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danses-with-dogmeat · 1 year ago

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Day 30 -- Sarah Lyons

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober 2023, Day 30 are just below the cut!

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Breath Play with Sarah Lyons x m!Lone

Sarah Lyons is a badass, that much is definitely true, but I'd like to think she has a soft spot for sweet lil vaulties. 😏

I hope y'all enjoy! <3

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Included: Breath play, shower sex, hand jobs, kissing, touching, light cumplay, light dom/sub dynamics, light femdom.

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White steam billowed about their sodden forms, curling upwards in hazy coils that softened Lone’s features to her sultry gaze. Sarah’s eyes were only half-opened, as her arms wrapped around her partner’s shoulders, as she relented to his bullshit suggestion to help save more water.

‘It’s what my father would’ve wanted.’ He’d said, making her laugh and cringe all at once.

But ultimately, Lone was right. It was over now, the Enclave was gone, the purifier was working like it was always meant to, like Lone’s father had always dreamed it would, and, for the first time in her living memory, Sarah Lyons could enjoy the luxury of a hot shower and a bit of relaxation.

Her partner joining her was just the polish on the sword, and this… Their hands roaming over her scarred skin, their lips pressing to hers in passionate clashes, the heat of the water raining down, making her breathless, making Lone look fevered and intense and wild for her– well, more so than usual– it was overwhelming in the best of ways.

Sarah felt as though she had to fight him back, or the ex-vaultie would consume her whole. She’d seen him in the field, knew what he was capable of, and it excited her.

One of her hands smoothed to the front of him, sliding easily over the wetness on his chest, before her fingers found their way to his collarbones, then up to the column of his throat. At the same time, her other hand eased its way down his body leisurely, delighting in the feel of his muscular form, in the ways he’d changed from how she first knew him.

He’d been soft upon their first meeting. Soft, scared, and more out of place than a molerat in a vertibird’s piloting seat.

Then Lone had made a name for himself, he’d hardened along with the landscape that became his new home, he grew closer to what she wanted, what she needed in her life-- what she hadn't known until she met him.

Sarah had thought the Brotherhood would be her companion forevermore, that the Pride would take the place of those relationships she saw blooming at random intervals among Brotherhood knights, but this… What she had with Lone wasn’t what she expected, wanted, even, but now that she had it, she wondered how she ever got by before.

What she and Lone shared, maybe it wasn’t absolutely necessary for her survival, but it made her feel alive like nothing else.

Even the rush of the battlefield didn't quite compare to this thrilling bliss.

Lone’s sounds left him in rough growls as her hand set more firmly over his throat, putting pressure there the way he liked, as her other hand journeyed over his heaving torso, and dipped down to brush over his stiffening erection.

A breathless chuckle left him, and Sarah felt her hand jostle at the bob of his Adam’s apple.

“Mm, Sarah…” It came out so husky already, and she’d barely started with him.

She felt Lone’s hands running up her body in-turn, one grasping at the softness of one breast, as the other dug its short nails into the small of her back, hauling her closer. Her grip only tightened in response, both at his cock and his neck, and Lone released another heady groan.

They knew how to play each other, like the feel of a laser rifle in hand, she knew him now. Lone’s ins and outs, what made him tick, how he operated, where exactly she needed to touch to get the exact response she craved.

“Fuck, baby, your hands are rough.” He growled it out like it irked him, but Sarah smiled at it all the same, and gave him another dizzying squeeze.

“Only to your smooth, baby skin, vaultie.” She chuckled, and saw an answering smile rise to his expression as more of a grimace.

“Just lucky we have all this water,” She continued, her voice low amid the hiss of the shower water hitting the concrete floor below. “Helping to ease my way over you. May not be so fortunate next time.”

“Mm, no.” Lone rasped as she began to work over his cock, using the little lubrication the water provided to work her calloused fingers over the grooves of his swollen shaft. “No, but I don’t– ah, you know I like it rough.”

“That’s what you say.” She teased as she blinked water droplets from her blonde eyelashes. “But it’s hard to believe when you never quit complaining about it.”

Sarah picked up her pace, pulsing her grip around his cock and his throat alike as she began to ease off his air supply, as she felt a tightening heat fill his member to bursting, as his tip began to leak a new kind of lubrication.

“Oh, Sarah,” She mocked him, “Too fast! Too tight, too hard! Mercy, please!” She saw him flinch, his hazy, distant eyes sparking with a good-natured annoyance at her teasing, even as his body started to tremble, as his face started to redden to that same deep color as his cock from the lack of air.

“Not like those silky, sweet hands of… Ah, shit, what was the girl’s name? Amanda?”

“Amat–” Lone tried, but Sarah’s grip melted his word into a helpless moan.

“Doesn’t matter.” She said with a shit-eating grin spread over her features, dulled only slightly by the arousal she felt at seeing her partner this way. “She’s not here now, is she? Nah, you’re stuck with the mean, gruff Brotherhood Sentinel, the one who makes you shake and plead until you're bursting at the seams.”

He damn-near whimpered at that, knowing it to be true.

God, I love when he gets like this.

Her strong, solid Brotherhood brother-in-arms, dissolved down to that sweet, soft vault boy she was remiss to fall for in the first place. Only around her could he let down his guard like this.

She’d been the first of the Brotherhood to meet him, after all, when he had been so oblivious to what he was that he didn’t feel the need to hide it behind that stoic, formidable exterior mask he plastered to himself all the time now.

She loved who he became, loved what he did for the Brotherhood, the CW, the whole entire Wasteland, and she respected the hell out of him for all of it, but… Still, in her own serious, level-headed heart, Sarah had a deep affection for that sweet, stumbling amateur she’d met those months ago.

My sweet Lone… she’d called him one night, brushing her fingers through his hair and feeling the fineness of it. He’d almost looked offended, until he shifted to look into her eyes. Then, Lone knew the truth of it.

She’d loved him all the while, long before she gave herself permission to.

“Please, Sarah.” He choked out around the pressure of her hand. It’d grown more firm without her realizing, her fingers squeezing the walls of his throat so tightly, she could hear the labor it took for him to haul in any semblance of oxygen.

She released her hold slightly, and felt his body heave as it drank in breath. His eyes regained some of their presence; though, now they threatened to roll back in his head as his muscles strained from the feeling of oxygen suddenly flooding into them.

His cock pulsed at the very same time, oozing his precum out over her fingers as his hips bucked, until the stream of the shower washed it away. The warm droplets pattered down like a massage, easing her own muscles while stimulating her partner at the very same time, as she kept the sensitive head of him tilted up to meet the pressure of the water raining down.

“Want to finish for me?” She prompted, her subconscious growing increasingly anxious at the amount of clean, fresh water vanishing down into the drain.

“Yes.” It came out weakly, and the gruffness had a chill erupting up her spine, spreading gooseprickles over her skin as it went. “Let me finish f-for you, Sarah.”

“Buck into me.” She commanded, and Lone instantly relented to her.

His hips clashed wildly into her touch, until the head of his cock was jamming into the skin just below her belly button. She clenched her hand tightly around him, gripping the loose skin until she felt it drag against her palm, until she saw the way his teeth gritted and his face grew dark with the overstimulation of her contact in addition to the distinct absence of oxygen.

“Close.” Lone choked, and Sarah felt his cock pulse in her hand again, this time overtly noticeable, even with the feel of the water battering her skin, she felt his hips tremble as they pushed forward into her, growing more frantic with each passing moment.

The water was growing cooler around her, but she wasn’t sure if it was the time they’d spent there in the shower, or the stifling heat of her own skin making it seem so.

Come on. Her mind urged, as her hand quickened, and as she heard her partner attempt to gasp, as his mouth opened in a silent, winded “O”, she released the pressure on his throat and cock all at once.

Her hand stayed around him on both accounts, but the oxygen flooding in, the lack of stalling pressure around the length of his cock, and he was at his release, gasping audibly this time as he sprayed enthusiastic ropes of his spend onto her belly. Lone’s whole body shook until he was falling against the metal wall behind him, with only Sarah’s hold to keep him standing.

His labored breaths, coming out as weak, raspy moans in his throat’s soreness, had her own arousal chomping at the bit within her, ready for her own bit of stimulation to send her over the edge after him.

I’ll have to wait though. No more wasting water, we’ve been selfish enough as it is.

She felt his member give one last pulse against the grip of her hand, before it softened, and she released him. Lone blinked at her, looking as though he’d just awoken. He was a sodden mess, hair dripping down into his tired eyes, hands shaking, shining chest heaving with his deep intakes of breath, his whole body glistening with shower water and sweat alike.

They allowed themselves both one final run of their hands, hers still firm as they wiped him down, helping to clean the remnants of their recent efforts from his skin, the same as his shaking hands did with her. She reveled in his touch as much as her conscience would allow, the feel of his body's light trembles in the aftermath, the delicate way he wove his fingers over her skin, that deep, genuine care in his fatigued expression.

Then the lever squealed as she reluctantly pulled her hand from him and turned the shower off, the pouring water sputtering as it came to a halt above them.

Lone’s hands were still on her though, grasping around her body, wantonly for the fact that he’d just orgasmed and looked more worn than an initiate after their first day at bootcamp. His fingers dipped between her legs briefly, and he felt her own enthusiasm there, present in the sticky wetness within her folds that had failed to wash off.

“Seems we’re not done yet…” Lone's voice rasped, tired still, but mischievous, and filled with lewd promises for what was to come.

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