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Kotallo often daydreamed about the day he first met Aloy. Now, as they lay along the length of their deep, comfortable sofa together, her back against his chest, her hips between his thighs, head half-turned towards the television and eyes half-closed while his right hand played idly with her hair, Kotallo’s mind drifted back to the first time he’d seen that particular shade of red, and a tiny smile pulled at the scar across his mouth. He kissed the crown of her head and she hummed with sleepy contentment, shifting slightly, and he had to bite back a groan as she ground inadvertently against his groin. He’d been half-hard all evening, but that was nothing new for him.
“You alright?” she asked, consonants soft and sleepy.
“Mmm,” he chuckled. He lowered his hand from her hair to let it rest alongside her between her body and the sofa’s back cushions. “Just thinking about the first time I saw you.”
She laughed quietly, fondly, but said nothing. Instead, she interlinked her callused fingers with his and squeezed, sparking a deep and familiar ache somewhere behind his sternum, and another sigh rolled out of him. Leaving a kiss on her head, he tried to focus on the television, but his thoughts drifted ever back into the past.
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Kotallo stepped into the gym and looked around, taking in the climbers that adorned the walls here and there like spiders, though some were admittedly more competent than others. They had come at a quiet time of day though, so the space was largely empty.
On the far side of the room, one pair in particular caught his attention, along with that of most of the other people in the room. Two young women seemed to be having some kind of race to the top of an imposingly high and challenging wall. Standing below on the blue mats, a tall, heavy-set man with a mohawk was yelling boisterous encouragement up at a young woman with long, thick, red hair. Beside the first man stood another, perhaps a few years younger, who had his arm wrapped around the waist of his extremely pregnant partner, and although there were more shouts of “Aloy!” than for the other woman, none of them could really seem to make up their mind who they wanted to win. Their enthusiasm for a bit of healthy competition drew a wry smile from even Kotallo’s lips.
He shot Ivvira a look beside him and the two locked eyes for a moment, remembering a similar kind of competitive camaraderie from their days in the military.
Kotallo soon found himself staring in open awe at the breakneck speed of the two climbers. Lithe, lean, and astonishingly agile, both women scaled the wall like they’d been born to it. The woman on the left, wearing a jade green and red outfit that showed her arms off to incredible advantage, had a slight lead on the other woman, but the creativity of the redhead as she leapt an impossible reach to catch up stole Kotallo’s breath. His heart hammered in his chest as he found himself caught up in the spectacle of it just like all the others, but her fingers somehow caught the hold. She dangled, lithe body twisting under the momentum for a second, and then pulled herself up and onwards to cheers from the supporters below.
He knew he was staring — gawking — even as Ivvira snorted in his ear. “I knew you’d be impressed by this place,” she said, and Kotallo turned his head from the climbers, only tearing his eyes away from them at the last possible second to meet Ivvira’s gaze.
Kotallo frowned his question instead of voicing it, not sure he trusted it not to crack.
She grinned. “The redhead, right? I know your type, Ko. You can’t tell me you weren’t admiring her… uh… form.”
Kotallo rolled his eyes, but sure enough they drifted back to where the pair had reached the top. He’d missed who won, but as they both dangled off the top, one-armed and facing each other, breathing hard and laughing, his heart skipped another beat or two. The sheer vivacity that radiated from the woman with flame for hair was enough to make him sway on the spot.
And then the two of them looked at each other, grinned like school children, and plummeted as one down to the mats. Despite the drop, they each landed light as a cat, though the red haired woman rolled into it and came up standing while the other landed in a graceful crouch and rose slowly. The heavy-set man let out a crowing, theatrical howl and pulled the red-haired woman into a boisterous hug, and she shoved him off so hard he tripped on his own heels and went down.
“Shit, Erend!” she grimaced, lunging after him and offering him a hand to pull himself up again. “Sorry.”
Erend was still laughing when she hauled him up, though he was pink in the face behind his ridiculous moustache. The two turned to face the other woman who smirked and put a hand on her hip. “You lost, Aloy,” the woman with dark hair called. “Go get the brush.”
Aloy beamed a good natured smile at her friend and broke into an easy, loping jog towards the exit, which, to Kotallo’s sudden dread, also meant towards him. He dropped his gaze and stepped hastily to one side to allow her to pass through the doors behind him, and Ivvira snorted again and punched him on his right bicep. Curse her.
As she passed though, Aloy’s footsteps faltered and a tiny frown flickered onto her face as she looked between the two. “Can I help you?”
Kotallo’s throat seized up completely and he swallowed. His tongue felt like leather. He glanced at Ivvira since this had been her idea in the first place, with a slight snicker, his friend stepped up. “Yeah. I was here last week but I don’t think we met — I’m looking for somewhere to bring a group of kids for a veterans-run outreach program that we’re involved with, so my friend Kotallo and I thought we’d stop by and see if that’d be something you guys could sort for us?” She patted Kotallo on the back and the woman’s attention snapped to him.
The bottom of his stomach dropped away and he snatched a short, tight breath.
He didn’t miss the flicker of her green eyes down to the stump of his left arm, but they didn't linger, and she shrugged. “Sure. You’ll have to talk to Talanah though,” she said, indicating the woman in the green and red gear. “She actually works here. I just swing by every weekend to see if I can beat her.”
“How’s that going?” Ivvira asked, apparently unable to help herself. “Looked pretty close this time.”
Aloy’s lips twitched into a wry smile at the corner that did strange things to Kotallo’s insides, and she shrugged. “Eh, I’m catching up.” She paused and then said, “You two want a go? They don't close for another hour.”
That she automatically included Kotallo in the choice gave him a rush that he hadn’t felt in a long time. Too often people assumed that he somehow couldn’t even manage to get out of bed in the morning any more, and here she was, casually wondering if he wanted a go on the wall with only one arm.
Ivvira looked at him, a question in her eyes and Kotallo shrugged. “I would be up for a challenge,” he said carefully, “Though I’ll admit it’s been a long time since I’ve felt chalk on my fingers.”
“Mention it to Talanah when you ask her about the kids,” Aloy said. “You could try the course we just finished after I’ve cleaned it. I did lose this one after all.”
Kotallo watched her go and since then, he felt like he’d never looked away.
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“Ko?”
He startled a little and looked down to find her with her head tilted back, looking at him from where she still lay leaning against his chest. A slow smile dawned on his face and he leaned down with a grunt of effort to kiss the top of her head again. It landed just on her hairline and he savoured the scent of her hair and the touch of her soft skin against his lips.
“You’ve gone extra quiet on me,” she said.
“Mmm,” he hummed, deliberately.
At that, she snorted and wriggled around so that she was facing him, propped up in a perfect plank over him, and his mouth went dry. He could practically feel his pupils dilate, and the smile she gave him told him she’d watched it happen. Three years on, and she still had the same effect on him of rendering him stupid with adoration every time she looked at him. Particularly when she looked at him like that.
“Kotallo?” she said again, but this time it rolled out of her in a dangerous purr that always spelled trouble of the best kind.
“Mmm?”
She lowered her hips atop his and his cock twitched and started to fill in earnest. His body had always been quick to respond, to wake, but there was always a background arousal for him around Aloy, and that night he knew it wouldn’t take much at all to get him hard. Aloy clearly saw as much because she slowly rolled her hips in a way that stole his breath, and his eyes flickered shut. A long, low groan escaped him and he moved his right hand to her side, skating along the muscular line of her slim waist to the curve of her hip and backside where he gripped her hard. Muscles shifted and flexed beneath his fingers and he sighed, bucking his pelvis up against hers. “Aloy,” he rasped. God, he already sounded wrecked.
“Mmm?” she said in a parody of his own inarticulate answers, only this time it was coy and tinged with affectionate laughter. “Want something?”
“You,” he replied, like an echo of her call. “Always and only you.”
So quickly that the loss of contact almost made him dizzy, she dismounted and stood, holding out her hand. “I’m not having sex with you on this sofa again,” she laughed. “Up.”
Obediently, he slid his right hand into hers and let her tug him to his feet. Her eyes slid down his body to the obvious tent in his sweatpants and she grinned and turned towards the bedroom. She began shedding clothes on the way there, and Kotallo started to come undone from the inside out.
By the time she stood beside their bed, she was naked and Kotallo was so hard he could barely think. “What do you want?” he managed to ask in a hoarse voice.
Aloy sat down and then lay back on the bed, her hair forming a blazing halo on the pillows, and she opened her legs, the fingers of one hand gracefully resting on her hip bone, the other up beside her head on the pillow.
Kotallo stared in wonder for a second or two, but he’d got the message. However, just before he knelt on the bed to clamber over and settle between her legs, she shook her head and whispered, “Wait. I want to see you.”
The tiniest flare of irritation flitted through him at being denied, at being made to wait, but if she wanted him naked, he could delay long enough to see her desires met.
He tugged his grey t-shirt off over his head but left the soft fabric that covered his stump, then worked on the drawstring of his sweatpants.
“Those too,” she said, eyeing his black boxer-briefs beneath.
When he glanced up, she was slowly moving her fingertip through her folds, idly touching herself while she watched him undress, and a broken whimper left him as he hurried to get out of the last of his clothes.
“Contented now, lover?” he rasped and she grinned at him.
“Nowhere near…”
He rolled his eyes and placed his right hand on her inner thigh. She let him spread her a little wider and then he eased himself down onto his chest, the long-healed stump of his left arm able to hold him up just enough to give him the leverage and access he needed to keep his mouth on her for as long as she wanted.
The gasp she gave as he licked a long, steady stripe up her wet and swollen folds kickstarted an avalanche of desire inside him. Heat and want roared in him and he slid his right arm beneath her left thigh and pulled himself tight against her as he got to work.
He sucked gently at her clit at first, massaging it from underneath with his tongue and feeling it swell and respond to him, and she soon choked, throwing her head back into the pillows and arching her back, breaking the contact between them. In reproach for the loss, he growled at her and yanked her back down against his face. Distantly, he thought he heard her laugh.
Between the heavy, languid licks she enjoyed so much, he took the nub of her clit gently in his teeth and flicked it briefly with his tongue. Not so much that she would become oversensitive, and not so little that it would frustrate her, and after only a few minutes she curled her abs and reached down for his half ponytail.
The delicious pull of her fingers on his hair made him groan against her and she shuddered at the sound. When he heard her whimper something else behind tightly clamped lips, he pulled back, breathing hard and just a tiny bit dizzy, and grunted, “Let me hear you.”
“Fine,” she laughed, but the sound cut off into a high, broken moan as he dug his fingertips into the muscle of her thigh and ground his tongue repeatedly over the soft skin just beneath her clit. The taste of her made his cock twitch, and it was times like that when he certainly missed his other arm. With no relief, he could either rut his hips into the bed until he came there like a desperate teenager, or endure it until Aloy had come with his mouth against her, and either took pity on him and brought him off herself or let him sheath himself inside her and wring another orgasm out of her like that. However it happened, he never minded.
“Kotallo!” she gasped, bringing him back to himself. She was writhing desperately, trying to get him to pay attention to her in one particular spot, and her fingers began tugging so hard on his hair that his eyes watered. “Oh my god, oh my god… Ko I’m so close… Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
When she came a few heaving breaths later, it was with a choked wail, and Kotallo groaned. With his tongue pressed to her swollen clit and his fingers buried inside her clenching heat, his fingertips driven hard against that spot deep inside her that made her yell, he savoured every sensation. Aloy always came so big on the first one, her body convulsing beyond her control, legs shaking, thighs clamped around his ears, hips grinding his face against her, hands thrust down against the mattress as if to anchor herself to it, head thrown back, eyes rolled shut, mouth open.
Kotallo thought vaguely that he could die a happy man between Aloy’s legs.
Finally she went slack with a sigh and released him. “Sorry,” she hissed. “You ok?”
He pushed himself upright, careful not to smear the mess on his fingers onto the sheets, and instead licked them clean. “Never better,” he croaked. His shoulder was sore from the position, but then Aloy glanced up at him and then down to where his cock stood flushed red and weeping. A hunger kindled in her warm green eyes, and he forgot the pain.
“I want you, Kotallo,” she said, and bent her right knee.
Her cunt was swollen, pink and glistening, and the moment his achingly sensitive cock touched her wet folds, he was almost done for, but he breathed and slid all the way home.
“God, you’re tight,” he wheezed. Occasionally her muscles fluttered around him in the aftermath of her first orgasm, and Kotallo vowed to give her another one at least before they were done. Not all his previous partners had been able to come from being penetrated, but he knew Aloy could, and he took frequent advantage of the fact.
He rocked his hips just once, and sure enough, she moaned and slumped back on the bed, gazing up at him with her pupils wide and her face full of adoration that always made him weak to witness. “Come here,” she said, and he leaned forwards, propping himself up on his arm, fingers splayed wide on the bed beside her.
Aloy drew him down and kissed him, her tongue lingering a little on the scar across his lips, and he thrust his cock deep inside her. She broke the kiss by jutting her chin up and her head back, and clamping her legs around his waist.
That new angle let him go deep enough that she grunted. “Too much?” he asked, pausing.
She shook her head and pulled him somehow further inside her, thighs like steel around him.
The slick, tight heat of her was almost overwhelming. He picked up a rhythm that slowly increased in speed and force until the bed was rocking and she was yelling at the apex of each stroke. “You’re a vision,” he grunted, lips pulled back in a snarl. “Gonna come, Aloy…” he added as he felt the tension sweeping through him in a wave.
“Come for me, Kotallo,” she whispered with a smile that stole the last of his sanity. She moved her fingers to her clit and began to bring herself close to match him. “Come.”
When he did a moment later, it hit him like an avalanche and his mind went blank as he spilled inside her. Vaguely he heard her moaning and panting, and then she clenched around him again and his vision whited out. “Aloy,” he managed to grind out, still coming.
Exhaustion crashed through him in its wake and he slumped forwards on top of her, knowing she could take it and that she actually enjoyed being half-crushed to death by a muscular former marine. Further proof exhibited itself in the way she drew patterns over his shoulder blades while she waited for him to come down. “I love you so much,” he whispered dazedly against her ear, kissing her temple.
For answer, she tightened her muscles around him, which made him choke out a laugh, and then she kissed the shaved part of his scalp and whispered, “I love you too.”