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A rare moment between them - Anya having gone to a sleepover at her friend’s house. He heard the click of her heels on the apartment’s hardwood floor, slowly making their way toward where he stood in front of the living room window. Counting the number of blue cars passing the apartment complex as a distraction (not that it worked anyway). All day, Loid had been on edge, a rolling heat stirring in the pit of his stomach that only grew more intense whenever Yor was around. He had but a few minutes of clarity when she left to walk Anya to her schoolmate’s house before his desire overtook him again. Flashes of stolen kisses in the hallway and quiet nights in his bedroom when Anya was sleeping crossed his mind, and he had to stifle a low groan when his khaki pants began to feel tight.
They were child-free for three days, and he was almost anxious for Yor to return so they could kick the weekend off right.
The key clicked in the front door’s lock, and he listened to Yor’s incomprehensible mutterings under her breath while slipping off her ankle boots by the entrance. Barely a minute later, he could hear her feet padding against the hardwood floor as she crossed the space between the door and where he stood at the far end of the living room. His eyes were closed, yet he could sense when she reached for him, immediately turning around to face her. Fighting back a smirk when she let out a squeak when he grabbed her wrist to pull her against him until they were chest-to-chest. Her warm, quivering breath blew over the front of his neck, and he swallowed nervously at the cool sensation it brought. She clutched tightly at the front of his beige sweater, her lips parting as if to speak until her maroon eyes met his turquoise ones through her eyelashes, and the words died on her tongue. Silenced by the intensity of the hunger that swam in them.
She’d have lied if she said she did not feel that same. Barely having a moment alone over the past week between their respective jobs and helping sweet Anya with schoolwork. The ache that had settled itself in her core called for release. A release that only Loid could provide her.
The tension in the air was so thick that it would be nothing to cut through it with one of the knives in the kitchen. This shadow was cast over his face from the early afternoon sun that shone through the open window behind him, and she froze, trembling slightly when he slowly wrapped his arms around her. All of Yor’s training and skills were nothing when he looked at her like this - like the last meal of a starving man. He took note of how her fists clenched even tighter against his chest, but she never pushed him away. A beautiful, scarlet blush made its way to cover the tips of her ears in its bright hue before fading into a softer rose-colored tint against her cheeks. How her thighs subtly clenched together, making him wonder what could be running through her beautiful mind.
Her shy disposition to his physical advances had grown on the spy until his craving for more increased to a borderline insatiable level just from being in her presence. He leaned in slowly to press his forehead against her own, her short black bangs ticking the bridge of his nose, letting his eyelids slide shut again as he let out a soft sigh when the tips of his fingers met the bare skin of her back through the opening of her semi-backless dress. The simple touch brought a momentary relief to the fire that had begun to make its way through his veins. Left hand dragging its blunt nails gently down the expanse of her spine to slip into the slope of her signature cherry red sweater dress, a gap wide enough for his hand between the outfit and her back caused by the soft curve of her ass, causing her to arch her back inward to further press her breasts against his chest. Unable to hold back his smirk that pulled at the corner of his lips when she let out a gasp. The sound made him bolder in his movements, undoing the clasp of her outfit with his right hand so quickly one would think it was a practiced skill.
“Loid-”
He brought his lips next to her ear so she could feel the warmth of his breath with each heavy exhale he let out. His heart was pounding against his chest so heavily that it felt like it might jump out at any moment. Yor rested a quivering hand over his chest, sending a spark through his body. Pushing his left hand further inside the open dip of her dress so he could cup her ass, pulling another gasp from her slightly parted lips. He kissed the spot under her earlobe, and she reached up on her tiptoes.
“You can stop me at any time,” Loid whispered. His voice was rough like it was taking all his willpower to hold himself back. “If you told me to stop, I would stop. Say the word.”
The blush on Yor’s face, already spread across her cheeks, slowly inched down to the nape of her neck, just below where her hair was tied up in its usual braid. “I don’t-”
His right hand deftly undid the braid that kept her hair up so that it cascaded down her back. Biting her tongue, she struggled to find the words to tell him what she wanted. Instead, she lifted her left hand to cup his cheek and guided his lips to meet hers in a tender kiss. The action snapped the last string on Loid’s restraint, a muffled groan escaping him. It spurred on the heat inside of Yor that compelled her to slide her hand up from his cheek to grasp at his blonde hair while his hands worked to slip her dress off her body. Slender fingers tugged at the gown's material lower and lower until it hung loosely around her hips.
She turned her head to the side to catch her breath, but that didn’t stop his assault. Trailing open-mouthed kisses down the column of her neck while beginning to push her backward.
“Loid!” Yor squeaked, half stumbling over her own steps. Had it not been for his steady hold on her waist, she might have fallen to the ground already. “What- Wait!”
“Bedroom,” was the only response he gave her. Pausing in his steps to crash his lips onto hers with a passion that stole the air from her lungs.
He took advantage of her momentary surprise to push his tongue past her lips - though she quickly recovered and met his passion with her own. Their tongues wrestled for dominance while the air around them steadily increased in temperature until it was almost stifling. He let her go just long enough to shrug off his gray blazer, tossing it toward the couch. It was Yor’s turn to catch him off guard, tugging on his black turtleneck sweater to untuck it from the waistband of his khaki pants. As soon as there was an opening, she slipped her hands under the top, trailing her short nails gently over his abs. Causing the man before her to shudder, though he didn’t stop her as she continued to push his shirt higher up his body – he swiftly grabbed the hem of it. He pulled it off him so that his torso was entirely exposed to her roving eyes.
His turquoise eyes darkened with lust while he watched her avert his gaze, keeping her attention on the exposure of his skin - there were a few small scars that marked his otherwise flawless ivory skin – and the knot that tightened in the pit of her stomach when her eyes glanced down lower to the growing bulge. It had her salivating with the memory of how his heavy cock felt resting on her tongue while she sat on her knees before him just a few weeks ago. She was brought back to the present when his fingers tapped lightly down her sides, searing her skin with the imprint of his touch. Lower and lower until he was cupping her ass, kneading the flesh in his palms before hoisting her up – her shock only allowed her enough awareness to instinctively wrap her legs around his waist.
“Good girl.”
He wasted no time capturing her lips with his own again, blindly making his way toward the hallway. They didn’t get far. When Yor tugged on his hair again, he stopped and turned to push her back against the wall next to the bathroom door. This woman would be the death of him. He just knew it. Loid felt craved, starving for more than just the taste of her lips. She pulled back, rolling her head back to rest against the wall with a soft moan of pleasure as Loid ground his hips against hers. The sound was addictive, his personal siren song that lured him away from his mission. A single-minded focus on his new mission to pull as many of those pretty moans and cries from her lips as he could.
Pushing up the black strapless bra she wore with haste, he lowered his head to take one of her hardened nipples in his mouth. Letting his tongue lave over the sensitive bud and guided by Yor’s shuddered gasps that sounded vaguely like his name. Slowly, he let her fall from his arms so that her feet were planted steady on the floor – or as steady as they could be with the way her knees were shaking as if they could give out at any moment. His left hand slid over her stomach until it was cupping her breast, kneading the soft flesh in his palm. Other hand wasting no time in slipping past her black tights' waistband. When his fingers touched bare skin, the spy chuckled, low and breathy against her ear.
“No panties?”
She tried to squirm away from his touch but couldn’t get far since she was pinned between Loid and the wall. Such a display of her vulnerability made him feel hot, almost feverish. There was a brief second where he wondered if the heat had kicked on in the apartment before deciding that he didn’t care. His thumb circled her dark pink areola before flicking across the tiny pink bud and smirking when she unconsciously pushed her chest into his hand. A feral desire to devour her right here and now almost overcame him, and he ducked his head to trace his tongue over the outline of her breast. Dragging it lower and lower until his lips wrapped around her sensitive bud. His middle and ring finger quickly found her already swollen clit and began to rub slow circles on it. Yor’s eyelids fluttered shut, and she could not hold back the choked moan that was pulled from her throat.
Moving at a tantalizingly slow pace where he wasn’t even sure if he was teasing her or himself at this point. What he did know was that it would all be worth it when he finally fucked her. When he could finally feel her velvet walls wrap around him and milk him for all he had. Spurred on by the breathy whimpers that were lost to the air around them, Loid let his fingers slip lower to spread her outer lips with his index and ring fingers to pet the dripping entrance of her cunt with his middle finger. To which she tried to block his access by clenching her thighs together.
“Don’t do that, darling,” he murmurs, words muffled from his lips still on her chest, pushing his knee between her legs to force them apart while leaning down to nip at the apex where her neck met her shoulder.
She jumped at the action, grabbing onto his forearm. He winced as her nails dug into his skin, pulling back slightly to toy with her pearl again. With exasperating hesitance, Yor removed her nails from where they were digging into his arm, revealing the half-crescent marks her nails had left behind in its place. Her hands needed to find purchase somewhere, and they found it on the waistband of his pants. Pinching the material between her trembling fingers when he dipped his fingers past her lower lips to feel her dripping heat once more. Loid leaned back to look at her face, now completely red from her blush, and turned to the side to avoid looking at him.
“Look at me,” his voice rougher now, stirring something primal inside her that she couldn’t quite name.
Her gaze met his for a fraction of a second and then flickered down to his lips – imagining all the things he could do with his skilled silver tongue. An image of her sitting on his face – per his request – while he ate her out like she was his last meal flashed across her mind, and she looked back up into her partner’s eyes. His expression was unreadable to her – as if he were studying a prize specimen in search of its weaknesses and anything else that made it tick – and she was about to open her mouth to ask him what was wrong when he suddenly pushed his middle finger into her tight cunt, Yor tried to gently push him away, trying – and failing – to close her legs again. Once more, Loid leaned in to skim the length of her neck with the tip of his nose with a muted hum that reverberated from deep in his chest while only giving her teasing, shallow thrusts of his finger to the first knuckle.
The intrusion – however shallow – surprised her, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted more from him, wanted him to give her more, but she didn’t know how to ask for it. So, she hastily began undoing his pants, the buckle of his belt giving her a little trouble at first due to her trembling hands that moved with a greater sense of urgency than he did. He understood and on the next thrust he inserted his whole finger into her fluttering walls. Reveling in the soft texture of her pussy as it clenched around his finger while searching for her g-spot.
“Relax…”
A whine was the only response he got as he focused on her sensitive spot. Curling his finger with every new thrust to hit its mark every single time. His pants were already undone, and Yor found it challenging to focus on what she wanted to do next. How could she when her mind was steadily slipping further into the haze of lust from the stimulation, making her vision grow hazy around the edges?
“Loid, I-” She pulled his hips closer by hooking her fingers into the loops of his pants and tilted her head up, reaching up on her tiptoes, to slot her mouth against his.
He let out a small huff but succumbed to the kiss quickly. Every moan of theirs was swallowed in the kiss. It was a perfect moment where desire continued growing, yet their actions kept steady. Yor was stroking his cock through the thin material of his boxers, earning a grunt of approval against her lips from the man. It was her turn to fight back a smile, parting her lips so that he would follow along and she could shove her tongue into his mouth. Tongues tangled together in a dance where secret words were exchanged without saying them aloud.
It wasn’t until Yor attempted to slip a hand past the waistband of his boxers that the moment was broken, and Loid swiftly pulled his hand out of her tights. She wasn’t even spared a second to whine over the sudden loss before he turned her around so her hands rested against the wall that was previously behind her. Eyes widened in surprise from the sudden shift in position. Before she could get a chance to ask what he was doing, she felt a slight pinch on her ass before the nylon material of her tights pressed against the sides of her outer thighs as Loid pulled it away from her body. A quick rip could be heard in the silence between them, followed by a more significant tear that exposed her rear to the cool air of the apartment.
His fingers ghosted over her upper arm down to her hand. Enveloping it in his large hand to guide it higher up the wall above her head. Loid used his other hand to guide the lower half of her body to step back a couple of steps – which had her arching her back in a spectacular view for him. Shimmying off his pants and boxers to let them pool on the floor at his feet and ultimately freeing his dick from its confines. Loid let go of her hip to his hand around his cock and gave it leisurely strokes, memorizing the curvature of her ass that was poked out toward him along with the peak of her pretty pink pussy. His lips parted, and his tongue poked out to swipe along his suddenly dry bottom lip. Teasing his tip along her entrance and gathering the leaking wetness from her from his previous ministrations. He used his thumb to spread it along his length silently – getting a sort of sick thrill in how she squirmed uncomfortably in the silence. Hypnotized by how her hips swayed from side to side, bumping his sensitive cock with every motion.
“Yor.”
She stopped and glanced over her shoulder at him. Seeing the subtle tick in his jaw when he clenched his teeth together while he looked down, she swallowed nervously. She let herself be directed to stand on her tiptoes again to lift her ass a little higher. He couldn’t wait any longer. The burning desire in his stomach was at a fever pitch that was bordering on pain if he didn’t find any release soon.
“Take a deep breath for me, sweetheart.”
That was the only warning she was given, a hushed muttering as he lined himself up before thrusting his hips forward so he could go all in in one go. There was a strangled cry from her, and she reached back with her free hand to press her fingers futilely against his lower abdomen.
“Tch.” His eyes narrowed at the action, and he grabbed hold of her wrist to press it against the small of her back before leaning forward to whisper in her ear, “I gave you a chance to stop me, and you didn’t.”
Her frame trembled against him as she tried to keep her balance, attempting to take a step forward but coming back when he gently squeezed her wrist. She felt so full; his cock filled every inch of her in a way she knew she’d never get used to. While being wholly sheathed inside of her, Loid ground his hips against her ass, stifling the groan of pleasure he almost let out when her gummy walls fluttered around him. Yor was just grateful that he gave her a moment to adjust to his size, flinching whenever he would flex inside of her and countering by clenching around him to tempt him into moving. The heat that rushed to his face would surely paint his skin with a deep red blush. The flames of desire demanding more of him, whispers in his mind telling him to make sure she wouldn’t be able to stand when the day was over. Glancing at how her mouth remained wide open as she panted like a bitch in heat, wiggling her hips again when he wouldn’t move and eliciting a hiss from between his gritted teeth.
Pulling back so that only the tip remained, he kissed her shoulder once, twice, three times. “You make me so needy for you…” He never gave her a chance to respond before snapping forward so that he was bottomed out inside of her again. “You should take responsibility for that.”