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A/N: This takes place in the A Thing or Two-verse.
They’re lazy this morning.
As they should be, when they’ve woken up to an empty loft on a Sunday morning. Kathleen’s scored tickets to today’s matinee of The Lion King through her job, and had immediately offered one to Noah. Olivia’s taken him a handful of times, but he’s just as mesmerized by the dancing with each new performance. With two tickets left for grabs, Elliot and Olivia had insisted Bernie go, and that they drag Eli along, too. The matinee plans had turned into brunch plans, and then spending-the-morning-in-Manhattan plans, and thus, they get to sleep in.
And sleep in they do.
Deeply, satisfyingly so.
They both have incredibly stressful jobs, and lots of people they’re responsible for. Subconsciously knowing they have nowhere to go, that everyone’s taken care of for most of the day…they rest.
Now that they’re awake, they still haven’t left the bed, and he’s been lazily winding her up for nearly forty-five minutes. She sighs as he rolls on top of her again, rubbing his lips across hers before he slowly sinks his tongue into her mouth, swirling and sucking. They’re taking their time, but she’s wet and flushed, ready for more as soon as he decides he’s ready too.
Olivia draws patterns over his back, giving his hips a gentle squeeze with her thighs. “You’re not naked yet.”
She is naked, because that’s what she likes when they get time like this; all of his skin against all of her skin, as much as possible. He still has his underwear on.
“Because I don’t wanna fuck yet,” he murmurs, stroking his palm up and down her bare thigh, giving her a little squeeze, “You’re wet…if I feel you there…game over.”
She grins, playfully nudging his lips apart, drawing on the bottom one for a second. His willingness to curse in bed, to just talk to her uninhibited, has really blossomed over the past few months.
He drags his mouth over her jaw, sucks a few kisses down her neck, until he’s level with her breasts, sighing happily. “Wanna spend some more time with these.”
“Gotta say,” she breathes, closing her eyes when he drags his tongue along the bottom curve, “You never let on that you’re such a tit guy.”
“Hid it well,” he rasps, weighing one in his palm, nuzzling its sensitive underside, “Spent many a year not looking.”
He’s been here already this morning, but he’s been teasing, avoiding her nipples, and she feels heavy and full. His gentle touches have made her so sensitive everywhere.
“Many a year, huh? Oh—“
Her breath catches when he nips at her skin, sucks a line of kisses.
“Sensitive?” he murmurs, palming her breast, squeezing gently.
“Mmm,” she nods, chewing on her lip, hands drifting to the back of his head, softly stroking his neck, “S’good.”
He rolls his palm lightly over her nipple and she feels it pull in tighter, pebbling under his touch. She sighs while he keeps up those light circles, pressing warm kisses over the other side, light, and then harder, nuzzling and rubbing with his lips. Her hips shift, trying to make contact with him, but he’s propped on one knee and he stays that way.
“Tease,” she sighs, squeezing his shoulder muscles.
He shakes his head against her breast. “Mmm-hmm. Just want you to feel it here.”
Her eyes are closed, so she doesn’t see him seal his mouth over her nipple and exhale. She gasps and presses him closer with her palm, feeling the warmth spread all the way through her breast.
He switches to the other side, repeats, and her core muscles clench.
“Jesus.”
“Think you can come like this?” he wonders, tracing her areola with the tip of his tongue.
“Mmm,” she sighs, quizzical, “Maybe. I think I might have, one time.”
“You might have?”
“You should probably stop asking me questions, if you want me to come.”
He glances up and finds her grinning, eyes still closed. “Oh, we’re a ways off from that.”
“How d’you know?”
She exhales on a soft ‘hah’ when he licks her nipple with the flat of his tongue, up, and then down, back and forth with a slow shake of his head.
“Because I know exactly what you sound like when you’re close,” he murmurs, switching sides again.
Moaning softly, she slides her palms over his neck, across his shoulders and back again, enjoying the warmth of his skin. He keeps pressure on both sides, with his hand and his mouth, squeezing and circling with his palm, rubbing with his tongue, exhaling with that heat—
She whimpers, rocking her hips against nothing. “Ohh…that’s so nice.”
“Feel it here?” he asks softly, cupping her sex and pushing with the heel of his hand for just a second.
Before she can rock her hips into the pressure his hand is gone, and she groans. “Yeah. Keep going.”
She’s starting to lose her breath, now, especially when he switches from his palm to his fingers, flicking with his thumb, pinching with his thumb and forefinger. He draws her other nipple into his mouth and starts to suck gently, then harder, and she feels herself getting wetter, heat flushing down through her belly.
He pauses to switch sides, pressing a few kisses up the center of her chest. “Good?”
She draws him back to her, scooting up a little to curve her body around him more. “Yeah. I might…just don’t stop.”
He groans softly around her nipple, picking up his rhythm again, and she feels every pulse. She closes her eyes and consciously relaxes, focusing on the warmth of his skin under her hands, and the sensations that are shooting through her torso. Something’s gathering in her belly, though she’s not completely sure where it’s going; it’s warm and tight, and she feels more slip between her lower lips, pulls her muscles in, lets them relax.
The pleasure sharpens when he drags his teeth over her, and she gasps, body tightening around him.
Oh, yeah, she’s going to come like this. Fuck.
“No?” he breathes, still tugging gently with his fingers.
She shakes her head vehemently, using her palm to pull him back in. “Keep doing that. Harder.”
He brings his other hand up to cup her breast, holding it steady while he drags his teeth over her nipple over, and over, and over, keeping the same rhythm with his fingers, pulling, tugging, squeezing—
Her lips part on a moan, and she freezes; it’s like having a water balloon break inside her chest…a slow slide of tingly warmth that floods down into her belly. She gasps, pants a little, feels her clit throb and her muscles flutter gently.
And then her nipples feel unbearably sensitive and she pushes him away, flopping back onto the pillows and dragging his body over her. Their mouths and their hips connect at the same time, and she moans deeply into his kiss. Now, with the pressure of his erection against her clit—
“I think—god, I need—“ She pushes at his boxer briefs, and it’s the fastest they’ve moved all morning but she needs him inside of her immediately.
She can feel how slippery she is when he swipes the head of his cock through, and they both groan with it. Spreading her thighs open she angles herself for him and they come together easily, breathing hard. She reaches up and pulls him close, gasping at the fullness of him.
“I’m gonna come again I think,” she whimpers, bumping her forehead against his.
He grins in surprise, looking down at her through hooded eyes. “Right now?”
She laughs a little, brows furrowed. “Yeah. Just—“
He rocks a little, grinds down against her—
The orgasm is right there waiting for her. She pushes up for a little more pressure and it blooms through her pelvis, down the tops of her thighs. She sighs and moans against his neck, pushing into his lower back to drag him over her clit the way she needs, gasping when he thrusts slowly. He lets her push him out an inch or two, and then rocks his way back in, until her muscles stop squeezing around him and her body relaxes.
He brushes kisses across her hairline, over her cheeks and down the bridge of her nose, until her eyes blink open lazily. The way the light is coming in right now, it highlights the angle of his jaw, reflects in the blue of his eyes, glints on the silvery stubble across his cheeks.
She swallows…jesus, he’s handsome.
He’s still hard and full inside of her, and she gradually tightens her muscles around him, watching the way his eyes close and his lips part. Growling softly, he leans down and kisses her, all tongue and breath, burying himself in her.
“Fuck me,” she sighs, rubbing circles over his back, “Wanna feel you.”
He starts to move with a groan, nuzzling into her shoulder, digging his fist into the mattress. She leans her mouth into his ear and lets him hear every hitched breath, every moan and whimper, knowing how much hearing her turns him on. She’s sensitive from her orgasms, he feels so good, and she tells him so, tells him how much she wants him to come for her, that she wants to hear him when he does.
And he gives her everything she wants, always, so when he starts to come he grunts, and growls, and bites her shoulder, thrusting and grinding through his climax until he’s spent. They’re sweaty, chests heaving softly, and after she’s held him for a minute he rolls off of her onto his back. He reaches for her hand and brings it to his mouth, resting his lips against it while he catches his breath.
“Fuck,” she sighs, after a minute, enjoying the way her body is still limp and tingly.
He’s quiet, but she can feel him looking at her so she turns her head.
He’s grinning like an idiot.
“Tit-gasm, huh?” he teases, waggling his eyebrows.
She rolls her eyes and laughs, stretching, arching her back. Already, she can feel herself starting to drip so she rolls over and straddles him, making a mess on his belly instead of the sheets.
“Men can have them too, y’know,” she teases, rubbing soft circles around his nipples with her thumbs.
The way his face goes blank makes her laugh, and she leans down to kiss him, sighing as he runs his fingertips over her ass.
A/N: Thank you for reading!