cockwarming reiner is always an experience.
some days, you’re both content to just lay there with eyes closed, heartbeats matched in pace. his breathing is even, even as he's rock hard inside you. the usual crease between his brows is missing, replaced by a serene expression not a lot of people get to see. the stretch and heft of him inside you is almost soothing at times like these. he could be spooning you or be on top of you, either way his lips are always pressed to your neck, unmoving. at least until he murmurs soft i love yous, so quiet you wouldn’t hear it if you weren’t so close.
sometimes he gets you begging; circling a thick finger over your clit as he hushes and coos at you to stay still and stop trying to fuck yourself on his cock when he’s already making you feel good. to stop being greedy unless you want him to stop. sticks his fingers from his other hand into your mouth when you start running it until only the slick sounds of his touch on your clit and his groans as he feels you tighten around him can be heard.
and other times, you get him to beg. sitting yourself on his lap and kissing him slow and deep. running your hands over his stomach, his broad chest, up and down before they go up to the back of his neck, playing with his hair. you let him do the same—let him paw at your soft bits until his breathing is labored. but it's when your lips and tongue move down to his neck that he starts getting real needy; bucking his hips and gripping yours to try to bounce you on his cock. then it's your turn to hush and coo at him to stop moving and keep his hands to himself. he obeys, of course. it's instinctual for him to give you what you want, even at his expense.
he tries to talk you into it, though. "let me lay you down, princess. i’ll do all the work, i promise. just— just please let me move. please. i’ll make us feel so good."
you pout at him, caressing the side of his face. "doesn’t this already feel good?" punctuating your sentence with a teasing swivel of your hips that stirs his cock inside you.
he groans, head falling back as he pants, skin shiny with sweat as he strains to keep himself from flipping you over and fucking you until you're both shaking.
you trail a finger down his stomach, his abs flexing at your touch. you look down at where you're connected, clenching around him as you notice your slick wetting the dark blond hair at his base. you're not as unaffected as you're trying to project; you never are. even now, a part of you wants to let him just take what he needs. you take a bit of mercy on him at that.
"just a bit longer, okay?" you thumb at his cheek, skin rasping against his stubble.
he nods, lips red and eyes dazed. "can i at least get a kiss?"
you smile. "of course. anything for my beautiful man."
he spurts a bit of cum inside you at that.
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