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You’re barely home a couple hours, but admittedly you’ve spent most of the time watching the clock, muddling about the house and trying to distract yourself with a trashy romance novel Delaila loaned to you the last time you delivered a batch of apples to her farm. It doesn’t work – your anxiety bests you and you find yourself lying on the couch in various uncomfortable positions.
This isn’t the first time Reth has been pulled away by his unsavory side gig, but it doesn’t get easier. Every time, there’s always the threat of something going wrong – this is the criminal underworld after all.
Happy thoughts right?
By the time the knock comes, you’ve reorganized the place twice, and have forgotten to change into something that isn’t the same form fitting leotard you’ve been in all night, save for the skirt which has been lazily strewn over her armchair.
Reth doesn’t even waste a second when the door cracks open to smooth his hands over your cheeks, tilt your chin up and desperately press his lips to yours. The both of you melt into each other in the doorway, until Reth breaks for air with a string of saliva caught between you two.
“Hi,” He breathlessly mumbles. “There’s the face I keep seeing in my dreams,”
You pull him inside, latch the door and push him back up against it, lips on his again in an instant. He doesn’t complain, and after a second grabs you by the waist, spinning you around until you’re the one whose back is pressed into the wooden door. His arms hoist your legs up with ease until you’re straddling him, and he can grind into you while he works his way down your neck and collarbone, the moment reminiscent of the storeroom incident a few weeks ago.
“Any reason you decided to leave this on, or is this part of your ever unfolding plan to make sure I am constantly squirming in discomfort?” He asks around nibbles on your neck, palming a hand down your side before cupping your ass.
“Mmm definitely that one,” You breathlessly manage, splaying your palms across his chest, finding the first button that you can unwork. “Not because I was sick with worry or anything like that,”
He pauses, which you very much regret, and leans just far back enough that you can catch the bags under his eyes, the more somber and sadder look he gives. “Ahhh I’m… sorry. It’s just—”
Your thumb reaches up, brushes his lower lip, which shuts him up momentarily. You take advantage of this with a kiss to the tip of his noses, and then one to either cheek before ending on his lips.
“Stop apologizing,” He at least, has the audacity to look sheepish. “I love you. I know what a sacrifice this is. I think you are the bravest person I could ever meet for what you do, and how hard you work, I just wish you were the one being taken care of. I wish you weren’t the one throwing your life away to reckless abandon,”
“I’m not,” It’s not very convincing and he must know it because he takes your hand and kisses your fingers and the inside of your palm almost to distract you. “The Grimalkans are usually lovely, I mean, a little scary but I’ve made it this far, and trust me, that’s a feat,”
You shake your head, not wanting to dwell on his self-deprecating humour. He’s safe tonight. That’s what matters. And you did mention something about taking care of him. His train of thought is trailing the same way given that he does fix you with a cheeky glimpse.
“But I know a few ways you can well, take care of me, as you so put it,”
“Oh yeah?” You quip back, as he then scoops you into his arms bridal style, earning him a squeak of surprise. “What did you have in mind?”
He unceremoniously deposits you on your bed, hovering above you with a newfound hunger in his eyes. “Well, I’ve had this issue see. My lovely, amazing girlfriend, has decided to make it her mission to pile on my plate by spending every waking hour of her new life working me up until I don’t have it in me to form a single rational thought,”
“Sounds like quite the pickle,” You muse, fingers coming up to pop open a couple buttons on his shirt.
“But see, I have her pinned underneath me in this, quite frankly sort of scandalous looking outfit, and I think maybe she would like to also release some of the same tension I have,” His fingers come back around to fiddle with the zipper on your one piece, dragging it down until he could splay his hands across the skin of your back.
“That and I’ve had a terribly long night, and I’m feeling kind of parched,” He mumbles, from where his mouth has made quick work of marking down your collarbones, while he tries to shimmy you out of your clothing. Impatient, isn’t he? You can’t help but comply though, until you are left bare in nothing but some thin underwear that wouldn’t show under the outfit.
Reth takes a second to admire the view when the fabric pools on the floor. This is, after all, your first night together, if he intends to take it that far. He low whistles, sits back on his haunches and soaks in the sight like he’s Jina in a newfound temple.
“Dragon help me you are stunning,” He says to himself more so than you. He leans forward and the molten moment is tender again, an effect you are beginning to notice is a running trend with him. “I— I love you, have I mentioned that?” He has, yet his face lights up every time. “More than I can put into words. I don’t think I’ve ever in my life wanted anything the way I want you,”
“I love you. You have me,” You whisper back, finding his hand to tangle your fingers with. This makes him blush, as if he hasn’t just spent the last few minutes feeling your naked body up. Then you deftly unbutton the rest of the shirt. “Soooo…. are you going to take me?”
“No need to tell me twice,” Is his enthusiastic response, before he starts making his way down your chest, squeezing, and pinching and licking at every inch of skin you have out.
Not quite what you had in mind but you are certainly not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. When he gets to your thighs, spreading them apart and hooking his fingers through the sheer panties you have on, you notice his pace getting torturously slow, like he’s mapping out where your goosebumps rise instead of focusing on the task at hand of getting you off.
That or he could just be enjoying himself, given the sheer sigh of pleasure he lets out when he presses his nose between your folds, licking a stripe up your vulva to your clit which has your back arching. You suppose this is the first time you’ve been at his disposal, which is something he’s realizing as well.
He sucks, licks and prods, but doesn’t really do anything beyond that, working you up and then easing you off.
“Reth,” You whine in frustration, chest heaving with how much you need him.
“Hm?” He hums from where he is, experimentally slicking up his index to slide inside you, his eyes flicking up to yours to gauge the reaction you have. The gasp you make dilates his pupils and you don’t miss the way he presses his pelvis into your mattress.
“Hurry… it up,” You grit, hips rising to get more friction out of it. His other hand comes up to press you down with a strength you forget he possesses, stilling your thrusts.
“Oh ho, I’m sorry, are you getting impatient?” He teases you, still watching your every move between the kitten licks he gives you. “Damn. That must really, really suck,”
“Reth,” You plead, carding a hand desperately through your hair. Your face feels hot and you are eager for that coil you’ve had building for weeks to unsnap.
“You can do better than that,” He gives a thrust of his fingers into you as he says this, his voice turning husky. Ah. You deserve this.
“Please,” You whimper, earning you a rewarding tempo, that has you throwing your head back into the pillows. “Please, please, please,”
“Please what?” He murmurs, his free hand releasing the hold on your hips to work at his belt.
“I need you, please I need to cum around you—don’t care how, just wanna— ahh… want you so bad— please…”
He takes this to mean his tongue and fingers, moving to lathe you in his full attention, curling the two fingers inside you when he pushes them deeper until you are trying to pull him in tighter by your thighs. His tongue flattens against your sensitive nub, swirling and licking in time with the thrusts of his wrist until you squeeze your thighs and sob in pleasure. He slows until you give his head a tired pat, so he can pull away from you before you implode from sensitivity.
He leans back, hair messier, lips parted and wet and eyes hungry. He’s managed to work his pants down enough, and from the looks of it, he’s certainly been trying to relieve some of the pressure of his own arousal.
“Yeah okay. That was hot. You taste better than anything I could hope to make,” He rasps, sliding back up your body with sloppy kisses until he reaches the corner of your mouth. “Maybe you should stop by on my lunch breaks more often?”
“That could be arranged,” Your hand slides down his bare torso, feeling out the smooth planes of his chest and abs, not defined the way Nai’o or Hodari’s are but just under the skin nonetheless from how often he’s on his feet. When your fingers push past the waistband of his underwear and wrap around him he hisses out a sigh of relief, pushing into your hand.
“That is— ah—if you behave and.. ngh… don’t leave me with an embarrassing situation to have to conceal like last time,” He grunts, thrusting eagerly into your hand the more you touch him, before taking the initiative to shimmy out of the rest of his clothes.
“Oh I would never,” You deviously whisper against the cusp of his ear, which ekes out a shiver from him, before you nudge his shoulders so you can roll him under you. He doesn’t protest but fixes you with a curious look when you straddle his hips.
You lick a stripe up your palm, before wrapping it back around him, massaging the wetness into his dick. His mouth forms a small ‘o’ and his head falls back in a manner you suspect mirrored your own before. You don’t dawdle, and as much as you would love to wrap your lips around him and take your own sweet time, your fuse is running short again.
So you do the next best thing, which is rub him up against the wetness between your legs, so diligently provided by his excellent cunnilingus and grind against the length of his shaft. Given the loud groan he does, that’s a good place to start. You have yet to slide him in, but the friction of him rubbing up against you like this, hot and wet, makes you want to cum on him just like this. Another time.
“Nnngh— enough,” He whines, fingers digging into your sides, though he still looks to you for permission. You reposition slightly, hands braced against his chest as you lean forward, brushing noses with him, and he takes that window of opportunity to thrust his hips upwards and sheath himself in you in one slow movement.
Your breaths mingle together in a simultaneous grunt of pleasure, and Reth buries his face in your neck, hands sliding to your ass to try and pull you down further, as if you could be anymore flush against him. “Fuuuuck,” He hisses, and you feel the sensation of his teeth working at your shoulder as he adjusts to the feeling.
Then, he grabs your hips and sets the pace for you, tired of waiting, and clearly ready to let loose weeks of sexual frustration. You try and match his pace, bobbing up and down on him, opting at one point to pull back and meet his thrusts halfway. Reth takes advantage of this new angle by grabbing a handful of boob, which only seems to stoke the fire in his loins further, because after some hearty groping, he flips the both of you over.
“Fuck you know how to milk me,” He mumbles hot and breathy, sliding a hand under your thigh, giving it a tight squeeze, and pushing it back so he can reach a new angle, where his voice dies in his throat.
You assist by hooking your ankle up over his shoulder, and the flexibility of the position has you both keening for more. That coil of pleasure is starting to tighten once more, and you dig your nails into his back, unconsciously scratching them down from the way he thrusts right into your core. It’s clearly getting to him as well, as he can’t help but reach down with his spare hand and rub between your legs, teeth working at your neck while his pace gets sloppy.
“I’m—” He pants, voice cracking as he veritably fucks you into the deepest cusp of pleasure. “I’m so close— I’m—”
“Inside,” You plead between mewls. “Fill me up, please,”
That tips him right over the edge with a guttural howl, which only sparks your own white hot pleasure, stars bursting behind your eyelids. You tighten around him as you peak, and you swear you squeeze another spurt out of him with a cry muffled into your neck.
Once it settles and you’re both sticky with sweat and other fluids, panting against one another Reth pulls out, flopping next to you with a heaving chest. His arm lazily is cast over his forehead, eyes cracking open just enough to catch a glimpse of him spilling out of you.
“Fuck me,” He breathlessly manages. “I thought I was insatiable before I knew how good you felt, now what am I gonna do?”
You find enough remaining energy to roll onto your side, throwing a leg and an arm around him, which he snuggles readily back into. “I don’t know, take longer backroom breaks?”
He laughs, and you think you fall in love with him again. The sweaty mussed up hair and bare chest, arm around you in your bedroom lighting makes you lean forward and kiss him, a long deep one that he can feel in every fiber of your bodies.
“You’re bad news for me,” He mumbles, stroking your hair. “So I think that makes us kind of perfect for each other,” And with that, seals that with yet another kiss.
Definitely perfect, you decide.