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I had a drink or two. Okay, maybe I had a few drinks—but who cared? I was now married to the hottest guy on the planet, and I was happy. Like really, really happy.
As soon as the door to our bedroom was closed, I found myself being pressed into it, Veldora rubbing his fingers against my scalp, the sensation making my spine melt and my insides turn liquid with pleasure.
"Mmm, you keep doing that, and I'll be literal jello in your hands."
"That’s the plan, my husband," he exhaled, his mouth hovering over mine and his hands sunk on both sides of my head. I sighed at the demanding strike of tongue against mine. It was all at once sloppy and debauched.
"Say that last part again," I returned against his lips.
"My…" he whispered in ragged pants, and I was in no better condition. "…husband."
My other half, who remained beside me through everything.
My home who waited for me.
My love who keeps my pieces together.
My… "…Again."
"Hah! I like where this is going." He bit down on my lower lip. "My husband, you're my husband, you're my husband."
"Fuck," he drew breathy noises from me with a slow, filthy grind against my crotch. His hands roamed to my sides under the shirt, all the way to my lower back to caress the line of scar tissue there. "You already making good of what you promised during the dance?"
I could feel the way he smiled against my lips, and I didn’t have to see his whole face to know it was an absolutely wicked smirk.
"Hahhahhaa!" Fuck that smile. It was damn adorable, paired with that hearty laugh. "That’s right, and for starters… I want to see you squirm."
My eyes went wider at the words.
Without further warning, he took hold of my hips and spun me around and pressed my lower half against the top edge of a dresser. I stumbled, hands slamming on the mirror on top of it.
The dragon pressed his arousal against my ass, rocking into me so erotically that it managed to push over all of my resistances and made me softly moan. I gulped loudly when I saw his reflection. When we locked gazes, all I found in my husband’s eyes was lustful need, and it was almost enough to get me sobbing out loud.
Veldora continued to rock his hips, which in turn caused my hips to grind against the edge of the dresser. His hardness against my backside was making me all the more aroused.
He smiled wickedly when he caught my expression in the mirror.
I leaned into his chest, eyes focused on our reflections, staring as he gently coaxed my legs apart with his knee.
His hands moved and undid the buttons on my shirt, opening it wide and leaving all the goosebumps gathering on the skin of my stomach in plain view. I shivered from the touch and from the constant pressure on my privates, and became aware of the sensation that had started building low in my body, the white heat coiling, already far closer to the edge than I’d expected.
Then he pulled me away from the dresser just enough to glide my pants and underwear down to my knees, leaving my stiffening hanging momentarily in the air. When he pushed me back forward against the dresser, I had to tiptoe for my balls to land on top of it and not be squeezed between the edge and my thighs.
His eyes raked over my flushed face in the mirror, my heaving chest, my shivering thighs and the al dente noodle just above them, on display. "Look how beautiful you are like this." That infuriating smirk of his only served to turn me on more.
His hands skimmed the bare skin along my ribs. Over the just barely visible phantoms of chest muscles, his fingertips ghosting around my navel. "I wonder if I can make you come with just my thumb."
I gulped. He did not just say shit like that. We both knew Veldora most definitely could—he has before—yet the statement had me feeling all the more flustered.
I breathed out fluidly, and Veldora, still pinning me between him and the dresser, keeping a hand on my stomach, reached over for lube.
Just a few seconds later, a slick thumb traced the path between my ass cheeks all the way to my hole, his index and middle finger finding their resting place on my perineum, applying the slightest bit of pressure. His wet lips on my neck, drawing a long, soft whimper from my jaw.
Accompanied by a nib on my throat, his thumb pressed forward until it slid past the tight muscle, stopping with just the tip inside. He swirled it around in so delicious, slow circles that I was afraid that my stomach would drop.
Then the hand on my stomach rose and grabbed around my neck, the forearm pressing against my chest. I grabbed his wrist and elbow to make sure I didn't fall over when my legs would start shaking from what he was about to do.
"Ahh!" I loudly gasped, choking on my own spit as he pushed the thumb all the way in—notably quick—hitting its mark immediately. He did it with a force that would have lifted me in the air if I weren’t pinned down by his thighs. His grip around my neck tightened into a gentle choke hold as I writhed under his attack, causing my breathing to become restricted.
Shit... it was too much! "No no no, Vel, ah fuck, I can’t," I rambled, frantic, and tried to close my legs, but found that he had placed his feet between mine, effectively locking them a little more than shoulder-width apart.
"I know what you can take," he reminded me as I tried to suppress my moans. I failed at being quiet. I really should have cared about the sounds I was making, but that would have required thinking.
"Don’t worry." Veldora massaged my prostate, his brutal thumb pushing impossibly firmly on it. "I placed a sound barrier."
The pleasure was unrelenting, inescapable, but somehow even worse for its inevitability; his finger ran in tight, firm circles, ruthlessly targeting the small area instead of spreading the sensation over. "Veldora! Oh, ffff—fuck! Vel! Gods!"
I tried to spread my legs the opposite way, an attempt to shift the attack even slightly somewhere else, but the rolled-down trousers prevented that, acting as temporary chains.
The huge pleasure scared me, and I clawed at his forearm, desperate for something to cling onto. "Ahh! If you keep that up, I’ll–!" But it was too late to do anything to stop the oncoming climax.
I cried out as I exploded like fireworks, unable to stop it.
Veldora just cooed as the orgasm coursed through me, his finger firmly pressing against my prostate to keep it going for as long as possible. I shivered with every spurt that my little guy released, splattering all over the mirror.
My pink face stared me back, bangs stuck to my forehead, aghast that I could even make that much or that Veldora could so quickly force it out.
He took mercy on me, removing his finger gently, and I gasped out in relief and turned around to face the jerk. I was going to retaliate somehow, I swore as I tingled with aftershocks.
"That was… cheating. But, you know, two can play that game." I breathed out, cupping his cheek, but it sounded like a million miles away to my own ears. And he just shamelessly nuzzled against my palm.
"Strip," I commanded, before he could completely melt it into my skin.
He licked his lips, nodding once before he stripped his shirt off, throwing it haphazardly on the floor, the rest following quickly.
"Regretting marrying a disaster?" he asked, and it was a little too earnest behind his joking tone.
I shook my head and sighed, "No, you idiot."
"I love you."
"I love you more." I pointed towards the bed.
He grinned and lay down on it, right in the middle. "Impossible."
He was gorgeous, I knew that, but I felt it hit me again like a train to the chest. How effortlessly handsome he looked, especially like this.
And I get to keep him.
I grinned back as I took his wrists and guided them to the headboard of the bed frame. My face got mischievous as I fastened his wrists with [Universal Thread] and hooked them above his head.
He laughed. "Ooh, using some skills in the bedroom, huh? I approve!" He had a wild tint in his golden eyes, and the grin spread from ear to ear, exposing his fangs, and it was like a drug when I got him to smile like that. He was obviously enjoying this, maybe a little too much.
There was nothing more to say, was there? It had all been spoken already in that look.
I slowly stripped out of my own remaining clothes, and Veldora rolled onto his side to watch me, gaze caught on the revealed skin.
"You are so beautiful…" he blurted out, and I suddenly felt bashful and shy in his gaze. I answered by snaking on top of him,
His soft, tanned throat called me to it, and I gently cupped the back of his head in my hand, tilting his head back to expose it to my kisses.
"You’re mine," I whispered under his ear, my tongue trailing up the vein that appeared on his neck. "Mine." I bit down on it lightly while my fingertips ever so gently roamed his body, feeling every muscle he had from his jaw and biceps to his pecks and abs. I mean, how many strings of muscles were there even in his ridiculously defined abdominals? I could probably count every single one if the rest of him wasn’t so damn distracting. Like his breathy moans, they were a delightfully sweet nectar to my eardrums. Veldora wasn’t the more vocal of us in bed, and I considered it a true victory when I could pull those sounds from him.
Gradually, I amped up the sensations. Slowly but surely. I kept moving further and further down, placing open-mouthed kisses from his bare chest to his navel along the way until I was kissing his inner thighs.
I run my hands up them and his v-line, feeling the muscles jump beneath, deliberately avoiding his cock, a self-satisfied smirk on my face, enjoying the little shivers my nips send down his whole body.
Still smiling, I climbed and set my hips over his to directly sit on his abdomen, my knees on both sides of his waist. My breath caught at the feel of him underneath me, hard and ready.
I leaned slightly forward, placing my hands on his chest, my hips rolling in small circular movements. Both of us inhaled at the delicious friction between my ass cheeks.
His breaths turned to gasps in time with my slow and teasing movement, rocking back against me with desperation, trying to raise his waist to push against my pelvis, demanding to spear my insides. And I was as needy as he was. Couldn’t get enough.
Reaching behind, I took hold of his dick, pushing the tip against my hole and playing at the entrance because I knew it would drive him wild.
And it did, so much so that he begged, "Rimuru, Jellybean. Please, please… Please, let me fuck you."
The sound of the nickname whining through his perfect lips made me even more ravenous. My cock jerked against his abdomen as his hips unconsciously swayed from my slow movements.
"Yeah?" I breathed, forehead pressed to his. "But, it is unbearably hot to feel you fall apart under me."
The tendons in Veldora’s neck bulged, straining as he gritted his teeth to bite off the end of his low whine and panting hard through his nose.
But I didn’t undo the threads, not yet. Instead, I dug my knees more firmly into his hips, then finally allowed him to enter, and I didn't stop until I was fully saddled. Everything rubbed inside me perfectly, hitting every one of those spots that had me arching my back.
I rubbed my hand against my bumped-out stomach, feeling his whole length inside me. The pressure, the stretch, the familiar fit of him was beyond words.
I rolled my hips because I couldn’t help myself.
He sobbed my name like a mantra, tears peeking from the corners of his eyes and wetting his eyelashes. Feeling even more mischievous, I slowly clenched my sphincter muscle and heard a responding choked-off noise from him.
Then I started slowly moving, up and down, almost bringing him to ecstasy and then slowing down again. But just when I knew he couldn’t take any more, I stopped. The noise he made was both cute and hot—only he could manage something between a confused squeak and a disappointed moan. "…that’s unfair. I want to—I need to touch you, please!"
Ah, well, I can’t say no to that face.
I untied his hands, and he immediately grabbed my head in an intense kiss. His tongue, swirling nimbly in my mouth, made me feel like he was about to devour me. Perfect, hungry, and absolutely greedy.
One of his hands wandered below my stomach, firmly took hold of me, and started pumping me with such deliciously long strokes that my body automatically started moving again at the same frequency. Clever bastard. The perfect synchronisation made me feel lighter than a feather, completely and totally weightless in the waves of sensation. The pleasure became asphyxiating.
"Ach!" I whimpered out, nearly screamed, because right when I was nearing, he squeezed hard on the base of my dick—almost painfully so, now preventing me from reaching the high. I should have seen that coming.
Veldora initiated a shift in our positions. Lips locked with mine, he guided my back to the sheets, then pushed into me. He thrust harder, so deep with this angle that I might have been screaming, might have been sobbing.
His hand added pressure on my stomach, while the other continued stroking me, setting a rhythm that had me arching from every long thrust of his hips, again and again and again.
Then an electric current set my already overloading nerves alight, instantly snapping me back to reality. Every time he thrust in, a jolt of lightning burst, causing me to bestow him sweet cries. Damn it, I was supposed to be immune to electricity.
"fuckfuckfuck- Vel! Ah!" I blabbered, eyes rolling to the back of my head in this pleasure-induced delirium. Any coherent words escaped me, though. Not that I would have the capacity in my lungs to even speak them, let alone breathe air in. The electric signals pulsating inside me locked my abdominal muscles and diaphragm in a continuous artificial crunch.
It felt good. Too good. Like my brain had been dipped in honey and electricity.
It didn’t stop, and I didn’t want it to. In fact, I was pretty sure stopping might have killed me. It just got better, hotter, sweeter, and tighter. So tight that it bordered on pain, white-hot and uncontrollable. My amygdala kept firing, and I imagined this was what a hard substance-induced high would feel like.
Shock after shock continually exploded inside me, in my stomach, in my lungs, in the back of my skull. There was no point in stopping it any more; my orgasm was definitely coming.
My thighs locked, then trembled. Last attempts at gasping for breath were muffled by Veldora’s lips as he pounded me. My fingers gripped his hair and nape tighter as he stroked my hypersensitive tip with the precise pressure he knew I liked, and I shattered. I completely flew apart at the seams as my release surged out all over our chests in arching sparks, and all I could do was clutch his shoulders and ride it out in blissful surrender.
His mouth swallowed my raw whimpers, and my spasming everything sent him over the edge, too.
He looked as shocked and as enthralled as I felt as he collapsed next to me, still inside me.
I held him tight, our chests heaving in the aftermath of what could only be described as complete and utter bliss as I rested my head against his chest, listening to the accelerated beat of his heart.
"You okay?" he whispered and brushed a strand of hair from my face.
"More than okay," I whispered back, lips curling into a soft smile, holding onto his hug.
"Then, we’re definitely doing that again."
I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t wipe the smile. "What, you’re not gonna let me rest for even a second?"
"No," he said, pressing a kiss to my temple. "You don’t get to breathe this night, like I promised."