themes: playfulness, intimacy, romance

acts: cunnilingus, fellatio

CW/TW: N/A

no. of words: ~2100
reading time: 5 - 10 min

setting: hotel suite

characters:

• Celia (she/her, femme-presenting, female-bodied)
• Mateo (he/him, masc-presenting, male-bodied)

"Babe, this room is gorgeous!" It was so rare that they got to go out, and Celia was excited that they sprang for a nice hotel.

"It really is. I have the sense we'll be spending a good bit of time here..." He dropped his backpack by the door. They had packed light. They could only afford one night and didn't have any plans for the evening.

After checking the room for bed bugs ("You can never be too sure! It doesn't matter how nice the place is!" Celia would say; Mateo used to play along, but now he dutifully participated), they tested the bounciness of the bed. "This'll do!" giggled Celia as she flopped and twisted on the bed. Mateo used his hands to shove down on the bed, disrupting her movement.

"Hey!" She shot him a stern glance. They both laughed.

"So, early dinner, or...?" Mateo started to search for any menus in the room. Celia wandered into the bathroom.

"Gawd, have you seen the tub??"

Mateo followed the sound of her voice. "Holy shit..." His mouth fell agape as he stared at the ornate object before him that could hardly be described as a bathtub. Beautiful molding with gold leafing adorned a mini pool that could fit a grown man laying flat on his back. The faucet was part fountain, gracefully arching over the basin like a swan's neck. Jets were discretely placed behind finely etched shells. Luxurious soaps graced a tray on one edge of the basin.

"Something is missing!" Celia ran back into the bedroom.

"How could anything possibly be missing?? Look at this thing!"

Celia ran back to the bathroom, peeking her face around the door frame. "Fifteen minutes," she flashed her open hands to count to fifteen before disappearing back into the bedroom. Mateo wandered after her.

"What are you planning?"

"It's a secret." She popped a grape into her mouth from the cheese tray she found by the bed, eyes sparkling. She was a master at flirting with her eyes.

Mateo gave in and flopped on the bed. "Ok, mi amor." Celia slunk over to the bed, draping her body along his side. Her fingers walked across his chest as she lowered her face to his ear.

"It will be worth it, mi amor," she whispered, and then nibbled the top of his ear.

"Hey!" Mateo hated that, and she knew it. She quickly slid off the side of the bed, emphasizing the sway of her hips as she walked away. He tried to take a swipe at her ass, but he was too slow. Celia looked over her shoulder and giggled.

"Insufferable." Mateo flopped back on the bed and started drifting off.

What felt like only a moment later, he was awoken by a knock on the door. "What the fuck?" he groaned as he roused himself.

"I've got it, cariño." Celia's voice was warm like honey as she waved him off. "Besides, you'd ruin the surprise," she audibly whispered to herself.

Now Mateo was intrigued. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he noticed the faint sound of babbling water. What is she up to?

Celia flitted by him with a bucket, turning her back to him as she passed. "Scamp," he called after her. Her reply was a mirthful giggle.

As Mateo approached the bathroom, she threw her body into the door frame. "Don't come in yet. I'm not ready yet." She looked up at him with steel in her eyes and a soft blush in her cheeks. Looking down at her beautiful face, he couldn't help but notice that she was wearing a robe and that it showed her generous cleavage.

Celia clutched her robe closed. "I said, 'No peeking.'" She wheeled around, closing the sliding door behind her.

"How long must I wait?" Mateo groaned in mock frustration, a smile showing on the corners of his mouth.

"Stop complaining!" she chided, her voice echoing from the back of the bathroom.

What is she doing??

Mateo hopped onto the bed and went to turn on the TV. "Did you check out the porn yet?" he shouted over his shoulder.

"It's trash. Nubile this and Barely Legal that. Trash. Don't bother. I've got something better planned for you, anyway. Get your bubble butt back here."

Mateo turn off the TV and bounded off the bed in an instant, dashing for the bathroom. Steady. He took a breath and slowly slid the door open, being as non-chalant as possible. Leaning against the frame, he said, "You calle--" but before he could finish, he saw what she had done.

"You did so this in 15 minutes?" He scanned the room, wide-eyed. "You must have butchered every flower in the suite."

"I did." Her smile shone like someone watching the reaction of her lover who had just received the perfect gift.

"How did you..." He'd taken everything in, now: the flower petals encircling the tub; the desk lamps moved to various places around the space, in lieu of candles; the bucket of ice containing a beautiful, crisp champagne; and a drawn bath, rich with bubbles. Celia approached the tub, placing one foot on its edge through the slit in her robe, letting it linger there for a moment before letting the robe slide slowly off of her generous curves.

"Care to join me?" With one smooth motion, she rotated her body, displaying her ass before finishing the twirl and lowering herself into the tub.

"Oh, my heart..." Mateo clutched his chest in mock agony before starting to take off his shirt.

"Your dick, you mean," Celia quipped, as his pants came off, cock pressing firmly against his underwear.

"Yes, mi amor. My heart, and my dick, are yours."

"Oooooh, such romance." She bounced slightly in the water, turning side to side, her tits popping into and out of the bubbles.

Mateo finished taking off his clothes and slid into the tub across from his woman. "Ooh, the temperature is just right."

"I know my baby."

"Yes, you do." Mateo leaned forward and gave her a kiss. Celia opened her mouth slightly to invite his tongue in. He was happy to accept. After kissing for a few moments, she gently bit his lip.

"There's more." She eased away from him, sliding up the side of the tub, lingering for a moment on the edge so he could see her body on full display. Making sure to keep her legs spread, Celia reached for the bottle of champagne.

"Would you help me?" She handed the bottle and a small towel to Mateo.

"Of course." He removed the cage and placed the towel over the cork before pulling it out with a muted pop! "Here, my lady love."

Celia grabbed two glasses in one hand and poured one for each of them, as Mateo sloshed to the middle of the tub. Replacing the bottle in the bucket before handing a glass to her partner, she smiled. "To new adventures."

"To new adventures. Cheers, baby."

"Cheers, my love."

They clinked glasses and took a sip.

"Shouldn't we do the thing?" Mateo made the gesture of entwining their arms.

"Oooh, yes!"

"To love." Mateo extended his glass.

"To love," Celia cooed, clinking their glasses together. They entwined arms and took a sip.

"More?" she asked, reaching for the bottle.

"Yes, please."

"Oops!" As Celia reached for the bottle, she intentionally spilled champagne from her glass across her tits. "How did that happen?" she wondered coyly. Her nipples grew hard from the cold, bubbly liquid.

"Oh, I can't imagine," Mateo played along.

"Would you hand me the spray head?"

Mateo looked around confused. "Spray head?"

Celia smiled and gestured to the faucet. "Look again."

"How... What... Who designed this?" He noticed a subtle handle protruding from the faucet. Gently lifting it, a small spray head came loose with a ribbed hose trailing behind. "They really think of everything." He passed the handle to her.

"Turn it on for me, baby? And use that handle so it doesn't come out of the faucet."

"Already turned on, and you haven't even touched my handle," he quipped with a smirk.

Celia took the handle with a snort, waiting for him to turn on the water. With a gush, it blasted forth. "Ooh, cold."

Mateo adjusted the knob as she rinsed off her ample breasts and smooth stomach.

"Are you sure that was the best solution?"

As she finished rinsing the last of the bubbles from her bush, she giggled,"I'm sure it wasn't." She dropped the spray head into the tub and grabbed the bottle.

"Oops," she smirked, leaning back and slowly pouring champagne down her chest, letting it trickle down over her stomach and clit. "Whatever shall we do?"

Mateo's eyes went wide and he practically licked his lips. "I think I can help." Pulling himself by the sides of the tub, he ran his tongue from her navel to her neck. Celia shivered.

"Mmmm..."

"I agree," he whispered in her ear before running his tongue back down over her chest, sucking a nipple into his mouth.

"Harder, babe."

Mateo sucked hard and clamped down gently with his teeth.

"Fuck..."

He drew a circle with his tongue on her areola before licking under her breasts.

"Uhhhhh..." Celia purred. Mateo slurped some champagne from her navel before running his tongue inside. "Baaaaaby..." Her head dropped back, eyes lidded, as she enjoyed her lover's tongue exploring her body.

"I could use a little more champagne down here."

"Oop!" She nearly dropped the bottle, having forgotten she was holding it at all. Mateo laughed into her hip before pushing his tongue along its length. "Uhhhhh, babe." She nearly dropped the bottle again. "You want more or what?" she chided playfully.

"Oh, I definitely want more..."

As Mateo lowered himself into the water, the tub started to overflow. "Shit shit," they echoed each other.

"We left the water running!"

"Shit! I got it!" Mateo lunged for the faucet, nearly slipping in the process. "Fuck, ha!" he laughed as he turned the handle. "Maybe we should drain it a little?"

"Um, yeah. But I still want the bubbles. And we haven't even used the jets!"

"Priorities, mi amor." He started draining the tub.

"True true..."

"Ok, how's that?"

"Perfect perfect. Now where were we?"

"I was about to drink champagne off of your flawless body."

"Aww, babe!" Celia put her free hand over her heart. Moving her hand lower, she cupped one tit and squeezed her cleavage together. "Alright then. I won't keep you waiting." Leaning back, she started pouring champagne slowly down her chest again. Mateo had lowered himself into the water to get into position, kissing her inner thighs as bubbles started pooling in her pubic hair. He looked up at her expectant face, locking eyes with her as his tongue drifted over her labia. She did her best to keep pouring slowly as he did his work on her clit.

Mateo sneezed, bubbles tickling his nose. "Oof, babe."

"Sorry. Sorry. Sorry," she inhaled sharply through her teeth, setting the bottle back into the bucket.

"It's ok. I've got plenty to work with down here."

"Then, please, continue." She leaned back to receive.

After a few minutes of gently exploring the soft folds of her labia and stiff peak of her clit, Celia reached down. "I want your cock in my mouth, mi amor."

"You don't have to tell me twice. Where do you want me?" His eyes were alight.

"Switch places with me." The two lovers rose and descended in near perfect coordination, winding around and past each other, a strong contrast to their earlier comedy of errors.

"Try to relax."

"I'll do my best." They eyed each other wryly.

Celia kissed along his stomach and over his inner thigh before making her way to his shaft, gently licking and then sucking it into her mouth. Mateo closed his eyes and tried to balance himself against the lip of the tub. A moment later, she made a spitting sound.

"Pah! Soap!"

"Alright, fuck this." They both laughed. "We're draining this fucking monstrosity and rinsing off. No more coitus interruptus."

"Agreed." Celia pulled the drain and grabbed the spray head. Not wanting to waste a single moment, they stole touches of each other's bodies while rinsing off, placing giggly kisses, blowing raspberries, and tickling sensitive areas as they washed the suds away. When they were nearly done, Celia took special care to rub firmly against Mateo's stomach and thighs while kissing his chest, spraying water on his still erect cock. She stroked its length and teased the tip, sliding her hand back down to cup his balls. His abs were rippling in response to her touch.

"Bedroom, baby?"

"Bedroom," he agreed. Celia turned off the water and they swiftly grabbed their towels, taking care not to slip on the floor as they raced to the bedroom.