into it, kissing her just as hard as he thrusts into her, past the point of no return.

Another two great drives and he pins her into the wall with his weight, holding her up as he pulses in her in waves that draw a breathy moan against her lips, his legs trembling until he locks his knees to keep them upright. It lasts what seems a lifetime, his release so long and hard it's a wonder that he manages to stay standing at all, much less keep her there with him, but he manages, even with one hand carefully cradling the back of her neck to make sure she's alright, he manages.

[badassbird]

His tongue is in her mouth and all she can do is helplessly moan against it as he keeps his maddening pace. But then he trusts with all his weight into her and pins her to the wall with his length buried deep in her body and just the thought of that alone has her spilling over that edge. She can feel him pulsing and quivering and his warmth filling her up as he cums in her and it's not a sensation she thought she'd enjoy so much. But her legs are clenching tighter to keep him as deep as possible and it has her practically screaming into his mouth as she drenches him with her own release, her arms winding around behind his neck for support.

As they finally both seem to start down from that high, she breaks the kiss and pants heavily into his chest, his name murmured quietly like a prayer with her body worshiping his.

[copesetic]

He holds them up for what feels like an eternity until finally he sinks down to the floor, utterly spent but still careful to keep her safely against him and not set down to hard or roughly. It's an odd sort of contrast to how furiously he'd been working into her only moments before, but now he's happy to settle with his back against the wall and ignore the scarf bruises on his wrists from being bound and the weakness in his legs from holding them up in favor of holding her close and gently gliding his hands over the soft skin of her shoulders and back. He cradles her as something precious, someone worth every ounce of care and protection.

He kisses her face gently, first on the forehead, then on her cheek, then so very lightly brushing her lips with his own. "Are you alright?"

[badassbird]

The gentleness he visits upon her after such vigorous actions is a wonderful contrast and it has her responding in kind. Once he has them settled onto the floor with Jett still in his lap, she lets her hands roam, fingers tracing from those marked wrists, up Albert's arms to hi shoulders before finally settling on his neck just into his hair line. It was the perfect place for when she pulled him into a fuller kiss. It wasn't even remotely as needy or lust-filled as before, but it held a gratitude and affection she couldn't vocalize.

"Yeah, kinda sore, but in the best way possible." A smirk fell onto her lips. "You claimed I had a dirty mouth, but did you hear what you were saying to me? It was pretty impressive."

[copesetic]

He blushes at that, actually turns full on red from the back of his neck all the way across his cheeks and he has to turn his head away to maintain at least a little of his dignity.

"You started it," he mumbles sullenly, a joke but still true.

He remains that way for a moment, but with her fingers in the hair at his nape, he can't help but turn back and nuzzle her cheek, planting a soft and gentle kiss there. He keeps holding her but keeps tight reign on his hands, lest they wander to her chest again like they want to.