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It’s been an awfully, dreadfully, completely exhaustively long night. Nanami comes home quietly so as to not rouse his beloved, immediately strips off his clothes (save for his trousers) to hang over the couch, and opens up the fridge. Somehow he’s parched. He licks his chapped lips as bottles clink and clank until he spots what could quench his thirst, and opens it with a short crack and soft hiss. He takes long swigs of the beverage, the icy glass burning against the warmth of his palm, and the cold liquid soothing the heat simmering beneath the rest of his body. He’s still not that satisfied. All that pressure from work has got him on edge. And then he hears it.
“Nanami?” Vaguely illuminated by the frosty fridge light, his love steps closer, legs bare and one of his shirts draped over her figure, concealing what he knows could be the healing elixir to this thirst… No, not “could.” Is. Always.
“C’mere, darling,” he says, voice rough from use at the office but inlaid with hunger. The bottom of the bottle hits the counter top with a soft thump. “Did I wake you? M’sorry.” He gathers her in his arms, kisses the top of her head after she shakes it in response. A smile slowly spreads across his lips as he notes how cute she looks, blinking away the sleep from her eyes. It reminds him of how blissed out she looks after a hard night of fucking.
The scent of her shampoo enters his nose like an aphrodisiac as she tucks her head just below his chin. He places more kisses just to smell more of it, teeth catching his inner lower lip to contain a wanton groan when he hears her gasp and whine just a little. It’s because of his hands, cold from the glass. They had slipped beneath the shirt to follow the contours of her body, hot from lying under the blankets. He could never not touch her, after all.
“How was your day, love?” he asks, callous thumbs stroking her hip bones. They then run over the curve of her bottom and softly squeeze there before travelling back up to revel over no bra lining her back and obstructing her nipples, which he feels poking his chest just slightly. He thinks about the sensation of them in his mouth and holds her closely. If she detects how fast his heart has started to beat, she doesn’t comment. She merely wraps her arms around his neck like in a dance and details a laidback schedule with some blips. A colleague that stressed her out here. A few others that stretched her patience thin there. Not ready for the week ahead, but—
A hiss leaves her as Nanami’s hands idly embrace her chest, the remaining cold of them causing her thighs to clench in. And the blonde man’s half-lidded eyes alight with mischief that she misses. “What else?” He hums, forefingers circling her hardened nubs and then pinching them. Flicking them makes a high-pitched noise ring aloud. He chuckles. “You know I love hearing anything from you. For instance, how does your body feel right now, sweetheart? Hm?” Nanami guides his beloved to lean against the edge of the countertop, their side profiles lit up by the forgotten and gaping fridge. His right hand drops from her breast to cradle her cheek. He hasn’t looked her in the eyes yet. He brushes a thumb along the line of her lip before running over the point of her chin, then back up to tug on the plush flesh to part them, entranced. She allows it and has her tongue languidly swipe out. This is when his gaze flits to meet hers, and the sight of the clouded look in her eyes has him release a groan. But he wants to take this slowly. Wants to really make her melt. But maybe she was going to beat him to it, taking that same thumb in her mouth and sucking. His breath hitches. Something akin to a growl ripples along his chest.
“Naughty girl,” he says, and kisses her fiercely. He moans into it, the touch of her soft tongue like heaven. God, she really was an angel. His foot taps at her ankles, an indication to spread her legs which she does. Then an arm crosses her back to hold her steady while his right hand departs her face and skims down the valley of her clothed breasts to cup at the hotspot between her thighs. “Were you waiting for this?” At the realization of a growing dampness there and the squish-sound of her slick, he exhales a huff of a breath. “Tell me, did you touch yourself before I came home? Or did you do it just now? Feign sleep, face in the pillow so that I wouldn’t hear you get away with pleasuring yourself without me?” A sharp tsk pierces the quietude of night. “Such a bad girl,” he coos darkly, dragging a finger from her clit to her pulsing opening several times until he focuses his attention on the pearl that he couldn’t wait to glisten with his spit. Shivers wash over him at her whimpers. “Did you cum a lot, darling? What were you imagining? Do you think I can outdo you, pretty? If you’re honest, I can throw in a reward.” He takes her hand, knees weak at the way she squeezes his length upon immediately touching it. The little minx. “Fuck, I need you,” he says, near breathless in her ear, hips against hers. “Can I? Please?”
“Can you what, Nanami?” she teases, leaning forward to mouth at his pecs. As her tongue follows a vein up his neck, he tightens the leisure circles he previously made around her clit and elicits a strangled yelp-moan from her throat. Close to her ear that he flutters brief kisses over, he says, “Can I see how beautifully your body moves when I touch you this way?” He pulls his shirt up off her head and finally takes a pert nipple between his lips. She’s adorable, tilting her head and sighing at the attention he lavishes over just her chest. Then, as he places wet kisses over her stomach, he looks up at her while taking ahold of the waistband of her undies with his teeth, just to snap it back with a smirk and make her flinch.
“You’re so wet, dearest. Listen to you…” He grinds his middle and ring finger roughly along her slit once more, her body bowing in response, hand grasping the juncture between his neck and broad shoulder. “Oh, how irresistible. You want me here? You need me here, don’t you? Alright. Allow me to spoil you.” And spoil her he did.
Adorable underwear around one of her ankles, thighs cushioning the sides of Nanami’s head, she’s panting and pinned to the countertop’s edge by her lover’s sturdy hand splayed over her torso while he devours her with relish. The pressure he puts there does not help, it simply speeds up her climax as she imagines him pressing down there once he’s sheathed inside of her. The bulge has always been obvious. And he never fails to mention how she nestles him so sweetly there.
Her legs tremble when his tongue pairs up with his fingers, scissoring her open and tapping against the spot that takes her breath away. Easily, his name is whispered and whined into the air, hinting at the desperation for release. So Nanami slows down. He takes his fingers out, blows at the quivering bud before him and cleans up her essence with his mouth, all while gazing at her. “Not just yet. I want to savour you a little more.” He marks her inner thighs in a maddeningly slow manner. Squeezes her ass. Traces the bends of her knees with the tip of his nail. Once he hears her whimper, he praises her for her patience and tells her to hold on to him. She finds herself crying out at the sensation of his tongue entering her, the vibration of his moan sending the wave that was gradually building to crest over as she climaxes.
“That’s it, lovely, that’s it.” Nanami smiles adoringly before pumping his cock with his hand hastily. He fumbles for his wallet in his pocket and pulls out a foil. Upon rolling the condom on, he stands up to hoist his lover on top of the counter, then slides inside her fluttering walls. “Fuuuck, that feels good.” The clench of them around him sends a burst of euphoria along his spine. His line of vision drops down, strands of his hair falling to caress his high cheekbones. He simpers. “Look, you’re taking me, ah, so well.” He draws back and thrusts deep. “Just like you always do, mmph, just like I know you, hah, always, nngh, do, god, I’m so lucky to be with you.” Taking another safety precaution, he carries her to the bedroom. Each step is basically a thrust, by the time she feels the cool blankets, she’s saying she’s close again.
“I can tell from the way you can’t seem to let go of me,” Nanami chuckles. “Now, let’s have ourselves a satisfying night, shall we?”