Tag, You're It!

Thanks to M for requesting this story.

Standing in the light of the old street lamp, a summer breeze ruffles Remy's slicked-back hair, pink except for a single grey stripe. The freshly-buzzed sides of their head tingle in the wind, sending a flash of excitement to Remy's core. This evening Remy feels so filled with wild and mischievous energy that they could squeeze it out of their fingertips, like drops of glitter. It is a mood that grew in them all day. Remy arranged their outfit to match the evening's mood(grey leather boots with golden laces, brown cotton slacks, dark green shirt with thin, bright yellow stripes and leather suspenders), making them feel like a carnival crier.

Picking up their leather valise full of toys, they step away from the pool of light and up the steps of Finch's front stoop. Before they can raise their hand to knock, the old wooden door swings open. Finch sweeps Remy inside with a spinning hug and a laugh-filled, "Hello!"

Black hair, a waterfall of flowing curls, each striped with grey, cascades around a face glowing with excitement. Feet back on the floor, Remy steadies themself by gripping Finch's black vest. The white v-neck shirt underneath looks thin enough to rip open with a determined tug. But, that's for later.

Raising their head, Remy kisses Finch hello. Wide hands encircle Remy's hips, pulling at them with barely-restrained hunger.

"Do you greet everyone that way? I'm amazed you don't get your toes squished!" Remy looks pointedly at Finch's bare feet.

"I didn't think being squashed was in the plans tonight," Finch replies, kissing Remy's forehead. "Besides, dancer that you are, you'd never step on someone's toes."

"And who says 'never'?" Remy snorts. Sitting down on the hall bench, they begin to undo their boot laces. "Catching a person off guard like that is likely to get a boot somewhere sensitive."

"You would never do that to me." Finch steps forward so their stomach meets the top of Remy`s head. Fingers play across the close-cropped undercut, sending a thrill of anticipation down their spine.

Sitting up to pull a boot off, Remy lets it drop with a thud, well away from Finch's bare toes. "Only because you are so good at respecting boundaries. Just imagine if you were not." The other boot drops next to its companion.

"I shudder to think of it." Finch sets two fingers under Remy's chin and guides them to their feet. A small hum of pleasure resonates from Remy's throat.

"That and you are very good at building the mood right away." Now, only in socked feet, Remy feels their 5'4" height, having to tilt their head ever so slightly to look at Finch's face.

Twinkles of merriment meet the crow's feet in the corners of Finch's eyes. "As to that..." Finch taps the tip of Remy's nose with the pointer finger of their free hand. "Tag, you're it."

A grin, joyful and wicked, lights their face, and they grab Fin's vest. The kiss is hungry. Fin takes hold of Remy's shoulders, trying to bring more energy to the kiss.

"Oh no, I'm 'it,' you said." Holding the vest, Remy presses their knuckles into Fin's pecks, forcing them to walk backwards. "That means I'm in charge."

Fin tries to push against Remy, but the dom's knuckles are over a pressure point and an ache back blossoms across Fin's chest. "So you are," they reply.

Remy backs their date out of the entry hall into a book-lined living room. With an "oof," Fin is sat on the arm of a brown leather sofa. Remy is tempted to let instant gratification win and push Fin onto the couch and fuck them right away. But, they remind themselves as they undo Fin's vest, there is something even more satisfying about making cute sounds come out of their date.

Fin's shirt is so worn that Remy's calloused fingers catch on the fabric. It stutters across their fingertips like old velcro as they untuck the shirt from the black, pinstripe pants. That done, Remy kisses Fin and slides their hands across the skin hidden under the vest and shirt. Touching Fin under their clothing feels secret and intimate.

Fin moans against Remy's shoulder. Calloused fingers glide across their back, light enough that each rough digit makes them crave more. Every crossed nerve wants to reach out and pull those fingers closer, feel Remy's fingers scratch them. That hunger makes them shudder against Remy, cross their legs under their pink-haired lover's butt. Fin's hands push between Remy's body and suspenders in their haste to deepen the embrace, popping them from Remy's shoulders.

Remy drags a hand through Fin's hair, filling their first with midnight curls. A gentle tug exposes Fin's neck, making the sub shudder and gasp. The other hand keeps playing across the hungry skin under Fin's shirt. Fin feels their skin reaching for more, they hunger for more touch even as it washes conscious thought from their mind. With callused fingers rolling across their back, fingers twined in their hair, and nibbles running the length of their neck Fin realizes would fall over, touch drunk, if their legs were not wrapped around Remy.

Smiling at Fin's bliss, Remy finishes kissing their way up Fin's neck. Licking the side of their ear makes Fin sigh and melt just a little more. Remy nuzzles that spot, just beneath Fin's earlobe, right on their jawbone, making the black-haired sub moan and clench their fingers into Remy's shoulder blades. Using a fistful of hair as leverage, Remy rights Fin's head. Eyes glazed over, Fin is lost in a bubble of pleasure.

Right until Remy pops that bubble with a lick on Fin's nose and says, "Tag, you're it."

Finch, befuddled, stares at Remy for a moment as they let go of the tangle of hair and slide their hand out of the shirt. The grin on Rem's face is far too pleased. Hands still wrapped around Rem's back, Finch rocks off the arm of the couch, forcing their date onto the cushions. Straddling Rem, Finch runs their hands up the brat's back, grabbing their hair and pulling their head back.

"That was very unkind..." Finch whispers into Rem's ear.

"Yeah, but really fun!" They interrupt.

"You know what you forgot about, making it my turn after teasing me so hard?" Finch asks. They loosen their hold on Rem's hair, but keep their palm pressed atop the sub's head, not letting Rem fully sit up. Leaning in, like they are about to kiss Rem, Finch instead redirects their lips to kiss the unrepentant brat's neck instead. "Turn about's fair play."

Still covering Rem's neck with soft kisses, Finch runs a thump across the pink-haired sub's lower lip. Rem opens their mouth, letting out a soft moan. Finch's thumb slips between Rem's lips and across the tip of their tongue. They close their lips around the thumb, grazing it with their teeth as it slides out, leaving a gloss of saliva lingering on Rem's lips.

Finch hums tunelessly in satisfaction, kissing Rem's jaw line, running their tongue across Rem's upper lip, dropping a lingering kiss softly on their forehead. Soft nibbles migrate their way up Rem's neck and trace the underside of their ear. Rem clenched their fists, unable to bear getting kissed everywhere except their lips.

Indignant noises fight for space between moans in Rem's mouth. Everything touch, lick, and nibble is a spark of bliss! And yet, all Rem can think about is how much they want to be kissed on their lips! The next time Finch's face floats above their own, they try to steal a peck. The hand on top of their head had never moved and now adds controlling pressure to the top of Rem's skull, forcing it back.

"Oh, naughty," Finch whispers into Rem's ear, their free hand trapping one of Rem's hands against the couch. The other is sandwiched between their two bodies by Finch pressing more weight onto Rem. "If you want a kiss, you have to beg for it."

Releasing Rem's hand and head, Finch pinches the subby switch's chin in their fingers, lifting it out of the way. Kisses spread across the bare V left by undone buttons on Rem's shirt.

"Please. I need a kiss on my mouth." Rem begs.

"Hmm," is Finch's only reply. They lick Rem's collar bone and blow cool air across it, making Rem shiver.

"I need to be kissed," Rem begs again. "Please."

Still holding Rem by the chin, Finch tips it up, exposing more of their neck. Sliding down, just a bit, they use their free hand to push aside part of Rem's shirt. More kisses are planted between the curves of Rem's breasts, each subsequent kiss travels up Rem's body, ascending their throat, around the fingers holding their chin, and right under their lower lip. Anticipation freezes the breath in Rem's lungs. Finch places a tiny peck on each corner of Rem's lips.

"Oh my god, you are killing me! Just- ulp!" Rem doesn't get a chance to finish what they are saying. Finally, Finch's lips press against Rem's. Denied pleasure floods through them. Rem feels like they are melting, even as their heart speeds up.

Finch leans back for a moment, laugh lines crinkle their eyes just before they kiss Rem again. It is sweet and warm, and spreads from their lips and down their body between their legs. Rem wraps their arms around Finch, determined not to let them go without being satisfied. The kiss lasts long enough to leave both partners breathless.

Finch sits back, grinning like a fool. "So was it worth the teasing?"

"You know it was," Rem sighs, "ass."

Leaning down like they are going to kiss Rem again, Finch instead gently nips the tip of their nose. "Tag. You're it."

"Ughhh!" Remy bunches the neck of Fin's shirt inside their fist. The satisfied smile on the new dom's face sharpens, and Remy can feel mischief bubbling in their chest. Pressing Fin off the couch, Remy uses the momentum to help pull them to their feet. "That was really funny."

Glaring through a toothy smile at the mop-haired human in front of them, Remy wrenches the teeshirt in their fist, pressing Fin to the floor. "That was very well-played."

They keep pressing until Fin is kneeling on the Persian rug. "I really hope it was worth it."

Fin has to lean on their toes to keep from falling over. Remy lets go of the shirt, but plants their foot dead center of Fin's chest. "Take off my pants." They add a little more pressure to the foot pressing against Fin. "And no funny business."

Looking full of contrition, Fin reaches to undo the button of Remy's pants. They feel like they could topple at the slightest pressure. Each movement is careful, but undoing pants with their arms fully extended is hard. Balancing on their knees and toes is a strain, but they try not to rush.

After several attempts, Fin gets Remy's pants unbuttoned and unzipped. Remy relents and takes their foot off Fin's chest. But mostly it's so the sub can actually pull down Remy's pants. Plus, stepping forward and looming over Fin is a delicious power trip.

Pushing through Fin's personal space, Remu forces the mop-haired sub onto their ass and then prone on the rug. "See? This is a great place for you after such a humorous stunt."

Now sitting on Fin's hips in just underwear and a button-down, Remy looks around for their valise. Pulling it over, they make a show of digging through the bag. Heavy-looking scissors are slowly lifted out. Smiling at Fin over the silvery sheers, Remy makes a couple of practice cuts in the air. That this is part of the plan, having negotiated it with Remy a few days prior, does not stop Fin from gulping nervously.

The first snip on the bottom hem of the shirt barely cuts the fabric, and Remy scowls at the scissors. They open the blades further, sliding the cutting tool forward. Cold steel touching their skin makes Fin shiver... Remy pauses, both to make sure they don't actually hurt Fin, and also to enjoy how nervous their date has become. Once the shiver passes, Remy raises an interrogative eyebrow, tilting their head toward the heavy, cold scissors. Fin nods.

Blades cutting fabric make a sound somewhere between a vengeful hiss and fingernails scratching facial stubble. The cold of the steel never goes away, but climbs up Fin's stomach by slow inches.

Cut. Slide. Cut. Slide.

Fear is very clear in Fin's eyes, but evidence of their excitement presses up between Remy's legs. Between snips the pink-haired top wiggles their hips, eliciting groans of pleasure from each of them.

Remy doesn't cut all the way up Fin's front. At the center of the nervous sub's chest, the scissors stop. Confusion replaces fear in Fin's eyes until the sharp cold appears on the inside of their outstretched arm. A few snips, that verge on being dangerously ticklish by Fin's armpits has the shirt hanging by a small piece just below their throat. Sliding the scissors from navel to sternum, Remy sets the tip of the scissors at the bottom of Fin's throat.

And lets them rest there.

Grinding their hips against Fin, Remy waits to see if lust will overpower fear in their sub's eyes. As soon as it does, a loud snip fills the room and fear rushes back onto Fin's face. Spread out, the white shirt outlines Fin's torso like a colored-in chalk outline.

Standing, Remy makes sure Fin stays down with a foot on their chest. The pink-haired dom bends over, digging in their bag. Their ass hovers over Fin's face. Feeling bratty, the recumbent sub reach up to squeeze Remy's ass, but the dom adds some extra pressure to Fin's chest, dissuading the horny brat from copping a feel.

"Ah, here we are!" Remy exclaims and lifts a candle from their bag. They place the butt of it in Fin's mouth. "There, now, hold this."

"Hmm, where did I put..." Remy mumbles, making a show of digging through the valise.

Mouth full of candle, Fin glares at the ass hovering over them.

"There it is!" Remy holds up a bedazzled long-stem lighter. They let light reflect off the rhinestones and onto Fin's face. Flicking the fire to life, Remy bends over and lights the candle.

Wax dribbles towards Fin's face, but before it can land, Remy catches it on the tip of their finger.

"Just right," they say. Pinching the candle between their first three fingers, the smiling dom winks at Fin. "Open, please. And don't move."

Remy waits for Fin to actually nod in assent before lifting the candle out of their mouth. Standing over Fin, a foot on either side of the sub's hips, holding the candle, Remy looks at it, deep in thought, tapping their lip. "I was going to do something with this," they say, tipping candle from side to side. "What was it going to be?"

Liquid wax slips free and splatters on Fin's stomach and ribs. Anticipation that had built in Fin is released with a gasp. They saw the first glob not burn Remy's finger, but the indifferent way their dom wielded the candle added an extra anxiety to the experience.

Grinning, Remy settles into their perch on Fin's hips. "Not too hot?"

"Nope. You're just kinda scary," Fin answers honestly.

"You still seem to like it," Remy replies with a wiggle of their hips.

"Both can be true, Ahh!" Another few globs of wax rain down onto Fin's chest.

"And clearly are!" Remy wiggled again, making Fin gasp in pleasure, their eyes wide with excitement.

Continuing to play with the candle, twisting it to build up a large dollop, or shaking it to rain small drops upon Fin's chest, Remy never stops rolling their hips on their sub's straining hardness. Fin's moans are punctuated with short yips as each hot drop lands on their skin.

Fin makes a good plaything, until they try to reach up and wrap theirhands around Remy's hips.

"And what do you think you are doing?" Remy asks, glaring so hard Fin drops their hands.

"Touching you?" Is Fin's reply.

Rolling the candle to build a large blob of wax, Remy glares down at the wax-covered sub. "Mhm..."

Leaning down, so the candle hovers just above Fin's chest, Remy blows it out, scattering wax across Fin's chest and earning another yip of fear.

"Since you need to touch me," Fin scoops a small piece of wax off the candle and wipes it on Fin's nose. "Tag, you're it."

Finch's laughter catches Rem off guard. Rem had expected Finch to groan or express frustration. Instead, Fin lays there, laughing, thrusting their hard cock against Rem, making the confused sub stare, open-mouthed. Finch catches their breath, but the look on Rem's face sends new spasms of mirth through the recumbent dom.

"Really?" Rem glares down at Finch, trying to hide how good it feel to have Finch's cock press into them with every roll of laughter.

Finch closes their eyes and takes a few steadying breaths. "You are right. That was so rude of me."

Light sweat makes the dark curls hang low around Finch's face when they sit up. Their left hand collects a fistful of Rems hair, forcing the sub off their top's lap. It forces them back until their shoulder blades rest against the couch. Grinning with mischief and hunger, Finch straddles one of Rem's legs, sliding their own forward until its knee presses between Rem's legs, trapping them.

"Here I am, laughing at you," Finch says, leaning over to pick up the heavy scissors. "While you are frustrated. And wearing too many clothes."

The open blade slips down the buttoned folds of Rem's shirt. Cold shivers run through their body as the tip of a scissor slides against their skin. It catches on a button until the weight of the blade pops it off. Again the blade slips lower, grazing the side of Ren's breast.

Catch, slide, Pop!

Each popped button causes Rem to gasp in surprise, the cold steel of the scissors sliding suddenly lower on their chest and stomach. Every time they flinch and push against Finch's knee, sending a new wave of pleasure through their body.

"Oh dear," Finch says, leaning back, admiring Rem, shirt hanging loose over their breasts. "Look at you, coming undone!"

Reaching into the folds of Rem's shirt, Finch can feel the line of skin raised by the scissors. Rem gasps at the light touch. Their brain tells them that line should burn with irritation. Instead, a soft "mmm" of pleasure slides from them.

Finch's other hand settles around Rem's waist and climbs up their body. Fingers linger on Rem's nipples before continuing up and over their shoulders, slipping the shirt from their body. Finch has not stopped grinding their knee between Rem's legs, and they feel giddy with pleasure. If they can press just right, through their underwear, they can cum right there.

Rem tries to hide this from Finch, knowing what they will do. The sub tries to keep a defiant look in their eye, and stare, unblinking, at the dom. Too late, they realize they are biting their lip and pulling on Finch's leg.

"Tag," is all Finch says, laying a soft, chaste kiss upon Rem's nose.

"FINE!" Remy groans, pushing Fin up and away. "But I hope you prepared yourself like you were told! Help me put this on." They reach into their bag and slap a mess of silicone and straps against Fin's chest.

After a bit of untangling, Fin kneels down and holds the harness ready for Remy to step into. Once it is secured around Remy's legs and hips, and Remy has done a few experimental bounces, accompanied by amused giggles, they command Fin to "finish taking off your underwear, and get on the couch!"

Taking the cut-up shirt, Fin places it on the couch, kneels on top of it, and leans over. They shudder from the cold glob of lube Remy oozes between their ass cheeks. Practiced hands rub the lube across, and into, Fins asshole. They also spread some across Fin's cock.

"To aid in your pleasure," Remy whispers into Fin's ear, giving his hardness one last rub.

Fin takes a deep breath, feeling the dildo press against his ring. "Oh fuck me, please," they beg.

"With pleasure!" Remy replies and slowly pushes the artificial cock into their sub.

Fin is moaning before Remy starts their second thrust. Each thrust is slow, Remy's eyes locked onto Fin, making sure they are enjoying themself. Once the curly-haired sub has rested their head on the back of the couch, and is moaning non-stop, Remy ups their tempo. Initially, each sound Fin makes matches a personal, internal, rhythm. The faster Remy fucks them, the more in time with their thrusts each moan becomes.

"Ugh, fuck." Fin moans, face pressed into the back of the couch.

"Ugh, fuck!" They moan again, in time with Remy's next two thrusts.

"Ugh! Ugh, Fuck! More!" Remy has their hands on Fin's hips and pulls them back into their hips with each thrust. They can't go faster, but they can go harder.

Fin wraps their hand around their cock and strokes it, also in time to Remy's thrusts. Under their hands, Remy can feel Fin's leg muscles tightening, body trembling. Thrusts continue deep into Fin until, with a final "Fuuuu" they shudder, cumming on the rags of the t-shirt and collapsing over the back of the couch.

Remy slides their cock out of Fin, who shudders at the over-stimulation.

Fin hangs there, gasping for a few minutes. A small puddle of drool forms while they catch their breath.

Walking around the couch, Remy kneels in front of Fin. They take the recovering sub's face in their hands and kiss Fin deeply. A distant smile is still on Fin's face when Remy kissed them on the nose, one last time. "Tag, my turn."

"It really is." Finch hefts themself off the couch. Taking Rem's hand they lead the pink-haired sub around the couch. "Why do you still have underwear on?"

"Don't blame me. I've been trying to get off half the night," Rem replies, cocking their hip to the side. "Care to help?"

"No. Take them off!" Finch leans back on the couch, the image of someone who can wait forever, if need be.

Rolling their eyes, Rem pushes down, then kicks their underwear to the side. They spread their hands out as if to ask, "Satisfied?"

"Much better." Finch looks into the valise, a smile spreading on their face. "This will do nicely."

They take a small, silver vibrator out of the bag and point it at the arm of the couch. "If you wouldn't mind."

Sticking their tongue out at Finch, Rem climbs onto the couch and leans their torso over the armrest. Their ass is in Finch's face, right where the dom has been wanting it all night.

"Lovely," Finch says, resting a hand on one of Rem's ass-cheeks.

The other, with the already activated vibrator, slides up Rem's leg. Finch leaves that hand resting just below Rem's waiting pussy. The side of their leg is already damp from excitement.

Rem wiggles, trying to bring the toy closer to their clit, but Finch's hand on their ass blocks all satisfaction.

"Goddamnit! You got yours! And I've already begged tonight!" Rem snarls, looking over their shoulder at Finch.

"That you have. Okay, no more teasing." With that, Finch slides the toy into contact with Rem's clit. At the same time, their other hand slips two fingers into Rem's sopping folds.

Vibrations and fingers make Rem's arms collapse in pleasure. Their body luxuriates under Finch's ministrations, knowing they will not end until they cum. Flopping over the arm of the couch raises their ass in the air.

Hands too busy to help spread Rem's cheeks apart, Finch folds over and buries their face between the two mounds, tongue reaching out. Gasping at the unexpected rimming, Rem shakes in pleasure then pushes back against Finch's face.

Just like Finch, Rem's anticipation and desire have been building all night. Waves of pleasure built and crumbled as the two of them teased and touched each other.

Finches touching and licking build a final wave, cresting and swirling inside Rem. The wanton sub knows Finch will not tease them like they had earlier in the night, but they do not want to wait any longer. They press their ass and pussy into Finch. Moans and grunts of desire, put off long enough, are all Rem is capable of using to communicate their desire. They thrust over and over again against Finch, grinding their clit against the vibrator, pushing the dom's fingers deeper into their pussy, and pulsing their ass on Finch's tongue.

Rem can't find a place to put their hands. The floor can only be touched by their fingertips. The sides of the couch provide no purchase. Finally they reach behind them, grabbing Finch's head by loose hair and pull busy dom's face deeper into their ass. Finch has to bend their head up just to breathe.

It starts unexpectedly small, a tiny spark of joy flaring in Rem's brain. The joy at the shared mischief and fun from the night build. With a rush, the emotions fly down their body where every nerve feels saturated with pleasure. The mingling emotions and sensations explode and cascade from pussy to fingertips, brain to toes. Their moan of pleasure starts as a low rumble in their stomach and flows out of them, foreshadowing into a high octave scream of bliss and joy.

Finch rides the orgasm, wanting to eek out all the pleasure they can from their partner, but also because Remy never let go of their hair.

When Remy does fall slack, over the side of the couch, Fin rolls off the couch and slides Remy into their lap. They lay there breathing together and softy touching each other.

"That was so good."

"It really was. You were such an imp."

"That's why you like me."

...

"Let's get a snack, and then I want you to fuck me even more!"