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"The food was really tasty," Yor compliments. "Thank you."
"I'm glad you liked it." Loid dries his hands and smiles at Yor.
They've just finished cleaning up after dinner. Loid joins Yor in leaning back on the counter after a hectic day.
"I forgot to pick up groceries on my way back," Yor remembers.
"No worries, I'll get them tomorrow. And I'll make an even tastier dinner."
Yor turns to face Loid, taking a step towards him and placing her arms on his shoulders. He brings his own arms around her too.
She's making a cute pouty face, asking for a kiss. Loid obliges, giving her a little peck that makes them both giggle.
"Your dinners are always tasty," Yor reassures him.
"Yeah? Thank you, Yor."
Another peck.
"You look beautiful as always," he whispers, a smile on his face.
"You're looking good, too," Yor hums, playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck.
She pulls him down for another kiss, more than just a peck this time. Loid's embrace grows tighter, shivering at the light touch of Yor's nails grazing against his neck.
"You tired?" Yor asks between kisses.
"No," Loid replies a little quicker than he'd intended.
Their lips lock again, savoring a slow, intimate kiss. A moment later, Yor pulls away just enough to look her husband in the eyes. "Bedroom? Anya might come out."
"Mhm… You're right."
Once in their room, Loid shuts the door and follows Yor to sit on the edge of their bed. They lean in to kiss once more, two hands meeting on top of each other next to them. Loid uses his free hand to gently tilt Yor's head, allowing him to kiss her jaw, down to her neck. Yor encourages him, placing her free hand in his hair, gently guiding him down her neck. When her hand moves down to his shoulder, Loid takes the cue and carefully pushes her on her back, hovering over her to continue kissing her.
Slowly, his hand makes its way down to the hem of her shirt, playing with the edges, a silent request for permission. Yor notices this.
"Want something?" she says.
"You. If I may." His voice is breathy from the feeling of Yor's warm skin against his lips.
She giggles at how adorable and sultry he sounds all at once.
"I'm all yours," she tells him, smile clear in her voice.
Loid sucks at her skin, relishing in her quiet sighs with every soft graze of his teeth. His hand begins pushing Yor's shirt up, slowly, taking his time. He doesn't like to rush, likes to take his time taking in his wife's beauty for as long as he can.
He begins moving down, kissing her collarbone while his hand snakes up under her shirt, cupping her breast, caressing. His lips move further down to her now exposed stomach. He savours every touch to her skin, his other hand coming down to her hips, his thumb caressing where her torso meets her thighs
Yor loves how gentle Loid is, always so careful and caring, love pouring out of him at every point of contact. She exhales at the warmth engulfing her, both physically and emotionally.
"Love, I want to make you feel good," Loid whispers against her skin.
"Yeah? How so?" Yor teases, her own words a breathless whisper.
Loid's fingers toy with the waistband of her pants.
After a moment, he says, "Can I go down on you?"
A little laugh escapes Yor, a sound that makes Loid's heart triple in speed. "Hm…" she pretends to think. In reality, she wants nothing more than to have her loving husband go down on her, but she loves seeing him beg for it first.
"Please, I'll make you feel so good," Loid almost groans against her skin.
Yor brings her other hand down to gently hold Loids jaw, making him look up at her.
"Don't disappoint me," she murmurs and smiles at him. Loid almost comes on the spot, held back only by a sliver of self control. He can only whimper in response.
When Yor lets go, he mourns the loss of her firm hand, but wastes no time getting to work. Slowly pulling her pants down, he leaves a trail of kisses where her thighs become exposed. Once her pants are completely off, he works his way back up her legs, leaving little nibbles along her inner thighs, her faint sighs fueling his desire to make every second pleasurable.
His agonizingly slow pace makes Yor whine in anticipation. Soon, she can feel his hot breath against her most sensitive parts through the fabric of her underwear, making her impatient. She runs a hand through Loids hair, prompting him to get closer, and it works. Yor's fingers on his scalp make his mind race. Not wanting to waste any time, he pushes aside the fabric hiding her, running his thumb along her already wet folds, torn between placing his mouth against her to taste her straight away, and wanting to enjoy the sight in front of him first. After a moment of admiration, he decides not to leave his beloved waiting any longer, and he gets right to work.
Yor can’t help but look down at him, and she wants to permanently embed the image before her in her mind: Loid between her legs, lying on his stomach, face down and mouth hard at work, only looking up to meet her eyes every once in a while to make sure she’s enjoying it. She never gets tired of seeing him like this; this man so eager to please her.
He licks and sucks expertly, purposely ignoring her clitoris for some time, just to hear her whines of frustration at being so close yet so far. Then when he gives her swollen clitoris the attention it needs, her moans of pleasure, he thinks to himself, would be enough to sustain his life forever. Wanting to perform his best for his wife. He relishes in the heavenly taste that is Yor's wetness, the involuntary jerks of her fingers in his hair motivating him to keep going. When he's down there, senses taken over by only Yor, all he wants is to please and obey. He wants to be the best for her, make her forget her troubles and only know bliss.
Broken sentences cut off by sharp inhales escape her lips. The sound of his name spilling out of her mouth makes his cock ache in the confines of his pants. Loid can feel himself on the verge of tipping over the edge, and it's taking everything in him to hold back from coming in his pants. He can't. Not before Yor. His priority is always Yor. He sucks on her swollen clit, two fingers rubbing inside her in precise motions. The beautiful sounds coming from her could quench his thirst in the toughest of droughts.
When she comes, he's still not done. She's gripping his hair with more force, asking him not to stop. And he wouldn't dream of it.
The sweet, delicious pain of focusing only on Yor and giving no attention to his erection, consumes him.
"Feels so good," Yor praises him, causing an involuntary moan to escape Loid’s lips. "So good for me."
"Only for you," he mumbles in between strokes of his tongue. He is hers and only hers.
Yor's breath turns ragged, and Loid knows she's close again. He needs to get her there like his life depends on it.
"Don't stop, pretty," Yor pleas.
"Mmh," is all he can get out. He thinks he's about to lose it.
When she comes again, Loid sucks her through it, and he would've happily carried on, but she tilts his head up by his hair and breathlessly asks for a kiss. He obliges, licking his lips and crawling up to where she is, sealing his lips with hers. The embarrassing growth in his pants rubs against Yor's crotch, making itself known.
With her lips still moving against Loid's, she snakes a hand down to where she feels him throbbing. He sucks in a breath, moaning into the kiss at Yor's faint touch through his pants. He needs more. He needs Yor.
"Yor, please," he breathes. "Please."
"Please what?" she teases and smiles into the kiss.
Loid doesn't really know what he's begging for. He wants to come, with her touch, and with her permission. He wants her praise, but most of all, he wants to deserve it.
"Did I do good?" he whines against Yor's lips in between hot kisses. "Did I make you feel good?"
"Mm, you made me feel so good, love," she expresses. "Always so good for me."
Loid groans. He has to stop himself from bucking his hips against her.
She palms his straining erection through the layers of fabric, enjoying the way it twitches.
He's a panting mess, that sweet, sweet friction overwhelming yet barely enough, leaving sloppy kisses on Yor's neck and trying his hardest to stay still for her.
Her fingers make their way under the waistband of his pants. Even through his underwear, the touch is electrifying. He sucks in a sharp breath when Yor begins to stroke his hardness.
"It's yours," he moans. "My cock is… ah… yours." Use it how you want, he wants to say, but the words get stuck in his throat when Yor picks up her pace and begins rhythmically stroking against his length.
Her free hand moves up his back, finding its way under his shirt and caressing his hot, flushed skin. He's still hovering above her, but it doesn’t take long for all strength to leave his body, dropping his weight beside his lover so as not to crush her.
Loid swears, on the brink of coming just from her touch. He can't. Not yet. But the hand on his back is leaving shivers in its wake, making him feel so, so close to Yor.
"So cute…" Yor muses. "You're so desperate, aren't you?” The hand on his crotch doesn’t slow down.
“Mhm,” he moans, a string of incoherent words following it.
“Should I let you come?"
Loid is seconds away from losing it. A strained whine leaves his lips. If she says another word, her voice alone will make him come.
"Please," is all he can manage. Yor's hand picks up its pace.
"Okay, since you've been so good," Yor murmurs. "I think you deserve it." She places a kiss on his jaw.
Loid wants to scream. His heart grows ten times bigger at the knowledge that he pleased his wife, that he was good for her.
"Really?"
"Really."
Precum is leaking from his cock, creating an embarrassing wet spot on his underwear
"Ah… can't…" Loid tries and fails to speak.
"You're so cute when you're like this," Yor whispers in his ear. Seeing her normally confident, self-assured husband get so whiny and desperate is a sight she relishes in every single time.
Her hand on his back moves to his chin, tilting his head up slightly so she can see his face. He looks her right in her eyes, a silent plea, skin flushed red and lips parted, panting. She wants to kiss his fucked-out face, but the hard cock beneath her hand demands her attention first.
Satisfied that she's teased him enough, she picks up the pace once more, her hot breath hitting his cheek.
"Come for me, love."
Loid doesn't have to be told twice. In an instant, his body reacts to Yor's words, her name spilling from his lips in breathy whines as he soils his underwear with his come. Yor strokes him through his orgasm, pride swelling in her chest at getting Loid to such a state. His words come out as broken sobs, his fingers gripping any part of Yor they can reach, wanting her as close as possible.
"There you go," She whispers, caressing him. "Good boy."
Loid's head is full of only Yor. Overcome with affection, he wraps his arms around her tightly, resting his head on her chest and feeling her heartbeat. He wants her warmth to engulf him and hide him from the world. And it does. He holds onto Yor like his life depends on it as he comes down from his climax. Yor does the same, embracing her lover, their chests rising and falling against each other.
"You did so good, pretty. Thank you," Yor tells him while gently stroking his hair. "Always the best for me. I love you."
"I love you," Loid says, his eyes finding hers. They share a smile and snuggle closer. "You're everything to me."