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Earlier in the day, Natalia had been antsy. The date was really good. The museum was gorgeous and informative. Bardric was a great guide. The snacks were delicious. They even got each other little trinkets on the way back out. Surprised each other with sweet gestures of care, of companionship. They’ll do it all again soon, very soon, most likely. But that was merely part one of the date. Shocking, truly.
They kneel. Bardric tilts his head, a hand grasping their nape. “You were… attentive today. Good, good. Did you have fun, Dreadbane?” Natalia shivers, her eyes wide. Pupils blown, she nods. “I thought so. I see I was right.” Bardric is gentle with their hair. It’s done up in a new style today. Apparently Jilla knows some of the best curl caretakers around. That definitely tracks.
The pillow is comfortable, sturdy underneath them. “Natasha.” Natalia sighs happily. It’s enjoyable to not always be called by last name by their overly theatrical boyfriend. “Yes, my king?” “Mm. King is a solid honorific. But let’s stick to lord for now.” Natalia hums, nodding again. “My sweet Natalia. Darling Dreadbane.” Natalia whines. Sparing them the trouble, Bardric leans in.
“You’re going to let me take care of you. You know your words.” Natasha rasps out an acquiescing response. Bardric tenderly kisses their forehead. She moans. He huffs. “Sensitive. Our day of learning had you on edge. So eager.” He teases. He’s half-hard. They’re both in nightclothes at this point.
Nodding eagerly, his Natasha swallows audibly. “Yes, yes, you may keep me warm.” Pulling himself free from his lower garments, he feeds his length into her mouth. It’s willing, wet, and warm. “Mhm.” They settle. He plots how many peaks he’ll make them crest. With his mouth, his hands. His thigh. He is pleased. Bardric knows there'll be at least four perfect climaxes. He intends to rile them up slowly. Building up all the lovely tension.
Natasha squirms, arousal coating her inner thighs. Today isn’t really a day for them to grind against his leg. He briefly ponders how they’ll do that again tomorrow. It was fun. Fulfilling a bit of fantasy for them both. He throbs within their throat. Natasha is well-trained, decidedly practiced at warming him. They swallow gently, he tenderly wipes away anything that escapes their mouth.
“I’m going to have you sit on my face as you offer your lord his desired meal, before you will get just about everything you want. I know you like my thumb trick. I remember how you touch yourself for me. How much enjoyment you get when we try new things. The ridiculous jokes we made about intercrural sex. I will wring the pleasure from you until you’re spent. I will take good care of my Natasha after. The Arkland to your Dreadbane.” Natasha hums, hazy and excited. Bardric thrust a few times, shallowly.
A soft moan hitches in both of their throats. It’s going to be a very long night; in the best way possible, neither party has any complaints there.