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Saying it was hot in the base was an understatement.
Sure, everyone in the Firelights base loved the Sun right above their heads – without the toxic, foggy air of Zaun distorting the bright rays –, but with that came burning temperatures that could actually cook something simply exposed to it.
And sure, Ekko’s team found a way to battle the heat even in a small way – developing and giving out automatic hand fans from faulty hoverboards –, yet that still meant that the bright star would stay there until the evening.
Either way, it was 14:45. Ekko was preparing to head out to the war room for the meeting he scheduled at 15:00; apparently, he found some traces in the shimmer production and needed everyone’s feedback on how to use the advantage. Every single crucial figure in their big family would attend the meeting, apart from Jinx, the head of weaponry and his wife, because she… didn’t feel like it. Well, Ekko, the slightly-biased leader, can explain everything in the evening to her.
Today Ekko decided to head out without his coat, for an obvious reason. So, his tank top, cargo pants, his chestplate, mask and club in case of emergencies…
The clothes rack only had his coat, but it was as if something was missing…
Where’s my scarf?
Ekko barely headed out of their home without his scarf around his neck, so he really needed it to settle in, as he calls it that.
“Jinx? Have you seen my scarf?”
Silence. Then, so silent he almost missed it, came her voice. “N-no…”
A beat. Then another. Ekko grabbed his walkie-talkie and put his ring on, then moved with great strides to the door of the living room. Club in his hand, he pressed his ear to the door, hearing very weird sounds from the other side. Gasps and moans filled his ears. Was she in danger? Was she hurting herself while he was stupidly standing here? Ekko opened the door harshly to find…
…
The first things that caught his eye were a T-shirt – his, specifically –, and green cotton panties with a prominent wet spot in them, sitting on top of the couch. Then… Jinx, his wife, his important squad member, laying with her hands at her sides, mouth breathing out pants and whimpers, blue eyes staring deeply into Ekko’s, the junction between her thighs threatening to flood the couch underneath, and herself wearing nothing but…
Ekko looked. Blinked, then looked. Still looked, as if this scene in front of him would vanish if he didn’t look enough. Then he took out his walkie-talkie, selected a certain channel, then:
“Scar?”
“Yeah?”
“Move the meeting to six.”
“But E–”
He rolled the volume bar to zero. Then threw the radio on the other couch. Then Ekko, the tease he is, approached her slowly, putting on a sadistic smile.
“‘No’? So you haven’t seen my scarf?” She shook her head in denial. But he looked at the valley of her breasts to find that very same orange piece of fabric he was looking for. Raising it to show it to her, he asked. “Then what’s this, baby?”
Jinx gulped. She tried to play the ‘what’s yours is mine’ card. “M-my scarf?”
Ekko looked at her again. Outside this very house everyone feared her, even some crew members were slightly frightened by her commands – never threatened, though –, but being pinned down by her husband’s eyes alone made her shiver. “No-no-no, Pow-Pow… that won’t work. You getting a quickie while I’m preparing for a meeting? A meeting you’re supposed to attend but aren’t because you want relief? With my scarf no less?” Jinx nodded. “Oh, you need some lessons in leadership, Jinxie. Let me help you.”
She stood up when she saw Ekko move behind her. Then he sat down behind her, his scarf still in his hand. “Safe word?”, he asked. He never initiated any moves if he felt like she was uneasy with his actions, or with anything else in particular.
“Grey,” she whispered, impatiently waiting for what he had to offer.
“Good girl,” he teased. Jinx clenched around nothing just from that alone. “Be an even better girl and open for me.” Jinx opened her mouth, which then was stuffed by his scarf a moment later. “Good girl…” Jinx moaned around the scarf, finding his movements torturously slow.
His hand slowly traveled south, tracing her clouds until he reached her thigh. Then he moved his hand towards the middle, then retracted it, finding it drenched . “Damn, baby, you’re completely leaking…” Jinx groaned through the scarf in her mouth.
He brought the hand back to her core, moving his fingers slowly, his other hand slowly teasing her nipples. “Now, tell me, do you know why leaders are always aware of their surroundings?” Jinx moaned, feeling the release coming.
Then Ekko moved both his hands away, leaving Jinx a whining mess. “They don’t know what’s gonna happen next.” Jinx tried to sneak her hand towards her vertical lips, but Ekko caught it, trapping both behind her with one hand. “Pity that they still dive into their problems head-first.”
“Color?”
“Green,” Jinx mumbled through the fabric.
“Now, Jinx,” Ekko stuffed two fingers inside of her. Jinx shrieked from the sudden stimulation. “Why do leaders attend every meeting?” Again, her core was melting, chasing that sweet release, then–
Ekko took out his fingers, leaving her denied once more. Jinx whimpers were muffled by the scarf again. “They want to get feedback from others. They won’t get it if they masturbate to their husband’s scarf. Will they, Powder?” He takes out the scarf, resulting in Jinx drawing back some air.
She looked at Ekko behind her, panting. “No… I’m sorry Ekko, please let me cum…”
Ekko chuckled darkly. “Well, if you say so.” He stuffed three fingers at once, prompting Jinx to shriek. He stopped for a moment, and before he even had the chance to ask, Jinx blubbered “green”, granting Ekko permission to pump his digits deep inside of her.
Jinx felt like she got disconnected from Runeterra, the only living entities being her and Ekko, with the latter giving her no mercy as he continued his fast fingerfucking. “That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? Huh?” His thumb brushed her clit, leading to Jinx moaning at max volume. “Are you gonna cum for me like the good girl you are?” Jinx nodded, having no energy to enunciate anything but moans and gasps. “Then go on,” he said, pressing the scarf close to her entrance.
Jinx cried for one last time, feeling herself releasing on the scarf she was drooling about, coating it with her slick. “Thank you,” she spoke out.
Ekko put on the scarf, his last piece of clothing in place. “Pleasure, my love.”
“And by the way, you’re coming to the meeting.”
“But Ekk–”
“Or you want me to strap you to the bed and edge you endlessly?”
…
“At six, you said?"
“Okay, everyone should be here on Friday at 3,” Ekko slowly rose from his chair. “We still need to discuss how we’re gonna intercept the shipment.”
Eve called out. “Oh Ekko, by the way, why did you move the meeting 3 hours back?”
Ekko froze, trying to come up with something. Jinx also anxiously tapped her foot on the ground, still sitting and finding the floor really shiny today. “Um… we–”
“He was testing out a new prototype for the hand fans. The heat’s an ass nowadays,” Scar interrupted, winking at Ekko. God, does he wanna disappear now…
Eve smiled, oblivious to the actual reason. “Oh, okay!” As Ekko was about to cross the threshold to the sanctuary, she asked again. “Ekko?”
“Hm?”
Eve paused, then pointed. “Why’s your scarf wet?”