#these two!!!!

"Did you know, Sweet Boy, that Merlot comes from...the French name for blackbird? Merle...the colour of the grape that makes this wine..."

Rio holds their wine glass awkwardly; the glass itself feels rather expensive and that's not even commenting on the bottle of wine Agatha had graciously poured into their glass.

Agatha downs her glass in rapid success; never once spilling any down the corners of her mouth. She's done this many times and Rio can't help to notice that most of those times had been alone.

Rio had been hired as Agatha's maintenance worker; a sort of jack-of-all-trades. They were responsible for work inside and out of the giant beach house. It was just Agatha who lived here; comfortable in her rich excess with no one to share it with. She was busy, she claimed when Rio first came around when they had been hired by the older woman. Very busy.

All Rio ever noticed was Agatha sitting in her plush living room with a glass of wine between her fingers, swirling the glass for so long Rio was certain Agatha was trying to change it back into water.

That was the benefit of working outdoors in front of huge windows; one could peer right in and watch their boss mill around the house all day while they got paid to do her dirty work.

Agatha didn't mind because, in exchange for her house and grounds being kept up, she also got to stare at Rio right back through those giant windows.

And of course she could see everything, Rio kept that glass sparkling.

But now Rio was inside and standing before Agatha with a $700 bottle of wine poured into her easily $300 wine glass and was given a language lesson. Just what the fuck was Agatha's deal, anyway?"

"Is the wine called Blackbird?"

Rio mumbled out from their mouth as they shifted their weight from the right to the left foot. Did they take this opportunity to drink the wine or, let their eyes rest on the perfect swell of Agatha's breasts against her white turtleneck shirt that was tucked neatly into her grey pants. She always wore a blazer over to have an air of importance of someone in charge. Today's blazer was a light brown that really complimented her dark, wavy hair.

Rio could feel the inside of their mouth water.

They cleared their throat.

"Rio...such an interesting name..."

Rio tried their hardest not to roll their eyes as they decided that it was the best time right here, right now to take a sip of the wine. They brought the glass up to their lips and brought their gaze through the glass and onto Agatha's face. She was watching with a sickly sweet smile.

She didn't continue talking because she truly wanted Rio to answer the question pertaining to their name. Rio pulled the glass away and felt the aftertaste of the wine layer on their tongue, their lips. They licked them absentmindedly and Agatha almost moaned at the sight.

"I chose it myself."

"It suits you."

"Thanks...Ms. Harkness..."

"How was the wine?"

Rio licked their lips again as if trying to chase the flavor, the body if it.

"Soft...like velvet almost...thanks Ms. Harkness for the drink but I...I was going to get started on the living room and-"

Agatha shrugged her shoulders and nearly dropped herself down onto her couch. Not once did the wine in her glass slosh or spill out. It was incredible and Rio couldn't understand it. Agatha sat there as if she was just a feature in the room; merely getting out of Rio's way so they could continue on.

"Be a good little pet and bring your empty glass and the bottle into the kitchen before you get started in here, Love...."

Rio held their breath as their hands reached out for the bottle on the coffee table. Taking it alongside their glass and into the kitchen that was just around the corner of the living room. Rio finally exhaled and shut their eyes. Just what kind of game was Agatha Harkness playing at here?

Rio collected themselves before turning round that corner once more and shooting Agatha a simple smile. They bent over to gather up the cleaning supplies and without much thought, Rio opened their mouth.

"Boy...is fine, Ms. Harkness..."

Agatha's eyebrows shot up in the boldness but no offense was taken. She merely sipped the remainder of her wine before her lips pushed out the correction from before.

"Be a good little boy, then...you always do such an impeccable job for Mommy."

It felt like Agatha had taken the end of the broom and pushed it so far and so deep into Rio's chest that their lungs collapsed. They knew Agatha was fond of using pet names; must be some old-money kind of talk. But calling herself Mommy? That was their boss.

"Yes...Ms. Harkness..."

"Agatha is fine, dear...please. Just because I have this huge fucking house and all this money to burn doesn't mean I got my nose up my ass with no care in the world for being plain. I don't need you calling me Ms. Harkness just because I employed you. Ms. Harkness isn't someone you need to worry about..."

Rio chewed the inside of their cheek as they nodded their head and grabbed the broom. Ms. Harkness was definitely a nod to Agatha's mother which sounded like Agatha had nothing but bitter feelings towards. Rio filed that away in their mind. Best not to piss off the boss in more ways than one.

"Yes, Agatha."

Agatha beamed as she laid back lazily against her couch; her hair falling over the armrest in cascading waves. Rio wanted to reach out and touch it which, of course, would mean more of Agatha's hair to sweep up into the dustpan.

"You're pretty handy, aren't you Rio?"

Rio nodded as they swept underneath the opposite couch. They didn't want to break their routine and fall behind on the cleaning. The house was massive.

"Yes, I am, Agatha..."

Rio heard the older woman sigh as she peeled her gaze away from Rio finally to look up at her ceiling. The room was quiet then but not in an awkward heavy way; just a woman laying on the couch while a man worked tediously away at cleaning up the floor.

"Gets awfully hot in here, doesn't it?"

Rio tried not to flinch as they heard the inflection in Agatha's voice. They didn't dare look up from the spot they were cleaning.

Rio could hear shuffling and knew that Agatha had shed her blazer and draped it over the back of the couch. They dared to steal a look from over their shoulder as if checking for a spot they could have missed. That goddamn turtle neck was sleeveless.

"If you're going to make eyes at me, Big Boy...you better make sure you're going to do something about it..."

Rio stopped in their tracks; broom mid sweep in their sweaty palms. What the fuck was Agatha, their boss, insinuating? No, they knew exactly what Agatha was trying to get at.

She had tried this all before; days before and Rio had tried their best to push down the feeling that had been boiling over. Agatha had been making pretty bold advances inadvertently. Undressing in her room when she knew Rio was about to round the corner to fix the burnt-out light bulb in there. Calling for them to help and then Rio would show up with a wrench in their hand and Agatha would be draped over the edge of the tub on full naked display.

That all familiar pang bolted between Rio's legs then and now; throbbing that reached downwards and shot through Rio's base right until they swore they could feel their head twitching.

"Agatha-"

Rio swore she hadn't heard Agatha get up off of the couch; standing right behind them now. Rio felt the woman's hands wrap around their waist and dip down to grab the bulge in Rio's jeans. Rio could feel Agatha's warm and desperate breath on the back of their neck; tickling the short-buzzed hair.

Rio bit back a moan but Agatha didn't.

Rio turned themself; slipping against Agatha's hands. They were facing one another now and the look in Agatha's eyes mirrored Rio's. The tension was growing and they both wondered who was going to be the first one to crack.

They both did; in unison as Agatha gently pushed Rio down so that they could take a seat on the couch they had just been cleaning under. Rio took it; spread their legs voluntarily without much thought. Agatha sank to her knees and Rio swore they were already seeing stars.

"Agatha-"

"Shh...don't you worry your pretty little head, my Sweet Boy...let Mommy take care of it..."

Rio tried their best to lean back into the couch and relax; let Mommy take care of it. The pet name Agatha gave to herself was starting to grow on Rio in some fucked up, kinky way. They had never really paid much attention to it until Agatha started using it on herself.

"That's it...you just relax...ahh...look...already so hard for Mommy, hm?"

The sound of Rio's zipper being pulled by Agatha's french tip nails filled the living room and then the sudden contact of said nails popping Rio's button. Agatha slipped her hand past the denim to grab at Rio's bulge. She laughed, not in a mocking tone but more so as if she finally claimed her prize.

Rio bolted upwards but Agatha used her hand to keep Rio down; didn't want to spook them into believing this was something taboo. The look in Agatha's eyes didn't read exploitive at all; desire burned behind those baby blues. Rio let out a frustrated groan as they gently bucked their hips up so that Agatha could cover more ground in her grope.

"That's it...Mommy just wants to make you feel good...keep these beautiful, strong legs open for me, Sweet Boy...hold back Mommy's hair for her, too..."

Agatha shifted herself up a little higher on her knees and patted the empty spot on the couch between Rio's legs. Rio shifted a little closer towards Agatha as they tried to close the gap. Agatha basically cooed as her fingers worked quickly; uncupping her hand from Rio's crotch to pull down their jeans. Rio's hand found Agatha's hair like a magnet; holding it up and out of the way so that Agatha could sink her face down between Rio's legs.

"Oh...Rio..."

Agatha's voice was as sweet as that goddamn wine they had thrown back just moments before. Velvet; smooth. Rio watched in earnest as Agatha took their packer between her lips and exhaled loudly through her nose. Rio wanted to snap their hips up and fuck Agatha's face; her lips, her mouth. There was no more boiling over now; a complete spill.

"Fuck, Mommy..."

Rio breathed heavily through their parted mouth and sunk their hips down into the couch. They could see Agatha smirk against the silicone as she continued to suck and lick up and down Rio's shaft. Their hand in Agatha's hair guided the older woman in a rhythm that suited Rio's needs. Agatha was the one who needed to give Rio everything their heart desired and then some.

Agatha's hands snaked their way up Rio's sturdy legs and muscled hips as they seeped underneath the plain forest green t-shirt Rio usually wore to do their work around the house. Agatha could feel the hills and valleys against her fingertips as she traced along the muscles that kept taut while she continued to suck Rio off. Hands and fingers inched a little higher until they met with the slightly raised edges of healed tissue. Rio held in their breath and waited for this moment to go one of two ways.

Agatha's hands stayed but her mouth pulled away from Rio's packer with a trail of saliva bridging between them. Rio loosened their hand in Agatha's hair so she could look up with that piercing, almost scary at times gaze.

There was softness here instead; and heated passion beyond Rio's belief.

"...sucha...Handsome Boy..aren't you?"

But it didn't come out as a question. It was a statement. Agatha was announcing that she liked what she saw and felt and tasted. She pulled away almost as quickly as she swooped into Rio and began to shed her clothes. Rio watched in stunned silence before they decided, they should do the same.

Rio remained seated with their shirt off and pants kicked away onto the newly swept floor. Agatha had stripped right down to her bra and underwear; ones in which Rio had seen before. Sometimes they would do Agatha's laundry and fold away her clothes. Nothing was entirely new to Rio when it came to Agatha except this sudden realization that Agatha was accepting of everything Rio was as a person.

"I've...wanted to fuck you for so long but-"

Rio cut themselves off as their hand shook with fingers splaying out to tease the base of their packer. Fingers stretched outwards and hand followed suit until Rio was sitting there, stroking themselves while staring up at Agatha. Agatha, bit her lip in response and nodded softly. Gently. Eyes as wide as saucers and Rio read it in such a way of one seeing an entire cake before them that was much too tempting to not be eaten.

"...but now is your chance..."

Agatha finished the sentence as she took a step towards the couch and Rio, helping herself until she had Rio below her as she straddled them. Rio's tip was pressing dangerously into Agatha's underwear and with a single push forward from Rio it would be pressing into Agatha's core. Agatha moaned and Rio made quick work of their hands as they pulled Agatha's underwear to the side so she could help herself to Rio.

It was fluid; one single motion of Agatha taking Rio inside of her. There was no time to be wasted or to be cute. This wasn't some soft build up that needed to go on and on until they both felt the moment was right. Rio's hands found Agatha's hips and helped her slam down onto their cock; filling Agatha up to the brim. Left hand pulling away to press onto Agatha's lower abdomen; feeling themself and how deep they were inside. Agatha mumbled out a string of unintelligible curses and moans; eyes daring to flutter close from the sensation of being filled and stretched.

"You just...let Mommy be in control, ok?"

Agatha started to roll her hips ever so slightly and Rio could feel a sensation burst through them; dizzying in all the right ways. They nodded against the back of the couch before verbally replying.

"Ok..."

"Good Boy."

And that smile covered Agatha's face, the one Rio knew all too well. Something was behind it that they couldn't put their finger on. It was almost like a promise of control or charge; the woman got off on having the last word even when she was on the receiving end.

Rio tried, really tried to move their hips to fuck Agatha but it was futile. She really was in control through every action, every movement. All Rio could do was hold down Agatha's hips and every once in a while, be bold enough to grope and fondle Agatha's breasts. The older woman had it all figured out and Rio felt like they were just along for the ride.

"I can...god...I can feel you trying to...to..."

Rio breathed heavily as they tried to hold onto their composure. It didn't last long; not with the way Agatha rolled her hips back and forth and tossed her hair over her shoulder whenever it got in the way of her face. Rio felt like they were going to melt into the couch from being fucked so good.

"Trying to milk your cock? Exactly, Baby...that's exactly what Mommy is doing..."

Rio let out a loud whine as they bucked their hips up to throw Agatha off of her rhythm. Agatha responded with nothing more than a smirk and the return of her hands pressed flat to Rio's chest. She could feel Rio's heart beating fast against her palm. A deep breath in that made Agatha's hand rise and fall; a quick shudder of Rio's body that made Agatha cease all motion.

Rio groaned in impatience.

"You don't come before Mommy does, Sweet Boy...not yet..."

And with that, Agatha picked up where she had left off. Each roll of her hips towards Rio felt like torture and Rio, could barely hang on. At the same time however, they needed to feel and see and hear Agatha succumb to her pleasure and completely bottom out.

Rio needed it just as badly as they needed Agatha; before they even admitted it.

It didn't take much longer for Agatha to curl her fingers against Rio's chest to hold on; try to remain in control. But she lost it before she even had it which allowed Rio to step up.

And they did; rightfully so.

A quick thrust up into Agatha's sopping wet core and fingers groping and pulling, pinching and kneading anywhere and everywhere against Agatha's skin until she threw her head back and gave Rio a show.

That softly curled hair Rio had bunched in a fist earlier cascaded down Agatha's back and Rio, traced the outline of Agatha's exposed neck with their eyes. The way Agatha's chin pointed up to the ceiling with barely a glimpse of her parted lips sent chills down Rio's spine. Another quick jerk and Agatha let out a solid, unbroken string of moans.

Rio could feel just how slick they were inside of Agatha and how easily she grounded and fucked onto their cock.

Agatha rolled her head back forwards as she slumped towards Rio. The top of her head gently touched Rio's chest as she tried to catch her breath; coming down from the orgasm high. She moved her head lazily; turned it sideways so that her lips pressed gently over Rio's scars.

Tender and sweet; accepting and welcoming.

Rio groaned with a final buck upwards as they felt their own orgasm come on from a mix of many things. Mostly Agatha's acceptance.

"Rio..."

Agatha whispered, her breath ghosting over Rio's sweaty and warm skin. Her lips gently grazed along the scar line until she found the middle of Rio's chest. She looked up with her eyes only and Rio, looked down at Agatha.

"If you no longer want to work for me now...I understand..."

"Maybe I'll take you up on that..."

Agatha quickly recoiled; pulling away from Rio so now they were both face to face; eye level. Agatha's right eyebrow rose in confusion, in question. She thought she had glossed it all over with Rio; from the role of being their boss to the sex.

Agatha only warmed up when Rio did; when she could see the lazy smile spread across Rio's face. They eyed Agatha up and down; let their gaze linger on the patch of pubic hair that led down to where Rio was still fully sheathed inside.

"Maybe I don't want to work for you but...maybe, something more...where I can call you Mommy and you can-"

"Call you a Good Boy...you'd like that, wouldn't you? Rio?"