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When Ren wakes up, he slowly becomes aware of a few things. First: it’s raining outside, the gentle pitter patter lulling him into wakefulness. The long curtains of the doors that lead to the deck flutter slowly. Second: it’s just as humid in the Maldives as it is in Tokyo at the peak of summer. He wakes up feeling sticky, and it’s not the fun kind of sticky.
Slowly, he peels himself away from Ann, who continues to sleep blissfully unaware of the stuffiness inside their temporary residence. He finds it a little hard to continue spooning her when his hair is splattered to his forehead and his hands are clammy, with their legs tangled into delightfully silky sheets, which are not as cool as they had been when they fell into bed hours ago.
Maybe it was all the cocktails they’d had throughout the day while they lounged at the beach, and the bottle of white wine they had shared while enjoying their dinner. Ren has seen that mixing different kinds of alcoholic beverages never bodes well, though, truthfully, sweating profusely is better than whatever the hell happens with Ryuji when he decides to go a little crazy.
He slides off the bed and heads into the bathroom, turning the faucet on to splash his face with water. It brings him instant relief, so he does it again and runs his wet fingers through his hair. Next, Ren brushes his teeth, ridding himself of the weird fuzzy feeling in his mouth.
Ann is still sleeping when he returns to the bedroom. Ren gets a bottle of water from the mini fridge, smartly concealed within a wood casing so it blends in with their surroundings. He then presses it to his cheek as he pads over to the deck doors. They’d left them open the night before to enjoy the late night breeze blowing in from the sea, but it seems it wasn’t quite enough to keep the stifling air out of the room. Briefly, he entertains the idea of walking out under the rain and jumping into the pool to cool down completely.
Ren pulls the curtains aside and steps outside, stopping at the edge of the extended roof to appreciate his surroundings. He didn’t check the time, but despite the rain clouds up above, there’s enough light that he assumes it’s some time early in the morning. Or just morning, in general; God knows their sleep schedule is absolutely fucked since they arrived in the Maldives some days ago. He wouldn’t be surprised if it was now three in the afternoon.
Getting back to their old routine will be tough. Getting back to real life will be tougher. As much as he misses their friends, Ren doesn’t want to leave this slice of paradise that he’s sharing with Ann.
He uncaps the bottle with a flick of his wrist and drinks the water as he watches the sea just beyond the deck. The rain isn’t strong enough that the waves are dangerous and roiling, but it is less peaceful than it has been these past few days, when the waters were so still and clear he could see the shells down on the seabed if he focused hard enough; which didn’t happen often, because he was always too busy admiring his gorgeous wife parading about the residence in her wide array of swimsuits.
In his defense, Ann’s swimsuits vary from classy one-pieces to tiny little things she reserves for his eyes alone. It’s impossible not to get distracted, especially when she loosens the bow tied behind her neck and asks him to reapply sunscreen on her back, coyly watching him from over her shoulder while she holds the top up with her arm and squeezes her own breasts in the process.
Plastic creaks sharply under his fingers. Ren chugs down the last of the water, the ocean breeze doing very little to cool him down when his brain supplies him with the image of Ann in that minuscule red two-piece she’d worn just yesterday.
It’s not his fault that his brain still fries itself whenever he looks at her even after these many years together. Ann is simply irresistible.
He really should jump in the pool, after all. Stay there until the rain stops. Maybe take a dip in the ocean instead and let the waves beat this heat out of him.
After watching the sea for a while longer, and stretching out his leg so the raindrops catch on the top of his foot, Ren turns back to the bedroom. He isn’t feeling as hot as before, but he still feels like he could use a shower, though he will postpone it so he won’t risk waking her up.
Ren stops just past the doorstep, fluttery curtain brushing his arm. Ann is awake, body all twisted up in the bed, her legs bent and pointed to the side, and her torso turned to look at him standing by the door. She’s been looking at him all along, he realizes, dimly wondering how long she’s been watching him stand outside watching the rain. She sighs out and lets her lips curl in a smile, face still endearingly soft and relaxed the way it only looks in the early mornings before she raises her defenses to face the day.
“You’re up earlier than I expected,” he comments, earning a low hum as her initial response.
“Been awake for long?” she asks instead. Ann promptly rolls on the bed, stretching her body in a long sinuous line as she tucks her arms under the pillows and rests her cheeks on them, facing away from him. And, of course, she bows her spine just enough to jut her ass up.
The natural reaction is to crush the empty water bottle in his hand and let it drop to the floor. Ann’s shoulders shake with silent laughter, but Ren stays put for now, admiring every curve under the sheer black fabric of one of the many nightgowns she brought in their luggage. He appreciates the effort she puts into it, actually dressing up for the night while he goes to bed wearing only his boxer briefs, knowing they’ll be naked at some point anyway.
Ren deliberately waits until Ann shifts, turns her head and presses her other cheek to the pillows instead so she can look at him through the fall of her golden hair, clearly impatient at his lack of action. Only then does he stride towards Ann, climbing up the mattress on his hands and knees and draping himself on top of her.
Ann arches up into him with a noise between a sigh and a moan, slotting her hips with his and pressing back with intent. Ren tangles his fingers in her hair and pulls it aside to reveal the exposed skin on the nape of her neck and shoulders, lowering his lips to brush the sensitive spot behind the shell of her ear, eliciting a full body shiver and a quiet whimper.
He breathes in her scent, pauses and buries his nose in the crook of her neck, making her squirm. The sweet apple blossom smell of her body lotion is stronger, as though it was recently reapplied. Skimming his nose up the column of her neck, Ren presses it to her cheek, close to the corner of her lips. Yep, the fresh smell of mint toothpaste confirms it.
“For about the same time as you’ve been, I believe,” he says, and she snickers quietly, wiggling her hips under his own.
“You weren’t here so I woke up,” she counters, lips curled upward in a smile. “What can I say? You know I can’t sleep without you.”
He breathes out a laugh, dragging his body over hers to plant a kiss on the soft curve of her mouth. “You must have a tough time when you’re overseas for fashion shows, hm?”
“Oh yeah, you wouldn’t believe it.” Ann sucks in a breath through her teeth when his fingers skim the exposed skin of her waist. Ren lays an open mouthed kiss to the soft curve of her jaw, and a hot puff of air escapes her in a stutter. “It’s terrible. Absolutely horrible.”
“Mhmm.” He catches her earlobe between his teeth, mindful of the pearl earring, and gives it a nibble that makes her tremble. “You don’t get any actual sleep with me around, you know.”
Ren shifts and sets his knees down on the mattress, close to her legs to keep Ann pinned down. He rests most of his weight there so he can raise himself slightly and move one of his arms freely. His hips aren’t flush to hers anymore, but Ann still cants her ass up, bowing her spine in a sinful curve. Like this, it’s easier for him to reach where she’s aching.
He spares a moment to trace idle circles on her waist, though, before slipping his fingers under the lace waistband to give a slow caress to her hip bone, hiding his smirk in the slope of her shoulder.
“Well- ah- no, I don’t.” Ann shifts again, trying to direct his touch to more interesting places, but Ren keeps his fingers away from her folds. “Still better than a full night’s sleep in a hotel room without you, though.”
Ren plants his lips to her shoulder in a lingering, tender kiss. “It does get pretty lonely when you’re away.”
Curling her fingers around the silky pillowcase, Ann makes another valiant attempt to direct his fingers to the right places. “Come on, stop playing with me.”
He nips her skin, gently, always mindful of leaving behind bruises and marks, though he’s fairly sure he’s allowed to do that in their honeymoon. “Who said I’m playing with you?”
Ren skims his fingers over the bare mound at the apex of her thighs. It’s not something he cares or thinks much about, the presence or lack of hair, but as a model Ann bears the pain and endures a full Brazilian wax every so often. And he makes sure to thoroughly reward her for it.
Not now, though. He hasn’t teased her nearly enough.
Ann huffs, snaps her hips down and pins his hand to the mattress. Ren lifts an eyebrow, watching her profile and taking in the pinch in the corner of her mouth. He can’t tell if she’s just playing or if she’s genuinely getting annoyed. “If you were in my place, you’d be begging by now.”
Ren lowers himself and rolls his hip against her supple curve of her backside, lets her feel how hard and heavy he is for her. Ann hisses when he pulls back, her gaze serious and heated as she regards him from the corner of her eye. “Then it’s a good thing I’m not, hm?”
“Ren,” she says simply, and there’s an edge to her voice that makes him pause, ears buzzing. She’s definitely irritated now.
Despite that knowledge, he’s not expecting to be smacked on the side of the face with something soft. Ren loses his balance and falls awkwardly sideways on the bed, lower body still on top of her. It hits him again - a pillow, he realizes - and then Ann is twisting from under him, pushing at his shoulders until he’s on his back.
She’s on top now, pinning his hands to the sides of his head in a tight grip, hips slotted perfectly with his. She’s hot and damp, and the slow grind makes Ren suck a sharp breath through his teeth and arch up into the touch. Given the victorious flash of pearly white teeth that she gives him, his reaction didn’t go unnoticed.
“How’s this?” Ann purrs, rolling down again until he has to fist his hands for a semblance of control.
“Yeah, I deserved that,” he says in an exhale, breath stuttering in his throat. “But I’m not complaining.”
Humming, Ann leans down to kiss him once before sitting back and freeing his wrists. “I thought you wouldn’t.”
Ren takes a moment to observe her, the lace hugging her chest and circling her ribs, just enough of it to keep her breasts and rosy nipples covered up despite its plunging neckline. He thumbs the matching lace of the waistband of her panties, and traces a path up the curve of her waist, under the sheer fabric that falls to her hips.
“How about we take this off? So we’re even?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, bunching it in his hands and guiding it up her torso. Careful, because no matter how many of these Ann gets from sponsors, she will still be upset if he tears anything.
Ann lifts her arms, and Ren gets the babydoll dress up and off, tossing it aside to fall on the ample space of the bed or beyond. He sighs, thumbs caressing over her ribs and the underside of her breasts before cupping them, giving them an experimental squeeze.
She bats one of his hands away and arches an eyebrow. “You just proved my point.”
“Yeah, I'm not even gonna try to pretend like I'm not desperate for you,” he quips, thumbs brushing over hardened nubs, tongue running against the back of his teeth. He should put it to good use soon. “You cut a striking figure, so I’m sure you understand.”
Ann scurries backwards down the length of his legs, her chest out of his reach, but before he can surge up to follow, her fingers dance along the waistband of his boxer briefs and he twitches with interest. “Oh, I do,” her voice is honeyed and heated, nails teasing under the black cotton. “Doesn’t mean I won’t pay you back in kind.”
A fingertip glides down the vee of his legs, brushing along his inner thigh, close but not enough. Ren swallows down an involuntary noise and breathes in deep through his nose. “No repayment needed, my lady. You know that by now.”
“I insist.” Her thumb presses down near the base, and he throbs. “After all the time you spent on me earlier, too.” Ren hisses when her finger smudges over the wet spot on his briefs, and her smile sharpens into something triumphant. “It’s only fair.”
“How nice of you,” he mumbles even as she continues her exploratory touches that bring him no relief. “I wouldn’t mind an unfair treatment right now, though.”
Ann squeezes him through the boxer briefs. It zaps up his nerves like electricity and he bows into it, but he doesn’t miss the warning undertone of her touch. “The only unfair thing is how you’re making me work for it. And I was really looking forward to that.”
Ren drags his gaze from the ceiling to her face, takes in the red flush of her cheeks. It’s not quite anger; it’s more of a curious mix of annoyance, pleasure and embarrassment, skin flushed and eyebrows pinched. For all the times they’ve done this since they got together, Ann has always found it awkward to voice what she wants. That’s why she often takes action.
“Sorry.” Ren manages to untangle his tongue enough to say, “For all it’s worth, I’m starting to regret that right now.”
“You should.” Her hand remains where it is; he doesn’t know if it’s a good thing or not. “How are you gonna make up for it?”
Steadily, he meets her eyes. She’s no longer teasing. There’s a needy spark in her eyes that he feels reflected deep in his bones, a low stirring in his gut that urges him to go for it. “I’ll be good,” he promises, skirting his palms along her sides when she leans over him. Her hair falls around them in a curtain, tickles his cheeks and neck. “Let me take care of you.”
Ann hums, lips curled in a smile. Her palm rests below his navel, and she leans down to kiss him on the mouth, chaste and brief. “Good boy.”
Her fingers slip under the boxer briefs to grasp him, and Ren jolts in relief when her soft and warm hand wraps around where he’s hard and aching. Ann squeezes and pumps him steadily, runs her thumb over the crown and smears the first drops of his release down his shaft, and grins triumphantly when their eyes meet.
Ren fists the sheets in his hands and arches under her, craning his head back and exposing his neck to her wandering lips. Her teeth graze over his pulse. Every touch leaves his body tingling and begging for more, restless for release.
He’s really paying the price for his earlier stunt. Teasing her left him on edge, and it’s all he can do to keep himself together when her teeth close around one of his nipples while Ann makes her way down his body. She knows all the tricks and the right places, all the ways she can strum him along and keep him in check.
Ann taps the side of his thigh as she climbs off his legs, and Ren reaches down to rid himself of his underwear. It’s a clumsy affair in his eagerness; Ann giggles when he finally manages to kick it away, her eyes crinkled at the corners and shining. He briefly entertains the idea of paying her back in kind for laughing at his clumsiness, but his thoughts scatter when she turns on her knees to face his crotch and leans down to take him into her mouth.
Ren hisses out in pleasure and lets his hands fall on her head, fingers curling around golden hair. Ann tongues at the slit of the head, runs the flat of her tongue along the length, and it won't be an incorrect assessment to say that his soul ascended.
Pressing a kiss on the tip, Ann strokes him lazily, chin propped on the other hand and watching him from the corner of her eye. He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, tracing the shell with a light touch to elicit a shiver. Ren smiles, following the bend of her spine and backside until his fingers find her folds, slick with arousal. Like this, if she were to place her knee over him on the other side of the bed, things could get very interesting.
Ren slides a finger in, the insertion smooth and seamless, and watches her eyes flutter closed as her walls squeeze around him. Yeah, they can do that later.
He surges up. Ann smoothly sits up in time to allow him to cup her face and kiss her again. He licks into her mouth, hands grabbing at her body to move her into position, legs bracketing his hips as she settles down on his lap. Ann moans into the kiss, wiggling until his hard length slots between her folds, and the both of them let out sighs of relief when she grinds down. Ren can't help but laugh breathlessly against her throat when Ann loses the last of her patience and rises again, taking him in hand to align him with her entrance.
Like his fingers, Ren slides home without resistance. Ann sinks down on his lap until he's buried to the hilt, laying open mouth kisses on his shoulder to muffle a moan. Ren kneads the skin of her lower back and pulls her down with him to lie on the mattress, coaxing Ann to meet his lips so he can explore her mouth once more. She complies eagerly, rocking her hips in short, slow motions to abate some of the burning heat coiled inside.
Outside, rain continues to fall. The sound it makes is muted to him, his attention focused on his wonderful wife. Distantly he thinks that some other guests might be vexed at the weather, but he isn't bothered by it much, not when he can spend time like this.
Ann tugs on his bottom lip before breaking the kiss, hands on either side of his ribcage supporting her weight as she rises to a sitting position. His hands find her sides, thumbs smoothing circles over her hip bones as her thighs work her up and down on his length.
"Gorgeous," he says, and she grants him a brilliant smile and a quiet laugh. Ann is many things - there are so many words to choose from - and she's so beautiful inside and out that Ren finds himself asking how he got so lucky.
Her palms trace his chest, fingertips and nails gliding over sensitive spots that make him gasp. He buckles up into her when she pinches a nipple, and watches her scramble for purchase, the sudden movement throwing her off. Ren uses that moment when she loses her rhythm to plant the soles of his feet firmly on the bed, deciding that they've played around too much.
"Ah!" Ann gasps when he meets every rise and fall of her hips, thrusting up into her until her breath hitches. "Ren!"
He said he'd take care of her, so he might as well keep his words. Ann leans back, hands to her chest; as much as she likes taking control and being on top, she's confessed that it can be quite uncomfortable at times. Given the size and suppleness of her chest, he can understand her predicament.
Ren smooths his hands along her sides, eyes roving over her figure. Simply stunning, absolutely beautiful. Wholly his and his alone. Face flushed, lips swollen and red, skin glistening with a thin sheet of perspiration. Hair in wild curls over her head, untamed from sleep and his own hands.
And, of course, the apex of her legs, spread apart far enough that he can see himself diving into her, as well as the nub of nerves calling for his attention. Ren brings a hand closer and places his thumb over it, applying pressure. It alone should be enough, but he wants her release to steal her breath away.
Ann gasps and moans as he rubs unsteady circles, head thrown back and hair tickling his knees and shins. The pace of her hips grows erratic, and Ren finds himself matching their urgency, eager to give her what she needs. Ann stutters out his name, muscles tensing as she seeks her release, and cries out as she reaches her climax, dropping her full weight down on his lap as his hips surge up.
That wet, tight heat flutters and clenches around him. Ren grits his teeth, holding out until Ann comes down from her high and he's allowed to have his turn. Her name falls from his lips, interlaced with a moan as he spends himself, the hands on her hips keeping her in place as he arches off the bed.
Ren slumps on the mattress, sight darkened and ears buzzing, and wraps his arms around Ann, now lying on top of him. He seeks her mouth almost blindly, pressing his lips to whatever patch of her face that he reaches until he finds her lips. They're too out of breath for an actual kiss, but sharing the air between them like this is just as intimate and satisfying.
Slowly, Ren pulls out and directs them to lie on their sides, a hand caressing the curve of her hip up to her ribs and down again. Ann is the first to catch her breath and slowly parts her eyes to look at him through the mess of her hair.
“Good morning,” she murmurs, blue eyes sparkling and so, so warm. Something similar unfurls behind his ribcage, so strong it almost hurts.
“Morning,” he says, even though he’s still not sure if it is actually morning. He ought to check so he can order their breakfast to be delivered; they’ll need a proper meal after all the indulging they did.
Food can wait, even if it's one of Ann's favorite parts of the day. First they need some water, and definitely a shower. And maybe they can have some more fun in the bathtub, which they've done before and will certainly be doing again.
Ren cups the side of her face and leans in for a languid kiss. He can hear the rain now, a steady fall just outside their bedroom. It's the perfect kind of day to stay in bed, he decides.