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Haymitch trailed his forefinger down her slit, gathering the wetness before moving back up to her clit, rubbing circles there. She immediately let out a moan at how good he felt, his fingers strong and calloused but amazingly gentle. Raising her hips to him, begging for more, he slid his middle finger into her, finding her sweet spot and working up a rhythm that seemed to please her. The more aroused she became, he slid another finger inside of her, and she felt the stretch, aching for more of him. 'Haymitch, please.'
'Not yet, sweetheart, trust me.' He said, knowing she must be close to orgasm, and knowing his own wouldn't last out long as soon as he got inside of her, he wanted her to have some fun first. Keeping up the rhythm he started tracing circles on her clit, speeding up as her breathing deepened. Confusion spread across her face, but it was soon replaced by pleasure, as her orgasm overtook her body. 'That's it, Katniss, ride it out', Haymitch never took his eyes off her, trying to remember forever how beautiful she looked in this moment, her defences totally down. Pure, innocent and happy.

Coming down from her high, Katniss looked Haymitch in the eye, distracting him with a kiss as she thumbed the waistband of his boxers, letting his cock spring free. Pushing her nerves aside, Katniss grasped his cock at the base and slowly stroked up the length of it. She looked up at him from under her eyelashes, flirtatious and innocuous all at once, experimenting with the pressure and smiling to herself when he let out a low, animalistic moan. Resting his hand on her cheek, Haymitch pulled Katniss in for a kiss, nibbling at her lower lip. She never once stopped the steady stroke with her right hand, trailing her nails along the length of his thighs.

Katniss began to trail wet kisses along his jawline; her soft lips a stark contrast to the stubble on his chin. Flicking her tongue against his skin, she slowly moved her way southwards, relishing in the sensation of his taught muscles against it. Looking to Haymitch for approval, she paused before reaching the tip of his cock, her heart rate beginning to race. 'It's ok princess, I trust you' he whispered, tucking the lock of hair that had sprung free from her braid back behind her ear, stroking the soft skin there. Haymitch traced the bruises on her neck, running a long finger down her scars. She is beautiful and tough, and while she is almost half his age, she is old before her time, The Hunger Games stripping them both of their youth and innocence.

Her confidence rose from his touch, and Katniss placed a gentle kiss on the end of his cock before closing her eyes. Taking his head into her mouth, she swirled her tongue around it, slowly moving her lips down his shaft. Haymitch groaned at her touch, rolling his eyes to the back of his head in pleasure, he entwined his fingers under her hair guiding her rhythm. Keeping up the pace with her mouth, the young girl caressed Haymitch's thighs, focusing on each one of the long scars, which travel upwards from his knees. He is strong, physically dominating and effortlessly good-looking. Katniss took the time to look at every inch of him, breathing in his delectable scent, memorising the way he tastes.

Feeling his muscles tensing, Haymitch stroked his hands down Katniss' back, trying to hold off his release as long as possible, a difficult task considering how amazing her mouth felt against his most sensitive skin. 'Please, sweetheart, not like this'. She lay down next to him, her hand resting on his waist as he moved himself between her legs, parting her toned thighs. He gave her a moment to compose herself, before lining himself up against her and leaning in for a kiss. This kiss was different, although the sparks were still there between them, the passion and desire to be close to one and other overtook, and as Haymitch slid into her their eyes locked on each other.

He lay still, allowing her to get used to the feeling of being stretched while she wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, looking away from him in embarrassment. 'Just breathe, sweetheart' he whispered, kissing away her tears and taking the moment to fully appreciate her beautiful body. The rise and fall of her perk breasts, the soft curve of her waist and her long shapely legs. She slowly began to thrust her hips up to his, sparking up a rhythm. Haymitch began to follow her lead, matching her thrusts, filling her completely before almost pulling out altogether.

Moaning at the loss, Katniss wrapped her legs around Haymitch's torso and dug her heels in, pulling him closer to her. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their arms and legs wrapped so tightly around each other as they moved as one, faster with each thrust. Feeling her orgasm nearing Katniss broke the kiss to look Haymitch in the eye as she came. The look in her eyes and the feeling of her inner muscles contracting around his cock brought on Haymitch's own orgasm, her name falling from his lips.

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Sorry about the abrupt ending, but I felt it was already getting a little romantic and I thought to have her fall asleep in his arms might be a step too far for a smut ;). Hope you liked it, please leave reviews! The more reviews I get, the more likely I am to write more :)