come alive (explicit) (hermes foo)

13 March 2014

Tries to sleep, at least, gets three quarters of the way there and stuck on disjointed daydreams and calls it good enough. She thinks about Jolyne, about that awful scheming smile that gets on her face sometimes and that always ends up with them either cracking up on a side street or getting bailed out of the police station by Jolyne's dad and mostly making out either way. About the shape of Jolyne's wrists and fingers, about the curve of her neck and back, about her ass, holy fuck, Hermes' favorite hobby is fast getting to be dropping shit and asking Jolyne to pick it up just so she could watch her bend over. Once Jolyne had slipped into the shower with her and pressed her ass up against Hermes' cock, pressed her palms against the shower wall and rubbed back on Hermes until she was coming and they were both messier than they had been before the shower and Jolyne kept looking back at her the whole time with this grin that could be illegal. Hermes thinks about Jolyne's mouth, about biting down on her lips, about how her cock fits so easy in Hermes' hand. Shit, the worst thing about Jolyne being gone is when Hermes gets like this she can't just drape herself over Jolyne's shoulders and whine until Jolyne gets her off, she has to stay squirming and take care of herself, or --

She thinks about how something just dragged up on her cock and laid itself out heavy on her chest and halfway through tipping her hips up she opens her eyes and practically jumps out of her skin.

"Jesus Christ," she yelps, because not six inches from her nose is Foo's face, chin resting on its folded arms, body flat on Hermes'. It wriggles its hips again right overtop Hermes' dick and Hermes makes a strangled sound. "Foo, you scared the shit out of me."

"Were you asleep or were you just trying to be asleep? Say the second one, I'll feel less bad that way." Foo beams up at her and pushes its shoulders up by digging its elbows into Hermes' ribs. Hermes winces and bears with it. "Either way you were totally dreaming, you were making dreamy faces like you always do. What were you dreaming about, was it me?"

"Yeah, I was dreaming about fucking a swamp, and the swamp was you, babe." Foo looks delighted and Hermes flicks its nose. "No, I was dreaming about Jolyne. And I was kind of asleep, yeah."

"Ah, well, it's ok. Once I caught you mumbling my name in the middle of the night so that makes up for now." It's hard to tell with Foo when it's telling the truth or when it's just saying what it wants to say, but either way it always looks so earnest and pleased with itself that Hermes isn't going to play detective. It squirms to sit up across Hermes' hips, palms fanning out over her stomach. "Though you didn't sound too happy, then."

"Where the fuck did you even come from, Foo?" Hermes tries to shift under it, get her own weight up higher but every time she moves her cock pushes up between Foo's legs and makes her hiss. She gives up after a few tries. Foo's heavy, besides.

"The ocean? Or do you mean here, like, our room? I live here, too, you know," Foo says. It shrugs. "I was taking a bath is all."

Which explains it: Hermes and Jolyne had gotten home at least two hours ago, but Foo's baths could last up to half the day if it had its way. It was always a shock when they walked in to the bathroom to take a piss and saw it resting at the bottom of the tub looking for all the world like it had died. And then it would just wave like nothing was wrong, and pop up to talk to them while they peed, and that made everything really difficult.

Foo wiggles in its place on Hermes' crotch again and Hermes hears herself groan. Foo's head tips, bangs shifting to one side.

"You're still hard," it says.

"Thank you for reminding me, Foo." She's speaking through gritted teeth. "I was actually just about to do something about that, if you'd just move."

Foo peers down at her, eyebrows scrunched together, like it's studying her weird human face (which it probably is) and hasn't decided whether or not it likes it. Then it bursts into a grin, all sweet and childish and vaguely frightening, and it says, "Can I take care of it, Hermes, please?"

It's hard to look at Foo when it makes that face like a kid in a candy store and say yeah, of course you can touch my genitals, because you sort of feel like you're corrupting something pure and untouched. But on the other hand, if you know what Hermes knows, it's a lot harder to say no.

"Sure thing, Foo," Hermes says, half grinning herself, now, and Foo pumps its fist and rolls off Hermes' hips so it can hop off the foot of the bed and tug at Hermes' ankls. Hermes laughs and scooches forward until her legs are dangling off the edge of the bed and she has herself propped up on her hands, cock still pressing up through her panties and her skirt.

Foo drops down between Hermes' knees, its legs folding under it easily, and flips up the hem of Hermes' skirt until it can see the wet spot of precome staining her plain underwear. It leans in without pretense and closes its mouth over the spot and sucks through the fabric, draws a breath right out of Hermes' lungs at the same time. It hums over the head of Hermes' cock and tongues at her slit through the cloth.

"C'mon," Hermes grumbles soon enough, pushing at Foo's forehead with the heel of her palm. With her other hand she pulls the elastic of her panties up and over her cock. "Don't fuck around."

Foo sticks out its tongue and rolls its eyes dramatically and Hermes regrets ever teaching it to do that. "Needy needy!" it chirps, but all the same it hooks its fingers in Hermes' panties and drags them down her thighs, Hermes lifting her hips to ease the way. When they're off her legs Foo unabashedly presses its tongue to the inside of them and laps at the precome there, too. Hermes gives it that much, knows its weird thing about liquids, but rubs at her cock with her palm until Foo drops the underwear and takes her dick in one hand.

"Ready?" it asks.

"Jesus, do you really gotta ask -- FUCK, fuck," she says back, because right as she nods Foo slides her cock all the way into its throat, up to the point that its nose is pressing into Hermes' skin, tongue rubbing at the underside of her and throat swallowing and sure it starts like this every single time Foo blows her but it's not like she's ever going to get used to it. Foo sucks on her hard and Hermes can only tip her head back to look blankly at the ceiling.

It's fucked up but Foo loves doing this sort of shit, and it's already working up a drool around her that drips down its chin and onto its knees. Hermes looks back down at it and it glances up with a sort of spark in its eyes, arms draped over Hermes' thighs lazily, bobs down somehow further onto her cock and she groans when Foo pulls back with a thick string of spit hanging from its lips.

"Is it good?" it asks, wiping its mouth. "You can move, you know, I can't gag. At least I don't think I can? I've never gagged before. But I can try it if you want me to! Some people like that, you know? I'll just make it up."

Foo makes a string of horrible fake-gagging noises that come out more like a mix of gargling and death metal screams and Hermes can't help but laugh. She pats Foo's cheek fondly. "Foo, you are the least sexy thing in the whole damn world."

"And you love me."

"And I love you," she agrees, and leans down to kiss it. "Now get back to work, goddamn, I don't wanna hear your weird gagging sounds."

Foo salutes cheekily and opens its mouth wide so Hermes can guide her cock back onto its tongue, and then it rocks its head down and coos a happy noise around her. It's damn good at this, even for all that it's getting spit on the bedspread; it gets the head of her way at the back of its throat and tightens down gently there, a sort of inhuman thing because it isn't human, it once asked her if she'd like it if it made its throat tighter and it could, if it wanted to. Now it works its head down on Hermes until it has her all the way in its mouth, pulls back and restarts, a smooth and slick and wet movement of heat around Hermes' cock. Sometimes it notices her watching, and it smiles around her like it's having the time of its life.

Which it might be.

Hermes gets her fingers in its hair and jerks her hips into Foo's hold on her and Foo makes this noise like surprise and thrill. Its mouth goes looser around her and that's as much an invitation as she's going to get with its mouth full. She shifts forward on the bed, gets an even footing, and shoves forward into Foo's mouth and her cock moves so easily there against the soft flesh at the back of Foo's throat and Hermes can only swear aloud, say nonsense shit and Foo's name. Foo swallows around her again and she makes a broken sort of embarrassing noise.

"Lil more, Foo, just a lil more," she swears, promises, and somehow Foo goes more slack around her cock, more soft and wet, and it's probably some kind of weird plankton-person thing like how its skin feels strange and pillowy compared to her own and how it can make its tits bigger for kicks, but she's not thinking that hard about it. She's just thrusting into the heat of its mouth until it all comes tight and hard in her gut.

When she comes she grips at Foo's hair and Foo seals its mouth around the head of her cock, steadies it with one hand. Foo's come thing is kind of gross, she guesses, but mostly kind of hot and she can't look away when it closes its eyes and pumps its hand down her dick and swallows the spurts of come that land on its tongue. It doesn't let up till it's sure she's done, and then it swallows again, sucking on its own tongue like to get every last drop.

"You're a fucking porn star, Foo," Hermes pants, releasing Foo's hair and smoothing it back down. Foo just beams brightly and shrugs with one shoulder. Hermes picks up her panties off the floor and wipes Foo's mouth with them, getting all the spit off its chin before she tugs at its arms and scooches both of them back up the bed. When they settle with their heads on the pillows, she loops her arms around Foo's neck and kisses it lazily.

"Are you really gonna go back to sleep? You were just sleeping," Foo complains between kisses. "Humans are so boring. Eat fuck sleep, wash rinse repeat. Except usually the wash rinse repeat part doesn't even have water in it!"

"Shut the hell up, nerd," Hermes manages. "It's your fault, you wore me out." She snuggles into Foo's chest and lets her eyes drift closed.

"All right, all right," Foo sighs. It tangles its legs together with Hermes'. "Sleep all you want. But Jolyne's gonna be pissed when she sees the mess we made of the bed."

"Eh," Hermes says. "She can suffer."

Jolyne's out, anyway, so Hermes sleeps.