Written for Day 4 of SoMa NSFW week on tumblr. Butler AU smut ^-^

His hands splay over her thighs, squeezing and groping them, tugging lightly at the hem of her socks exposing more of her skin as he does.

Maka breaks away from his kiss to sigh contently when his hands travel up her stomach and beneath hers – his – sweater before she presses her lips against his again. Fire ignites in her lower abdomen when he pulls her in closer to him. Her legs wrap around his waist and she draws their groans in closer, rubbing her crotch against the bulge in his pants. Tangling her hands in his mussed up hair, she deepens their kissing and explores his mouth with her tongue, an enticing moan sounding from him in response.

She craves the feel of his skin on hers, his touch, his lips, his cock, his everything.

He smiles when he finds she isn't wearing a bra, and she can't help but to smile as well.

"No bra?" he hums a little too happily.

Their lips are still touching, but the kiss has stopped.

"Do you not like it?"

"It's hot."

Soul's hands knead and massage her tits, her hips slowly building friction between their groins in the process. She thinks of how they're wearing far too much clothing right now, and all she wants is for him to carry her to his bed and fuck her until she's a hot, screaming mess. It doesn't help that his gaze is deep and heavy; two blood-thirsty eyes that drink her up, filled with lust and desire that reflects the heat building between them.

"Pants. Off," she says, almost begs.

Instead, she's greeted with his waist pulling away from her and his hands settling her back down on the counter. She pouts half-heartedly and glares at him. Her legs tighten around him to bring him back, but he fights against it.

"What are–"

"Not yet."

A small gasp escapes from her as he slips two fingers beneath her panties, gently rubbing along her slit. Her hands grip his shoulders and her legs spread open to give him better access. She extends her neck, sighs out of relief, and the fire in her core settles down slightly at the prospect of finding some kind of release. The smug grin on his face radiates in the space between them, but she ignores it in favor of focusing on what his fingers are doing.

One slips inside her, and she instantly relaxes.

He's slow and languid with his motions, she senses rather than feels him move closer to her, and his mouth is instantly on her neck. His tongue and teeth make quick work of the flesh there; they bite and lick her, leaving his mark as always on her porcelain skin. Moans and sighs fill the space of her kitchen, heat crawls along her body, and her senses dull. In that moment, it's only her and Soul.

Her hands twine themselves in his hair to press him closer to her while his fingers continue to work on her pussy. His thumb circles around her nub, and her core tightens in response. She feels her high escalating the more stimulation he gives her, but it's still not enough. The darkest parts of her desire crave more of him, so much more; she wants to feel him inside her, his cock filling her and his mouth on her tits and his hands on her ass while she rides. What they're doing is great, but it's not what she wants.

Lucky for her, Soul is a good man who knows her better than anyone else.

His fingers halt in their actions, and his mouth lifts from her neck to kiss her jaw. She stares at him through half-lidded eyes, the question on the tip of her tongue.

"Pants off now?" he asks, the coy smile that sets her heart on fire making an appearance.

"God, yes," she says entirely too eager.

Soul only laughs, removes his fingers from inside her, and steps back so she can hop off the counter.

"Bedroom?" he asks.

Never mind that he's already following her up the stairs.

"If you don't mind," she smiles.

"So long as you keep the socks on." He pops the elastic of her thigh high socks for emphasis, and Maka giggles to herself.

"Do you have a sock fetish now?" she teases.

"Only when you wear them."

Maka only shakes her head and smiles to herself. They reach her bedroom and make love on her bed, all of the soft touches and kisses included, and she notes how Soul's hands constantly find themselves either on her thighs or her chest.