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The moment the lights dimmed, Eight felt Three grasp her hand with palms hot and sweaty, grip tight as they guided her offstage with an urgency that made her heart race in excitement. The murmur of the crowd faded further into the distance with every dark corner they turned through the backstage of the venue, their hurried footsteps echoing on the creaky floor.
Finally, Three stopped at the end of a hallway in front of a wooden door with black paint chipped and worn, and they reached out for Eight’s waist to squeeze her hip. Breaths heavy and pupils wide, the inkling looked up into Eight’s eyes, their silence posing an unspoken question. Should we…?
Eight quickly nodded, reaching out blindly for the door handle and pulling Three along into the closet, unable to suppress an excited, breathless giggle that her partner echoed once the door closed behind them.
Three pushed Eight against the wall, chest pressed against hers as she yanked down their facemask and crushed their lips together. Three’s lips were hot and tasted of salt, beads of sweat still rolling down the side of their face from the adrenaline and blaring stage lights.
As Three’s hands snuck underneath her shirt, Eight moved to hold their face in both hands, stroking her thumbs over their cheeks. In the brief moment they parted for air, she whispered breathlessly, “Turn the lights off.” The octoling smiled when her partner immediately obeyed, feeling past propped up mops and brooms until they reached the lightswitch and flicked it off.
With sounds and sensations heightened by the absence of light, Eight smiled against Three’s lips, shivering at the feeling of their fingers sliding up her back under her shirt. Hands deft and practiced, her partner unbuckled her bra in one smooth motion and moved around to cup her breasts. Eight moaned into the kiss as a thumb tweaked her nipple, arching her back in silent encouragement.
Further emboldened, Three pulled away from Eight’s lips with a sharp inhale and instead moved to kiss over her jaw. When Eight responded by slipping her hands into the back pockets of their jeans, they gasped, whispering against the octoling’s skin, “Can I touch you?”
“I think you are touching me,” Eight teased with a giggle, leaning her head forward to nibble the shell of Three’s right ear.
“You know what I mean,” Three hissed, squeezing Eight’s chest when her teasing made them shudder.
Eight hummed in consideration and kissed her partner’s cheek. “Mm…Can you ask politely?”
“Now you’re just being mean.”
“Then maybe we should stop,” Eight replied with a smirk, slowly starting to pull her hands away. She felt Three quickly press their face into the crook of her neck, moving with such urgency that the force pushed her further against the wall and rustled the contents of the closet.
“May I touch you?” Three whispered, hot breath making Eight’s neck prickle with goosebumps. After a brief moment to think, they added, “Please?”
Eight nodded before remembering the need to confirm verbally in the dark. “Yes. I want you to.”
Given permission Three hurriedly lowered their hands from under Eight’s shirt to unbutton her jeans, fingers trembling slightly in their urgency. Eight parted her legs slightly to give Three better access and sighed blissfully as she felt their warm fingers slide into her underwear and over her folds.
Three rubbed and circled around Eight’s clit slowly at first, waiting for silent encouragement which they were given by the light rocking of the octoling’s hips. Their fingertips traced around Eight’s slit as the heel of their hand pressed forward to provide the perfect friction for her to rub against, voice breathless when they shallowly pushed a finger inside of her. “Is this good?”
“It always is,” Eight whispered back, making sure her lips brushed over Three’s ear when she added further praise, “Your hands feel amazing. ”
Exhaling with a long groan, Three pressed their finger in further before slowly adding another, thrusting along with the motions of Eight’s hips. “Yeah…?”
“Mm hmm~” Eight gasped when Three crooked their fingers inside of her in the way they knew she loved. As they repeated the motion she felt her legs shake, having to grip Three’s shoulders for support. “You always make me feel so good.”
“Ffffuck-” Three huffed, picking up the pace and beginning to rock their own hips in tandem.
Eight smirked, tone slightly smug, “Does that make you happy? Hearing what you do to me?”
Three nodded and wheezed out a frantic, “ Yes .”
The shelves of cleaning supplies and bottled chemicals began to subtly shake from the pair’s movements against the wall, the rattling unnervingly loud amidst the silence.
Still, Eight only quickened the rolling of her hips, the air steadily growing hotter and more stifling within the small confines of the closet.
“Next time, you should bring your strap,” Eight whispered, lightly digging her nails into Three’s shoulders, “Would you be able to make it through your show knowing what we’d get to do afterwards?”
“God, I-I don’t know. I don’t know.” Three wedged their thigh between Eight’s legs to give her more leverage to rub against their hand. “Would I…?”
Nodding, Eight clenched around the slender fingers inside her with a high moan. “You would.”
“I would,” Three echoed breathlessly and nodded back. They pressed their thigh harder between Eight’s legs and moved their hand so they could circle her clit with their thumb. With Eight’s approving gasp they thrust their fingers deeper.
“Mm hmm, you can be patient,” Eight whispered before Three’s touch forced her voice into a high pitched keen, “Ah… ah!! ” Given the inkling’s silence aside from quiet groans, she surmised they were awaiting further encouragement. “Keep doing that. Harder .”
Three wordlessly complied with a long, relieved exhale, the movement of their fingers inside of Eight sounding increasingly lewd the wetter she became. “I’ll bring that one strap that you really like; the blue one with the ridges.”
Eight could only pant in reply, squeezing her legs tightly around Three’s thigh.
“I wish I had it right now,” Three continued after raising their head from Eight’s shoulder to press their forehead against hers, “I want to- Fuck , I-I…”
“What do you want?” Eight whispered between gasps with her head swimming from the increasingly stifling heat.
“I want to make you scream ,” Three answered, whining through their nose when Eight pressed her lips against theirs.
Eight let Three lead the kiss while she continued rolling her hips, pleasure thrumming between her legs with every beat of her pulse. When Three’s long fingers angled perfectly inside her again, she pulled away with a sharp gasp and bit the inkling’s lower lip. “ Do it then.”
Three eagerly nodded and moved their hips more frantically against her, using the added pressure from their leg to pin her against the wall. “Thank you,” they breathed against Eight’s parted lips.
Though her mouth was open to reply, Eight could no longer form words, only able to whine and gasp as heat began to coil low in her stomach and the shaking of her legs made her knees briefly buckle. Luckily Three held her weight and didn’t stumble even as she had to cling to their shoulders for support. With their free hand, Three grabbed the back of Eight’s thigh and lifted her leg to help brace her even further.
The smooth press of a third finger inside of her made Eight cry out before she could think to moderate her volume. “Three-!!” At the call of their name the inkling was wracked with a shudder that Eight could feel under her hands. “Three, don’t stop- don’t stop, oh fuck!! ”
Three kissed and laved their tongue up the side of Eight’s neck, panting breaths tickling over where her skin was slick with sweat. Voice hoarse and shaky, they whispered, “I love you.”
Before Eight could muster a reply, a torrid wave of ecstasy took her by surprise and she screamed into Three’s shoulder, sound muffled by the dense fabric of their hoodie. Her legs squeezed vice-like around Three’s wrist as she came, the continued movement of their fingers inside of her drawing out further high pitched squeals.
The octoling could feel Three’s nails through the fabric of her jeans with how tightly they held her thigh, and when she was finally able to hear past her pounding heartbeats, she noticed they were holding their breath as though fearful of missing even a single sound.
“Breathe, Three…” Eight giggled, sighing contentedly as her partner kept up a slow, relaxed rocking of their hips to help her ride out the fading high of her orgasm. Just before the touch verged into overstimulation, Three slid out their fingers and withdrew their hand from Eight’s underwear.
Though Eight couldn’t see their expression through the dark, she knew from Three’s silence what they were hoping to hear. Delicately, she held their face in both hands and rubbed over their cheekbones before whispering, “That was amazing .” She couldn’t help but smirk at the long, whining exhale the inkling gave in reply. “What do you want me to do for you?”
“Just this,” Three whispered, going quiet for a moment before amending, “Actually, if you could maybe…?” Their voice trailed off and Eight felt their cheeks grow even hotter under her touch. “I mean, since my legs are really tired-”
“Sure,” Eight replied with a smile, giving Three a quick peck on the lips before gently pressing her hands on their shoulders. “Down.”
Three eagerly lowered themself to their knees in front of Eight and leaned their head against her legs, groaning when she began to gently brush through their tentacles.
“You did so well,” Eight cooed down at Three as she stroked them, smiling to herself at how the inkling relaxed more and more of their weight against her. “Is this good?”
Three gripped the fabric of Eight’s pants and nodded, their frantic breaths beginning to slow. “Really good. Keep talking…please?”
Eight continued her idle petting with a quiet giggle. “You’re asking very politely; it’s sweet. I love getting to see you like this.”
“You’re definitely the only one,” Three chuckled, letting out a deep and blissful sigh. “Though you’re not really seeing me, are you? It’s too dark.”
“I guess not. Next time we’ll keep the lights on.” The octoling lightly scratched her nails over the back of Three’s neck, their skin still damp with sweat.
As the pulsating, echoey bass of the distant speakers subtly vibrated the creaky wooden floor of the closet, Three fully relaxed under Eight’s delicate touch. “Yeah…next time.”