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How are you dead exhausted, yet can't seem to fall asleep?
Soul sickness is a… bitch, every Reaper who's had the misfortune to experience it can tell you that much.
You included, hence why you feel a dull ache passing through your bones and muscles, crawling under every skin layer like a prickly wave.
It's pulling at you, unpleasantly flowing and for a moment you can feel yourself swaying, vision tilting and shaking at times as the remaining aftermath from the nauseating headache you've had to push through yesterday faintly lingers.
Whatever. You're feeling better. Better than a few hours ago, at the very least.
Huffing a cold breath, turning away from the sight of the Underworld visible from the crack of the drawn curtains, your cheek smushes further into the soft, yet solid chest of your dear reaper-in-crime sleeping comfortably in the pile of pillows.
Such an adorable princess he is.
The corners of your lips curl upwards in a grin, your hands move from hugging around his waist up to the inside of his hoodie towards his pecs.
Nine hells. Sure, he's been making visible progress with his bulk, but… you haven't noticed it's been this much over the past few months.
You've obviously been spending too much time in the mortal realm, at times coming back to the Underworld for a few days for rest before returning to the hectic schedule that's suddenly been packed.
You didn't even have enough time to have dates with Atlas at the time, sharing quick kisses and words in between the shared workload of reaping. No wonder your souls tipped towards the light so much.
Atlas slightly shifts, his hand that rests over your hip pulls you closer as his grip tightens, the pads of his fingers sinking into your skin in a gentle manner. He groans, your name following in a hushed, questioning tone while his eyes try to locate your face in the dark of the shared bedroom, feeling the weight of it resting against his chest.
His other hand that was resting on the pillow moves to your face, with a feather-light touch trailing over your jaw and cheek. “Why’r you…awake?”
The cold tingles against you, making you lean into his touch further. Mindlessly, your own fingers trace shapes and lines into the skin of his chest, further pushing the hoodie he's wearing up to expose his stomach to the cold air of the room. The motion makes him stretch into it and his hand around your hip similarly starts to glide down your thighs, trailing the hem of your sleep shorts. The blanket covering both of you slips further down your bodies and onto the floor.
With a sudden motion, he grips the underside of your ass and moves your body upwards with practiced ease to be level with him.
Rude. You like being the small spoon.
Although, the thought is discarded swiftly, too busy feeling your face heating up from the sudden blood rush as Atlas kisses your cheeks, nose and finally reaches down to your lips.
“M’ serious, you need to rest. Let your soul rebalance.”
“I know, just can't seem to do so.”
Another kiss is placed on the corner of your lips, his hands moving your body to fully rest on top of him. Locked in his embrace as his arms cross over your back and legs tangle together.
It makes you whine his name, earning a chuckle back and more kisses over your face and neck.
“Atlas…”
Grasping the sides of his head, you stop his movement. It's understandable he's craving your attention, and you've been missing him too. Extremely so. Which sounds ironic considering the two of you not only work, but also live together and are beside each other 24/7.
Your lips meet again, deeper than his kiss was, longer and more desperate. The sweetness of chocolate can be tasted as it lingers on his lips, and a hint of citrus, like an orange.
It's familiar.
Bastard ate your homemade pudding while you were bathing, didn't he?
Pulling away, ignoring Atlas' whines, your gaze locks with his, eyes sharply glaring into his confused ones.
To give him a hint, you swipe your thumb over his bottom lip, pressing the pad of it inside to the edge of his tongue and fangs while cooing how sweet he tastes.
Instantaneously, an imaginary sweat drop trails down his temple and his eyes widen for a moment.
“Baby, I'm sorry. I…there's sh…some lefth-”
“I was looking forward to two things when we returned back to the Underworld, the pudding was one of them.”
You don't pout or change your tone of voice. You speak like it's a fact and it makes Atlas nervous.
Clearing his throat once you retrieve your thumb out of his mouth, he asks what the other thing is.
The deflated look he gives at your answer of wanting to watch movies with him in bed while cuddling tugs at your heartstrings.
Assuring you're not angry or mad over it, carding your fingers over his soft hair in comfort, you feel how Atlas moves to hide his face in the crook of your neck to pepper short pecks in apology.
“It's fine, really. Atlas, sleep now. Your soul is unbalanced too.”
“No, I've been feeling how you toss and turn for hours.”
Shit. Maybe you should go sleep on the couch? You don’t want to ruin his rest.
Before you get the chance to move out of his embrace, Atlas takes hold of your thigh with his left hand and cradles your head with his right, in a swift and gentle motion turning you to the side, half laying you on your stomach.
You make a small yelp, trying to hold yourself up on your forearms while your back is pushed down, feeling the muscles of his torso against your spine.
As if the sudden manhandling wasn’t enough of a surprise, Atlas trails fluttering kisses over the nape of your neck, one hand moving under your head like a pillow and the other sneaking under your shirt, his pointer and middle finger tracing the skin over your waist.
“Relax. You’re shaking and I can see how tense you are.” Atlas slumps back into the pillows, cradling you closer to him again, back to chest. “We made it back, see?” To emphasize his point, his hand under your shirt slides out to rest on top of your hand on the mattress, holding it and tracing shapes over it.
As alive as a grim reaper can be.
But he's right, his cold body rests against yours, here in the comfort of the dark room.
A sliver of moonlight through the curtains offers just enough light inside to be able to see each other’s outlines. Although, even without the dim glow, the way Atlas soothingly trails his fingers back and forth over your body, his touch, it would be enough for you to know he's here with you.
Yet, you lay awake.
For some time, you don't move, locking your body in place so as to not disturb your partner's slumber again. Instead, you stare at the intertwined hands in front of you and listen to the sound of the Underworld life outside the window in hopes it will bore you to sleep.
It does not.
Just how much light did your soul absorb?
How long does it take for the excess light energy to leave the body?
Oh, god, how close to death were you?
It's been a few days, surely you should start to feel normal again?
Should you ask someone? Maybe 5012 could help?
Or even Casper?
The spiral of thoughts overtakes your mind, feeling an uncomfortable feverish wave pull at your cold body and hit you against an imaginary wall.
The white noise of the outside isn't calm and comforting anymore, it's loud and scratches against your ears.
No, no, no, no… everything's okay. I am fine, and Atlas is fine. This is our room. We're both alive. No one is dying.
Moving your head against the pillow and Atlas' outstretched arm, slightly shifting to be more comfortable on your side, an apology falls from your lips in a quiet murmur knowing you woke him up again.
He cuddles closer, your name muffled against your back in question, tone laced with worry as he notes how your body is eerily still. “... sweetheart, hey…”
Propping his torso up, Atlas stops for a moment, considering his next move.
“Do you need space? What can I do?”
“...just hold me…please. Like you were already.”
In seconds, you're engulfed into strong arms crossing over your chest, applying a comfortable amount of pressure where you feel it, but it doesn't feel suffocating. Enough to feel his weight against you like an anchor to keep you steady.
“What's keeping you awake? Hm, will you tell me?”
Nuzzling his head into your shoulder, letting his lips linger over the skin not covered by your shirt, Atlas keeps his hold on you, gently rocking both of you in a pacifying motion.
It calms your mind, not fully, but your soul feels steadier than it was. Although, the panic ruined any chances of you getting rest today. With a sigh, your head sinks deeper into the pillow and onto Atlas's shoulder. “Everything, I guess. It's scary to think we almost got our souls obliterated by light.” Grasping his arms, you lay every troubled thought you've had since returning to the Underworld. The fear, the pain, all of it and how the adrenaline refuses to leave you, thinking it's not over yet even when you're in the safest possible place right now, here in Atlas' arms, inside your shared apartment.
He stays quiet, listening to you and observing the tone shifts in your voice, the pauses in between words, the stimming movements you do with your hands against his arms…
And he doesn't need to comment or give a reply. Letting out your thoughts and feelings while he's there listening is enough for you, even your body realizes there is no fight or flight situation happening.
“Thank you.”
“Anytime, my love.” Atlas hums, a warm smile present on his face as you close your eyes. “We're a team, I always have your back.”
“Atlas!” Stifling a laugh at the bad joke, you have half a mind to turn around to playfully smack him as he squeezes you, his torso pressing into your back to accentuate his statement.
You do use your leg to kick into his, which he returns and the quiet moment turns into play fighting. Although, you can't do much since Atlas keeps you trapped in his embrace.
“This'll tire you out-”
The tingle of his arms over your sides has you squealing, wriggling your body to escape the tickling sensation, but Atlas is keen on holding you down. “-have you exhausted in no time!”
The two of you are rolling around on the mattress, trying to contain the laughter and giggling to not disturb the whole building. You get Atlas to stop his attack, the both of you still grinning at each other while in a tangle of limbs, laying side by side.
“This just made me more alert-”
Atlas chuckles, leaning down into a kiss to swallow your sentence before laying you back into the messed up sheets. Your legs are crossed one over another, one of his arms slithering under your pillow while the other drapes over your stomach.
Your hands are weightlessly sprawled on the mattress, smoothing out the wrinkled bedsheet.
“But seriously, babe, try to sleep.”
Settling into the bed, you playfully scoff at his words and tilt the back of your head into Atlas' chin. “Easy for you to say. I wish I had as much of a carefree attitude as you do.”
Hearing no reply or sound back, your head turns to check, stating how you meant it as a jest, but Atlas looks away from you.
You can't see his full expression in the half dark, but from the way his fingers trail over your shirt and stomach, he's nervous.
“...if you're still not feeling tired, I can…”
“Yeah?”
“I know, well…we both sleep pretty good after…you know?”
Oh. Right.
That is true.
“Atlas, are you offering to fuck me to sleep?”
As soon as you say it, he whines out a “Maybe.” and “If you feel like it.”
Then. “I get if this isn't the mood for it.”
And the more he goes on with his little rambles, the more aware you become of what your ass is backed up on.
It's been some time, not long, but the soul reaping has been cockblocking you and Atlas for a few weeks.
Perhaps it wasn't the soul sickness keeping you awake, but a bunch of pent up energy from the stress of the job.
With a rush of forwardness, you move your hips into him, making him shut up.
“Give it your best, princess.” You quip, feeling warmth spread to your face as you relax your body into Atlas, offering him the full reins.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Atlas…please.”
He's quick with his hands, using one to steady you by the hip while the other slithers up your shirt towards your chest. The pads of his fingers ghost over the valley in the middle of it, causing goosebumps to form over your skin. The feeling intensifies as his chin hooks over your shoulder, pressing quick pecks over your jaw and neck.
The hand on your hip sinks into your skin, applying slight pressure while his body moves in short intervals, rutting against you.
Small sighs and murmurs of pet names are shared between lips. The back and forth motion is already putting fluff into your mind, the kissing and touches making you feel pseudo drunk as they turn longer and deeper.
Atlas' hand cups one of your breasts, thumb circling around and over the nipple. Grunting as his rutting is returned with a challenging movement of your hips, a smirk graces his face as his other hand trails down to your stomach.
Slipping past your waistband, a breathy chuckle forms in his throat, whispering your name with a teasing tilt while spreading his fingers down your abdomen and lower.
Subconsciously, your thighs snap shut when his middle finger grazes your clit, spine arching into his stomach.
Atlas leaves a kiss to your cheek, manoeuvring movements of your body with his grasp.
He calls your name, catching your full attention while moving you to sit on his lap, one of his legs placed between your legs.
Twisting your torso, your hand drapes across his back and grasps his jaw, pulling him into a kiss turning messy.
Biting your lip, swiping it with his tongue. Small moans leave him, arching into your back, both hands moving over your skin and exposing your torso while the shirt is bunched up over your collar.
You follow his actions, slipping your fingers over the edge of his hoodie, pulling it up and breaking the kiss.
The shirt and hoodie are tugged off, thrown on the floor next to the blanket.
Not wasting time, Atlas gropes your breasts, his lips not leaving yours even as he mumbles small praises in between.
His other hand is back over your nether region, playing with your clit and gliding over your folds, pushing your remaining clothes down your thighs and legs, throwing them with the rest to the floor.
Continuing to flick and rub circles into you, Atlas whines as your hips grind harder over his dick. Your lips curve into a mischievous smile, biting his tongue, moving one of your hands clutching onto his back to the front, copying how he's fondling your breasts before pressing into the soft midriff, feeling the toned muscles underneath as Atlas sighs with a shudder.
His head rests over your shoulder, biting and sucking on the skin of your neck. His eyes follow the movement of your hands over his stomach, flickering back to your gaze before returning to look at how you tug at his lower clothes.
You quietly ask him to take them off, whining as his fingers start to tease past your slick folds.
Making a pleased sound, he licks the bite mark over your collar, rasping out a short laugh when you fold into him, pleasure shooting up your region as two fingers move inside you.
“You’re doing so good for me.” Curling his fingers, thumb grazing your clit, Atlas huffs with a smile hearing his name being moaned out from your mouth.
Continuing to stretch you open, leaving kisses and licks over your chest and neck and grinding his own hips into yours, your name is rasped out in between his sweet talk.
Looking into each other's eyes, he catches your lips, quickening his pace, applying more pressure and movement to your clit making you twitch and move away from the stimulation.
He just pulls you back down, groaning when your arms lock around his neck, hips meeting his.
“Fuck, look at you…” Swiping the clear slick over your folds, smearing it further over your clit, Atlas adds a third finger inside you, looking up at you with a lovesick gaze. “Can't get enough of you…”
“Atlas…s- hah…there-” Hissing, not being able to decide if you want to jerk your hips away or deeper into his hand, a swear leaves you feeling the warmth in your core spreading, tightening and overpowering every other sensation happening through your body.
“Ah…A-tlas-! F-mmh, that's it-” You can't take it anymore, the movement of his fingers, the touch of skin against skin, his voice.
“Yeah? Pretty, for me?” Grinding you against him, Atlas is bent on stimulating you in all the ways he can. Curling his cold fingers against that spot inside your warm walls, never forgetting about pressing circles around your clit, at times just cupping you to lift your hips and drop them down against his hard dick still covered by his shorts, the groans and pants he lets out against your breasts and neck, every damn word he speaks, every kiss and nip he leaves as a mark.
Sobbing out a harsh cry of his name, you clutch onto his torso like a lifeline as your mind blanks out, half conscious to hear him soothing and praising you.
“Atlas, fuck, oh hells-” Slumping against him, you keep tightening and relaxing your muscles without much control, watching as your thighs twitch against his.
Shutting your eyes, your hands move to hold onto Atlas' slowly and gently sliding out of you.
However, hearing him shudder out a swear, you open them. His eyes glint down, and you follow his trail of sight.
A sudden heat crawls up your skin again, biting your tongue as his fingers are connected to your still throbbing folds by the slick bridge of cum. The moonlight catches its glow against the fluid, the image downright erotic to both of you.
Maybe more so to Atlas, who you feel twitching against your back while hungrily swallowing the drool accumulating in his mouth.
“Good boy. So good for me…made me feel amazing.” You can't help but giggle, turning your head to press a wet kiss over his cheek. “Could fall asleep right this moment.”
Gripping your hips, Atlas wordlessly kisses you, sucking on your tongue. He leans into your touch, shivering the more your fingers get closer to his shorts, feeling the outline of his length as you reach inside.
He moans your name, rutting into your hand until you grip him.
Breathy whines and sighs fill the room as soon as you remove the last of his clothes, taking his hand covered in your cum and bringing it back to your dripping core, swiping as much as you can get into his palm.
“Mmhm…” Atlas watches his hand held in yours being brought to his dick, the coating of your cum being spread over his length with his own arm being led by you. Syllables of your name are broken down to small whines, his hips arching as small sparks of pleasure shoot through him.
“Haah…en-enough!” His eyes move from the sight of both your and his hand being covered in precum, panting as he looks at you.
‘Oh, fuck-” The intensity of your gaze, the desire and want pooling in the shine of your wide irises…it's too much for him.
Atlas grabs your jaw, kissing you deeply for a few moments, waiting for you to melt into it before he moves away.
“Ha…love, my pretty.” Licking the small drop of drool from the corner of your lips, Atlas's hands wrap around your waist. “Do you want to go further? Or I can clean you up and we can rest?”
Always so caring and giving, you give a soft smile back.
“Last I remember, I'm still not knocked asleep, Atlas.”
You feel his body shiver for a second, his hold tightening and then your head spins.
Face down in the pile of pillows, a rush of heat flows through your whole body as your hips are lifted up, held by strong hands. Your knees are digging into the soft mattress, making an indent with Atlas's own weight beside them.
Looking over your shoulder, slightly lifting your torso in the process, you think your body might've automatically just let more slick drip down your folds as Atlas' silhouette looks down on you.
His skin covered in a layer of sweat glows from the moonlight creeping through the curtains while his eyes tinted with the honey golden shade glimmer in the dark, staring at you in a daze.
“You…” Tracing his fingers over the skin of your thighs, Atlas shifts closer, his hips resting over the curve of your ass as his dick rubs over it.
“You're the best thing that's ever happened to me…”
“...Atlas? Love?”
He leans down, catching a quick kiss before he returns to his previous position. He chuckles at your dumbfounded face, his lovesick smile showing a glimpse of his fangs. “This okay?” Patting the side of your thighs, one of his hands moves to glide over the expanse of your back.
You nod, waiting for him to move, but he stays still.
Bucking your hips into his dick, eliciting a small moan from him, you groan when he still doesn't move.
What is he waiting for-
Ha. Atlas you…
“Yes, it's more than okay…c'mon already…move.”
Atlas hums, softly pinning your upper body into the sheets with one hand, while the other holds your hips up, moving away for a moment to grip himself and push the tip inside of you.
He does it slowly, his hand placed on your shoulder tenderly squeezing your skin with every inch he pushes inside your warmth. “H-hah…I don't tell you enough how- mmhm…ah hot you are.”
Your head is buried in the pillows, hiding your pleasure stricken face from him, panting and moaning his name in between. He's being gentle, working into you carefully, almost teasingly.
“Atlas…fuck me like you-”
A cry rips from your throat, your back arching in a perfect curve as the tip knocks against that sweet spot inside of you immediately afterwards.
You don't need to look back to know a satisfied smile is etched on Atlas.
He's buried to the hilt, hips snapped up against your ass. Swearing in between broken sighs, Atlas trusts a few more times, whining at the sensation of dragging his dick through the warm, slick ring of muscles.
His thrusts are slow, languid even. Giving your body time to adjust to the sudden protrusion.
Cold hands move from your shoulder and hips, roaming your body with interest. His pace picks up, gripping your hips to keep himself grounded.
“Oh, fuck, babe-”
His hips are pushing yours forward, knees digging into the mattress and further messing up the bedsheet with every pull and push.
Heavy breaths leave you with every drag you feel inside of you, hands reaching for anything to hold onto.
He's just started and he's already making a mess of you. It's frustrating how much your body craves his after just a few weeks of not…well, sleeping together. So sensitive that slow thrusts are enough for you to be halfway to your next orgasm?
“Haah, Atlas, Atl- f…fhhah-” Managing to lift your torso up onto your forearms, you turn to look up at him, swallowing another moan down as you catch sight of his glistening body.
“Atlas-” You feel incredibly flushed, feverish even as you try to move one of your arms holding you up. “Fuck!”
A breathy laugh follows his whine, another snap of his hips making both of you shudder in pleasure. He rasps out your name, caressing over your body as he leans forward, his back covering yours. “You-nhh…oh, you feel so good- haa-”
The trusts become merciless, deep, yet they convey the soft and loving message Atlas wants.
The pace is too much and your body gives out, falling completely into the sheets with a cry of his name. For a few moments, Atlas slows the rhythm, pressing a warm kiss over your back while his arms work your hips, gently laying them flat on the mattress with the rest of your body.
His voice is hushed, winded from the exertion he's subjecting both of you to.
“Gods, the things you make me feel…the things you make me…a-ah…make me do. Fuck, babe. You're gorgeous, you know that?”
His body, running feverishly hot now, rests on yours. You feel fluttering kisses traveling over your back, fingers traveling up your spine.
“Amazing, extraordinary…mine-”
Shallowly biting your nape, Atlas moves his body, resting his head onto your shoulder while his arms slither under you, holding himself on his forearms so he's not crushing you with his weight completely.
He gives one quick, deep thrust, settling you into the mattress further. Building it up to a hungry and unrelenting tempo, his voice doesn't stop spilling praise and worshipping words in between ragged breaths and moans.
The sheets under your bodies are getting pulled, gripped and messed up, soaking up more and more mix of sweat, drool and cum into its material.
Mind flooded with the sensation of pleasure, you swallow the pool of spit that piled up on your tongue while you were busy panting and loudly keening Atlas's name, calling him yours, telling him how good he is, pleading to not stop, to go deeper, harder-
His hand finds yours, pinning it onto the pillow next to your head, softly caressing your wrist and fingers.
A complete opposite to how he's currently rearranging your insides.
“Doin’ so good for me, babe. Can feel you-mmhg… so well…so warm-”
Another hit into your sweet spot has you clenching around him, chanting his name.
Atlas groans, keeping up his sharp pace while moving his arms to the front of your torso.
You don't notice it soon enough, mind gone in the clouds, as his biceps cross and lift both of you up.
The air is knocked out of him, loudly moaning your name as your hips slam down, thighs slapping against his lap with it.
He doesn't relent, keeping one arm over your chest, hand gripping your shoulder as his hips move.
His other hand moves down, gripping your hips, moving them in tandem with his thrusts.
Strangled grunts leave his mouth, trailing quick, messy pecks over your shoulder and neck, crying your name.
It's too much, the coil inside of you is about to snap any moment and you don't know if your body is trying to escape from the amount of stimulation or lean further into it.
If it weren't for Atlas holding onto your body with such fervor, you're sure it would be twitching even more than it is currently doing.
Leaning your head over his shoulder, grounding your mind by grasping his hand with both of yours, a drawn out moan turns broken as his other hand latches onto your clit, pressing on it.
“A-At…AH- Atlas…hha- Atlas-!”
A wet kiss is left over your jaw, deep groans and breaths leaving him as his pace turns sloppy, pulling you further into him with his arms, shuddering at the feeling of your walls closing in on him.
“D-did so well- hah, fuck…sweetheart, hells-”
His voice breaks, pitching high with a cry of your name.
A stray droplet of sweat slides down his temple, to your neck, traveling towards the combined mess the two of you made.
Heavy breathing fills the room. Atlas keeps his grip on you, feeling the erratic beat of your heart just as you feel his against your back.
You stay in the position for a few minutes, feeling the sensations, regaining cognitive function after the high, just letting the mixed cum flow out between your legs silently.
This is it. You're going to have the best sleep of your life after this.
Sighing as he pulls out, laying you down carefully, Atlas leans down to kiss you.
Gentle, airy, he smiles into it. Leaving your lips to latch onto your neck, biting into the skin then soothing the pain with licks of his tongue.
You still wonder how he did not get a tiger glamor with the amount of energy he has and the biting he does.
“Atlas, baby…” Lifting your hand to his head, you card your finger through the dark strands, chuckling as he leans forward, resting his head on your shoulder. His eyes gleam up at you, a silent question hanging in the air making you huff in amusement. “Good boy.”
A satisfied purr from him, waiting for more.
You pull him back to your lips, leaving a quick peck. “You were great, felt so good.” Another kiss, and another.
You're back to being pinned under his weight soon enough, kissing, biting and sucking on each other's lips, tongue and neck.
Soft sighs are shared between pecks, hands roaming over each other sweetly.
Atlas whines in a low tone, taking hold of your thigh, trailing his hand up and down the skin, smirking as he feels the muscles twitch with his touch. “Feeling better?”
Hooking your leg over his hip, his hand moves to swipe at your folds. The fluid glistens over his fingers, making him murmur a low swear before kissing you again. “Fuck- you're so hot-”
Between making out and Atlas' seemingly never-ending energy, it doesn't surprise you how quickly he recovers.
Cradling your face, a string of saliva keeps you connected as he leans away from your mouth.
“...haah…ah…” Gazing at you, Atlas brushes the sweat drop falling down your cheek, feeling the warmth on it. “I- Damn, sorry…I'll clean you up, bet you'll sleep like the dead after, huh?”
However, he doesn't get to move further before you lock both your legs around his hips, pulling him closer so you can wrap your arms behind his back, curling your fingers around the ends of his hair. “You know, Atlas, love…”
He gasps when you lean your hips up into his, grinding yourself into his dick, fully hard again. “I think I want another round.”
Stealing a quick kiss from his parted lips, you giggle at his flushed face half concealed in the dim moonlight.
“...if you're up for it, of course-”
He steals the kiss back, biting your lower lip and slipping his tongue into yours.
A small surprised noise leaves you as he lines up with your slick folds, coating his dick with the yet to dry cum and slowly pushing back inside you. You both moan, pleasure firing up inside your cores.
Atlas hauls your body closer to him, keeping your legs wrapped tightly around him. His forearms are holding him up, placed beside your head.
His breathing is short, sighing in content as he keeps his thrusts sharp and fast. You're both overstimulated, but keep going, sobbing each other's names between praise and shared kisses.
The build up is quicker this time, and more intense than the first.
“Atlas-! I'm…nine hells, oh f-mmh…” Your nails drag down the expanse of his back, leaving a trail of broken skin that makes him choke on his moan, whining your name as he snaps his hips deeper, more erratically into you.
“Yeah, I've got you…I- a…haa- always got you.” His head buries into your collarbone, kissing and nipping on the skin there. Begging for you, grunting and stammering over his words.
One of your hands keeps ruffling through his hair, pulling on it gently to elicit more breathy moans from him. The other goes down, rubbing over your clit and making you tighten up more. Combined with a final slam of Atlas' hips, you both finish together, clinging to each other desperately as his cum fills you up.
Staying connected, limbs intertwined, for a few minutes until your breathing calms, you cuddle. Wordlessly, skin against skin, you leave kisses over each other's faces. Basking in the now stuffy room, warmer in temperature, listening to the sound of life outside the building.
Humming against your neck, Atlas moves up, softly holding onto your thighs as he unwraps them from his waist, soothing your groans when he pulls out.
He disappears into another room, presumably the bathroom since you hear running water, then to the kitchen where you hear the fridge being opened.
Your eyes close in wait, slumping against the pillow and bedsheets curled around your body, completely tucked out from the mattress.
You don't bother opening your eyes when Atlas returns, sighing softly into the quick kiss he leaves on your lips.
The warm towel lightly drags over your inner thighs, Atlas whispering apologies as he wipes the cum and sweat from your sensitive and sore folds, careful around the area.
Propping you up against the pillows, he brings a glass of water to your lips, the frozen cubes inside of it clinking against the material while condensation clings to the outside of it, dripping down Atlas' fingers.
“Hey, sweetheart, need you here with me.”
He rubs his cheek against yours, draping a hand over your shoulder when you finish gulping down the water.
He places the glass on the night stand, returning his attention to you.
Your head moves to rest on his chest, legs thrown over his lap so he can massage the soreness out of them.
“I'm okay, Atlas.” Your fingers trail over his chest, tiredness overtaking your body the further you stay in his hold like this.
You'd love nothing more than to lay down and sleep, but the bed needs a full change of bedding and as good as Atlas wiped you down with the towel, a quick shower is needed to fully clean off the layers of sweat and cum drying on your skin.
You're sure Atlas will be on it in a few moments, but for now you're content with resting in his arms.
A soft kiss to your jaw makes you smile, your name falling from Atlas' lips in a hushed tone, catching your attention and making you look at him.
He smiles, eyes warm with affection towards you.
“I love you, my partner-in-crime, my love.”
“I love you too, penguin boy- ah, hey-” Breaking into a laugh as Atlas pokes your sides, holding you tight while he tickles you, you yield quickly, too exhausted for anything.
Kissing him, you smile at the amount of marks you can see you've left over his skin now that the light from the hallway seeps through the bedroom door.
“I love you so much, Atlas.”
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A notification rings through the iReapers in the next room. Although, neither you nor Atlas pay it any mind. You're still on soul sickness leave either way. Another notification sounds through the apartment.
You nudge Atlas. He only turns to trap you under his arm, telling you to ignore it.
You two fall into sleep again, the now open window of your bedroom letting a comfortable breeze in that brushes over your skin.
The iReapers then notify of an incoming call, snapping you up from the bed. You pick Atlas' hoodie disheveled on the floor last night, tugging it over your head before sitting down at the desk to look at the caller ID.
Huh? 5012?
Picking it up, you greet the Reaper, cringing at the hoarseness of your voice.
“0213, you're…not as well as I thought.”
Right, you must be quite a sight currently. Clearing your throat, you ask if something is the matter, watching as 5012 looks to the side before sighing in defeat.
“No. Everything is going well. I've only called to check on you and 0204’s well-being. I've heard the soul sickness took a great toll on both.”
The man tries to remain neutral, yet you see the slight crack of worry slipping through the facade.
Beaming, you widely grin. “Aww, you do care about ussss!”
From the bedroom, Atlas is heard moving, finding some clothes to put on and soon appearing next to you, pulling a chair to sit in.
“Boss man!”
5012 sighs, lips twitching into a contained smile while he pinches the bridge of his nose. “I see both of you are in good condition after all. I will be disconnecting now.”
“Bye, boss man!” You and Atlas speak in unison, making 5012 shake his head before the screen turns black and then loads to the messages.
5012: The two of you haven't been active since you've been given a few days off.
5012: I'm not minding the silence, but it's unlike both of you to not send a single message for over 24 hours.
“He was definitely stressing over us.” Atlas snorts, leaning into the chair.
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Later, 5012 gets a notification, opening it to an image attachment.
A selfie of you and Atlas holding three large cups, possibly coffee or similar, standing on a familiar street.
There's a message following the image.
0213: Otw to your office, boss man :j
0204: We got you a triple espresso, you have to let us in now!
Rolling his eyes, 5012 looks outside of his window overlooking the vast Underworld, waiting to hear the stomping up to the hall to his doors.
The two of you are still troublemakers, even if you're no longer under his training.
Like expected, two Reapers open the door, not bothering to knock, already livening up the quiet atmosphere of the office.