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"Hope..." Jet said breathlessly. "I never thought you would try to kill me."
She would have called him dramatic if he was deadly serious with that, but the little grin on his lips gave him away. Two could play at that game, though. Hope fixed her boyfriend with a faux-innocent gaze, biting at her lip to stop herself from laughing. "What... don't you like leather, baby?" they asked nonchalantly, wrapping their arms around his neck and pressing their body close to his in a way that made him shiver slightly.
"Oh I... really like it..." he replied, running his hand down the side of her catsuit from her waist to her hip, making their skin tingle as he grazed over the fishnet panels. "Fuck, you look so hot..." he breathed, leaning in for an unusually hesitant kiss, likely aware that anything more would cause them both to get carried away. "...You wanna just... go home?" he ventured with a grin, biting his lip, and it was honestly hard to tell whether he was serious or joking.
"First of all, where's "home"?" Hope asked with their brows raised. They'd both agreed to have a tidy up of their respective apartments now that they'd started to spend more time between the two rather than being confined solely to the balcony. Hope was still finding shards of their broken bathroom mirror everywhere, including a huge one that had gotten lodged behind the sink. So the fact they'd been apart for more or less an entire day made his offer extremely tempting if it was genuine.
"Whoever's is closest?" Jet suggested with a grin, running a hand through Hope's hair and making their scalp tingle. They locked eyes with him for a moment, mulling it over with a little smirk.
"I'm incredibly flattered you'd choose me over a rave, baby." they said with a smile. "But... everyone's already inside..." she relented, gazing over at the entrance and then back to Jet, tapping him on the collarbone with a serious expression. "And friends do not let friends listen to EDM sober."
"Oh c'mon, it's good!" Jet protested, but he couldn't help but giggle a little.
"It's great....... unless you're sober." they insisted with a laugh, stepping back slightly and reaching for his hand, leading him in the direction of the entrance. "What did you get, anyway?"
"Just mephedrone." Jet replied. "Don't worry it's not that strong..." he assured, used to them checking beforehand by this point. "I actually... think I took it with Theo when we first met..." he admitted absent-mindedly.
"Oh..." Hope responded. "Well then it's got to be pretty mild then, he was always kind of a pussy about that stuff." she murmured casually, looking away.
"Babe... are you jealous?" Jet asked, peering over at his girlfriend curiously.
"What? No." they insisted, letting out a huff of laughter. "I'm joking." Their eyes flicked back to him, a little smile on their lips. "Mostly."
"Hey, come here." Jet said, stopping and reaching across to grab their other hand too, pulling them to face him, shaking his head but giving them an enthusiastic smile. "I love you so fucking much, okay?!" he said affectionately. Hope smiled back, practically melting.
"I love you too." they replied. They really were mostly kidding. But the reassurance meant a lot to them. They gave a happy sigh as they stared into his eyes. "My Jetset." they said fondly, raising a hand to his face and pressing their thumb lightly to his cheek, watching him blush slightly. He had the cutest little round face, it was hard not to want to smoosh it all the time.
"My Bebony." he returned with equal affection, leaning in and nuzzling his nose against theirs. They felt their cheeks practically catch fire.
"Th-that's not fair, I'm not allowed to use your real name." they protested, but their flustered tone betrayed them. Jet gave them a pleased little smirk. They leaned in to kiss him before he could reply with anything that would incite them to bite him instead. This time it was a little longer, warmly, deeper. Hope had to pull themselves away sharply before it could get too intense, the two staring at each other, their breathing a little audible.
"You... sure you want to go...?" Jet offered one last time, eyes searching theirs with a smile. Hope closed their eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath in and out, but sticking to their guns.
"We've been dating for months now." they replied firmly, letting go of his face and taking his hand again so he could lead them inside. "I'm sure we can control ourselves for a couple of hours."
Hope practically slammed Jet against the door as he fumbled to lock it behind them, before the two of them resumed kissing frantically, muffled moans and whimpers passing between the two. She raised her leg up, pressing her calf to the door to pin him there, and he reached an arm under her thigh to take some of the weight, simultaneously grabbing hard at her ass and forcing a groan from her. They probed their tongue into his mouth furiously and he brought his to meet it with just as much enthusiasm, his free arm gripping tight around their back and pulling them close, bucking his hips up against them shakily.
"Fuck..." they gasped, tilting their head back a little out of the kiss, breathing heavily. "You're s-so fucking hard..." they murmured deliriously, pinning their body against his even more firmly and getting a whine in response. As always they loved how easily turned on he was.
"Because you're... so damn... sexy babe..." Jet panted back between kissing down their neck and across the exposed section of their chest. "I want you... I want you... I'll do whatever you want..." His hand drops from their thigh so both can roam their back, their waist, their hips, it feels like he's touching them everywhere at once.
"F-fucking hell babyboy, I-I..." they began to tease, and maybe if she was sober she could finish that train of thought, but right now she's high as shit from the combination of the mephedrone and alcohol and just as desperate as he is; their head buzzing, their whole body tingling and their underwear absolutely flooded. Hence why it took precisely one intoxicated dance a little too close together before they were dragging each other to a bathroom stall. "God... fuck it... I really want you too." they admitted in a moan. "I... I need you..."
Jet whined hard at that, grabbing them and launching forward to flip them up against the side wall of the stall, reaching to their chest to fiddle with the zip of their catsuit, tugging it down to their waist, pressing more kisses to their neck while they gasped with every touch. "How... far does this zipper... go babe?" he asked as he slipped his hands in to touch their chest, rubbing hard at their erect nipples through the dark green lace of their bra.
Hope leant their head back against the wall with shaky breaths as he did it, the touch making them tingle and sending shockwaves right down the centre of their body. "A-all..." they stuttered, "Oh... oh god... Jet... mmm... all the way." They pulled him closer by the back of his neck, leaning forward again and taking a sharp bite of his neck, moaning hard into his skin and causing him to moan out loudly too, pressing his hips up against them again.
"Fuck... you... you turn me on so bad..." Jet whimpered, wriggling out of their grip to which they offered little resistance, bending down a little and biting down himself; on the zip pull so he could keep his hands on their boobs. As he sank to his knees in front of her, slowly sliding the zip down with his mouth, exposing the centre of her body in the process, she slipped a hand inside of the suit, shielding her crotch because her thong was just as thin as her bra and even in this state they were pretty paranoid about zip-related injuries.
Jet kept going as far as he could, nudging between their legs a little with his face and then having to finally free one of his hands to unzip it all the way around to their ass. As soon as they moved their hand, he grabbed one of their thighs again and immediately started to run his tongue hard over their clit through the lace, leaving them moaning out loud in their uninhibited state.
"Fuck... yeah... baby..." they cried out through panted breaths, reaching their hand into his hair and pulling his mouth closer, too in need of the friction to wait. Jet took this as a sign to pull their thong aside and trace his tongue along their slit, squirming at his enjoyment of tasting them, then flicking at their clit hard as he reached his hands back up so he was pressing on both their nipples.
They tried to show their further appreciation by reaching down to take a firm grip of his throat, the hand in his hair pulling hard. "Fuck... ah... good boy..." they praised, but then decided to throw in a little degradation for his sake. "You're such a good little whore for me, baby."
"Mmmm-mmm-mmm-" Jet moaned out against their clit, his noises vibrating against them in a way that made them quiver, flicking at the underside with his tongue before beginning to push it right inside of her entrance. Their brows knotted together as they stared down at him to get a good look, gasping hard, their face burning hot. Jet's grey eyes were clouded with arousal as his lids fluttered over them, what they could see of the tent in his pants was so significant it looked painful. They couldn't wait anymore, and they didn't want him to have to, either.
"Jetty I nee-need... I need your cock baby." they murmured, though Jet didn't stop at first, replacing the tongue-fucking with long, slow licks all the way up their clit that had them writhing against the cubicle sidewall. "Baby, please..." they whined, already feeling close to the edge and struggling to resist giving into the temptation. They used their grip on his throat and hair to pull him back a little, clawing their nails down the back of his head. "This is... so good but... I wanna cum all over your dick." Jet's chest heaved with aroused breaths, but he nodded within their grip, still looking up at them hazily and open mouthed before pulling his hands out from their suit, pushing it open as he went so their chest and most of their stomach was exposed. They took his hand to help pull him to his feet, slamming down the toilet lid so they didn't have to touch it anymore than was necessary before pushing him down to sit on it a lot more gently, bending down and leaning over him, their barely covered tits right in his face as they gazed down at him dizzily. Their gorgeous boy; always so sweet, always so horny for them, always so eager to please them, fuck.
"Get it out for me." they instructed breathily, not admitting that the main reason they needed him to do so was less out of a desire for dominance and more because they weren't sure they could handle undoing anything in this state. They knew from experience Jet was far more used to doing this while high, so he quickly got through one of his belts, then the other, then the fastening of his pants, his dick springing to attention in a way that had them rubbing their thumb across the soaked tip through his boxers before pulling them back, eyeing up his bare cock hungrily.
"Ebony, baby... fuck, you're so fucking hot." Jet panted as he looked up at her. She spread her legs wordlessly either side of his thighs and lowered herself down on him, pausing for a moment at the tip to leave him whining and grabbing at their waist, before moving their hand and sinking right down, both of them letting out a high moan as they curled forward against each other. Hope sighed out hard at the relief of having him inside them, before grasping at Jet's shoulder and leaning back on his knee to get some purchase to lift their hips, dropping back down on him quickly, then repeating it, the two of them already moaning out loudly every time she sunk down onto his cock. They were so wet that they had to be careful not to slip as they did it, but they had to admit it led to the most satisfying noises every time.
Jet pulled back Hope's bra to expose their breasts fully, running his tongue over one nipple then the other in turn, leaving them leaning their head back and gasping. But he soon wrapped his hand around their waist to pull them closer, practically burying his face in their cleavage as he began to thrust desperately upward too, moaning into their skin. He reached into the gap between them and gripped at their thigh again with his other hand, his thumb rubbing firm, rapid circles against their clit that brought them right back to the brink again.
"You... make me... me... feel... so good, baby..." came the fractured moans from their mouth as the pleasure reached dizzying heights, slamming down deliriously on his dick as his touch set their clit aflame with slow, hot tingling, moaning and gasping on top of him, their blood starting to pound in their ears. "Oh fuck... I love fucking you Jet..."
"Fuck... yeah baby..." Jet whimpered back, his hands tight at their back as he nuzzled between their soft boobs, running his tongue along their ribcage to savour the taste of their skin. "Use me... fuck... use my cock baby..." he coaxed, only further spurring them on.
"Oh... fuck... oh... mmm~..." they responded unintelligibly, as he took their noises as reasoning to speed right up with his hand, sending them over the edge. "J-Jet... I'm... gonna... ah... ahhhhhhh~" Their eyes rolled back, forcing them to squeeze them shut, as the tingling spread outward across their whole pelvis, feeling every inch of Jet's heavily pierced cock as their pussy clenched around it, another moan pressed against thier cleavage as he felt them climax, the room spinning around them.
The only action she could manage was to keep bouncing up and down on Jet, everything feeling all the more slick and slippery as he let out more whimpers and gasps into their skin. "Babe... fuck... mmm..." he continued to murmur, not stopping his utterances until his body gave a soft jolt and he tipped his head back away from their chest. "Gonnacum... mmm... Ebony..." he cried out as they felt the swell of his dick and the warmth of him cumming inside them, clenching their legs around his hips with a soft sigh as they hold him close.
Both of them were still panting as they began to come down from it, slowing their movements to a stop. "Mmm... baby..." Hope sighed with satisfaction as she draped her arm around Jet's shoulders and buried her face into his hair, both of them still clenching and twitching from the aftershocks. "Fuck... I love you..." she murmured in a slightly slurred tone, kissing his head.
"I love you too..." he murmured back against her shoulder. They held each other close for a while, lost in the warm glow in their intimate, inebriated, and thoroughly satisfied state. It was actually a good job neither of them fell asleep easily given how heavily relaxed they both were. "Hey uh..." Jet ventured as the breathing of both of them began to slow. "I've been meaning to ask... what is this?" He ran a hand over a flat shape against her thigh. The leather of this suit was so thick that even Hope, who was usually pretty sensitive to that kind of thing, had forgotten they had it in thier pocket it as soon as they became intoxicated.
"Oh." they laughed. "It's actually a piece of mirror." they explained. "Y'know the one that randomly smashed the first time we were in the bath together?"
"Right... that was... was weird..." Jet mused. Didn't stop them finishing what they were doing, but it certainly was bizarre.
"Yeah, I thought we'd all be meeting outside, I was gonna ask Zaze about it." they explained. Way back when they'd mentioned the odd qualities of the edges of the glass, he said it sounded familiar and offered to take a look at it, but they'd thought all the pieces were gone by then, only to find more today. "Shit..." they slurred, finding themself breaking into giggles. "I can't believe I brought a shard of glass to a fucking rave."
"My babygirl's dangerous like that." Jet teased, giggling back as he nuzzled against their neck. He paused for a moment. "Ooh... if you'd known... would you have used it?" he asked against their skin, his tone a little flirty. Hope leaned back a little, raising their brows at him as if checking he was suggesting what they thought he was suggesting.
"No knives during chemsex." they scolded playfully, tapping him on the nose. "And no chems during knifeplay."
"It's technically not a knife..." Jet pointed out with a pout. Hope shook their head but smiled, leaning in and kissing him on the cheek before grabbing a bunch of toilet paper, ready to start cleaning up enough that they could at least return to the rave without too much suspicion.
Soft footsteps could be heard over by the sinks and they looked at each other, wondering how long whoever it is had been in here because neither of them had heard the main door open at any point. Then again, if someone came in while they were in the middle of things, they would probably have been too wrapped up in each other to notice, which means anyone out there would have likely witnessed some extremely unambiguous noises.
Hope bundled up the toilet paper, shoving it against their entrance as they raised up off of Jet and sliding their panties across to hold it in place. They surveyed the stains on his pants and leaned close to whisper in his ear as they manage to buckle them back up for him, leaving him to do his belts. "Might want to avoid the blacklights for the rest of the night." they warned. Jet let out a breathy giggle and they giggled softly back.
There was a rather sudden knock on the cubicle door that made them both jump. They exchanged glances again. Fuck. Hope had always figured the two of them would get kicked out of somewhere for this kind of behaviour at some point, but she still wasn't prepared for the anxiety of it.
"Oh god this is so fucking embarrassing." they whispered. They'd been so wrapped up in the high and the sex and each other they'd basically paid little attention to whether anyone was listening, and they'd likely been ratted out to security. Hope fiddled desperately with the zipper of their suit, pushing their boobs back in before drawing it back up.
"Babe, it's fine, I'll smooth things over, OK?" Jet reassured in a whisper too, leaning in to kiss their cheek. Hope nodded but they were still kind of worried. They slid off of his lap and pressed themself against the side of the cubicle so they'd be unseen behind the door... as long as no-one checked for feet. Jet rose to his, but he came over to them, pushing thier hair back one more time. "Y-you're so beautiful." he slurred quietly.
"Jet, the door..." they reminded him in an anxious whisper. Realising, he nodded and walked over to unlock it, taking a deep breath in and out before opening the door just a crack and peering around.
"Hey look, we're really sorry, we got carried awa-" Jet began, only to freeze up immediately mid-sentence, clinging to the cubicle door. It was kind of odd.
"Baby?" Hope asked in a low voice, reaching for his waist.
Immediately the door was slammed wide open, knocking the two goths backwards, Jet yelping as he was thrown against the floor, Hope letting out a gasp as her head slammed hard against the toilet seat, clutching a hand to it.
"Jet." said an oddly familiar voice. A voice that would have had a soft, friendly feel to it, were it not spitting out the name like it was venemous. "Ebony."
Hope grabbed across for Jet's hand and looked up in horror, because despite the impossibility of it, she knew that voice.
He was as tall and as pale as ever, and if anything he was all the more handsome, his blue eyes even darker than usual but lit up in a way that was almost... otherworldly, white pinpricks glowing like stars in his enlarged irises. Two curved horns protruded from his long, flowing brown hair.
A wide smile lit up the demon's face as he stared down at the couple. That smile that Hope had found very affectionate back when they had a crush on him... and oddly sinister every time they'd happened to see it from the day they got with Sandy onwards. But now, with that almost voidlike stare trained in thier direction, it was downright terrifying.
"Long time no see, eh...?" Theo asked them both menacingly.