Post Gig Special

Elly thinks there is nothing like Hizashi when he's cranked up to the max and excited in his Present Mic guise, thrumming with energy. His costume is slick and tight, the exciting smell of leather mixed with the mass amounts of hair product used to gel his blond hair backward. As the Voice Hero, his words don't just titillate, they inflame his girlfriend, every pitch and tone causing her sensitive ears to flick and perk.

She can't keep her hands off him when he comes home after a gig like tonight, and he knows it.

From the moment he steps in their home she's on him, arms wrapped around his waist. Elly knows to aim low; his neck speaker can bruise if one runs into it fast enough or has it bang against them repeatedly.

The night is upon them and it will be a good one, simply because they are together.



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Present Mic opened the door to his home with a huge smile. He knew what lay beyond those wooden panels and was looking forward to a night of wild lovemaking. As soon as he stepped inside he was accosted by his warm, soft girlfriend grabbing him around the waist in a hug.

"Hey, babe, wait a sec." He laughed lowly, slipping the catch free on his speakers with a sigh and popping the heavy gear open. "There." He placed it carefully aside on the counter.

"Much better," she agreed happily, throwing her arms around his neck. "Now, you want to decompress or should I start doing it for you?"

Hizashi sat in a large, plush chair they had in their bedroom, pants and briefs shoved down around his ankles. She hadn't even let him take his boots off before dragging him here and stripping him just enough. Elly knelt before him on a pillow, kissing and toying with his stiffening penis.

He gasped, hips jerking as she circled the tip of his member and tugged gently. She knew just how to touch him, all his favorite spots and when to get mean with it, giving him a hard little squeeze that brought him around until she worked him back up again.

"Baby, please," he whined anxiously. "Be a good listener and get me off, hmm?"

Elly's ears snapped up, her breathing hitching wildly in her chest. "Mic," she gasped. "Just can't wait, can you?"

"Not when you touch me like that!" He bit his lip, grinning sheepishly at her as she sat on the arm of the chair to talk.

"Okay, sweetie. What would you like? I'm very much in a giving mood." She toyed with his mustache points, swirling them about with a fingertip amd then kissing them.

Hizashi's breathing grew hoarse. "I want you to ride me."

"You want it fast?" She licked his lips, purring lowly.

"Yeaahhh," he ground out roughly. "I want you to go wild, baby."

"Easy enough when you're sitting here with your pants around your ankles, still dressed from work."

He grinned roguishly at her. "I know, I'm so sexy you can't stand it."

She rolled her eyes and stepped out of her jeans. "At least your speaker is off." They had been too excited once and attempted sex with it on. The results had been several bruises for her, and an extremely apologetic Hizashi who had pampered her outrageously until they had faded.

"Oh, baby," he sighed as she climbed on him and sat slowly down. "Was lookin' forward to comin' home the whole ride home."

"I watched you on tv," she said, her breath hitching as she wriggled her knees and body around to find the most comfortable position to begin. "I ... god, there's the spot."

"Aw, yeah." He sighed, leaning his head back. "Do me, Ches."

The position was awkward and very difficult for her but he bucked with every movement she made, helping penetrate as fully as possible. They soon found a rhythm with the best friction and Elly whimpered, torn between her straining leg muscles and the pleasure this angle stirred in her belly with each thrust.

"Oh, god, baby, harder... h - harder!" Hizashi's volume increased enough to rattle the furniture around them, and she placed a warning finger on his lips. His orange sunglasses were askew and his waxed plume of blond hair bent forward, pushed up by the back of the chair.

"Inside voice," she panted, concentrating on working her hips to move not up and down, but rather in and out. Elly raised herself and began using her weight to her advantage in an effort to give him what he wanted.

"Sorry," he panted breathlessly. "But isss' sooo good..!"

"Present Mic." Her tail hit her back as it fluffed out in excitement. "Come inside me, hero," she whispered in his ear.

"Yes!" He clutched her rear hard all of a sudden, stiffening underneath her. "Im -!"

"Let go, sweetie," she gasped, grabbing his face and kissing him deeply, messily, the way she knew he loved as he was losing control. He shut his spiralled eyes in bliss and sank his fingers into her skin, gripping even tighter, thrusting his tongue in her mouth deeper than he could manage his member into her body at the moment. She held grimly on though her legs were almost played out, waiting until he came back around. When he opened his eyes again, she smiled and climbed off, stumbling a little as she stood fully on her weight.

His hand shot out and grasped her around the waist, supporting her firmly. "Careful, princess," he smiled at her. "I haven't taken care of you yet."

Elly smiled and waddled to the bed to sit heavily down. "Ugh," she grunted. "Can I request a leg rub, then?"

Hizashi tucked himself in and zipped. "You want me to, ah." He nodded on the floor in front of the bed. "You know. Give my number one listener the Present Mic special?"

She shivered, her tail curling up lazily on the bed beside her. "If you're sure you want a messy, limp girlfriend to clean up later, then abso-freakin-lutely."

He grinned hugely at her and took his prescription shades off. "Us heroes can handle all sorts of things, babygirl."