omg sorry for being afk so here's some spicy stuff 😍🤞 give me some ideas bc idk what to write about 😢🙏 also I had to get scientifical with some of the descriptions so idk if they're even accurate I'm no entomologist 😞 ALSO THIS ONE IS SUPERRR LONG IM SORRY 😭
Shifting in bed, you groggily glanced at the table side clock. 2:35 am. It was late. Terribly late. The dinky dorm mattress remained stiff no matter how many blankets and pillows nested you. You would be comfortable if someone else was your pillow. And although you should be sleeping, you just couldn't. Not without him. Not without the comforting aromas of sage and mahogany to envelop you in a safe paradise and permit you easy sleep; the faint scents wafting from the pillow could only go so far. You needed him. Needed to feel his warm body. Needed to hear the rise and fall of his chest while he breathed. And you especially needed to feel his heart lull you into peaceful slumber safe on the arms of your love.
But alas, Suchan was on a Nest appointed mission; it could be at least another day until he returned. So you'd have to face another cold night. Alone. You sighed and nudged into the pillow, pulling the comforter tighter.
You missed him. It seemed pathetic considering his missions didn't run longer than two or three days. Yet, it was unbearable. You were so used to always having him around, hearing his voice, seeing his smile, that it was impossible to be without.
You drifted off to sleep, hoping that you'd wake up tucked into his side with his heart slowly palpitating against your own. Conjuring dreams filled with him, you slowly fell asleep....
That was until, the door knob jiggled and creaked open. A rush of excitement sparked through your body, prompting your heart to quickly pound. Silently, a figure cast a shadow from the dim dorm hallway light before the door closed and the room was dark once more. You sat up.
"Suchan?" You quietly whispered. He flicked on one of the lamps, veiling the room in a warm glowy atmosphere. Seeing you calmed his nerves; the lamp illuminated your calming features and sleepy gaze. A loving sentiment prospered in his chest. Missions were stressful, raising his heart rate and causing his thoughts to run a mile a minute. But they were so full of adrenaline and excitement that everything finally caught up to him in a wave of exhaustion as soon as he returned. However, he would always be glad to come back to you. A weak smile found his face as he kneeled by your side and pulled you into a hug.
"Baby..." He murmured into your hair, squeezing you tight. You brushed through his hair, feeling him melt under your touch. He hummed gratifyingly.
"I missed you..." Your words wafted against his ear while you drew a hand down his spine. He leaned further into you, it seemed he liked your caress. He felt tense, his muscles taut— possibly because of the constant use of his wings during missions. You cradled him and he bestowed all of his weight on you. It was comforting, in a way. Feeling him really engrained that he was finally with you, in your arms safe and sound. But he was tired, so tired. You patted his back.
"You're heavy..." You nudged him slightly off. He hummed in protest, not wanting to let you go. You nudged him harder, a small laugh escaping at his needy behavior.
"Come on, let's get you a shower..," You finally pushed him off, but a hand remained against his cheek. His lips pulled into a pout, his vibrant eyes glowing in the faint light. You almost pulled him back into your arms to snuggle on the bed; the look of pure love he offered you too good to pass up. You kissed his cheek, thinking of a bright idea to persuade him.
"I'll give you a massage after...?" Your lips brushed his skin. He perked up. Your hands fell to his shoulders where you squeezed and rolled the muscles slowly. He sighed and simply gazed at you, his shoulders falling slack.
"Mmm, okay..." He nodded, seemingly in a trance. You couldn't help but smile and let your hands drop so he could stand up. Eager to fulfill your promise, he scurried to the shower until the calming whisper of the water pattered down.
You curled back up, tugging the blankets over you. Your heart slowed, comforted at the fact that he was back. Soon, you'd be safely tucked into his side, feeling his heart ring against your own.
It wouldn't be another lonely night after all.
.
.
.
You had almost drifted off to sleep when the bathroom door opened. You glanced at him. He stood in front of the mirror, which was visible from your place on the bed, and messed with his damp hair. Your eyes drew down his exposed body, dripping with water and illuminated by the soft light. For decency, he did have a towel draped low over his hips. His iridescent wings caught the faint light, glimmering and shining like sun through stained glass. He must be cold; evident from the goosebumps rising over his complexion. You wanted to hold him close to your chest, to relax and calm him until blissful sleep took hold. Hopefully that would happen, after his little massage. You would make him feel good, he was your precious love after all.
You slid out of bed and rummaged through the drawers, searching for an aromatic scented lotion— eucalyptus and lavender— while he stood wearily off to the side, in the frame of the door. You had to stop a blush from enveloping your cheeks at seeing him from a frontal plane. The faint lamp-light caught every crevice and dip of his toned abdomen and chest. He had some bruises and bandages settling on his hips and lower abdomen. But he was still so beautifully exquisite, especially when he gazed at you in a lazy manner that clouded his jade irises with something... more. You peculiarly observed as his eyes fell down to the lotion bottle before slowly coming back to yours. He inched closer until you slightly looked up at him. Your eyes flickered between his, attempting to read his thoughts. For a moment, you two simply stared before you gave up your fruitless gaze and looked away. You sat on the edge of the bed.
"Lay down for me." You coaxed, patting the comforter. You wished it was more comfortable, but it would have to do for now. Without another word, he obeyed. His wings drooped as he laid down but he settled on his stomach, folding his arms under the pillow, and resting his cheek facing away. His damp hair fluttered over his visage, inhibiting you from seeing his expressions. You shifted closer.
The faint pop of the lid opening sounded in the otherwise quiet room. You lathered your hands and hovered between his shoulder blades, just under his wings. However, their point of protrusion intimidated you so you moved down slightly below his rib cage. He breathed slowly. Gently, you firmly placed your hands on either side and began massaging.
A deep sigh left him. His whole body relaxed and he sank into the pillow. You carefully pressed your palms against his ribs and pushed up before circling down. Your hands cupped either side of him while your thumbs pushed in a soothing manner. You slowly repeated this pattern, deliberately moving in a gentle, relaxing way.
You kneaded out all of his worries and stress, reducing him to lazy waves lapping at a shore. Maneuvering up, you pushed at his spine with your thumbs before fanning out just under his shoulder blades.
"Oh just like that baby..."
His whispered plea came hoarse and airy. His wings fluttered before laying still, succumbing to your probing touches. You hummed.
"Like this...?"
You moved up to circle the bottom of his scapula, pressing with a bit more pressure. Goosebumps rose over his skin. He squirmed.
"Ahh, y-yes..."
A light blush dusted your cheeks. He was always so strong and lighthearted that having him be so fragile and delicate under you was beginning to fan a certain fire of desire in your heart. You continued to move up between his shoulders. With the motion, your hands lightly brushed his spine, right between his wings. You thought nothing of it until a tremor rippled underneath you.
"Y-Y/n...!" His voice rushed from his lungs in a hoarsely whispered hurry. He flinched against your hands, his iridescent wings trembling and careening from your touch. A senile sound escaped him and his whole body tensed. Such a reaction, you were obtusely surprised. Was he sensitive? Nevertheless, you continued, albeit a little gentler. Your palms flattened against his shoulders to slowly draw soothing semicircles under his wing's connection. But he only heavily sighed, the sheets crinkling under his taut grip.
"W-wait..." He breathed; although his demand came strongly serious, in contrast to his trembling voice. You instantly stopped and drew your hands away.
"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" Your panicked voice came quietly and worried, scared you caused him discomfort. You cautiously reached out to brush his dark strands from his face, allowing the knuckles of your hand to settle against his cheek. He gratefully nudged into the touch.
"No... it..." He whispered, relaxing under your warmth. "It felt good..."
You unfolded your hand so that your palm cupped his cheek. You soothingly drew your thumb over his cheekbone.
"So what's wrong...?" Your voice came equally as quiet as his. The syllables were tender and warm with a hint of worry. They were so sincere he felt his heart palpitate in his chest. Something about you and his predicament right now was sending his thoughts into a frenzy. Your skilled hands traveling so deliberately and gently firm over his body only made his mind imagine other... things you could do with them— do to him. Something about being deliriously tired from his mission and overflowing with love for you was messing with his cognitive abilities. Right now, gazing at him so lovingly kind, you enticed him. The glowing moonlight from the window illuminated your wonderfully concerned eyes— a concern you only had for him. Your features were beautifully glowing in a way that made his heart race. Your lips were parted ever so slightly, enough that he could simply close the gap if he so desired... and he did want to do that. You just looked so... lovely. He needed to feel more of your love.
With a renewed energy, Suchan cautiously maneuvered until he lay facing you, who sat on the edge of the bed. You blinked a couple times, distracted by the way his torso flexed and strained with his movements: taut muscles working just under his ivory complexion, bruises shifting with his body. His towel had thrown all decency out, sitting so low one movement and it was over. Although, you didn't mind the display of the crest of his hips and prominent v-line, which led further until you had to look away. A light blush surely dusted your cheeks. You dragged your eyes back up his body, stopping momentarily at the dip of his waist and the surge of his strong shoulders and arms, before finally meeting his gaze.
And god, the way he was looking at you right now? You could practically faint. His brilliantly verdant irises were half covered by lazy droopy eyelids, an almost... amused (?) notion swirling in the chartreuse and emeralds. You wanted to look away, before your face got any redder than it was. But you just couldn't. He was so intensely captivating you were simply under a spell. A certain enchantment that urged you to succumb to whatever he wanted— whatever he asked you'd do. No further questions. You were his. You'd do anything to aid his comfort and frankly, to solve this gaping hole in your heart from his absence.
And there it was: just how long had it been since you last saw that gaze of his grace your eyes? Too long. Well, maybe not that long but it felt like centuries to you... and him by the literal looks of it. You couldn't help but tilt your chin bashfully down, all while maintaining eye-contact. He took in a breath, not a sigh or a huff, more of a... purposeful preparation for his next words, something that would get your attention.
"I missed you."
A weak smile found your lips. Although you calmly took his hand and brought it to your lips to softly kiss his knuckles; internally, you were freaking out. Just those three spoken words and you crumbled. You hoped your gaze, peckish in filtering through your lashes while you looked up at him, told him all he needed to know: that you wanted him. Right now.
Likewise, Suchan was feeling indifferent. God, did you know just how much you affected him. How your soft lips fluttering against his hands sent his mind wandering to other matters— situations that involved replacing his hand with something else? He had long discerned the neediness in your gaze, now only loopily waiting for your action. He was tired, yet he would make energy for you. If it meant quenching the fire of desire swirling in your eyes, he would do anything for you.
He drew his hand away and moved to cup your cheek. You leaned into his touch and sighed, allowing him to bring you closer until you were mere inches away. The certain look that swirled in his verdant eyes showed you just what he was thinking: how he wanted to take you. He wanted to feel your body on his: heart to heart, skin to skin, so that he could feel each breath you took-- he could feel how alive you were. Alive with him; in this lifetime. Because he loved you.
And he would show you exactly how much he missed you.
With those overflowing feelings, Suchan slowly closed the gap and pressed his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. His touch was featherlight as he drew under the hem of your shirt, like the patter of soft rain. You mindlessly followed, permitting him to tug off your top to be cast aside. Although, you took the initiative to toss your bottoms away once you had pulled them off. Now able to feel you better, he ran his hands up your spine to resume the tender kiss. Only this time, there was a certain flourish of heat that enveloped you two. You hadn't realized just how much you missed him, up until now at least. Sure, you longed for him like any other significant other would when their partner was away for an extended period of time, yearning for a touch's return.
But this time felt different; it felt like your heart's constant pull had been disregarded, only to suddenly reconnect in a fuzzy flash that raptured you two together. It was unusual and made your thoughts all hazy. The only thing you could comprehend was his hold pulling you close until your breathing resonated as one with his. His hands briefly left your back to drag down your waist and pull you on top of him. He sat up, plush towel brushing against your thighs when he did so. Never breaking the kiss, you simply accommodated the position: tilting your neck to keep your lips locked with his and even trailing your hands to cup his jaw to feel him better. He hummed gratifyingly, his voice thrumming through your body from your flush chests. It was a vibration that had something warm bubble in your core. Goosebumps rose over your skin.
"I missed you..." You briefly pulled away to mumble those yearning words against his lips. Your hand fell down to his chest, right above his heart. "So much..."
The edge and strain of your voice— how sincere it was— made his heart constrict. He only grasped for you back, as if letting go would separate you two forever. His brows furrowed in an internal torment of restraint against his boiling notions; even his hands pressed into your skin with minimal control. He held you like he never had before, only succumbing to his heart's desires to have you— to keep you close and never let go. Your reflected feelings only motivated him more: the way you hummed and offered yourself to his touches, dainty hands ghosting over his body to leave goosebumps in their wake. You completely melted into him, relaxed knowing you were safe.
Because he was finally here with you; you were in his arms at last.
"Suchan..." You breathed, pulling away. Your chest fell faintly up and down, catching the breath he so desperately stole. He blinked at you slowly, brushing a strand of tousled hair from your face. You couldn't discern the feelings swirling in his eyes. They were dark and cloudy but so clear like the night sky outside; they exhibited the starry constellations of love and content, but with a full moon of pearly want. The dim lamplight illuminated the whirling colors of chartreuse and jade glowing in his irises. Ultimately though, the room brimmed with darkness from the night, as if concealing the passion that resided— keeping you two hidden for only the other to see. A type of domestic love flourished, witnessed by solely the moon and stars' watchful eyes.
Of which glimmered in his features: shadows pooling in the dip of his cupids bow or the still damp strands of his already dark hair fluttering into his face. But stars so beautifully sparkled from the bridge of his nose and on his cheeks, to brighten up the night of his pupils until pure adoration glowed. His hands traveled achingly slow down your waist to rest heavily on your hips— no urgency with his touch like he wanted to truly cherish this moment with you, this moment together.
His hands traveled up to your waist where he squeezed ever so slightly. Gently— never breaking eye contact— he sat up before lowering you down to the bed until the pillows whooshed under your weight. The comforter caved in by your face where his hand supported himself from the change. His dark hair fluttered around his visage while he looked down at you. There was only a brief shadow of decision before he lowered down to give you a kiss: slow and gentle to really feel all of you before descending lower, leaving pecks across the corners of your lips and down your jaw. The touches remained, engraved into your skin, even while he traveled down your neck. You only sighed and pulled your chin back, offering more to him. Your eyes even fluttered closed just to feel him better.
Soft and deliberate kisses speckled your neck: from just under your jaw, down over your thyroid, and all the way to your collarbones. Although he wasn't doing much— he wasn't biting or anything— you still couldn't help small sighs from turning into quiet moans at the sensation. Something about him taking his time with you, especially after his time away, had your heart practically beating out of your chest. He was so purposeful, knowing exactly how long to brush his lips over your delicate skin or what pressure to apply to make your breathing hitch. Most of all, he chose to linger to the side of your larynx's cartilage, where he could feel every audible noise you made thrum through his body. Your sounds reverberated past his lips until they buzzed with numbness that traveled to the very tips of his fingers, which jittered near the top of your rib cage just under the curve of your breast.
Subconsciously, you careened your spine into his touch, prompting him to further your touches. Your once still hand drew lazily over his back and shoulders, running up beside the protrusion of his wings to finally thread through his hair. Your nails lightly ghosted over his skin to scrape his scalp, a touch that made his shoulder blades slightly tense and his wings tremble. Your head was foggy, but you still inquired:
"Are your... are these...?" Your other hand— still near the small of his back— rose up to lightly touch his wings. Although, you barely touched them before they flitted away the moment you came into proximity. The only thing you felt was the curved edge of the unbelievably thin and lightly corrugated surface before nothing as you grasped at air, not that there was much difference. It was hard to fathom how he carried himself with such sheets of seemingly svelte crystal glass— or more like the layers that made glass. Your hand instead fell to just below the delicate flutters' point of prominence.
He looked at you with a lidded expression, albeit lower down your body between the curves of your chest. A flush enveloped your cheeks, partly flustered from the cloudiness of his verdant optics and the way he seemed to rest his cheek against your plush mounds— but mostly attributed to embarrassment by your actions. But he didn't mind.
"They are," He murmured, seeming to know what your jumbled words warranted . "But you can touch them..."
His lips fluttered against your skin while he talked, the warm breath heating you up. He let you mull his allowance as he pressed slow kisses to your chest. This time, his tongue lapped briefly at your skin, the flat licking your body with each kiss. He really savored you: moving deliberately to the curves of your chest in equal fashion but never paying more attention to one side. With what his mouth occupied, his hand followed close by.
You were currently too distracted by his touches to even ponder his permission— his hand and mouth were dangerously close to the apex of your breasts; flitting touches danced under the curves while soft lips ghosted over the mounds. As if to aid you, Suchan stopped his invasion momentarily, allowing you to finally think clearly. He instead disregarded your chest to continue down the valley of your stomach: down your sternum and past the hills of your ribs. But he stayed close from your edging touch nearer to his wings. He sensed your hesitancy, so he halted and sat up. Calm, kelly eyes found yours to sort of anchor your focus to him. He then gently took one of your hands in his much larger one to slowly guide you to the edge of his wings.
The pads of your fingers barely brushed over the surface of the closest fore-wing, lightly tracing the interlacing hexagonal patterns. At first, he couldn't help but twitch against your touch. Waves of shivers ran down his spine, the hairs on the back of his neck even stood on end. His whole body was on edge, a confusing mix of instincts telling him to brush your hand away from such delicate attributes— guarded you'd hurt them. But, a gradual crescendo of blissful feelings overwhelmed his pragmatic thinking until those urges were just a droning unimportant dull. A soft sigh escaped his lips.
You came back to your senses while your hand traced over his wings. Fascination was just one of the many emotions waking up your cognitive functioning until you clearly engrained this feeling to memory. You memorized the distance of his basal and distal sectors, trailing down across the dip of his nodus to outline the many membranes speckling the space. They almost had a life of their own: fluttering against your hand or hovering away inadvertently. So much energy seemed to buzz and dissipate from the costa to the tip, flitting the fluted surface against your outreached hand with each breath. You thought he might have been discomforted by your touch— were you being unkind?
But you were assured by the deep breath he exhaled, like the quiet hush over a forest breeze or morning dew during spring. He completely relaxed into your touches knowing he could trust you. Right, that was it... there was nothing for him to be weary of when he was with you— he placed his entire life in your hands. His eyes drooped slightly, blinking slow before briefly closing altogether. Currently, there was no better feeling than your delicately soft hands.
"I love you."
His abrupt confession, whispered so tenderly into your skin, made a deep flush envelop your visage. He was so... calm. Tranquilly peaceful, openly vulnerable with you. Because the way your hands brushed over his wings— so tenderly gentle— told him he was safe. Your hands grazed over him like drops of spring rain on tulip petals, like a summer's breeze across a meadow at the peak of dawn. You cared for him... he only wanted to make sure to cradle your heart as much as you did his. Because what is love if not caring forever? And he loved you. So much.
That was exactly why he resumed his kisses down your body. Sadly, he moved just out of reach that your hand fell from his wings; distant jitters now only a ghosted touch engrained to memory. But you were brought back when plush lips neared the hem of your panties. A soft hand brushed over the inside of your thigh, dancing to the fabric's edge.
"May I...?" He murmured, a soft kiss to your skin following. You nodded. He hooked them off until you were exposed to the cool night air. But not before plush lips pressed the path of travel, traversing over your thighs where his hand just occupied.
Unlike the kisses earlier, these ones were more... purposeful— more heated. You couldn't help but squirm and careen from him. But an electric shock went through you when he simply held you still with his strong arms. The rigidness of his movement, and the fact he kept you perfectly open for him, left a small moan ringing into the room. But he didn't act yet, choosing to take his time with his kisses, discerning exactly where made your breathing hitch and your legs falter.
Was it on the plush flesh of your inner thigh? Or closer to the crevice just barely brushing where you needed him most? Maybe it was at the top, slightly above your most sensitive spot? Nonetheless, his lips explored you in eager wander. You squirmed, fruitlessly straining from his hold but to no avail.
"S-Suchan..." You whispered. Your hand found his pressed to your hip, squeezing the strong hold to loosen it if just a little. He complied, still keeping firm but releasing you enough to squirm freely. Verdant irises met yours, a cloudy notion of lust lidding his eyes until he gazed at you darkly. A deep flush enveloped your complexion; having him here, in between your legs, and witnessing the pure desire had you subconsciously leaning into the touch you tried to free from earlier. You couldn't return such a gaze. But a warm hand rested on your lower stomach, his other squeezing your thigh. The faint movement made you shiver, yet you didn't dare look at him— instead, you bit your lip and glanced away. He slowly moved his hand from your stomach down, choosing to rest over the gentle protrusion of your hip bone.
"Look at me."
Such mellow words you couldn't help an automatic reaction to commence; you squeezed your legs together even while knowing it was a useless effort. His words fanned your core, which was surely aroused to an embarrassingly intense amount— you could practically feel puddles of slick cool from the air of his voice. Yet, somehow, an internal warmth flourished from the benignity of that kindly tone; a certain melody chimed just for you— for your ears. You had no choice but to meet his eyes.
He simply gazed, now having focused your attention on him. Then, he moved down, pressing a slow kiss to your skin but never wavering his gaze. You watched with baited breath as he descended lower until his lips brushed your labia near your dripping entrance. Your breathing hitched, brows furrowing. He paused, slowly glancing down before looking back up at you, really taking you in. You could almost be scared by the desire in his eyes yet goosebumps rose over your skin in excited anticipation. You didn't strain against him anymore even though his hands flinched against your body in tune with each of your peckish reactions. God, you were perfect; it was getting hard for him to control himself. But he continued gently for your well-being.
"Relax, I'll take care of you..." Warmly whispered words, husky and audible only for you, caressed even closer when he lowered his mouth.
"I'm here."
A wordless gasp escaped your lips when his warm, wet tongue pressed against the entirety of your entrance, licking up to rest heavily on your clit. Your whole body trembled with throngs of concentrated pleasure tingling your body. Instantly, your hands reached out for him, grasping for anything in reach. He hummed gratifyingly when your nails brushed against his scalp, scratching him to attest to just how good he was making you feel— that the pleasure was igniting you from the inside out. The slight vibration had you squirming in his hold, faltering and flinching with every touch.
He started at the source of your concentrated pleasure: swishing slow circles around your clit in a deliberate rhythm before moving in the cardinal directions. His saliva and your sheer arousal dripped and pooled at your entrance before getting lapped up. The elimination of any friction permitted his tongue to slide smooth and slow over you. He paid special attention to your reactions: the trembling of your legs against his hands, the flutter of your entrance with each lick, and the echo of your whimpers and whines. He was so... sensual— really taking his time like he loved this, like there was no better feeling than being the sole cause of your growing pleasure. He worked endlessly— passionately— to keep you squirming and melting into his touch.
Because like your emotional turmoils in his absence: he missed you too.
There wasn't a single few days when he was gone that he didn't think of you. Your voice, laugh, and smile recalled as distant memories.
With every mission, he was afraid he'd never get to see you again. The dangers really put into perspective the mortality of his life and his life with you. They were the cause of his overflowing passion, spilling over to flood you with all his infinite love. Though, he would never worry you. Instead, it was his motivation to come back, to return to you. You guided the light of his heart, forever until always. Because he loved you.
And that was why he ravaged you with an all consuming desire— why he inhaled your signature scent, felt the heat of your body, and kissed you like it was the last time he could. He licked and sucked on your clit before lowering to reach into your depths. His tongue slipped between your folds to move along the curve from the top to the bottom, encompassing you entirely and fitting you to his mouth. He squeezed your thighs and gazed up at you, marveling at how your stomach faltered with each ragged breath but decompressed at the sound of your strained moans. Past the curves of your chest painted an expression of otherworldly bliss. You had long squeezed your eyes shut and allowed your rosy lips to part for each lascivious moan. Your head never stayed still: rolling to the side or simply straining back to expose your soft neck, which was flourishing with faded pinks from his kisses. He watched how your thyroid tensed with the vibration from your vocal box ringing a broken moan, feeling the sound thrum through your body and against his lips.
"Beautiful..." Was all he breathed at a moment's pause before continuing with a seemingly newfound passion.
It was simply too much. His endless love rendered your heart weak, forever succumbing to the overwhelming notions until you couldn't think of anything else. To ground yourself, you focused on tangible things— anything other than the quickly tightening knot inside. His hair was soft threaded between your fingers, which was now dry from all the tousling but still comfortingly heavy due to the conditioner. The ridges of his knuckles pressed against your palm from your other free hand tugging at his hold, the apexes poking with each twitch from your hand at every wave of pleasure. Eventually, you gave up your relentless effort and moved to grasp at the sheets instead.
Your sounds had intensified into broken whimpers and whines that strung from your throat as borderline cries. You now frantically careened from his hold, spine lifting to turn into the comforters and bury your face in his pillow. The aromatic scents of sandalwood and myrrh would have usually calmed you down. But this time, your mind only selfishly wandered to anticipated desires: how his aroma filled your senses when he held you close while he fucked you. Another tremor wracked your body from the thought, a helpless squeak escaping. You buckled your hips away but he kept you still, humming in satisfaction at your reactions. He now worked at a quicker pace, just enough to have you absolutely crumbling into his hold. All the while his hands moved from your thighs to release you momentarily as he reached for your breasts. Nimble fingers took a nipple between, rolling and pinching the sensitive bud. Your hands flew to his from the sudden stimulation, unable to handle anymore. Nails drew across his forearms before ultimately giving up and resting over his. Something within you was close to snapping.
And he felt it: how you tensed and never relaxed, muscles trembling with the effort of containing the pure pleasure until it rendered you immobile. Your sounds had ceased, caught in your lungs at the hold of ecstasy. But he only gently worked, slowly loosening the knot that kept you binded. Gradually, you unraveled in his arms.
A heavy sigh left your lips when your whole body relaxed. Waves of trembles still washed over your body from the remaining pleasure... especially the stimulation of his tongue licking up your orgasm, not leaving a single drop behind. His hands slid down your stomach and over your hips, caressing you gently. He comforted you while you came back to your senses, finally leaving your fluttering sensitivities to press kisses to your thighs. He let you rest them on his shoulders, rubbing the sides soothingly. Your grip on his hair loosened, but still flitted from faint movements. You watched as he leaned away, warm breath fading, and met his gaze.
His adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed, causing a flush to flourish your face. He looked at you so... longingly— the love was almost suffocating. But it was so desirous, that even if you just had your release, you were yearning for more. You came back to reality when soft kisses drew up your body to finally meet your lips. Your hands snaked around his shoulders to deepen the kiss, the taste of yourself on his tongue enough to have you moan into his mouth. You rested your legs around his hips, letting the plush towel still draped around him brush against your sensitive sex. He was completely hard, raptured by your sinful display— that he caused— it fueled his own desires and ruled his bodily reactions. You were so warm and soft and wet that he could only imagine the way you'd feel wrapped around his cock. It wouldn't be long before he'd have an answer.
"S-Suchan..." You breathed during the break to breathe, chest heaving with your words. He brushed strands of hair from your temples before cupping your cheek.
"Yes darling? Are you okay?" Slow, hushed tones comforted your senses, so gentle and soothing like a bed of clouds. You viscerally relaxed in his arms, nudging into his hand to kiss the palm while nodding in reassurance. He ran his thumb along your cheekbone before traveling down to brush your bottom lip apart, prompting you to finish your thought.
"I-I want you t-to..." Your hazy eyes found his in lustful light, seeming to turn darker at the sight of him. He tucked his chin in a demure manner; although, all shyness wasn't evident. Instead, he reflected your gaze with a lust of his own. Fatigue and want blended into one until you both were hearts brimming with sin. So much so, you dropped your hand to the hem of the towel and tugged it off. He sighed, his shoulders relaxing as a deeper pink flushed his cheeks.
You wanted to make him feel good, as a little appreciation for how he melted your brain earlier. So, you created space to bring your arm down to wrap your hand around his cock. He watched as you did so, wincing when your cold hands contacted the sensitive flesh. You slowly moved up, running a thumb over the leaking tip, before coming back down. His brows furrowed and his lips parted from the stimulation. There was slight friction present but it was just enough to cause some drag to your movements, adding to the longevity of the pleasure. Soft groans and heavy exhales tickled your senses, the sounds refreshing from their disappearance in the past days. He was more aroused than ever, his cock throbbing against your hand. But he brought his own hand to yours, taking it away. You gazed up at him bashfully, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Oh, how he missed that smile. He leaned in until his forehead rested on yours.
"I love you." The head of his cock pressed against your entrance.
"I'm going to make you feel good..."
With that gentle declaration, he pushed deep within.
You thought you had recovered from your previous orgasm. But your vision almost blurred and a drawled moan strung when he entered. You instantly clung to him, nails dragging down his sides when he drew out and thrusted back in. He was moving too achingly slow; you could feel every ridge, vein, and curve press all of you. Your walls just kept squeeeezing him, contracting and tightening that he almost couldn't take it anymore. You sucked him in, his cock filling you entirely. He bit his lip, brows furrowing.
"Fuckkk baby, you feel so good..."
His voice drawled out on his words, caught by the feeling of pleasure. He swallowed thickly before sighing a huffed moan. Everything was just too much. The way you melted around him, your arousal and his surely spilling out before getting fucked back in— the sounds raunchily wet in a way that fueled them more. You were so warm and mailable, trembling into succumbing to his every touch. And your voice... he had never heard such erotically sweet sounds before. You whimpered and cried, already so sensitive from before that this whole ordeal overwhelmed your senses into seeing stars— reality meshing with pure elation. Tears welled in the corners of your eyes, causing you to only gaze at him all watery if you didn't squeeze them shut and let them fall.
It was truly a sight to behold; only motivating him to work harder, picking up the pace. He wanted to cause more whines and moans to string from your lips, cute stutters of his name and small "w-wait...!" were music to his ears. The way your hands clung to him, tucking yourself into the crook of his neck, made shivers wave down his spine. Your nails drew a little too close to his wings, causing goosebumps to rise over his body. He shivered, a ragged sigh leaving his lips. His hand left the comforter, moving down to push one of your legs up to deepen his love. At the movement, he pulled almost all the way out before plunging back in. Your eyes flew wide, electric seeming to shoot through your veins, before the lids lowered. The gasp that got caught in your throat drawled into a shaky cry— just a little too loud. Your trembling hands moved up to tangle in his hair, keeping him close until all space was diminished— until the only thing you both could hear was the struggling pitch and range of the other's voice. Well, he was fairing fine... you, not so much. Another broken moan left your lips, right against his ear.
He swore he flinched at the sound— how sweet it was— he could almost degust the note. Something had clicked between you two in the dark starry night; as if it were simply him and you forgotten from the outside world. And for moments, it was. But the faint noises from the other dorms, heard through the incredibly thin walls even at such a late hour, made him realize the extent of your love. His other hand that had been supporting him moved to cradle the back of your head.
"Shhh... y-you have to be... quiet..." He dragged in imperative breaths between words, the strained effort evident from the pauses. Your only response was a tiny whine, albeit a little quieter. You nudged closer into his body as an attempt to muffle your sounds. But instead they rung against his ear, sending him into a frenzy. Your voice raced his heart, short-circuiting his mind to only think about giving you more. So much more. Because you deserved it.
A soft groan left his lips before he started to kiss your ear, teeth brushing your helix and rolling your lobe. The sensation was too much for you, yet he continued. He pulled slightly away, causing your arms to loosen around his shoulders, in order to have access to your neck. You whimpered in protest but was quickly silenced from gentle biting. He sucked and nibbled on that one special spot just near the base of your neck. You cried and grasped for him closer again. He smiled from your reactions, an airy laugh wafting your neck. Yet he complied, feeling you constrict around him.
He dropped his hand from your thigh and opted to press harder into you. The tip of his cock pushed so roughly into that one special spot, causing bursts of stars to flourish your vision. You couldn't keep back the loud squeak, silencing yourself by sinking your teeth into his shoulder. He drew a sharp breath between his teeth. But the pain hurt... in such a good way. He couldn't help but smile.
"Haaa... you're going to m-make me cum..."
His hair brushed your cheek as he leaned in. The sheets crinkled under his grip, something restraining him from hurting you based on the otherworldly pleasure. You were just too beautiful he couldn't contain himself— you made him feel this way. His lips found your cheek to smother you in haphazard kisses.
"Mmm, you're perfect... so..." He drew in a shaky breath. "So beautiful..."
You couldn't even form a coherent response; simply muffled cries. You clung to him desperately. So much love strung through your body you could hardly take it. Other notions boiled within, close to spilling over and making your thoughts foggy. Foggy enough to cloud your mind with haze until you couldn't think straight... especially with his next whispered words.
"I-I love you Y/n... I love you so much..."
His whole body tensed and trembled with the effort, wings straining to a light buzz ever so slightly. Something within you snapped.
Abruptly, a renewed strength surged through you. Your hands fell down to his chest, palms flattening to push him off and to the side. A small gasp left his lips before struggling into a ragged sigh. Instantly, his eyes rolled closed and a hand fell over his face. You completely sunk all the way onto his cock, pushing against a spot deep inside. You squeezed your eyes shut as a broken cry left your lips. Your whole body trembled yet you gathered all your strength to bring yourself up and down, sliding his cock to stretch every inch of you. His abdomen tensed with the sudden movement, accommodating to your touch as a support for your hands. But they drew up to tug his arm away from his face and pin it to the sheets. His eyes flew wide.
"A-ah baby, t-that's too...!" His voice only came as hurried hushed syllables. He fruitlessly strained against your hold, pupils quickly glancing at the force before turning to you. Now, only you occupied his plane of vision: your desires, lust, and love reflected by his brilliant hues. They almost seemed to glow in the night dark room, focusing on you and how you used him to reach your own limit— which was quickly approaching.
"S-Suchan I...I..." In between whines and whimpers, came your strangled voice stuttering over his name and your overwhelming notions. He only looked between your eyes, prompting you to finish your sentence. You drew in a sharp breath as your hips finally faltered.
"I-I missed you... I missed you so much..."
Your heartfelt words rang broken and teary... but so sincere he simply couldn't anymore. As your orgasm washed over, so did his in an entangled moment of pure deep love. You completely crumbled onto his body, curling into his chest with the aftermath of your trembles. He only twitched and flinched against your hold, other hand squeezing your hip as he came deep inside you before eventually lifting you off. Heavy sighs left both your lips when his cum and yours seeped out, pooling around his cock when he finally pulled out. You weakly flopped beside him and he immediately wrapped you in his embrace, kissing your hair.
"I missed you too Y/n... let me clean up..."
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Now refreshed, you two finally settled down within the other's arms. Your head rested against his heart, feeling the soothing rhythm until you almost fell asleep. He gently drew his hand up and down your back. For moments, you two simply lay. That was until you moved to glance up at him only to see he was fast asleep. A smile graced your visage. That whole ordeal must have taken the rest of his energy. Or he was so tranquilly soothed by your presence that you put him to ease. You were finally together.
You leaned up to kiss his cheek before snuggling back into his side. He sighed and unconsciously pulled you closer, shifting himself to curl you into his side. Tonight you were at ease. Because there was no more soothing care than that of Suchan's love.
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