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Spending a relaxing night at home was rare these days, even rarer was spending it with Corbeau. He was always working, even when he really didn’t need to be. He hated sitting still, he always had to be doing something he viewed as productive or else he would drive himself crazy. So, it really was a surprise that he agreed to leave on time tonight and come by for dinner and a drink. A drink that ended up being three or four. You could both hold your alcohol, but it still made you both rosy in the cheeks and it definitely loosened you both up, Corbeau more so.
You were pretty open and talkative in general, but Corbeau on the other hand was reserved for the most part. Getting four alcoholic beverages in his system sure made him say some weird stuff though, mostly rambles about his pokémon, but he spilled the dirt on a few of his employees several times throughout the night. This man sure liked to gossip after a few drinks, and he held the information over his employees heads so it appeared, threatening to use it as blackmail if they ever stepped out of line. He could be scary, but you wondered if he would ever actually go through with spilling such sensitive information. As much as he liked to put on a tough front, he was actually a decent guy aside from a few glaring issues.
He offered to clean up the dishes from dinner since you cooked, and you gladly accepted his offer and retired to the couch. You were starting to get a bit sleepy, but you could probably power through for another hour or so. When Corbeau returned from the kitchen you noticed he had removed his jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves. To avoid getting them both wet, but also because the booze had made the both of you run a little warm.
You patted the spot on the couch next to you with a lazy smile, “Get off your feet.”
He replied with something grumpy as usual, but he accepted your invitation anyway, “I’ve been off my feet for two hours.”
He sat next to you, slumping back into the comfy couch cushions and looking more comfortable than you’ve ever seen him. You nudged his shoulder with your own, “I think we both deserve the break.”
All he did was hum in response to acknowledge you, and then silence fell between you both. It took you by surprise when his head fell against your shoulder, another hum leaving him, a more content sound than before. It felt very domestic. It was cozy.
You moved to lean your head against his, closing your eyes and getting comfortable, “Tired?”
You felt him shift against you, but he settled back down quickly, “I’m just relaxing. That’s what you’re always wanting me to do, isn’t it?”
He really can’t go more than ten minutes without saying something sardonic. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, instead elbowing him gently in the ribs, “Don’t ruin the moment.”
You heard him snicker, and for once it was a soft sound. You wished you could get to ease up like this more often, but you couldn’t exactly blame him for the way that he was. Half of his childhood was spent on the streets, the rest of it he was partially raised by Lysandre, and since then he’s had it in his head that he must work to give back to the world. A noble profession - even if he did go about it in a less than ideal way - but he never gave himself room to breathe.
He sighed with content against your arm, and you giggled a bit at the feeling of his hair tickling your face. You carefully maneuvered your arm between you both, tapping him on the wrist, “It’s comfy here, but if we’re going to fall asleep, maybe we should move to the bed? Unless you want to wake up with a pain in your neck.”
He sighed again, this time with irritation, “You would wait until I got comfortable.”
You held back another giggle, “We can stay here for a few more minutes.”
He lifted his head off of your shoulder, which made you sit up, and he turned to face you. His face was pink from drinking, his eyes hazy from the same cause, “No, you’re right. Pain in the neck.”
He grumbled it, and you did giggle that time before leaning in to give him a quick peck on the lips. When you drew back he followed you, catching your lips in a slightly longer kiss, a motive hidden behind the motion. He pulled back and you caught his eyes, and you could see clearly that he wanted more. You weren’t going to deny him of it. A few minutes of making out wouldn’t hurt anyone, you figured.
You tilted your head forward again, finding his mouth and kissing him with more passion than before. It caused you both to sit up a bit more, away from the back of the couch. He raised his hands and they hovered over your arms for a few moments. He always hesitated on touching you, an old habit he couldn’t shake. He hadn’t had a lot of people who cared about him in his life, not until the past several years, so touch that didn’t hurt was still quite foreign to him. He only allowed very few people to touch him on top of that, and you were one of the lucky few. He set his hands down on your arms after his initial hesitation, his touch light for a few long moments before both of your hands found his waist and pulled him closer. He made a small noise of surprise at your enthusiasm, but he was quick to match it.
You felt his fingers curl around your arms before sliding down them, releasing you once he got to your wrists and replacing his hands on your hips and tugging you forward with more eagerness than you had with him, and that got a squeak of surprise out of you. You felt him smile against your lips at your response, and his mouth on yours became more eager. This was pushing past a simple tipsy make out session on your couch to something much more much faster than you had anticipated. You blame the alcohol in both your systems.
You felt his teeth tug on your bottom lip for a brief moment before he dipped back in, his hand on your hip moving around to your lower back, pulling you against him. His tongue darting out and brushing against your lips and teasing you was the final straw for you, and when it snapped you let out a moan louder than you would have hoped for. You felt your face burn at the lewd sound, a sound far too obscene for what you were doing now.
He pulled back to chuckle at you, and opening your eyes to catch his hazy golden ones, you could see immediately how badly he wanted to push this further, “Are you going to keep making those pretty sounds for me?”
Your face was burning, but two could play at this game. You pouted, “Depends. What are you going to do to keep them coming?”
His smile grew sly, and he didn’t miss a beat, “Want to find out?”
He said it in such a sultry tone, low and intoxicating; it made you shiver. Your pout fell away and his lips were back on yours, wasting no time in resuming exactly where you left off. It was all teeth and tongue, biting down on your lip and running his tongue against your bottom lip, your teeth, before finally meeting with yours. It was clumsy and hungry, but you figured with all the drinks between you, that it was to blame for how heavy and heated this all got so quickly.
His hand on your hip traveled lower, brushing over your thigh before wrapping around the back of it. His fingers squeezed down on the meat of your leg, yanking it up in the same motion he got onto his knees. He slotted your hips against his and before you knew it, you were on your back and he was on top of you.
You moaned against his mouth, feeling your arousal grow in intensity as his weight laid on top of you. His hand was still on your thigh, pulling your leg up so it was nearly wrapped around his waist. Your hands were still on his sides, fingers tangled in his shirt and pulling him against you, a motion he matched with ease. His hips pushed against yours, and you could feel his arousal between you. You moaned again when he thrust against you once more, and when your hand pushed around to grab his hip and guide him along, he moaned just as well.
The kiss was finally broken, the both of you needing some air, and catching his eyes again it was easy to see how far gone he was. You felt exactly the same. Your hands pulled on him, and you couldn’t help how eager you were for this, it all just came so naturally, “Corbeau, please. Don’t make me wait.”
He dipped down to kiss you again, but briefly this time, pulling back to press a few kisses to your cheek and jaw while asking, “What do you want me to do?”
You were impatient, you didn’t want to dance around this tonight, “Anything. Touch me, fuck me, just don’t keep me waiting.”
He smiled down at you, still sly, still too smug. He took great pride in how quickly he could bring you to this, “Desperate, aren’t you?”
You were about to glare, pout, tell him to shut his mouth and put it to good use, but he was one step ahead of you. His mouth was on your neck, nipping at your throat and leaving behind evidence of his venture. Your hands pulled on him harder, a gasp or two leaping from your throat as he sucked on the skin on the side of your neck. As he left marks on you, you felt his hands pushing beneath your shirt to feel your bare skin. His touch was electrifying, and it made you gasp yet again, arching your back and jerking your hips against his again as one of his hands found your waist and his thumb brushed across your naval.
His fingers found the buttons on your pants, undoing them with practiced ease. He sat back and peered down at his handiwork, seeming happy with his work, and then he caught your eyes and smiled that same smile again. You were trying to catch your breath and control yourself, not wanting to seem too desperate but you just couldn’t help it. His fingers on either hip slipped beneath the waistband of your pants and panties, tugging down on them and beginning to slip them down your legs. You felt your face burn as your lower half became revealed to him, and he was quick to discard your clothes by tossing them to the floor beside the couch.
He sat up now on his knees, looking down at you to admire the view. You had half the nerve to raise your hands to cover your face, embarrassed to be so exposed in the light of the room, and for him to be staring at you with such adoration. His hands went to your knees when you tried to push your legs together, and he leaned down to press a kiss to one of them and caught your eyes, “Is this okay?”
He dropped the teasing for the moment to check in, and it made you feel so warm. You nodded to confirm, “As long as you start losing some clothes soon too.”
He laughed at the attitude seeping into your tone, something you used to hide your embarrassment. He kissed your knee again, “Patience, dear.”
His hands pushed between your knees and carefully spread your legs, a motion that only made your face burn harsher. Xerneas, you wish he’d stop staring at you like that. He had such a hypnotizing stare, you found it hard to look away. He didn’t stall long, to your relief, leaning back over to kiss your knee again before kissing down your thigh until he got to what he was searching for.
He leaned over you, head between your legs, and you knew what was next. Your heart fluttered in anticipation. He pushed a hand between your legs, rubbing a thumb against your inner thigh before he pushed his fingers very gently against you. You bit your lip to stifle a moan, one hand grabbing down onto the couch cushion you were lying on to steady yourself. He peered up at you to tease, “I’ve barely touched you and you’re already so wet for me.”
His breath was hot against you, and his fingers barely touching you was already making you dizzy. He could be such a tease, “Corbeau…”
He kissed your inner thigh again, “Yes, dear?”
You couldn’t take this, not tonight. You reached down and grabbed his hair, an action that surprised him based on the way his eyes widened a fraction. His hand on your leg squeezed a little tighter, showing his own excitement as you ordered him, “Put your mouth to good use.”
You pushed his head down between your legs, urging him to get on with it. A quiet moan escaped him at the way you tugged his hair and ordered him around, and finally he got to work. Both hands were on your thighs now, holding them open and using them for leverage. When his mouth was on you, you raised a free hand to slap over your mouth as a gasp forced its way out. You didn’t keep it there for more than a second, knowing he would want to hear you, so you let it fall back to the cushion beneath you and held onto it for dear life.
His tongue teased your entrance, and your hand tightened its hold on his hair as he left open-mouthed kisses on you. He was taking far too long for your liking, dragging this out as long as he could, but you were impatient tonight. You pushed his face harsher down against your wet cunt, “Fuck, Corbeau, keep going.”
He left more kisses but got the message, another aroused sound leaving him at how tightly you gripped his hair and ordered him around. His tongue pressed against you again, harder this time, deeper. A lewd sound escaped you as he worked you open, and you just continued to guide him along with your hand in his hair. He didn’t take long once he really started for him to get eager, addicted. His tongue was lapping at you desperately now, pleasuring you in a way that had you unable to see straight.
You squeezed your eyes shut as bliss overwhelmed you, stifling whines unintentionally by biting down on your lip. He worked magic, it felt incredible, and his tongue being split only enhanced that feeling of pure ecstasy. You peered down at him to watch him pleasure you, and you whined such a loud and unfiltered sound when he sucked on your clit.
You thrust against his face, earning a pleased grunt from him. Your fingernails scratched his scalp as you held on as tight as you could to his hair, praising him for his pleasurable ministrations, “Fuck, just like that, baby! Don’t stop!”
Another moan sounded from him, and it amused you beneath your arousal. Praise got him going like nothing else, turning him into a mess without even being touched. You kept your eyes on him as your breath became harder to find, panting as he sucked on your clit and made you buck your hips forward again, “Corbeau…! Mm! You’re so perfect… so good… Ah!”
The more you praised him, the more pleasure that overwhelmed you. It shot up your spine, and the lewd sounds of slurping and sucking as he ate you out filled your ears, joined by more moans from him as your praise egged him on. Your hands remained in his hair, and you moved your fingers to push through it, stroking his hair back and dragging your fingernails against his scalp. You bit down on your bottom lip to quiet a moan, a whimper leaving you instead. You knew you wouldn’t last much longer with the way this was going, and you decided to chase that feeling by offering him even more praise.
You pushed your hips against his face, whining at the way his tongue slid against you, “You’re so good for me, Corbeau. Mm, s-so good… Hah!”
He was so deep, the feeling of pleasure stinging every one of your nerves. You could hardly control the movement of your hips as this point, fucking his face nearly without mercy, “F-Fuck, fuck! Mm, ah! Don’t stop! I’m— I’m almost there!”
He didn’t stop; he didn’t slow down. He wasn’t going to torture you tonight like he’s done in the past, making you wait until you were begging for him to fuck you, in tears from overwhelm and desperation. No, tonight he wanted this just as much as you do, and he wasted little time in getting you to this point.
You felt your orgasm building, you would cum at any second. Both of your hands were in his hair, holding the back of his head and keeping him in place as he sucked on your clit. Tears blurred your vision, the pleasure was so intense, “C-Corbeau, I’m gonna— Ah!”
Your orgasm washed over you, making your entire body tingle. You felt like you were vibrating with the force of it, and as you came you just kept his head between your legs. He continued to suck on you, lapping at you with his tongue to drag out your orgasm for everything he could. It was a bliss you never thought would end, but when it finally did you collapsed onto the throw pillow behind your head and tried to catch your breath.
You released your hold on his hair so he could sit up, and you titled your head up a bit to watch him. He was wiping his mouth with his wrist, spitting out your release from his mouth. He never swallowed, but you didn’t mind that. Looking at him with your cum on his lips and chin made up for it.
You sat up on your elbows as he wiped his mouth again, and then you reached forward and took his chin in your hand to turn his face towards you. He looked gorgeous like this. You praised him for his work, “Good boy.”
Your words colored his cheeks, but with another wipe of his wrist across his mouth and chin to get rid of the rest of the mess you’d made, he narrowed his eyes at you defensively, “Keep talking to me like that and see what happens.”
You smiled at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes, “Why do you think I’m doing it?”
He wasted no time in resuming your current activity, crawling up to be in front of you. He took your wrist into his hand and pinned it onto the couch next to your head, shoving you flat onto your back again and smashing his mouth against yours. You could taste yourself on his lips, it tasted sweet. You moved your free hand up from between yourself and the couch, grabbing at his side and waist, tugging on his shirt to pull it from being tucked into his pants. He was still fully clothed, and you found that unfair.
You pulled his shirt free from the waistband of his pants, quickly moving your hand beneath the fabric to touch his bare skin. You felt him shiver above you at the soothing touch of your hand, and he smothered a moan that tried to escape him by pushing his tongue past your lips, earning a moan from you instead.
You wish he didn’t try so hard to silence himself, because hearing all of his pretty noises really got you off. He had to know that. He was so stubborn though, and you couldn’t change that about him. All you could do was try to push him to a point so far he couldn’t think straight, that’s usually when he let his guard down when you slept together. Luckily, it was becoming a less and less difficult task the more often you two engaged in this. You learned more about him and what got him off, and you had found multiple things that got him going pretty quickly. Leaving hickies on his skin, praising him, and a lot of the time just simple skin to skin contact worked. He was touch-starved, had been until you came along really. It was sad to think about for too long, but it was a blessing in disguise, because you could very easily use it to your advantage.
You pushed your hand around to his lower back, pulling him against you where he was slotted between your legs. You could feel his erection through his pants; he was ready for you. You bent your fingers to drag your nails across his back, scratching him up just a little. He pulled back from your mouth to trail kisses against your jaw and neck, moaning quietly into your ear as you repeated the motion against his back.
He nipped at your neck, you felt the drag of his teeth across your throat. His mouth worked wonders, you were soaked through and ready for him for a second time. You removed your hand from under his shirt and went for his belt, but not before teasing him by pressing your hand across the crotch of his pants, feeling how hard he was beneath the fabric. You heard him take a sharp breath and tense against you, and his grip on your wrist tightened as you stroked him slowly a few times.
“I need you, Corbeau,” You spoke your words quietly into his ear where he hung his head next to yours, trying to take back a little control. You weren’t helping him keep a clear head, “Please. I need you to fuck me.”
He was kissing your neck again, rougher than before, his tongue against your collarbone and throat making you gasp and jerk your hips forward against his. He silenced a groan and released your wrist, allowing you to let your hand join the other at his waist. They both found his belt, unbuckling it with ease and moving to undo his pants. You worked quickly, eager for this, desperate for it. You pushed your hand beneath the waistband of both his pants and underwear, grabbing what you were searching for and pulling him out of his pants.
He moaned against your neck, continuing to mark you up as you stroked him. His cock was leaking over your fingers already, and he lost control of his movements for a moment to push himself against your hand. You moved your other hand to his hip and adjusted your own beneath him, spreading your legs further, ready to take him. You wiggled your hips up a tad and positioned him at your entrance. You bit down on your lip as a whimper left you, the feeling of him before he was even inside of you making you dizzy.
With your hand on his hip, you pulled down on him to urge him forward, and he followed your lead with no hesitation. He pushed past your entrance, beginning to fill you up, and with your other hand free now you raised it up to grab his shoulder, squeezing it once before slipping your arm around his neck and holding onto him tightly. His kisses on your skin halted for the time being as he slowly pushed inside of you. You felt his hand on your hip, keeping you steady as he pushed in deeper, and his lips found your neck again but with softer kisses, as if to soothe you.
He pushed until he was completely enveloped by you, moaning into your ear, a sound you returned to him. He stilled his hips for a few moments, letting you adjust to his size. He kissed your neck again, then he got an elbow underneath him to sit up and kiss your face before looking into your eyes. His hand was on your face, pushing a few strands of your hair off of your forehead, “Are you okay?”
His voice sounded so soft, and it was always nice to be reminded just how sweet he could be despite the tough front he put up so often. You took a breath and nodded, reaching up to grab one of the arms of his glasses and adjusting them over his face, “I’m perfect… Do you want to take these off?”
The kisses on your neck were nice, but every now and again his glasses did awkwardly bump you. He wrinkled his nose and protested, “I want to be able to see you.”
You held back a snicker, “You’re that blind?”
He rolled his eyes, “Are we going to do this right now?”
You hummed with amusement and fixed his glasses a bit more, looking into his eyes and smiling sweetly, “You’re cute.”
You watched his face burn a darker shade of red at the compliment, and you almost laughed at how flustered it got him. He was buried to the hilt inside of you, but it was you calling him cute that had him avoiding eye contact with you. You could tease him for this later, now you wanted to feel every inch of him. You raised a leg and hooked it around the back of one of his, pulling him deeper which caused the both of you to bite back a moan.
“You can move now,” Your hands on his shoulders squeezed, and you wiggled your hips to entice him, “I want to feel you.”
His thumb stroked your cheek for a moment, his golden eyes scanning your desperate expression. He dipped down again to take your lips with his, kissing you with passion as he pulled his hips back slowly and then pushed back in. His mouth muffled your moans, and he repeated the motion a few times, increasing in pace just so slightly. He filled you up so nicely, and he pushed inside so deep. The slow roll of his hips was driving you crazy, you needed more and you needed it now.
You were the one that broke the kiss, moaning a higher pitched sound and throwing your head back against the throw pillow beneath you, “F-Faster, please!”
He was entranced by your expressions, by your sounds, by how tightly you held onto him and rolled your hips against his. You were so desperate, you wanted to feel him deeper and harder. You had never wanted something so bad in your life. He listened to your plea, moving a little faster, watching your face scrunch up with pleasure as he did so.
“You feel incredible,” He told you, holding himself up on an elbow while his opposite hand grabbed your hip, pulling you against him with every thrust, “You’re so tight, just for me.”
He trailed kisses across your jaw, and you pulled on his hip and took him as deep as you could, arching your back against him and whining with pleasure as it overwhelmed you, “F-Fuck…! Harder! Please, I need it!”
He responded quickly, slamming his hips against you with fervor. You cried out with bliss, curling your fingers against him, digging your nails into his skin. He grunted and moaned, his kisses getting clumsy and sloppy. You pulled your hands out from underneath his shirt, replacing them on his face and directing his attention to your lips. You led the kiss, the motion deep and passionate. He moaned into your mouth, and his thrusts into you never slowed. He fell apart so much faster than you, and you just loved how easy it was to get him here. He might be on top, but you were the one in control.
You pulled back from the kiss to hold his face between your hands, pushing his hair back off of his forehead, “You're so good for me, Corbeau. Don't stop.”
His hand slid down to your thigh, tightening his grip on you and hoisting your leg higher around his waist. It felt like he pushed even deeper, and it pulled a cry of satisfaction from your throat. Your hands fell to his shoulders again, holding onto him tightly to find your bearings. You arched your back and pushed your body against his, gasping and moaning high-pitched sensual sounds, the drag of his cock pushing in and out of you making every nerve in your body tingle with an almost overwhelming pleasure.
“Corbeau…! A-Ah! Ooh fuck…! Right there, baby!” You used your leg hooked around him to aid his thrusts into you.
His glasses had slid halfway down the bridge of his nose, and his dark hair that was usually kept so neat was hanging over his golden eyes, his golden eyes that were hazy with lust. He said your name, but it sounded more like a whine than anything. You thought it was cute how sensitive he was, and it just drove you wild.
“You're so good to me…” You paused to moan, gripping his shoulders tight, “A-Ah…! Fuck, look at you… So gorgeous.”
His face was red, darkening at the compliment, and your name tumbled from his mouth again, “If– If you want this to last, you'll stop talking to me like that… Mph!”
You used your leverage that you had with your legs around his waist and hands on his shoulders to flip the two of you over. You forced his weight to his left and now he was on his back and you were on top of him. He looked up at you with wide eyed shock, not expecting the tables to have turned so quickly. You grabbed his hands that were on your legs and pulled them away, redirecting them and pinning them on either side of his head. You leaned over him to look him directly in the eyes, and this new position really had him all out of sorts, “I think you can last a bit longer, don't you?”
You rolled your hips slowly, the new pace driving the both of you crazy, but you were much better at keeping your composure than he was. He tried to bite back the sound that left him but failed; he was much too far gone at this point to hold anything back. You rolled your hips again, whining yourself at the pleasure inside of you, and you squeezed his wrists tighter.
“Wanna try answering that question for me, Corbeau?”
Your painstakingly slow movements were understandably maddening for him. He tried to subdue another moan and threw his head back before gasping, panting, “I-I don't—”
He stammered, and he was still looking at you with that wide-eyed look. He looked nervous. You softened your gaze and loosened your hold on his arms, pulling his hands back towards you and replacing his hands on your hips to ease his mind, “Shh… It's alright, darling. Breathe for me.”
He seemed embarrassed by his current state but did as you asked to avoid further shame. He took a steadying few breaths as your hand found his hair, and your soothing fingers against his scalp helped calm him quickly. When his eyes refocused on you, you checked in on him, “Are you okay? Do you not like this position?”
He swallowed and shook his head, “No, no, I'm fine.”
He tried to harden his gaze, but unfortunately for him you saw right through him, “Corbeau, be honest with me.”
He hesitated, blinking once and contemplating something, but he caved in the end with an irritated huff, “I… don't like it when you pin my arms down.”
You smiled softly at him, “That's okay. I won't do it again.”
He avoided your eyes, his own narrowed and looking away, his face red with shame, “Okay…”
You leaned down to plant a kiss on his cheek, which seemed to soothe him even more, his shoulders noticeably relaxing. When you pulled back, you had to double check, “Do you want to keep going?”
He still refused to look at you, but he nodded very slightly to confirm that he did. You kissed his cheek again and then grabbed his arm, “Okay, c'mere.”
You pulled him upright and helped him scoot back so he was leaning against the arm of the sofa. His hands went back to your hips, gentle on you, almost hesitant. He still wasn't looking into your eyes, instead focusing on his hand on your hip, his thumb rubbing circles against your skin. Your hand in his hair brushed back what was hanging in his eyes, giving you a clearer view of them.
“Is this better for you?”
He nodded shyly, “Yes… I'm sorry…”
He winced when he apologized. You shook your head and kept your soft smile directed at him, “You don't have anything to apologize for.”
You leaned back in then, moving your hand beneath his chin to tilt his head back and capture his lips with yours. You hoped it would pull him out of his embarrassment of having to switch things up, and you seem to have succeeded. You felt his fingers curl against you, keeping you as close as he could. A quiet moan rumbled in his chest, which motivated you to start moving this along again. You experimentally rolled your hips, slow for now to make sure he was doing better, and when he moaned again and you felt his teeth drag against your bottom lip, you knew he was ready.
You steadily increased the pace, keeping your mouth on his until he gasped and yanked on your hips, pushing and pulling you against him, his desperation growing again. You kissed the corner of his mouth and then up his jaw before getting to his ear, whispering softly into it, “Is this good? Do you want me to keep going?”
You could hear him panting, his breath hot against your face as you nibbled at his earlobe, “Y-Yes… You feel so good…”
You were leaving him breathless, which wasn't a hard thing to accomplish, but it still flattered you every single time. You tugged on his earlobe with your teeth, and when he gasped again you pulled back to giggle a seductive sound, “You sound so pretty. All of this, just for me?”
You rocked against him, taking him deep, grinding down hard. He whimpered at the feeling, and his forehead hit your shoulder. He was holding onto you so tight, and when you repeated the motion, he thrust his hips up and muffled his groan against your shoulder. Your hand found the back of his neck and head, your fingers gently threading through the dark hair on his nape before curling, gripping his hair and pulling his head away from you, “Ah, ah, let me hear you.”
You caught his eyes, misty and somewhat unfocused, and with a blush creeping all the way to his ears, the color darkening at your request. With your hand holding him away from you, he had no way to quiet himself; biting down on his lip and clenching his jaw stopped working long ago. He arched his back, pushing into you and whining.
“Mph! A-Ah!”
You moaned with him but kept it down so you could really focus on his noises, “That's it. Good boy.”
You kept up your steady pace, pushing down hard, taking him deep. He continued to moan and whine and whimper, his hands on your waist pulling on you, trembling with want, with need, with desperation. Your name tumbled from his mouth in the form of a moan, barely intelligible, sounding more like a cluster of random sounds, “P-Please, please…!”
Oh, he's begging? You were getting close, so that almost sent you immediately over the edge. Your fingers curled around the back of his neck, making sure he was looking directly at you, right into your eyes, “Please what?”
He made a sound like a sob, and it almost made you falter, but you were quick to realize it was from his pleasure. He threw his head back, or at least tried to, but you kept his eyes on you. He had tears in his eyes, right on the brim, begging to be released, which is exactly what he was begging for next, “Please… I need to– Hah-ah! I'm going to cum…! I c-can't— I need to— Oh, f-ffuck!”
You were driving him absolutely wild. It was so intoxicating. You could become addicted to this. You held firm to the back of his head and neck, very intentionally slowing the roll of your hips against him. You felt so full, he filled you up so perfectly. You felt on the brink of an orgasm yourself, but you could hold back for a few more moments. He was really struggling on the other hand.
“You can hold on for a few more seconds, can’t you?” You asked him, moving so slow now, really edging him, “Can you do that for me? Can you be a good boy for me?”
He was panting, losing complete control of his breath. He jerked his hips up, pushing into you, trying to regain the friction from before. A moan escaped you at the motion, unable to hold it in. You placed one of your hands firmly on his shoulder to keep him still, and he whimpered with complaint, desperate, “N-No, no, it’s— it’s too much…! Please, please…!”
The tears that had been building finally gave in, and a tear slipped down his cheek. He wasn't in pain, but it was clear he was getting quite overwhelmed. You lessened your hold on his shoulder, as well as on the back of his neck, pushing your hand further up to hold the back of his head, “Okay, it's alright… C'mere.”
Your voice was soft and soothed him, and as you directed his head back to your shoulder, he moved his arms to wrap around you. One looped around your waist, the other pushed up your back, his fingers clawing at the place between your shoulder blades. You quickened your pace again, giving him what he craved. You pressed a kiss to his temple and smoothed his messy hair down as he moaned and whimpered against you.
“C'mon, Corbeau. Just a little more,” You urged him, squeezing your eyes shut tight for a moment, feeling your own release building, “Mm, ah! You feel so good…! You're so close… A-Ah! C'mon, give it to me, baby!”
His fingers curled against you. He was panting, his breath hot against your collarbone, and with a choked moan he bucked his hips up into you clumsily a few more times before dumping his cum inside of you. His arms held you so tight, so close, and the sounds he was making as he came were breathtaking. The feeling of his release inside, hot and dripping out of you, it was enough to push you over the edge.
You wrapped your arm around his shoulders, keeping his head against you and making sure he was close as you came with him. You squeezed your eyes shut, moaning loud into his ear, the sound making him hold onto you tighter and ram himself into you hard, “Ah, Xerneas…! Corbeau…! D-Don’t stop!”
His thrusts up into you were erratic and clumsy, and you could feel him trembling beneath you. You pushed your fingers through his hair once more before pulling back, peering into his unfocused eyes briefly and then smashing your lips against his in a clumsy motion. The kiss wasn’t practiced, it was sloppy and erotic, the both of you moaning against each other as you rode out your orgasms. Corbeau came down first, but you followed shortly after, halting the roll of your hips when he whimpered with overstimulation.
You broke your kiss and grabbed hold of his shoulders, steadying yourself against him and catching his eyes again. He was breathless, and so were you. When you felt like you wouldn't topple over, you moved your hands to his face to make him face you again. His eyes still looked hazy and unfocused, and he was trying to catch his breath, so you stroked a thumb against his cheek for a few long seconds, which seemed to help him come back to himself.
When all was said and done, you caught your own breath for long enough to speak, “Are you okay?”
He took a couple more deep and rapid breaths before nodding, “Incredible…”
You smiled sweetly at him, but there was pride in your grin as well. You knew you were the only person who was able to get him to let down his walls like that, and you took great pride in that. He tilted forward until his head hit your shoulder again, and with another few deep breaths, he finally sighed tiredly and relaxed against you. You were a bit surprised by his clinginess, but you weren’t about to ask any questions about it; you didn’t want to scare him off. So, instead your smile softened, and you leaned your head against his, pushing your fingers gently through his hair on the back of his head.
“Do you wanna get cleaned up and head to bed?”
He hesitated in answering you, and his arms around you tightened, as if to keep you from moving away, “Yeah, just… let’s stay here for a few more seconds.”
You didn’t protest that. You relaxed in his hold around you and closed your eyes. You’d sit here with him for as long as he wanted. You were both perfectly content.