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Power cuts sucked.
Lighting another candle, you shuffled through the darkening room, quickly setting as many candles alight as possible so you both weren't walking around blindly in a bit. Mace was doing the same, the sweet scents filling the air, cloying and hazing the mind as you breathed it in.
Once done, you flopped down onto the bed, star-fishing, a hand dangling off the side of the bed as you stared at the ceiling, watching the shadows cast by the setting sun outside fade as it became darker and darker outside.
The mattress dipped as Mace laid down with you, grunting quietly as he got comfortable on his side, facing you. Your husband eyed your features in the fading light, enchanted by you no matter how many times he'd seen you.
“You're pretty.” He murmurs softly. It makes you smile.
“Yeah?” A soft laugh. “You always tell me so.”
“‘Cus it's true.” He says, leaning over to press a kiss to your eyebrow. Then lower, lips brushing your eyelid. He keeps kissing your face, inching his way down to your lips.
When they finally reached yours, he kissed you fully, deeply, lips moving against yours with a thorough slowness. It made something warm blossom between your ribs, something aching, and you kissed back just as thoroughly, reacquainting yourself with your other half after what felt like forever apart.
Every time he walked through that door in his uniform you didn't know when he'd be back or if he even would come back. So every moment together was treated with reverence, every single, little thing savoured for the piece of heaven that it was.
Lips clicking together in the quiet of your room, you pressed closer to his body, a soft sound slipping past your lips as you felt the strength beneath your palms, his own hands finding their way onto your back and pulling you closer, fingertips digging into skin and muscle possessively.
“Marcel–” you gasp, name muffled by his tongue slipping into your mouth.
He groaned, licking at your teeth then sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, biting gently. “Fuckin’ love the way you say my name, baby. Go on, say it again.”
A whine escapes you at his tone, shivers wracking your body. “Marcel, please…”
He groans again, beginning to kiss along your jaw in soft, wet clicks, each kiss echoing in your eyes, further dragging you under into that haze of lust and want.
Mace kisses at your arms, making his way down to your wrist where he pecks the pulse, feeling the thrum of your lifeblood flowing through you against his lips; then he presses an open mouthed kiss to your palm, holding your gaze in the dim light.
He nuzzles into your open palm, splaying your fingers apart with his own, then interlocking them, squeezing. Your heart squeezes along with it.
“Mace, baby…”
The words fade as he leans over you once more, mouth capturing yours in a wet, hot kiss.
It drags on for a while, long enough for the world outside to become completely dark. And by then, you've both switched on to dry humping, his hips slotted between your thighs as he grinded against you, one big hand cradling your cheek, thumb popped into your mouth so you couldn't hide any of those little sounds of yours from him.
With a particularly harsh grind directly against your clit, your thighs shook like crazy, a warbled cry leaving you.
“Oh, that's it, sug.” He says, pushing your shirt up to paw at your waist and chest and tummy. “There we go, feels good, yeah?”
You nodded, uh-huh’ing at him as you sucked on his thumb like the precious baby you were. It makes him coo down at you, popping his thumb out to your displeasure, rubbing the shiny digit back and forth across your lower lip, puffy from all the kissing.
“There, there, sweetheart.” He says, prying your mouth further open, giving you another finger to suck on, the digit petting your tongue as you swirled it around his finger, tasting the slight tang of his flesh. “That's all you needed, huh? Something to suck on? Yeah, I know you like sucking on things, dirty little…”
His words trailed off in a growl as he watched with dark eyes as you lapped at his fingers, drool dripping down your chin, smeared into his palm, sticky between his fingers. It makes him hum, pleased by the sight of you, all messy and ruined from so little.
You lightly gnawed on his fingers, the pads becoming pruny against your tongue. The taste of his skin was rich on your tongue, something you could get addicted to– if you weren't already.
As you lost yourself in that comfortable haze, Mace reached over for something, fingers still nestled on your tongue.
“Baby? Hey, hey.” He caught your attention, tapping your tongue repeatedly until you blinked, humming up at him. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers, dripping with spit. “Wanna try something?” He asks, eagerness clear in his voice.
Looking at what he held in his hand, you huffed knowingly.
“You know that's more your thing than mine.” You say as you clear your throat, watching as your point was proven when Mace tipped the candle slightly, wax dripping onto his wrist.
He hisses, but doesn't recoil.
“Masochist.” You taunt.
Mace just grins. “Loud and proud, sugar.”
Sighing, you eye the hardened wax on his skin, considering it. Then, with little fanfare, take your shirt off, throwing it to the floor.
“How much will it hurt?” You ask, laying back nervously. You trust him, but still.
“It fades real quick, sug.” He assures, cupping your cheek, thumb pressing at your lips. “And if it hurts too much, just bite.”
“Okay…” You murmur, kissing the pad of his thumb, watching the small flame of the candle flicker, the pale green wax pooling at the top. Then he tips it over, and a small drop lands between your breasts.
You hiss, then relax as the sting fades.
“That… wasn't so bad.” You say, glancing up at Mace who smiles at you proudly.
“Took it like a champ.” He says, and you scoff, shaking your head.
“It wasn't anything to be proud of.”
He makes a disagreeing sound. “You don't like pain like I do, yet you still took it.” He says, petting your bottom lip. “My precious baby, all sweet and brave.” He drawls in a low tone, heated, tipping the candle again. Your breath hitches as more drips onto you, sliding down between the valley of your breasts, scorching a path down your abdomen as it hits your stomach.
He watches your belly flex and suck inwards at the brief hot sting, but all you do is shudder and exhale shakily.
He eyes the sight in the dim lighting, humming. Pretty, he thinks, the pale green stark against your skin, such a lovely shade…
Another spill, a small gasp. His gaze shoots up to catch the sight of tears in your eyes, and Mace nearly comes undone then and there.
Shiny, wet eyes reflect the light, making your eyes pop, brighter and more beautiful than usual. And when you look up at him? Eyes soft and eyelashes clumped together with tears? A single tear slipping down your cheek like something out a damn movie?
“Shit, baby…” Mace breathes, unable to control the way he reacts, cock leaking in his sweatpants and heart pounding like crazy. He quickly set the candle aside to take his own clothes off, needing to feel you.
He tugged your own pants off for you, eyeing your dewy cunt with hunger. He growls, leaning down to lick a strip up its length.
“Mmm, fuckin’ perfect, sug.” He says, cock hanging hard between his thighs, creamy and aching for you. And when you suck on the tip of his thumb? It goes straight to his dick, and it drips right on your mound, not too dissimilar to the wax from before.
Shiny eyes darting to the candle, you make a muffled sound as he hooks his thumb into your cheek. “Can I do it too?” You ask, sniffling as another tear trickles down your face.
“Abso-fucking-lutely, babe.” He says breathlessly, watching you reach for the candle. Mace stays still as you sit up, his hands helping you as you keep the candle steady. “Where do you want to do it?”
You hum, eyeing him over. “Can I…?” You stroke down his chest, feeling his scars.
He shudders, nodding.
As he leans back a tiny bit, you tip the candle over, wax spilling down his chest in thick, long rivulets, hardening almost instantly. He groans, long and deep, tilting his head back as his cock flexes, hitting against your hip a bit as he breathes through the slight burn.
When he opens his eyes, he sees you watching him, eyes still shiny. He smiles and sees you relax. Precious, he thinks.
Reaching down, Mace gives his cock a squeeze, guiding the tip to your folds, rubbing it through your slick petals. “You're so wet… do you like playing with wax, sugar?” He asks quietly, watching your thigh muscles flex and breasts heave with each breath.
“I-I think so.”
“Mmm,” he strokes up your thigh, giving your ass a squeeze. “Wanna pour again?” He asks, silently eager for it.
You nod, giving his pec a squeeze, plucking his nipple. “Can I do it on your dick?” You ask curiously.
He moans softly. “Fuck yes. Please.”
“Okay.” You murmur softly, smiling a bit as you tip the candle over his stomach. You watch it flex and shrink away from the sensation, green trailing down to the base of his cock.
“O-ohh, oh fuck–” he gasps, stilling, and then your feel something splatter against your pussy lips and inner thighs. You watch in awe as your husband cums from just that, shuddering through his orgasm until he's left sighing, relaxed.
He pants, and you just stare, entranced.
Clearing his throat once he catches his breath, Mace swallows. “That was new.” He said a little shyly.
You stare at him some more.
“… do you think you can do that again?”
He blinked, then looked down at your soft cunt.
“Do you think you can?”