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"Can I ask you something?
Effie was staring out the window at the city below, and gave Haymitch a hum of acknowledgement as she sipped her coffee.
"What does 'pegging' mean?"
She turned, cup frozen in midair. "'Pegging'?" She asked, confused. "Where did you hear that?"
"Where do you think?"
Why ask? Chaff. It was always Chaff who said things that Effie assumed to be horribly vulgar. This one escaped her admittedly rather limited knowledge. No one had a grasp on the uncouth quite like Chaff did.
"What was the context?"
Haymitch let out a little huff of air and plopped onto the couch. "He liked my tie, asked where I got it. When I told him you gave it to me, he asked if you were bottle feeding me in addition to dressing me. I told him to stuff it, and that’s when he asked if you peg me too." He held his hands up in a confused yet irritated gesture.
"Did you tell him that tie was a birthday present?"
"Yes, but he knows that you pick out a lot of the clothes I wear in the Capitol, so he was taking the piss. You don't know what it means either?" When Effie shook her head, a look of relief passed over Haymitch's face. Effie knew he hated feeling infantilized, and his lack of experience in comparison to some of the other victors wore on his nerves.
"Maybe he's in the lounge? We can find out together."
When they did, Effie's cheeks grew hot, and Haymitch's ears became very pink. Chaff was one of the few people who knew Haymitch and Effie were sleeping together, and he frequently teased his fellow victor. Chaff had laughed himself silly at their reactions.
Several days later, a wrapped package was presented to Haymitch while he, Chaff, and Effie had escaped to the rooftop for drinks.
"A belated birthday present,” Chaff said. “Nothing like the tie, but hopefully it's mutually enjoyable."
Inside the box was a bottle of lubricant so large it toed the line between obscene and comical, a thin silicone toy, and the very object itself: a strap-on harness and a dildo. Chaff guffawed as Haymitch hurriedly stuffed it back onto the box, blushing furiously.
"I'm going to get you for this." Haymitch joined in Chaff's laughter, but Effie felt herself burning with embarrassment (and horrifyingly enough, intrigued arousal). Haymitch snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her close to him, tracing fingertips over the brocade flowers on the bodice of her dress.
They had sex that night, Effie, before him on all fours, fists gripping the sheets as she climbed the heights of ecstasy. She had become so turned on thinking about Haymitch in this position that she came twice around him.
Haymitch left the gift box with her when he returned to 12 that year, and Effie contemplated the items for months after the games ended. The thought of using either the toy or the dildo on Haymitch made her inconsolably horny. She decided to try the thin cylindrical toy on herself. It ended up being more disappointing than fulfilling; she couldn't understand why until she finally read the directions and realized it wasn't built for her anatomy.
She turned her attention to the harness, turning it over in her hands until she got her bearings. It seemed simple enough until Effie was fumbling with the buckles and put her leg through the wrong hole.
“Oh, Euphemia…” she grumbled to herself, removing the harness to try and put it on properly, “come on now, we can figure this out.”
It took a bit of adjustment, but she got herself into it and managed to slot the dildo into place. Effie stood in front of her mirror, imagining herself wearing this in front of Haymitch. Would he find it attractive? She was certainly enjoying the view and swayed her hips to make the toy swish back and forth.
She decided she would need a fitting lingerie set to complement the look, and made a mental note to find something suitable.
Optimistic curiosity made her store the box in the back of her closet.
The toy became an inside joke between Effie, Haymitch, and Chaff.
——————
Years passed, bringing change not only in Panem but also in Effie and Haymitch's relationship; after the war ended, they were able to draw it out of the shadows and enjoy the luxury of being together freely. They travelled back and forth between the Capitol and 12 for over a year, struggling to figure out how to deal with a long-distance relationship before Haymitch finally asked her to move in with him.
Effie had only been in 12 for a few weeks when the last of the contents of her apartment (the remaining items she hadn't sold or donated) were delivered to Haymitch's home. Well, Effie supposed it was also her home now. She hung her clothes, arranged her framed photographs, and added her small collection of things to live among Haymitch's.
"You still have this?" Haymitch was holding the strap-on aloft in the doorway of their bedroom while she put her pajamas into the dresser next to his.
Effie felt her ears burn at the sight of it. "I didn't know what to do with it."
Haymitch smiled and sauntered over to her. "I think we know what to do with it." He gathered her in his arms, and the heat of his gaze began to ignite a flame in her belly. He pressed a searing kiss to her lips.
"What's gotten into you? Not that I mind, of course."
Haymitch pressed his nose against her hair. "I thought you might want to..." His voice was a low, tempting growl.
"Might want to what, darling?" If he was implying what she thought he was, she needed him to say it aloud.
"Finally make use of this." He held the toy Chaff had gifted them aloft.
"Really?"
"Did you have any other plans this afternoon?" He grinned.
"No, but I just assumed that after all these years you weren't interested in exploring that."
Effie felt him pulling away. "We don't have to—"
She took his face between her hands and pulled him down to press his forehead against hers. "No, darling, I didn't mean that. I'm pleasantly surprised. I'd love to… if that's what you want."
His fingertips dug into her waist, needy yet tender. "Please."
Her legs became slightly wobbly at his soft plea. "We need to work up to this one. Give me a second.” She quickly ran to get the box, pulling out the other of Chaff’s gifts.
Haymitch grabbed her when she rejoined him, pressing his lips against hers, soft and pliant. Effie let her hands trace along his spine. The shock and thrill of finally doing this with him made her blood pump heatedly through her veins.
Effie felt Haymitch running his hands over her body the way he always did when he was determined to worship her, even as she focused on his pleasure. She walked him back towards their bed until his knees hit the mattress, pushing on his shoulders, encouraging him to sit. She gazed down at his face, tracing her fingers over his jaw and through his hair.
"Let me see you." He tugged at her shirt, pulling it up over her head.
He reached for the waistband of her pants, undoing the tie that held the soft material up on her hips. The bra and underwear she had chosen that morning paled in comparison to the more expensive items she owned, but Haymitch didn't seem to mind.
"Gorgeous." He breathed, ghosting his fingers across her hips, pulling her close to press a kiss between her breasts. The kisses continued, Haymitch lavishing them across her chest, letting his fingers hook into the band of her underwear, pulling it down ever so slightly to trace across her hipbones.
Haymitch pressed the toy into her hand before he pushed himself further back onto their bed, resting against the pillows. He held his hand out to her, beckoning Effie to join him. She obediently crawled over to him and pressed her lips against his.
"You'll tell me if anything is uncomfortable?"
Haymitch nodded, guiding Effie to straddle his thighs and drawing her towards him so he could kiss her again. "I trust you."
She hummed in pleasure at his words, carding her fingers through his hair so she could tip his head to drop kisses onto his neck and across his chest. She stopped to lick at one of his nipples as she brushed fingertips over the other.
Haymitch sucked in a breath, shifting slightly when she drew her nails across one of his pecs and kissed her way towards his other nipple. She glanced down at the bulge starting to tent his pants. How easy it would have been to wrap her fingers around that glorious length and stroke him to full attention. Then Effie remembered the instructions of the thin vibrator lying next to them; for maximum pleasure, avoid the area. Effie guessed it would become harder for both of them as they continued to grow more desperate with lust.
Haymitch was already seeking friction, guiding her down to grind her hips against him out of habit. Effie removed his hands from her waist and pressed them gently down beside his hips.
His soft groan, as she lifted her leg to climb off of him, was both endearing and maddening. She hoped he would get more vocal as they continued—she loved the desperate sounds he made whenever she took control. An aching burn of arousal ignited between her legs.
When he was spread out before her, she removed his pants and massaged his thighs, touching everywhere but that glorious cock of his. Her own walls clenched, empty and aching for him to fill her.
The thought of him writhing beneath her was enough to make her pull his underwear off and toss it to the floor. His still hardening length lay against his hip. Effie reached for the lube kept in the bedside table and collected a generous amount on her fingers.
"Ready?"
Haymitch nodded, already looking love-drunk. "Yes."
Effie slid her index finger over him, allowing him to adjust to the feel of something there. When she looked up at him, he was staring at her, breathing quickening in anticipation as she teased him. She pressed against the ring of muscle to relax it.
"Breathe for me, darling." Effie stroked her free hand over his thigh, pushing his leg aside to allow herself better access. As she kept steady pressure, she added more lube to ease her way.
Haymitch took another deep breath, letting his eyes slide shut as Effie’s finger began to slide slowly inside of him. She paused to let Haymitch's body into this new sensation.
"That feels… strange," Haymitch's voice was slightly strained.
"In a good way?" Effie worried he was in pain.
"I think so. Just go slow."
Effie pressed a kiss to his stomach and let her breath blow across Haymitch's cock. With almost studious concentration, Effie began to move her finger, acquainting herself with the feel of him, watching his face for assurances of pleasure or pain.
Her fingertip found the firm roundness of his prostate, swiping experimentally over it. Haymitch’s husky groan was all the permission she needed, and she hooked her finger against the spot, massaging him from the inside.
It might not have been skillful, but Haymitch didn’t seem to mind. He began to make a low sound that rattled in his throat, so Effie took the opportunity to add more lube and insert another finger.
A sharp breath drew her eyes upward.
“Oh, fuck.” Haymitch breathed. He tilted his hips, silently seeking more.
Effie bit her lip, a heady thrill rolling through her body.
He’s liking this, she thought as she massaged him. She bent down to place a nipping kiss on his inner thigh and was rewarded with another groan. Haymitch threaded his fingers through her hair, scratching pleasantly along her scalp.
It would have been so easy to turn her head and take his cock into her mouth. His length was now fully erect, pressing against his belly, the head glistening with the first drops of his arousal. She wanted to feel him against her tongue and suck him until he came in her mouth, but the promise of a potential prostate orgasm focused her attention on her fingers inside of him.
They stayed like this for a while, Effie massaging and kissing him until he began to pant, and a litany of groans forced themselves from him.
“Do you want to try the toy?”
With great difficulty, Haymitch focused his eyes on her, considering the question before he nodded eagerly. Effie carefully withdrew her fingers.
She spread a healthy measure of lube over the toy. “Do you want to do the honors, or would you like me to?”
Haymitch pushed himself up on his elbows and cupped a hand around Effie’s neck, guiding her to meet him in a deep kiss.
“I want you to do it.”
Effie smiled, pressing another kiss to his lips before she began to crawl down his body. She couldn’t resist giving his length a firm and teasing lick, grinning when he bucked his hips.
“You libidinous tease,” Haymitch groaned.
“You love it,” she let the tip of the toy glide across his weeping slit, introducing him intimately to the wet silicone.
“I fucking do.” His head fell back against the pillow, and he reached for one of her hands. She threaded her fingers through his and let the blunt head of the toy find his entrance. There was a moment's stillness as it slid inside of him, followed by a shallow pant from the intrusion.
"You're doing so well."
She guided him through the suggested breathing exercises included in the toy's box, the ones she had missed when she had used the toy on herself. Haymitch let his eyes slide closed and followed her instructions for several minutes.
Using one of his slow inhales to guide her, she began to move the toy, fucking him slowly. A shuddering moan left his lips after several thrusts.
"How does it feel now?" She dropped a kiss to his jaw.
"Like… stretching… when you have to lean into the feeling to get the release."
Effie smirked, "We're certainly hoping for a release."
Haymitch chuckled softly, then let out a groan. "It moved. When I laughed."
"You can control it with your muscles. Do you want to try?" She released the handle, surrendering control to him.
Haymitch flexed his lower abs and gave a tentative roll of his hips. While he was letting his body explore these new sensations, he reached for Effie's breast, pulling the cup of her bra down to expose her to him. In one quick movement, he fastened his mouth to her nipple, making her gasp as a sharp spike of arousal hit her.
"This was supposed to be about you…" she moaned as he swirled his tongue over the hardening bud.
"Mmm, yes," he murmured around her breast.
Effie slid her fingers through his hair as wetness started to drip between her legs. Haymitch continued to lavish her breasts with attention as the toy moved inside him. Effie watched its movement, eyelids growing heavy with pleasure. This wasn't going the way she had expected, which was to keep the focus solely on Haymitch, but if this was working for him, it worked for her.
"Take your bra off, honey," Haymitch breathed. He began to sit up, then let out a loud groan, and clapped his hand over his mouth. "Oh fuck…"
Effie froze, worried something had hurt him. Concern quickly dissolved when he repeated the motion and groaned again in obvious pleasure.
She watched, transfixed, as Haymitch found a rhythm that must have hit that perfect spot inside of him. His eyes slid closed, and his lips parted. Effie was afraid to touch him and break his concentration.
"Tell me what you're feeling," she begged.
"It's—oh, it's good. It feels like-" he gasped, changing the motion of his movements slightly, "tingling… down my arms and legs. Something building."
Haymitch began to sweat. He was writhing on the bed, rock hard, and so gorgeous. The sounds he was making were driving Effie crazy. She wanted him inside of her, and squeezed her legs together to try to relieve the ache.
He looked up at her, pupils blown wide. "Touch yourself." His plea was soft, desperate.
She wasted no time in letting her fingers dip between her legs.
"Ohh, yes. That's good." He reached for her, squeezing her thigh. "You gorgeous woman."
Haymitch's fingers were digging into her flesh, pain mingling with pleasure. She didn't know how much longer she could keep from coming. With great effort, she slowed the movements of her fingers, gasping as she let her working hand fall away.
"Did you-?" Haymitch's hips were starting to buck out of rhythm, and his cock was twitching against his belly.
She shook her head. "Wanted to wait for you." She leaned forward to kiss him. Judging by how messily it was returned, he was very close. He bit her lip gently and let a hand trail up her body and roll her nipple between his fingers.
Effie cried out, thinking she might come from that move alone.
Damn the suggested directions from the toy’s box, she thought. If she didn’t touch him, she felt as though she might dissolve into a puddle. She reached out and closed a shaking fist around his cock. Haymitch cried out and bucked into her fist.
Haymitch was panting hard now, squeezing her breast once more before his hand fell to her hip. He was trying to take measured breaths, groaning and uttering half-formed words of pleasure. His chest grew redder, heralding climax. She glanced down at the flexing of his stomach muscles, the rolling of his hips.
The sounds he was making were glorious. He began to tremble, leaning on the precipice of complete release.
“Too intense,” he managed to growl out, and moved her hand to his thigh. His hips rutted against the air while he ground against the toy.
There was a brief stillness as he was suspended on waves of rapture, then he let out a strangled moan. He looked up at her, brows furrowed and mouth open. "Oh, fuck—I —I'm coming," he groaned deliciously, continuing to writhe. An orgasm crashed over him, different from the usual, and producing no ejaculate.
It was mesmerizing to see him coming apart like that, so different and so intense. His cock began to weep precum lazily onto his belly in the wake of his first prostate orgasm. He seemed to be chasing another one, moaning helplessly. It came faster the second time and seemed to be more intense.
Haymitch was scrambling for purchase on anything he could find: Effie's hand on his leg, the pillow, the sheets, her thigh. Effie slipped her free hand between her legs, so incredibly turned on that she only needed to rub a few desperate circles on her clit before she was crying out, wetting her hand and the bedding underneath her with her climax.
She came back to herself, aftershocks of orgasm causing her walls to flutter hard around nothing. Haymitch let out a shuddering groan, then he was crying out again. The force of his orgasm startled her; his release finally shot hot across his belly and her thigh.
Effie could stand it no longer and wrapped her hand around his cock again, stroking him until he squirmed away, stilling her hand as his hips continued to twitch.
It took several long moments for him to be able to move. When he finally did, he pulled her down against him.
They lay together, panting and sweating. Effie shifted, feeling stickiness from their combined releases beginning to dry between them. She rolled over and picked up the pack of wipes she kept in the nightstand and began to clean them both. Haymitch could do little more than lie there as he regained his breath.
Effie kissed him deeply, helping him to relax once more as she removed the toy. He made a soft groan at the feel of it (or was it the loss of it? She was all too familiar with the emptiness after he pulled out of her).
Haymitch seemed beyond words, watching her fondly through heavy eyelids. He pulled her back when she finished, slotting himself so his head was resting under her chin, and pressed his lips against her clavicle. Effie brushed her fingers through his hair until he spoke softly.
"I've never felt anything like that."
"Should I be nervous? Do I have competition?" Effie kissed his sweat-soaked hairline.
"Nothing compares to you, my darling girl. It was just different; it felt like it was everywhere. When you come, it seems like it starts from your core and works its way out. I thought that was just the perks of your anatomy… but this felt like it might be close to what you experience."
"We can incorporate more of this into the bedroom."
"Work up to that strap-on."
Effie felt a flicker of arousal lick between her legs and in her lower belly. "If you like."
"I think we both would." He nuzzled against her, pressing a rather chaste kiss to the hollow of her throat.
——————
It took several more sessions with the silicone toy before Haymitch felt ready for more.
The couple was making out on the couch one lazy spring afternoon, their books discarded along with their coffees, which would surely be ice cold when they returned to them. Haymitch began to caress her breast. Effie moaned into his mouth.
"Your black leather bra and underwear," Haymitch said between kisses.
Effie hummed against his mouth. "Yes."
"Put them on. Those black mesh stockings, too."
A thrill of anticipation bloomed in her body. Effie slid her hands down his back, squeezing his ass, making him grind his growing hardness against her thigh.
"Meet you in the bedroom."
When she joined him, dressed in the requested outfit, Haymitch was standing in the middle of the room. Hanging from his fingertips was the strap-on.
Effie bit her lip.
Haymitch let out a low growl of approval. "Fuck, you are so hot." His eyes roamed over her greedily. "Come here, my love."
She moved, magnetically pulled into his orbit. He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her in for a searing kiss.
He was already half hard, tenting his trousers deliciously. Effie let her hand stroke down his back and dip under the waistband of his pants, tracing her fingertips over his hips, then his covered bulge. Haymitch let out a low hum of approval, but covered her hand with his.
"Later. Let's get you ready."
He slid his hand across her stomach and down between her legs. He glanced up at her, a smirk blooming on his lips. "You're dripping."
He continued to let his fingers trace lazily over her folds, teasing her with the gentle caresses. She shifted her hips, and he laughed.
"Look at you. Already a mess thinking about fucking me." He let a finger dip inside of her, and she gasped.
"I thought I was going to take care of you."
"You are. Touching you gets me so fucking hard."
Effie wrapped her arms around his neck for balance and tilted her hips to allow him better access.
"Do you think this," he curled his fingers to press against her G-spot, forcing a ragged moan from her throat, "is similar to what I feel when you're fucking me?"
The tendrils of her own pleasure were starting to distract her. Effie tried to focus on his fingers and imagine his reactions when he was stimulating his prostate. Actually, it did seem like it was a similar reaction. Effie threaded her fingers through his hair and guided his head closer so she could nip at his earlobe. "I think it's very similar."
"You always feel so good when I'm inside you, or when you wrap your clever little hands around me, or when you use that gorgeous mouth… but I've always envied just how intensely you can come. The way your body starts to flush, and your train of thought starts to derail…" Heat began spreading from where his fingers were stroking her through the rest of her body.
"The way your breath starts to hitch, and your noises start to get more primal and uncontrolled. You let go so beautifully, Eff. The things you let me do to you, the way you let me make you come apart. The way you ride me, the way you take it so well. You are exquisite. My gorgeous girl."
He was going to make her come from just his words. She gripped his shoulders, feeling the telltale coiling of pleasure deep inside of her, making her walls squeeze around him. He pressed the heel of his palm against her clit. Then she was starting to come, embarrassingly quickly.
"That's it, baby."
And that was all she needed. He never used that pet name apart from the bedroom, and it worked almost every time. She would have cringed were it not in the throes of passion, but for some reason, she loved hearing it when she was about to fall apart.
He held her against him as she writhed, letting her ride out her orgasm and grind her hips against his palm. Haymitch rained kisses down her neck, slowly withdrawing his hand from between her legs.
"That's my girl."
Effie pulled him to her so she could kiss him. Her tongue slid across his lower lip, and he sighed deliciously, letting her slip past his lips to caress his tongue with hers.
He held her, careful to keep his wet fingers off her waist. Ever the gentleman. Effie took hold of his hand and sucked his fingers into her mouth, tasting her release. Haymitch's eyes were locked on her as she licked him clean.
"Get on the bed."
Haymitch obeyed immediately, walking backwards a few steps and sinking onto the mattress.
Effie dropped to her knees, legs still feeling wobbly after her orgasm. Haymitch made a soft groan and gripped his thighs when she crawled towards him. She pressed a kiss to his stomach.
She tugged at the bottom of his t-shirt, wordlessly asking him to remove it while she made quick work of the button and fly of his pants. He was rock hard. Effie palmed his constrained length through his underwear, teasing him until he lifted his hips to remove his pants and underwear in one swift movement. His erection sprang up against his lower belly, swollen and weeping. Effie couldn't help herself and slid her thumb across the slit, gathering the bead of arousal and swirling over the exposed head. She continued to tease him until he was panting, then she picked up the harness.
Haymitch watched with bated breath as she slid it up and over her hips and tightened the buckles until it fit snugly against her. He made a sound of approval as she spread lube over the toy.
"Turn over, darling," she said as she pressed a kiss to his cheek.
She ran her hand over his backside, taking the lubed dildo and letting it press against his entrance. A shaky breath left Haymitch's lips, and he looked over his shoulder at her.
"Ready?"
He nodded, and she let the head of the toy press against him. Haymitch groaned and let his head fall forward, pressing back against her, meeting her halfway.
Oh, she was going to enjoy this.
She thrust her hips in a shallow rocking motion, letting the toy nudge deeper each time until she was fully sheathed inside him. Haymitch let out a shaky breath. Effie stroked a soothing hand over his back.
"Still okay?"
"Yes," he breathed.
She rolled her hips slowly so as not to hurt him. He was more than ready, but she still remembered her first time, how the pressure had been overwhelming at the start.
Realization washed over her with a pleasant warmth that made goose flesh appear on her body—she was (in this unique situation) his first. The thought thrilled her more than she would ever admit out loud. Effie held onto Haymitch's hips, feeling rather powerful as she began to lengthen the thrusts.
"I think—ah!"
Effie stopped rolling her hips, stroking a soothing hand over Haymitch's hip. "What is it, darling?"
"I feel… too vulnerable like this. Can we change positions?"
"Of course," Effie carefully pulled out, and Haymitch shuddered. He dropped onto his hip, wincing slightly. "Did it hurt?"
"No, just a little…" he searched for the word, "intense."
Effie stroked his hair, "We don't have to—"
"I want to. Just needed to change it up."
"Okay. How can we get you the most relaxed and comfortable?"
He turned his head to kiss her inner wrist, stroking his hand over hers. "I'm open to suggestions."
Images raced through her mind's eye, each more erotic than the next. Haymitch on his side as she spooned him, standing bent over the dresser, on his back underneath her…
"Lie back, darling."
Haymitch obediently pushed himself back towards the headboard, settling down, hair fanning out enticingly under his head. Effe propped a pillow under his hips, as he often did for her when he was on top.
"How do I do this?" She had never thought through the logistics of what Haymitch did when he was on top. It came so naturally for him to maneuver himself and her, and bring them both to pleasure. Here, she felt like she was new and inexperienced. Well, they would learn together, she thought.
Haymitch laughed now, guiding her between his legs. "Start here. You can rest your hands on my chest or on either side of my waist. Bend your legs under mine."
Giving Effie instructions seemed to re-ground him. There wasn't a great deal of preciousness about his masculinity, but she could understand, after all his complicated and distressing history, that certain things made him feel less in control, even if he was with the woman he was most trusting of. They had discovered the hard way that he didn't like to be bound, and Effie was in no hurry to repeat the stress of that particular evening.
"The angle of the dildo will probably be more comfortable this way," Haymitch observed. " But more importantly, I get to admire your tits."
The bra did do wonders for her cleavage. She pressed a kiss to his chest and lined herself up with his entrance. With one more look of permission, followed by Haymitch's quick nod, Effie pressed the dildo into him once again.
If she had felt powerful while he was on his hands and knees, it was nothing compared to facing him. Effie's mouth fell open as Haymitch's eyes fluttered closed, as inch by delicious inch pressed its way into his body.
Haymitch's large hands fell to her hips and began to guide her movements.
"Just like that. Ohh, yes. Good girl."
"Shouldn't I be the one praising you? I'm on top."
"You're right; you should be calling me a good girl," Haymitch said with a breathy laugh.
Effie rolled her hips, earning a strangled gasp from Haymitch.
Repeating the action, she made Haymitch groan. "Oh, fuck, honey, that's good."
"You sound so hot like this."
"You look so hot like this." He let his hands roam over her body, cupping her breast and squeezing it. "You're so sexy, Eff. Wish you could see yourself." His eyelids were starting to grow heavy with arousal.
"I wish you could see yourself, too, my love. You look so beautiful."
"Really?" He made a soft moan as she rocked against him.
"Yes. I can't believe you're letting me do this." She let a hand trail down his leg, supporting herself with her left arm as she helped him wrap his leg over her hip. It wasn't easy to balance, keep thrusting, and move him around. "You make this look so easy."
Would she have to start doing arm exercises if they kept doing this? Perhaps she could pick up some shifts at the bakery to get her arms into shape. She shook her head, trying to get thoughts of the children out of her mind. No use getting distracted at a time like this.
Haymitch was moaning in time with her thrusts now. He began to aid her movement with his leg, starting a timid roll of his hips to meet hers. Effie felt another rush of arousal leave her when he licked his lips. She wished she could reach his lips to kiss him.
"Harder," he breathed.
Effie let her hips snap against his, feeling the fiery burn of muscles along her legs and up her abdominal walls. Oh, she was going to be very sore the next day.
Haymitch's cheeks began to flush as he stared down at their joined hips. His cock was trapped between the two of them, the head brushing against Effie's belly. She lowered herself further to stimulate it between their bodies. Haymitch let out a gasp, and his legs trembled.
"Oh, fuck me," he moaned.
"I thought that's what I was doing."
"You are such a bad girl. That feels fucking amazing. Right there. Don't stop."
The ease with which praise and filth fell from his lips always astounded her. She had rarely had the pleasure of being with such vocal partners in the past. When Haymitch had joined her in bed, his eventual freedom with his body had sparked something in her that she had never before experienced. He had encouraged her to be loud, to tell him what she wanted, what she didn't like; the trust they had built together made everything so much more intense. He had successfully ruined her to every other man—no one compared to him in bed.
He began to make soft noises, unlike anything she had heard from him. Between their stomachs, his cock was leaking, spreading liquid warmth across their skin.
"I love you. So perfect. Beautiful."
Effie let out a whimper of her own, so taken by his words and the state of him.
"What are you feeling, darling?"
"So full. I think—oh, I'm close. Faster. Please."
Effie didn't know how much faster she could go. She changed her pace to shorter but harder. The burning of her muscles was overwhelming, but Haymitch's noises urged her on.
He was scrambling for purchase on any part of her body he could get, head thrown back against the pillows. Were his spine as supple as hers, he would more than likely have been arching up into her. He was so desperately close.
And then he was coming hard and hot, writhing beneath her, moaning and whimpering. Effie felt a thrill of victory at the power of his release, and thrust against him until he was grabbing at her hips to still them.
She pulled out and climbed up beside him, collapsing into the bed. Her muscles were on fire from exertion, and she was panting almost as hard as Haymitch as he pulled her against him.
"I love you." He pressed a kiss to her jaw.
Effie threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him close. "I love you, too."
She held Haymitch against her as they both regained control of their breathing. He nuzzled against her, pressing his lips to her neck, her jaw, her shoulders. The harness was digging into her hip, but neither she nor Haymitch had the energy to do more than reach for the blanket. Normally, Effie would balk at the mess they both were, insisting on a shower and a change of sheets, but she thought a quick nap wouldn't hurt. She pulled Haymitch flush against her, and the pair fell into a satisfied sleep.