88 for trixya please. Please.
73. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
The morning after Trixie and Katya have sex the first time, Katya wakes up first.
She wakes up suffocating – too much heat and too many limbs tangled all together. It’s not the fairy tale she imagined, with Trixie’s limbs akimbo, one leg shoved between both of hers, with Trixie’s head on her chest, with Trixie’s arms wrapped around her torso, with Trixie snoring. Okay, so maybe it’s picture fucking perfect as the sun starts to blind her from behind shitty curtains. She’s so damn uncomfortable but god damnit if this doesn’t feel like everything is where it’s supposed to be. Trixie’s elbow is digging into her sternum. She is so sweaty. SHe doesn’t care.
Trixie inhales deeply as Katya lets out a breath, blinks into wakefulness against the shining sun. She doesn’t know what time it is and doesn’t care. The world seems to be at peace while these two boys finally settle into their lives.
Her whole body aches and she briefly considers going back to sleep until Trixie rolls over. He’s always been a pushy sleeper and now is no different as he does his damndest to untangle himself from Katya in his sleep. Katya watches him as he wraps both of his arms around his pillow and huffs back to sleep. He’s got the cutest pout on his lips, brows furrowed like the world has grieved him in some way. Katya leans over and kisses the furrow away.
Trixie’s skin smells like coconut.
She reaches the duffel bags by the window and fishes out a pack of smokes. Everyone knows the waft of cigarette smoke that comes from them is all Katya, her nicotine-stained fingers wrap around a Marlboro too many times for Trixie’s comfort and never enough for Katya’s. Half packs after stressful gigs, a whole pack after the first day of Drag Race, several after All Stars, and even more after all the travelling. Trixie hates it, but still chases the nasty smell out of her mouth after she’s done. She steps onto the balcony with her Bic and smoke, bare assed and naked for the world to see but she doesn’t care. If Trixie wakes up, he certainly won’t. The smoke burns for a second but after that all the endorphins start kicking in.
Katya jumps when she feels hands on her waist, lips on her shoulder blades and a tongue under her ear.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“I don’t care.”
Trixie bites her ear lobe and Katya leans back a little bit, feeling Trixie’s cock against the curve of her ass and she grins, letting the smoke billow from her mouth. She turns her head to catch Trixie’s lips in a kiss, but Trixie grimaces and pulls away.
“You taste awful.”
“Sorry, I had your ass for dinner last night and didn’t brush before going to sleep. It’s probably also your cum.”
“It’s the cigarette, cunt.” Trixie smacks Katya on the ass. “I’m gonna shower. You should join me when you’re done with this.”
Trixie leaves Katya with her thoughts and the only one she really has is, “wow. I like this.”