i'm treating that nsfw list as a meme .. Category One, Number 11 for Lia/Hunter
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11. ‘distraction’ sex
Hunter is vaguely considering hailing down the server with the tray of wine again, trapped in the throngs of alleged ‘art critics’ at the exhibition Lia asked him to come to. ‘Asked’, as in told him about right before giving him what was probably the most amazing, toe-curling, orgasm of his life, so yeah, he was definitely going. He doesn’t completely understand what he’s supposed to be looking for, only barely able to tell the difference between abstract and surrealism, but he’s pretty fucking sure that Lia has way more talent than some of the other art exhibits that are getting more bids.
“Lia, don’t worry about it, alright? You know you’re talented. You shouldn’t base your art on how many bids it has.” He tries to tell her when her face gets that pinched look, where she’s trying to act like she isn’t bothered but he knows her better than that. He knows it mostly has to do with how little her exhibition had brought in, only a few lonely stickers on the side to show for all her effort and time. He knows these exhibitions were important to Lia, but sometimes he hates people in general for not seeing her art. “Look, that guy didn’t even work on his. It just looks like he jerked off a tube of paint onto it.” He says heatedly, earning himself some glares from the crowd gathered around it, sneering back and only barely resisting the urge to flip them off.
“C'mon, let’s take a breather, eh? We can make fun of some of the other exhibits.” He says, gently towing her away from their corner of the gallery towards the more densely packed exhibits. Cutting through the crowds, he spied a dark hallway that was mostly empty of people, suddenly dragging her towards it until the sounds of people became muted in the dark. Ignoring her protests, he spotted a door and tried the knob, pulling her inside when it opened.
“This should be good.” He grins, pressing Lia against the door, his hands trailing down her thighs until he found the hem of her dress and slipped them underneath. “I think you just need… a little distracting.” He murmured, leaning in to capture her lips, his hands moving to pull at her hips until she wrapped them around his waist. The sound of his zipper seemed deafening in the silence of the dark room, their breaths and quiet moans the only other sounds audible. His fingers tightened on her hips as he lined himself up, sending a quick prayer to whatever God was out there that Lia was on the pill since there was no smooth way to whip out a condom in this position, and slid into her tight heat with a low groan, biting down on her bottom lip to keep himself quiet. His lips moved on to her shoulder, sucking kisses that darkened to wine into the skin that her dress revealed, while she began to ride him, excruciatingly, achingly slow, with a smirk tucked into his neck that let him know that she knew exactly what she was doing to him. Trailing his lips up to her neck, his hands held her steady as they rocked together in sync, sharing breaths between them as they traded open-mouthed kisses.
After they'd moaned and shaken through their respective orgasms, Hunter pulled away enough for Lia to get her feet underneath her and sort herself out, valiantly trying to keep from smiling at how obviously debauched she was but unable to entirely hide his smug smile. "Feeling better? We better head back before somebody notices we're gone and comes looking." He said, unable to resist leaning in for another brief kiss before smoothing out the lapels of his suit jacket.
When they were able to slip out of the closet and rejoin the crowd without attracting any attention, Hunter grinned at the suddenly large amount of stickers besides Lia's pieces that had grown substantially from before, and at Lia's face when she noticed it as well, before glancing around to hail down one of the gallery's employees so he could place a bid of his own.
