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“Bye cutie. I love you.”
Despite saying his farewell Rafayel doesn’t move an inch from your side. His suitcase is waiting by the door and his coat is already on but he still lingers.
You're just as bad. Your smile is sweet, but you're clinging onto his arm like it’ll slip away from you. “Love you too.”
It’s not like you didn’t know this trip was happening. Thomas always shared Rafayel's schedule with you in advance. Even if he forgot your boyfriend made sure to keep you updated. These kinds of business trips were nothing new, but this time you felt reluctant to let him go.
He pouts at hearing your halfhearted response. “..who is ‘Yu’?”
“I mean you.” Stating the obvious is all you can do to keep yourself from rolling your eyes at his attempt to play dumb. He doubles down though.
“Me what?”
This time you really do roll your eyes. “Oh my god.”
“No, because I’m about to go on a trip and I can’t even get a proper goodbye?” Rafayel puts his hand on your shoulder and acts like he’s going to push you away. He doesn’t of course, but he has to keep up this annoyed façade. It’s your little game after all.
“You have a flight to catch, Raf.”
“I’m not gonna get to see you every day-”
“You’re so dramatic.”
The back-and-forth of your mini argument ends with him hugging you. While his embrace is tender, Rafayel's expression is still sour as he looks down at you. “Say it properly .”
A part of you wants to keep stubbornly refusing just because you know it’ll keep him from leaving. Instead you sigh and finally relent. “..I love you. Be safe.”
The pink in Rafayel's irises seems a little brighter when accompanied by his dazzling smile. He doesn’t let go and you make no move to part either. This was exactly why long goodbyes never worked between you two. Neither of you wanted to be the first to leave. Then again who in their right mind would want to let go of such a beautiful person like Rafayel?
Your grip on his jacket tightens. Almost unconsciously, you start taking deep breaths so you can smell the fragrance of his cologne better. “Now I don’t want to let you go.”
“Then don’t.” His answer comes immediately, softly murmured against the shell of your ear.
“But you have to leave.”
Rafayel puts his weight on you as he pulls you closer. The two of you almost fall into the wall of the entryway but he braces you against it instead. “Come with me.”
The sensation of his breath on your neck and his hand on your lower back weaken your shaky resolve. You close your eyes as if that’ll block it out. “I have work.”
When he groans you can feel it reverberate in your own chest. “Linkon can survive without you.. but I’m not sure I will.”
Such a vulnerable admission stuns you. It always would no matter how many times or ways he said it. Rafayel takes advantage of that to keep you in his arms a bit longer. Others may find this side of him annoying which is why you're the only one who gets to cherish it. Such a responsibility of course meant that it was only appropriate for him to be 30 minutes behind schedule.
Finally you decide to say something. “Baby, let go. At this rate you’ll miss your flight.”
With unmatched petulance Rafayel hides his face in your neck. “No you.”
“Seriously!?” Clingy doesn’t even begin to describe this behavior. Really though, it’s your fault for enabling it. The glare you shoot to the side of his head is encouraging if anything.
Rafayel's phone buzzes in his pocket, pulling you out of your shared world. No doubt Thomas was outside and sick of waiting. If you two stayed like that any longer yours would inevitably start ringing as well.
“Alright, I guess I have to go. You promise that you’ll miss me a lot though, yeah?” Rafayel kisses your temple before stepping back. It’s better in the long run if he lets you win this time.
“I will. Don’t forget to call.” You hover by the door, feeling like you only have meaningless things to say. Every other kind of goodbye had been long exhausted already.
He waves and when he turns around you see the angry pufferfish keychain clipped to his carry on swaying. You stare at it with an intensity it doesn't really deserve. Looking at it is easier than watching his back as he leaves.
Abandoned ideas scribbled on pieces of paper litter the floor surrounding the tub. Rafayel sits half submerged in the water leaning on his elbow as he gazes out of the tall windows.
Chansia city’s skyline is dominated by tall buildings plated in sleek glass. It’s not a bad view, it’s simply uninteresting. Although the sunset did give it a bit of charm, it wasn’t enough to distract Rafayel. There was such a lack of anything unique that he couldn’t even pretend to think of something else.
When you want something so desperately, but cannot have it, it makes everything else around you feel dull.
If the sun was setting here that meant it was probably late afternoon in Linkon. Would you be off of work by now? He imagines the sound of your voice welcoming him home without meaning to. It’s so comforting, so familiar that Rafayel gets carried away by his own fantasies.
Color creeps up from his cheeks to the tips of his ears as his mind spirals into less than innocent thoughts. The warm water of the bath was just making it worse, turning what had begun as a gentle heat into something feverish.
Unable to take the heat anymore, Rafayel climbs out of the tub. Water soaks into the papers under his feet, but he doesn’t care. After drying off, he pulls on a robe, leaving it untied. Cool air kisses his oversensitive skin, lighting up every exposed nerve.
Rafayel keeps the lights in the main room off. It was well decorated, spacious with a king size bed, front and center. The emptiness was a cold reminder that you weren’t beside him.
Allowing himself to be enveloped by the comforter, Rafayel closes his eyes as he sinks into the mattress. He exhales slowly, fingers curling into the sheets as a way to ground himself. The silken fabric he wore found a way to affix itself to him even though he just dried off. The internal heat of his own body was sticking to itself, clinging to his skin and making him feel restless. All the while his mind was stuck on thoughts of you.
As the seconds tick by things only become more intense. Rafayel easily gives into desire. With heavy breaths he slides his hand lower and lower across his abs. Until he is able to wrap his fingers around the base of his cock.
Closing his eyes, Rafayel tries to pretend you're the one holding him. He could imagine it in his mind but the actual feeling couldn't be any different. His hands had none of the subtle callouses that yours did, nor did they have your unique balance of strength and delicateness.
Even though the precum dripping from his tip just made it easier to pump himself, Rafayel tightens his grip and doesn’t start moving again until his body settles down a bit. There wasn't a single fantasy that he could come up with that could replicate his brave hunter. Still, he could make himself shudder and shake before he couldn’t take it anymore.
Groaning in desperation, Rafayel fishes his phone from where he had tossed it earlier. Maybe he was spoiled when it came to you but he didn’t care. He needed you. Right now. Thumb hovering over the call button, Rafayel finds it difficult to keep both of his hands moving at the same time. He needed to go slowly or else the ending would be unsatisfying. Rafayel gets so caught up in the rhythm of teasing himself that he doesn’t realize he actually had hit the call button until you pick up.
“Hey pretty boy~ What's up?”
Surprised, Rafayel isn’t able to hide the effects of his touches. You hear him take a sharp inhale on the other side of the line before he speaks.
“H-hey.”
You pause. “Are you ok? Why are you panting?”
“Cause- Fuck..” He curses softly. “I need you.” The confession makes your heart squeeze in your chest. That slight rasp in your boyfriend's voice goes straight to your core, not to mention it also completely gives him away. It wasn’t like he was attempting to be subtle though. If anything you’re impressed he managed to hold out for this long. Last time you got a bootycall from the airport bathroom.
You giggle, shifting around your spot on the couch until you manage to bull your pajama bottoms off. Whatever movie you had put on to watch will likely never be finished now.
“Raf, are you masturbating?”
Rafayel groans. If his hands weren't already occupied he’d have facepalmed. “Don’t say it like that..”
“Why not, isn't that what you’re doing? Touching yourself to my voice.” There’s the faint sound of fabric rustling as you settle into a comfortable position, splayed on your back and pressing your thighs together. You sigh softly, letting the friction make you sensitive.
When he responds Rafayel’s words sound breathy. “I just need to hear you.” His hair sticks to his forehead, sweat and precum alike stain the otherwise pristine sheets. “Haven't you been missing me too?”
Placing the phone on your tummy, its warmth becomes a small comfort. With the speaker on and your eyes shut it doesn’t feel like he’s so far away. "I have, but I think you mean it a little differently." You reach down, parting your legs to touch yourself. Starting out you rub your clit slowly, fingertips gradually applying pressure.
“So mean.” Clutching his cock Rafayel lazily bucks into his hand. "You sure don't miss me?” Hearing the wet sound of him fisting his length you can't help but imagine it pumping into you. The thought makes you whine softly.
Rafayel tenses and shudders. Body responding to you even from so far away. “My hands aren't the ones touching you- I can’t stand it.” Breathing heavier he slows down his already glacier-like pace until he’s almost completely still. His body protests, making his dick ache with need, but it was better than the dissatisfaction of climaxing too soon.
He grunts as he drops his phone beside his head. “Cutie, be honest. You want me to fly back home right now and fuck you." Rafayel lays back and covers his eyes with his arm, still unable to catch his breath.
Your stomach flips. Raf was practically purring in your ear, his words speaking to your deepest desires. You wish he was here to touch you, to hold you. When he had you in his arms, that was the safest and most pleasurable place in your eyes.
“There’s no reason to feel embarrassed. We’ll keep diving deeper until we’re both satisfied.” Despite how urgently he needed relief knowing that you are also touching yourself made Rafayel want to hold out a little longer for you.
You mewl before responding. “Raf...”
“Tell me how badly you need me.” He demands.
An attempt is made but your voice is too soft and small. He can barely hear you from the other side of the speaker. Rafayel can’t help the smile that spreads across his face. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that his cutie was tomato red while trying to talk dirty to him. He grunts as his hips twitch involuntarily. Your boyfriend can’t simply let you off the hook though, his need was too great.
“ Please- give me anything, pearl.” he always did this, switching from commanding to begging at a moment's notice. Both sides were undeniably insatiable, and utterly obsessed with you.
Your walls clench around nothing while your fingers are busy rubbing over your folds. They move slowly, teasing your body the way he did. You narrate this to him, voice filled with need more than confidence. It’s hard to find the breath needed to speak up but you find your voice eventually. Each shaky moan that interrupts your train of thought goes straight to his dick.
“You make me so wet, it's not fair.” Burying your face into your oversized sweater, one of his but he didn’t need to know that right now, you try to hold onto the illusion of his warmth. “'m touching myself but it doesn’t feel as good as you.”
With only his ears to inform him Rafayel can only assume that you wore out your own patience. Done with edging on the line between solitude and passion you just shove three fingers in yourself. All Rafayel could hear was the soft, wet squelch of your pussy welcoming them in.
Rafayel stays silent, too busy chasing his orgasm as he listens to you. Every ounce of his attention is devoted to letting his imagination fill in what he can’t see. He grips his cock, squeezing a glob of pearly cum from his tip.
“Raf?”
“Keep talking.” You can feel the raspy edge in his voice in your core. It makes your head spin and your tongue trips over itself trying to speak again.
“Mm- miss you. Waited for you to call-” One hand starts pumping faster, the other is on your clit. As your breath becomes shallower and faster, he can tell you’re about to cum. “N-need you here..” You stutter.
All this attention has made your clit puffy and flushed. Your lips are swollen from biting them in a vain attempt to hold back your moans. The wet slide of your fingers entering your cunt is all he can hear. It muffles your small whimper. Such colorful sounds made it easy for him to imagine your actions. Rafayel could see you biting your lip the way you usually do when you get shy with him.
You were done being shy now though. “-so bad! Want you to fill me, knock me up!” You whine, high and needy. Some of what you babble out isn't picked up by the mic. Such a confession doesn’t give Rafayel any pause. Instead it rolls over him as a renewed wave of lust. “I wish I could. It's such a waste spilling all over my hand, the bed.” He rests his head back, his hips lifting off the mattress slightly. “Hah.. Should be in you..” Rafayel strokes himself to the heavy pattern of your breathing.
In these moments where the two of you were bound in passion it was hard to tell who was taking the lead. Even when you weren’t physically entwined things remained as they were. With you both pushing one another to higher and higher climaxes, relishing in the sound of shared pleasure.
“m’close, please-”
“Aw, cutie. You sound so pretty, whining for me~” He coos in your ear, encouraging you as you reach your peak. “Make sure you think of me when you cum, yeah.” You’ve been performing so well for him, it was only fair that he helped you out in return. In your ecstasy you repeat what you said, begging him for everything he has. You moan his name while your hips mindlessly grind into your palm, drowning your fingers with your release. Your thighs tremble with the aftershocks of your climax.
“That’s it.” Hearing you cry out takes Rafayel over the edge. For all his desperation the end comes like a gentle wave, crashing against him before quickly settling. After going so long without the other's touch cumming together like this was a little satisfying. Though it mostly left you both wanting more.
Rafayel cringes at the feeling of his own cum running down his legs. He did a poor job of catching his load, now he has to do his best with tissues to make the bed usable again.
“Baby?” Your soft voice grabs his attention.
After cleaning his hands Rafayel brings the phone to his ear. “I’m here.” His reassuring response helps you settle down. In the silence that elapses Rafayel thinks over what has just transpired. His sudden laughter peaks the mic.
“When were you going to tell me you had a breeding kink?”
Shame instantly sets in, leaving you feeling embarrassed. “Stop laughing!”
At that he laughs even harder. Rafayel was lucky he was miles away right now. That and the fact that his laugh, even when directed at you, still lightens your mood. The thing that was so funny to your boyfriend was that he genuinely didn’t know this about you, but it totally makes sense. He calms down.
“Your sweater is sticky now.” Even though you try to change the subject Rafayel remains quiet. Gaze lowered, you bite your lip.
“..Do you actually want me to get you pregnant?” He finally asks. It’s hard to tell his opinion based on his tone but you hope it’s mostly curiosity.
You take a moment to answer. “Yeah.” Sitting up, you play with the necklace chain around your neck. It was mostly made out of a dark metal but it had a small pendant made of garnet hanging on it. However its sentimental value far outweighed its material one in your eyes. At this moment when you feel nervous and hesitant it reminds you of every memento he’s given you. Each one an affirmation of a single promise.
“Do you want to have kids?” Anxiety makes you hold your breath as you wait for his response. The silence on the line stretches just long enough to make your chest tighten.
Rafayel answers honestly. “I’m not sure. I haven’t really thought about it.” Stretching, he shifts further up the bed until his back rests against the headboard. You hear the rustle of fabric and the soft exhale that follows.
He keeps talking, his voice quieter now. “Sometimes.. When I have to sleep alone like this, I wonder if I’ve just woken up from a dream.”
“You’re so precious to me. If this were less important I'd just agree.” For all of his complaining and dramatics he would do anything for you. After thinking it through out loud, circling around the idea, the only answer he can land on is an unsure, “kind of?”
Rafayel enjoys teaching kids during his workshops. He likes interacting with them, answering their strange questions, and watching them discover the world for the first time. That spark means a lot to him. However, the responsibility that comes with having your own child is universes apart from what he’s already experienced.
Along with that is a burden that you are already aware of. Rafayel still hasn't fully unraveled the knot of pain and grief he’s carried for so long. The pattern of people he loves leaving him, through death or distance, is something Rafayel is primed to expect. Even on his happiest days, there’s a part of him bracing for the fall.
With a child, that fear would only multiply. Loving another person that much a second time would feel like placing his heart outside his body.
Your heart breaks a little at hearing him admit this. Finding yourself with a desire to hug him, to pull him into your arms and comfort him properly, you can only try to do it with your words.
“I’m sorry that I’m not there with you.. Rafayel, I promise I won’t disappear. I’m not going anywhere.”
There’s a pause. You hear him take a deep breath. Rafayel lets your words sink in, keeps it in his heart and earnestly tries to believe it. He doesn’t respond right away, but when he does, his voice is steadier.
“I miss you.”
The admission slips past his lips before he can stop it, but he doesn’t regret saying it. Rafayel feels as if the weight of those feelings has been lifted, even if he knows the relief will be temporary.
You smile, curling further into the couch cushions. “I miss you too.”
“You don’t have to answer me right away,” your voice is gentle as you speak. “And if the answer is no, I don’t want you to think you have to change it just to make me happy.” A moment passes while you choose your words carefully. “I’m okay if it’s just the two of us. What we have already feels… complete.”
“Thank you,” Rafayel says quietly, his voice softening in a way that makes his gratitude unmistakable. He knows it’ll take him a little longer to sort out his feelings about this, but you’re happy to give him that.
“We’ll talk more about it when I’m home,”
“Yeah,” you agree. “When you’re back.”
“So,” you change the subject, trying to sound casual, “how much longer are you going to be gone?”
A long, exaggerated “uuuuuuugggggghhhhhh!” comes from his side of the phone. “A full week!” he groans again, just as dramatically as the first time. “Can you believe it!!?” He complains like it’s a personal injustice that he has to do his job.
“I would be home by now if it weren’t for Thomas being so friendly all the time. He roped us into something else at the last minute.” You can vividly picture the pout settled on his lips, imagining the familiar sight makes you laugh.
“Oh you poor thing.”
The two of you stay on the phone together as he gets ready for bed. He pads around the room, brushing his teeth and changing into something cleaner. Rafayel does all this while murmuring about random things he’s seen or done on his trip so far. Anything that comes to mind just so the line doesn’t go quiet.
Once he’s finally back in bed, you pick up the conversation instead. Continuing to talk to him until his responses become shorter and slower. Rafayel's breathing evens out, making you think he’s already fallen asleep. Just before you hit the end call button though he stirs back awake.
“D-don’t go yet.”
“You’re barely awake, baby.”
“I have something to tell you. Come closer.”
You bring the phone closer to your ear.
“Closer.” He whines.
You chuckle lightly, more mindful of his sleep schedule than he is. “I am! I am!”
“..Are you listening?”
“Mhm”
Rafayel takes a breath, his voice dropping to a whisper as he speaks in Lemurian.
“I can’t wait to return to you, my heart.”
From that night, and for the rest of the trip, Rafayel may as well have been cursed. Cursed with an overactive imagination, taking the discovery of this new shared kink and running with it.
Every day became a fight against himself. His desire clawing away at his restraint. It was mortifying how badly he was yearning. Much to his own shock this fixation was not purely sexual.
There was a moment, during some meeting he can’t remember the point of, where a simple offhanded mention by Thomas of the latter's family almost had Rafayel asking.
What is it like being a dad?
The question never made it out of his mind. He tucked it away before Thomas could hear it, and before he’d have to deal with the inevitable counter questions. Still, it lingered in his mind as an uninvited daydream.
Rafayel found himself imagining things he’d never seriously considered before. Which one of you would your kids look more like? Hours were lost with him agonizing over whether they’d have your eyes, copy your expressions, and get your habits. A mix of his and your colors, that had to be adorable. Yeah, you two would make cute babies.
His answer to your question still wasn’t a wholehearted yes, but it wasn’t a hard no either. More like a quiet curiosity. By moving in together the two of you had already taken the first step toward building a life side by side. This time he would marry you, and you’d spend the rest of your lives together.
What to do during that life though? What kind of adventures should you spend your days going on, recording, and remembering? Honestly, what Rafayel wanted more than anything, was to be close to you. It didn’t really matter to him where you went or what you did as long as it was with you. Having a child could be that adventure someday. It could be a new and exhilarating experience, if undeniably uncertain.
Right now probably wasn’t the right time. There were too many things in the way, too many of his own unresolved issues. Still, having a small life to love sounded magical.
This fantasy had firmly taken root, clinging to him like a fever he couldn’t quite shake. Fortunately, there was a silver lining to this. These daydreams made time pass by much quicker. Now it was the final night of his trip. The only thing between Rafayel and a flight back home was this weird afterparty thingy being hosted by a business partner. Whatever, it was scientifically impossible for Rafayel to care less anyway.
The room was full of rich socialites and art collectors. With so much hot air in the same room it was a wonder it hadn’t started floating. In the crowded space Rafayel found himself unusually restless. Being trapped at this event only highlighted how much he missed having you by his side.
He was stuck in a conversation where he wasn’t even speaking to anyone in particular. Just letting the talking heads chatter around him, Rafayel sits there as the subject of their conversation.
On the surface nothing seems amiss. Rafayel hides his irritation behind his typical aloofness. Thomas, however, can tell he’s uncomfortable. Underneath the artists practiced indifference something is off.
When the others finally leave him, Thomas pulls Rafayel aside. There are no protests as his manager guides him outside the venue. The fresh air eases a fraction of the tightness in Rafayel's chest.
Before he even asks “Are you alright?” Thomas predicts how this conversation will likely go. Still he makes the effort.
“I’m fine.” Rafayel replies flatly. One hand rests in his pocket as he lets his gaze drift elsewhere. He isn’t actively complaining, which tells Thomas everything he needs to know. Whatever is wrong, Rafayel is hesitant to talk about it.
“Are you sure? You’re practically vibrating with energy.” Thomas looks unconvinced, lifting a hand to gesture at the restless man.
“It’s nothing, Thomas. Maybe you need to get your eyes checked.” Despite the curt words, there’s no venom in Rafayel's voice. He tugs at the collar of his shirt for what feels like the millionth time. Even in the low light Thomas can see how Rafayel’s skin has grown steadily redder.
The jab confirms it for him. Something is definitely bothering the artist. However, as long as Rafayel avoided talking about it, Thomas knew better than to pry or push. He lets the subject drop. Instead they lapse into idle small talk, mutually relieved about the trip ending and the prospect of going home.
At the word Home, Rafayel’s carefully constructed nonchalance falters. His brows knit together before he schools his expression back to where it usually is.
Thomas finds the act a little amusing. Still, if Rafayel was worked up enough for him to notice, others would too. Questions would follow and that would only aggravate Rafayel further. Thomas would rather avoid that, both for his friend’s well-being and for their jobs.
Whatever Rafayel was dealing with, it would be better left to his ‘dear bodyguard.’
“So..” Thomas says casually, already pulling out his phone. “We should discuss tomorrow’s schedule.”
If he weren’t so flush, Rafayel’s face would’ve gone pale. He turns to look at Thomas with an expression stuck between horror and indignation. “Tomorrow? I’m going back to Linkon tomorrow-!”
“Let’s just say that.. something important came up back in Linkon.” With a few clicks tickets were exchanged and flight details reconfirmed. “Causing you to leave tonight’s party and fly out immediately. Instead of tomorrow morning.”
The moment Thomas says that Rafayel's confusion turns into relief and elation. His shoulders visibly relax and genuine gratitude colors his voice. “Thomas..”
Thomas only grins. “Your return flight has been moved up. By the time you’re back at the hotel, it’ll be sorted.”
Rafayel exhales, relief softening his features. There isn’t anything else that he needs to say so he leaves after a quick goodbye. Silently slipping out of the party.
Home becomes an internal mantra that Rafayel chants as he quickly stuffs his clothes back into his suitcase. Probably setting a new record for how fast one can pack for and then be on a flight. Rafayel reads all your texts while waiting in the airport, the ones celebrating your successful mission, and saying good night with a picture of yourself. Cute.
If Rafayel was typically very bubbly then his mood right now was practically effervescent. He has so many things he wants to tell you that the overflow becomes little more than key smashed nonsense. Even someone as practiced in deciphering Rafayel‘s unique language, such as yourself, would have trouble deciphering the texts he sent you. Good thing you were asleep right now.
He arrives back in Linkon early the next morning, around 4 am, after what must have been the longest 6 hour flight of his life. The taxi ride from the airport to your home after that was just cruel. He definitely annoyed the driver by talking his ear off nonstop.
Funny how he could wait 800 years for you when it felt as if you were universes apart but now that you're only a moment away waiting felt agonizing.
During the ride he considered stopping to get you something. Well, something else on top of all the random gifts he already bought for you during his trip. Flowers, maybe? Rafayel imagined the look on your face, the soft surprise and blushing gratitude. In the end though, he decided against it.
Nothing should come between your reunion, not even a brief detour. All he wants is to see you, to hold you again. The energy buzzing under his skin becomes just shy of too much, gathering at his fingertips, waiting to burst out. Your boyfriend was so focused on finally reaching you that it slipped his mind to send a proper message until he was literally standing in front of the door.
Rafayel unlocks it, expecting to find you in the living room, ready to greet him. His momentum is halted when he sees both the entryway and living room dark and empty.
Then it clicks. He’s early, like way too early. A quiet laugh leaves him and he feels a little silly for expecting you to be awake at 5:30 am on a weekend. Slipping his shoes off, Rafayel heads down the hall toward the bedroom.
There you are, curled up on your side cuddling a pillow and wearing one of his shirts. Inspecting the scene further he sees evidence of your ‘alone time’, the compact toy left sitting on the nightstand. The whole scene suggested that you pleasured yourself until you passed out. Rafayel finds you beautiful, cute, and sexy all at once.
After removing his jacket, Rafayel carefully pulls the pillow from your hold and replaces it with himself. He easily fits into the space beside you, as if he belongs there. In a way, he does.
Slowly you wake up, feeling the solid, warm body next to you. Rafayel's familiar and comforting scent greets you along with his arms wrapped around your body. With a sigh you open your eyes, looking up at him blearily. He internally swoons, finally deciding to stick with calling you cute.
“Goodmorning.”
The sound of his voice makes you realize that he is really there, you’re not dreaming. Nothing can contain the big and bright bright smile on your face. “You’re home!” Wanting to be closer you nuzzle into his chest. “Goodmorning, baby.”
The two of you stay tangled together for a while, unhurried and half-asleep. That is until Rafayel lets out a small, exaggerated huff and pouts down at you.
“I guess you’re still reeally tired,” he says mournfully. “Since you forgot to kiss me.”
You laugh softly and immediately indulge your fishie. Leaning in for one kiss, then another, and another after that. You keep kissing your boyfriend's lips and face, each one lingering longer than the last. All the while Rafayel’s arms hold you tight against himself.
Finally able to fully relax, that burning energy from before comes rushing back to him, no longer restless but not yet fully satisfied.
“So,” Rafayel murmurs, tracing idle patterns against your back, “What have you been up to?”
You reply simply. “Just working. All the missions I led wrapped up quickly.”
“Oh?” His tone turns teasing, playful, like he’s caught you doing something you weren’t supposed to. His voice slips into that deeper, slightly raspy register. “How did it go?”
“Everything went well,” you add, glancing up at him tentatively, “but no one was there to reward me.”
He hums. “And you decided your reward wast fucking yourself silly while wearing my shirt?”
Hearing that your cheeks burst into flames that spread all the way to your ears. Such vulgar words so early in the morning. It makes you shake your head, maybe in protest or maybe just to keep the dirty thoughts away.
“No! I-I-!”
That damn smirk, another one of Rafayel’s infamous looks. It takes him no effort to pin you to the bed, having already trapped you in his embrace. You keep trying to explain yourself but to no avail. His eyes briefly shift to where the vibrator is before silencing you with just eye contact.
Speechless and growing more flustered by the minute, you struggle not to look away. The two of you are so closely intertwined that when you shift, you can feel his erection on your thigh. Rafayel groans under his breath, a noise you wouldn’t have caught at any other distance.
“I wasn’t..” your words falter as you consider using a different tactic. Rafayel chooses to continue teasing you. “Hm? What was that, cutie?”
“I missed you.” After stuttering quietly between words, your boldness slowly grows. “I missed you, Rafayel.
“Oh yeah? How much?”
“Mm, a lot.”
Slowly, you reach up, pulling his head towards yours. This was still the same game the two of you always played. Teasing each other into a frenzy before going at it like it was the end of the world. Usually though you had to push a little more, but your poor boyfriend already looked dazed.
As the two of you make out your breaths get heavier. Rafayel appreciates the extra time to reacquaint himself with the feeling of your soft lips. The languid pace gradually works you up as well, causing you to moan into the kiss. Even when he pulls away a thin string of saliva is left connecting you. In contrast to how dirty that was, your deep blush and dilated pupils nearly made you look innocent.
“Welcome home.”
With that, Rafayel's already frayed thread of self control snaps. He crashes his lips into yours again. God, it's like you were perfectly suited to drive him crazy. If the smile he caught before he started kissing you was anything to go by, you damn well knew what you were doing to him.
This kiss devolves quickly as Rafayel moves on, trailing his lips along your jaw and peppering the column of your neck with gentle bites. Leaning your head back you let him make as many marks as he wants. He hasn’t even touched your cunt yet, but your arousal is already soaking all of the fabric surrounding it. There was no more need for pretense at this point. Your combined need was growing stronger the more you touched each other.
This time when Rafayel pulls away he sits up. You use the extra space to free your legs from under him and wrap them on either side of his hips. The oversized shirt you're wearing gets pushed up to reveal your beautiful bare skin. More canvas for him to mark as he pleases.
When you try to reach for his belt, Rafayel pinches the soft skin of your belly. “Keep your hands up.” You whimper, but follow his command. He takes care of his clothes, mostly. Too impatient to get undressed, your boyfriend simply undoes what needs to be undone and pushes the rest down until he feels comfortable.
Rafayel's eyes drift to where your drenched pussy awaits achingly for him. He keeps both hands busy, one hand on you the other on himself. As he traces a line up your thighs and to your knee you're sure that he can feel your legs trembling with yearning anticipation.
After a few quick strokes Rafayel pushes the tapered head of his cock against your entrance. In response you lock your legs around him. you nearly forget that your hands are supposed to be still, only caring about getting him inside you.
"Baby, please-!" You moan. His quiet laugh is sinfully dark. "Aw, you're asking nicely." He sinks in smoothly, not moving his hungry eyes from where you are entwined.
Usually you both preferred a more gentle, sensual approach. Screw that, if he didn’t have you right now he’d combust. The sound your bodies make when they connect is obscenely wet. It only gets worse as he falls into a desperately brutal pace. You're so loud underneath him, all breathy whimpers and cut off moans. The momentum is making the sheets under you bunch up.
“Not only are you being sweet, but you’re acting so good too.” Rafayel commends your restraint. Even while overcome by pleasure you follow his instructions perfectly. No need to tie you up. Although, he did love decorating his gorgeous partner with all sorts of nice ribbon.
“OK, I’ll reward you.” Rafayel purrs, his handsome smirk betraying just a bit of smugness. You can feel every inch of him as he ignites seemingly dormant nerves. The tease still deliberately avoids hitting your g-spot though. It seems the weeks away haven’t changed your boyfriend's love for toying with you. Content with just barely grazing it, he torments you in that delicious way only he can.
“I’ll make up for- all the time you missed me,” He pauses every now and then to take a breath. “Kiss you, fuck you, make sure you can never forget.”
With a bruising grip on your hip Rafayel pulls you to meet him as he presses forward.
“Then I'm gonna fill that pretty cunt of yours up.”
A strangled cry comes from your throat as you clench around his cock. The sensation makes his hips stutter and he gasps. Gently he caresses your thigh as an even wider smile returns to his face. Your silky walls were still holding onto him.
“Huh, it seems to like it when I call it that.” In a show of force Rafayel snaps his hips forward in several quick movements. You become dizzy watching his abs stretch and contract under the thin cotton of his shirt. Damn those core muscles and damn that waste of fabric for hiding them! You whine, a needy little noise that gets him to coo back at you in sympathy.
“I know, I know Honey.”
Finding the words feels nearly impossible in this state. Of course your perfectly composed boyfriend enjoys the mess he’s making of you. “Take your time.” He teases.
Body pulled taut, you’re panting so hard that you can barely speak. “fuck- slow down!”
Rafayel’s voice is low but sweet, like burnt sugar. “As you wish.” A second later he switches to fucking into you slower, hitting deeper. Instead of sitting up, Rafayel leans over you. Trapped between his arms, all you can see is him. Now that he’s closer to you it’s obvious how worked up he is.
Every now and then you hear the headboard hit the wall. Pressure mounts as his dick finally rubs that soft spot inside you. You’re squeezing him so tight that he doesn’t want to fully pull out. Just gently rut into you until you're both over the edge. You look so beautiful, eyes glossy, lips swollen, and the marks he left already blooming on your perfect skin.
Sweat drips off of him, making his shirt stick to his back. Rafayel looks at you with his pupils blown wide, blushing across both his cheeks and nose. A look that could only be described as frenzied. You want more, want him deeper, need him more than you need air.
You’re still obediently keeping your hands above your head so he uses one of his own to interlock your fingers together. With his other arm Rafayel grabs your leg and lifts it up as he pushes his hips down.
With a sharp gasp your back arches up. “Hah.. m gonna- Raf!” You moan. The material of the shirt he’s wearing is getting wet from where it rubs against your clit.
Languidly thrusting into you, he knows you're close. He grunts, feeling all that mix of his and your fluids pooling around the base of his cock. You moan louder.
“So- so good for me cutie,” He breathes out, “jus’ tell me where you want it.”
“ I-inside. ”
A few more strokes where he presses against your g-spot and you cum around him. “Rafayel!” He grinds into your overstimulated body a bit longer before his wave floods you.
Your whimpers mix with his panting breaths as you two share another kiss. Half-spoken “I love you’s” murmured against each other's lips.
Slowly the overwhelming tide of your release starts ebbing. Rafayel doesn’t move, preferring to remain cradled in your warmth. While things calm down the embers have only dimmed a little. Another fire could easily start.
“You can move now.” He can feel you getting restless, wiggling as you regain control of your tired limbs.
Although you have permission now you only move the hand that isn’t being held so you can caress Rafayel's face. He nuzzles into it, turning his head slightly to kiss your palm. Despite the sweet gesture, you can see the look in his eyes is still lustful.
With a sigh you ask sarcastically, “Do you have any intention of letting me go before noon?”
He responds, “No.” while having the nerve to look smug about it.
Rafayel gives you a quick peck on the cheek, before sitting up a little to take off his shirt. He tosses it behind him.
“I have to make sure that you’re satisfied. And since you want to be bred so badly..” Playfully, Rafayel drags one of his hands up to your waist. He presses his thumb into the sensitive skin, rubbing small, slow circles into it. “That means I need to give you everything I have.”
That handsome smirk absolutely sells it. His jewelry chain remains around his neck, its swaying entices you to grab it. There’s no resistance from him to you using it to pull Rafayel back down. He was asking for it after all.
It’s going to be a moment until he’s hard again but Rafayel can tell you’re ready to go. Retrieving the vibrator from the side table he turns it on and presses it against your clit. With a shout you squeeze down hard on his dick. A whimpering gasp leaves him, it hurts but in a good way. This repeats every time the toy pulses against you. Sparks dance in the pit of your stomach.
“Save your voice.” He says huskily, the implications of that line making your head spin. You’re much quieter this time, moans short and broken. More similar to keening.
Was he really going to keep taking you until he ran out? God, that will take all morning! Excitement fills you at the prospect of getting filled with something else. Spending half the day tangled in sheets, rutting around what each other sounded sticky and sweaty, and like exactly what you’d need after so long apart.
The heat of your coupling melts you down. Creating a colorful, free flowing wax that leaves you feeling warm and full. Together your actions flow one after another in a natural dance until you are totally inseparable.
Hours later, and only after a long shower, the two of you finally leave the bedroom. It’s early afternoon but your lunch ends up more like brunch because Rafayel wanted pancakes.
Sitting across from each other at the small kitchen table, Rafayel’s knee nudges yours under the warm wood. Sunlight spills over your plates and the air smells of buttery maple syrup. His long legs press further into yours looking for more than lingering contact.
Rafayel grows quieter after the last few bites. “Can we.. talk about the kid thing?”
You hum softly. “We can if you want to.”
Taking a deep breath, Rafayel pieces together workable sentences from his less than coherent emotions. “My feelings are still kinda messy.” He says, tracing the rim of his mug with his finger. “I’m scared that I don’t know how to be part of a family. That I’ll ruin it.” He glances up at you, gaze vulnerable yet steady.
Now that he’s here, you can do what you wanted to all those nights ago when you first talked about this. Getting up from your chair you step over to give your boyfriend a hug. For good measure you also lace your fingers together, tightly holding onto him.
“Don’t worry. You won’t ever be alone.”
He squeezes your hand. “I know. And… I don’t want fear or fate to decide things for me. I want to figure this out.” A small, determined smile curves his lips. “I’m open to it. To the idea of us having a family someday.”
Relief floods your heart. This was a better response than you could’ve hoped for. His willingness to be vulnerable never ceased to reassure you. No other way to say it, this was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. “Thank you for being honest.”
Rafayel stands, prepared to return your embrace and then some. His arms slide around your waist as he kisses you. It tastes like espresso and warm ginger, sweetness and heat tangled together into one bright flavor.
“For the record,” he murmurs against your lips, “our future child is definitely going to love pancakes.”
You laugh into his shoulder. “We’ll see about that.”