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You woke up in an empty bed. You groaned, slapping Hutch's bare pillow.
"Hutch!" You yelled, making your anger evident. "Get your ass back in bed right now!"
"Gimme five minutes!" You heard your boyfriend shout back. "Starsky called. We got a new case. There was a stabbing and the body was dumped - "
"No!" You shout back. "It's Saturday! You have the day off. You are not running off with Starsky to solve a case."
"It's a stabbing!" Hutch argued. "Do you know how often people get stabbed around here?"
You growled and threw the comforter off your body. The sudden breeze on your exposed skin, covered only with a bra and panties, made you shiver as you hauled yourself out of bed. You stomped towards the sound of your boyfriend's voice, which sounded like it came from the bathroom.
"Kenneth Richard Hutchinson," You snapped. "You are staying here. We had a deal."
Finally reaching the bathroom, you pushed the door open, ready to give your boyfriend a piece of your mind, but froze at the site you saw.
Hutch was bent over the sink, his gun holster fitted snugly over his bare shoulders. His ear-length shaggy hair was loose and wavy, with a few strands sticking straight up, evidence he didn't bother fixing it after he rolled out of bed, presumably right after he got a call from Starsky. He was in the middle of shaving, his strong jaw covered in white shaving cream. His hypnotic blues were fixed on his reflection in the mirror, gently and carefully running the razer he held in his hand down his cheek. Your eyes trailed down his body, admiring his sculpted back and down to the hand towel wrapped tightly around his hips. You licked your lips, admiring the curvature of his ass. He saw you standing the doorway and glanced at you. He gave you a shameless onceover before focusing back on his task.
"Y'know what Starsky says," Hutch said coyly. "Crime doesn't take days off, so why should we?"
You scoffed.
"Do I want to know why you're wearing a hand towel?" You asked, almost afraid to ask. Hutch shrugged.
"I forgot to do laundry. We're out of the big ones and you always yell at me for using the same one for more than a week," He said nonchalantly.
Hutch dipped his razer in the sink full of water and shook it off, the movement making your gaze shift to his sculpted forearms and fingers. You licked your lips again. "No," You told yourself. "He's staying. Especially when he looks this fucking gorgeous." You savored your boyfriend one more time before taking a step back and grabbing the handle.
"No," You said, shaking your head. "You're staying here." With that, you turned and walked back to his bedroom. You found the purple strap-on and quickly pulled it on your hips.
"What do you mean I'm staying here?" Hutch called back. "Did you hear anything I said? Starksy -"
"If you say his name one more time," You snapped, finishing your adjustments on the strap on and grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand before stomping back to the bathroom. "You will regret it." You pushed into the bathroom and went straight for Hutch. He didn't have time to shoot a glance your way or even spit out another retort before you yanked the razer out of his hand and tossed it onto the counter, along with the lube. They barely landed with a clatter before you wrapped your fingers around his beautiful blond waves and turned him around so he faced you.
"What the hell?" Hutch squeaked. You slammed your lips against his, trying to pour every ounce of passion you felt into it. The shaving cream felt soft and think, rubbing against your lips and chin. You pressed your hips against Hutch's, tugging his hair. You yanked his head back. The shaving cream was gone around his lips, his chin and part of his left cheek. He closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath. You felt his erection grow and swell against your hip as you leaned in and ran the tip of your tongue down his throat. His grip on your hips tightened and he exhaled shakily. You smiled, feeling his erection twitch again. Keeping your grip on his hair and neck exposed, you straightened. You admired the beautiful lines of his neck, throat and jaw before grabbed a wash cloth of the counter. You dipped it in the sink, still full of water and before gently running the cloth down Hutch's cheek, wiping a clean strip of the shaving cream. He groaned in frustration.
"C'mon," Hutch complained. "Could you at least let me finish shaving before we do this?"
"No," You said firmly. "Besides, you're beautiful like this; exposed and submissive."
Hutch moaned as you wiped another stripe of shaving cream off his cheek, revealing more of his strong jaw. You leaned in and planted a kiss on the spot before resuming your task. Your boyfriend's eyes stayed fixed on you, watching as you finished cleaning the shaving cream off his jaw. You set the washcloth and reluctantly relinquished your grip on his hair. No sooner had you done that that Hutch was on you. He grabbed your face and kissed you like you were his only lifeline. You let out a soft moan. His lips parted and he groaned. You slid your tongue into his mouth, feeling his tongue wrap around yours, another groan from him vibrating through your soul. His hands quickly found their way to your hips. You felt his breath hitched when his fingers touched the harness of the strap on. He slid his hands up to your arms and gently pushed you away, taking you in. His eyes scanned you, your wild eyes, kiss-swollen lips, and heaving chest before resting his gaze on the large dick protruding from your crotch. You saw his eyes flash.
"You're right," Hutch said, smiling a little. "I guess I am staying home."
You smiled back and stroked his cheek. He gazed softly at you before leaning in for another kiss. This one was more gentle, soft and tender. It made your heart soar and reminded you of how much you loved Hutch's duality, his ability to be the sexiest dom or the most beautiful sub. You pulled back from the kiss slowly, licking your lips. You grasped the cock on your hips, feeling the firm silicone.
"Do you want this?" You asked innocently. Hutch nodded, eyes darting to yours before back down to the strap-on. You grinned wickedly and made the turn around motion with your finger. Hutch quickly complied, releasing his grips on your arms and whirling around. He gripped the edge of the sink with his gorgeous hands and separated his legs. The hand towel, which was miraculously still on his hips, clung to his curves and rode up on the bottom, giving you the teeniest peek of his bare ass. You bit your lip, scanning Hutch's perfectly sculpted, smooth back. His gun holster was still on, and something about it made your groin feel like it was on fire. You shook your head.
"You are absolutely beautiful," You murmured. You stepped forward, running your hands over his back. Hutch let out a little sigh. You glanced up at him. His eyes were wide open, piercing into your gaze through the mirror. Your own breath hitched a bit at the intensity, but you recovered quickly. You stepped closer to him, pressing the dick against his ass and sliding your hands to his chest. He sighed as you tweaked his nipples gently, his hips pushing forward. You glanced down and saw a crack in the towel, where the two ends met. Hutch had it folded in such a way that the ends would've overlapped on his dick, but now, with all his shifted and his erection, his cock and balls were mostly exposed. You moaned, taking in the sight of his manhood. You tweaked his nipples again, a little harder than before and were awarded a beautiful gasp. You slid one hand up to Hutch's amazing waves while your other hand pushed down to the towel around his hips. Utilizing his hair, you yanked his head towards you, pulling him almost upright against you. His gun holster pressed against your skin, his hot flesh siering into you. Hutch clutched the sink tighter and moaned. You made eye contact with Hutch before ripping the towel off of him, leaving him in only the gun holster. You tugged his head to the side and kissed his neck, quickly finding his pulse point. Hutch moaned again. You dropped the towel the floor and slid your fingers across his hips. You pushed the strap-on against his ass harder, admiring the feeling of his soft, hot flesh against you. Hutch rutted his hips forward, trapped between you and the counter. Your hand on his hip left and he moaned at the loss, pressing against you. You smiled against his neck.
You loved it when he got into his sub space, the open, needy desire to be near you, and only you. You tightened his grip on his hair and kissed the pulse point on his neck. Your boyfriend sighed softly. You quickly found the lube and popped the lid open. The sound was like a gunshot in the quiet bathroom, making Hutch jump a little. His whole body stiffened.
"Ssh," You said softly into his ear. You loosened his grip on his hair and ran your fingers through the strands. "It's okay, baby." You kissed his ear lobe tenderly. It took a few moments, but Hutch eventually relaxed again. "Good boy." He purred at the phrase. You quickly slipped your hands off him and poured some lube onto your hand. You returned to your boyfriend and folded your fingers around his dick. Hutch moaned, tossing his head back. You felt his glutes tighten against your hips. You knew he wanted to thrust so bad, but he knew that when you were in control, he couldn't do that. You murmured another praise into his ear before you stroked him. And it was the most beautiful sight in the world to see Ken "Hutch" Hutchinson melt under your touch.
His head hung forward, blond strands falling over his eyes. His shoulders slumped forward. His fingers were splayed against the counter and his hips pushed back into you gently. You reached up and brushed the strands out of his eyes, allowing you to see his face. Soft pants escaped his parted lips, which were slightly swollen and wet from your kissing. His eyes were closed and brow pinched upward. You took a mental note to bring a camera next time because he was so fucking beautiful. As much as you wanted to make him come like this, that wasn't your plan. You suddenly stopped your ministrations. Hutch groaned loudly and uttered curses under his breath. You shushed him again, running your un-lubed hand over his back. When he was relaxed again, you re-lubed your fingers before gently running your pointer finger over his tight hole. Hutch shivered but stayed silent. You rubbed your clean hand up his back as you gently pushed the tip of your lubed finger inside him.
"Oh, God," Hutch mumbled. His heat pulled your finger in greedily, so fast it almost took you by surprise. You pulled it out, circling his rim before pulling your middle finger in with your pointer. You pushed in again. Hutch let out another gorgeous moan, pushing his hips against you. You purred, rubbing a circle on his back. You gently thrust into him a few times before adding a third finger, making your boyfriend jolt.
"Fuck," Hutch gasped, eyes cracking open. "Oh, please don't stop."
"Don't worry, baby," You responded. "It only gets better from here."
With your words hanging in the air, you wrapped your arm around Hutch's waist and gently hooked your fingers inside of him, scraping against his prostate. Hutch let out a strangled yelp, his knees buckling slightly. You pressed him against the counter and held him there while you fucked your fingers in and out of him. He moaned loudly, his eyes closing again. His fingers gripped the edge of the sink, the muscles bulging in his arms and veins popping from his forearms. His body slumped forward, held up only by you and the counter. His lips parted wider before a slew of cuss words fell from them. You knew he was close.
You fought the urge to make him come before your plan came to full fruition and slowed your thrusting, avoiding his sensitive spot. He whimpered and another string of profanity flew from his mouth. He panted and you let him have a few moments. You stroked his back again and slowly pulled your fingers out of his ass. He whimpered again.
"Please," Hutch whispered. His eyes cracked open and you met his gaze through the mirror. His pupils were blown, almost threatening to crowd out his blue irises. His cheeks were flushed and red, his hair even messier than before from your manhandling. He was so beautiful. "I need to come. Please, I'm so close. Make me come."
You smiled at him softly. "Of course, baby." You rubbed the remainder of the lube from your fingers onto the strap-on and poured on some more from the bottle.
"Please," Hutch pleaded again. "I need you. Please, baby, I need you. I need to come. I need you to make me come."
You couldn't fight the wicked grin spreading across your lips. You loved hearing him beg. Now was the time to let your plan come to full fruition. You grabbed the lubed-up cock with one hand and weaved your finger through yuor boyfriend's blond waves. You yanked his head upwards.
"Look at me," You commanded. Hutch's intense gaze met yours and he whimpered. "You are not to look away, do you understand?"
"Yes," Hutch said softly. You let out a small sound, a cross between a moan and a triumphant laugh before thrusting the cock all way the way into him.
Hutch's eyes widened and glazed over. His jaw fell open, a weak sigh escaping his lips. You stayed there for a moment, tugging his hair and letting him adjust to the sudden sensation. Hutch's hands twitched against the edge of the sink. After taking the sight, you went to work, thrusting your hips harshly into him. Hutch moaned loudly, the heavenly sound punctuated by your thrusts. His eyelids dropped over his eyes. You yanked on his hair to the side a little, getting his attention. You didn't stop thrusting.
"I said look at me," You ordered.
"Yes," Hutch whimpered, opening his eyes. "Oh... Fuck."
The way the curse word came out of his mouth gave you renewed vigor. You grabbed his gun holster with your other hand and thrust into him as fast as you could, pulling his body against your thrusts.
"Oh fuck yes," Hutch moaned. You could tell he was struggling to keep his eyes open.
"God," You groaned, taking him all in; the wild hair, droopy eyes, soft lips, the way his brow pinched upwards, flushed skin, the way the gun holster highlighted his physique, how willing he was to give himself to you. "You are beautiful."
Hutch moaned even loader. You felt his ass tighten, and his fingers clench on the edge of the sink.
"Are you going to come, baby?" You asked, thrusting a little harder. Hutch's brow crinkled. All that came out of him was another moan. You decided to let the man have what he wanted. He had behaved so well. He deserved to come. Relinquishing your grip on his gun holster, you trailed your hand down his abs, feeling the muscles tighten and twitch under your finger tips. You tightened your grip on his hair and yanked backwards, pulling him flush against you. Your free hand wrapped around his cock and pumped furiously.
"Come," You ordered.
And come Hutch did. He roared, his body going rigid for a split second before his seed spilled out of him, splashing onto your hand, his stomach, into the sink and even onto the mirror. His muscles spasmed and twitched, his lips slack as his roar faded. You gradually slowed your thrusts and pumping as his body loosened and relaxed. Hutch groaned and let his head slump forward, resting on the mirror. Your hand left his cock and you ran your hands up and down his back. You realized you were panting a little from the exertion, so you took a moment to catch your own breath. You pulled the cock out of his ass and he gasped. You glanced at him. His eyes were closed, mouth still slack. He looked worn out and blissful. You let him recover for a few moments while you undid your strap-on. You dropped the toy in the sink to clean later before wrapping your arms around Hutch's waist. He felt warm and soft.
"Are you okay there, Hutch?" You asked. "Looks like somebody fucked the daylights out of you."
Hutch's lips turned up in a smile, and let out a soft laugh. He patted your forearm gently.
"Probably because someone just did," He answered.
He turned around, gently grabbing your face with his hands before kissing you. It was soft and sweet at first, but quickly turned into a lustful, hungry make-out session. Hutch pulled back, rubbing his fingers against your jaw.
"And I think it's time I express my gratitude," He said coyly. Your breath hitched as Hutch slid his hands down to your waist and tucked his lips into your neck. He kissed and sucked at your pulse point. He rotated you until you were backed against the bathroom sink. You chuckled softly as he kissed your neck again. You ran your finger through his hair while his hands trailed down your sides. His lips slipped down your neck to your collarbone, then your chest, making a trail down to your hips. He hooked his fingers into your panties and slid them down your legs. You barely stepped out of them before Hutch pushed his shoulders between your knees, forcing you open and sucking on your clit.
Pleasure jolted through you as you let out a shocked moan. You tangled your fingers in his hair. Hutch's hand shifted from your hip to between your legs. He pushed his long middle finger into you.
"Oh, god, Hutch!" You moaned. You leaned against the edge of the sink and propped your other hand against it, not wanting to fall over. Hutch kept sucking and began to pump his finger in and out, causing waves of pleasure to course through your veins. He quickly added a second finger. Your head fell back and you tugged on his hair harder. You felt your orgasm approaching quickly, evidence of you being turned on since the minute you saw Hutch wearing that stupid hand towel and his gun holster. Hutch seemed to sense it, and he hooked his fingers, grating them against your g-spot. Stars flashed over your vision and you heard yourself let out a loud moan. You felt your eyes roll into the back of your head just before you fell over the edge.
Your vision went white and it felt like your body was on fire. It either lasted a second or for an eternity before you came back to reality. Hutch was now standing up, one arm looped you around your waist while the other was holding your cheek. He wore a soft, cheeky grin.
"You doing okay?" He asked. "You look like someone fucked the daylights out of you."