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001: love you can taste
“...You’re thinking,” she observes as they’re in bed together.
“I am,” he replies, kissing her neck, taking in the scent of her perfume.
“Anything in particular?”
Loid sighs as he leans back, straddling either side of her hips, the soft-knit fabric of her jumper a soothing presence.
“No, not really. Just…work,” he says and hopes she understands that…there are things he wants to tell her, but simply cannot, and so he doesn’t.
And Yor seems to, judging by the way she nods slowly, considering his words as she fidgets with the cuffs of her sleeves. Neither of them make it a habit to pry into each other’s work lives (and he certainly hasn’t, not since that brief episode a year into their marriage).
“Is there…” Yor starts.
“Hm?”
“Is there anything I can do to help?” she asks.
“No—” he starts, only to find her hand splayed on his broad chest.
“Yes,” he ends up saying.
Her fingers dance along his skin.
“Yes?” she prompts.
Fingers trail down, teasing the hem of his t-shirt.
“Yes…” he repeats.
Yor hums. “What can I do for you?”
“I—”
Yor slides down to tease the waistband of his boxer briefs.
Loid stops himself. He’s always prided himself on his ability to make split-second decisions, yet now…
“Come here,” she says, making that decision for him.
He follows her lead. He leans in, kissing her softly as her thumb hooks over the waistband and starts to tug down impatiently. Loid lets her, lets her strip him bare, expose him in ways he would never dream of.
His cock juts out, hard and heavy with arousal. It’s easy, almost too easy, to get him like this, with her hand curled around him, spreading pre-cum along his shaft.
Then, quite without warning, Yor pulls up her jumper so that it just rides up to her collarbones, exposing her beautiful heaving chest, her perky pink nipples and his hard cock right between them.
“Oh,” he says plainly.
Yor takes his hands, too, and…places them on her firm, full breasts. Loid squeezes on instinct, and she pushes back against the pillows.
“Oh, that’s nice,” she says quietly; confidently.
He tweaks a nipple out of curiosity.
“Mm, harder ,” she urges him.
He pinches them both harder and Yor tips her head back in a moan.
“Very good. Yes. Like that.”
He feels a shiver go up his spine at those words (tries not to question it too much). Yor looks down, looks down at him working her nipples, squeezing them, rolling and pinching. Her fingers are on top of his, guiding him again. Only this time, she makes a tugging motion.
“Oh.”
And then she pushes her breasts together, enveloping him completely.
…In that moment, Loid throws all caution to the brisk night air. He steadies his hands on the headboard, hips rocking against her a little, coaxing her. Not that Yor needs any.
Yor doesn’t do much work; doesn’t have to. Loid watches, mesmerised as though she’d put him under a spell. She pushes her breasts together, palms pressing inward where his throbbing cock rests. Then she moves outward. In, and then out. In. Out. In. Out.
And…it feels good. Very good. He grips the headboard a little tighter with one hand as the other comes down to caress her cheek. He realises he’s playing right into her hand, has fallen right into her trap and…
Yor takes him in her mouth. He groans at how hot, how wet it feels, how gentle she is. It’s too late to get out now (not that he wants to). It doesn’t help either how she moans at the sight of him and it’s maddening how he can feel the vibrations in her chest, along the length of his cock.
“ Fuck ,” he swears, moan breaking off as he thrusts forward into the warm embrace.
That only encourages her further and he watches as her tongue works the head of his cock, swirling around it, wet and sloppy, as she wraps her plush lips around him and moans so softly before she—
She sucks him off now, bobbing gently up and down the head of his cock, humming to herself, and looking straight up at him. Loid’s hand at her cheek drops down to the back of her head, getting tangled in her hair.
“Yor…” he groans, and thrusts against the plushness of her breasts. She takes more of him in, hollowing out her cheeks, drawing him out.
“Yor, you…”
She works him harder, sucking him off even harder, the pressure bordering on unbearable as she moans again, with her breasts practically bouncing up and down his cock.
“Yor, I —”
Loid shudders as he pulls back just in time to meet his release, moan swallowing up the rest of his sentence. He cums over her face and chest. Yor helps him out too, placing her hand over his, stroking him, coaxing him, her tongue swiping away what she can as he empties out what’s left.
Then he collapses with a low groan. Utterly spent and utterly defeated.
He rests against her plush chest afterwards, burying his face in it.
“Better?” she asks a moment later.
“Yes, much better,” he replies, lifting his head. “...Thank you.”
Then he catches a glint of something in her eyes, in spite of that blush on her cheeks.
A hint of… more.
And as Loid takes her nipple into his mouth and as Yor’s hands tug on his hair, he thinks, really, who is he to deny his wife such simple pleasures…?