Eris Vanserra x FemaleMate!Reader
Summary: Eris has been the new High Lord for now two months, and it’s been two months since you have fully touched your mate. So you break.
Warnings: cock warming, mean!eris, softdom!eris, sub!reader, dirty talk (slut brought up), anal, fingering (both), ass eating, bondage (fire bondage), unprotected sex, nicknames (dove and baby)
Authors note: gosh… I have missed writing for Eris, and let’s just say I went… far with this. It’s been a while since I wrote something where the whole plot is literally smut… soooo as always hope yall enjoy🫶🏻
The heavy oak door of your shared chambers clicks shut behind you, the sound feeling entirely too loud in the cavernous, quiet room. You let out a long, exhausted sigh, leaning your forehead against the cool wood for a brief moment before turning around to survey the space.
The bed is pristine. Untouched. The pillows are plumped, the heavy velvet throws neatly draped, and the fireplace crackles with a low, dying ember that casts flickering shadows across an empty room.
For a fleeting second, when you heard the faint rustle of parchment from the adjoining study, your chest tightened with a sudden, breathless burst of hope. But the silence that follows quickly crushes it. Another night. Another evening spent navigating the biting court politics of the Autumn Court alone, only to return to a bed that has stayed stubbornly cold.
He has been High Lord for exactly two months. Sixty days of endless ledgers, frantic emissaries, shattered alliances, and a crown that seems intent on crushing him before he even has time to adjust its weight. You knew what you were signing up for when you accepted a bond with the second-born son of Beron—a cunning survivor wrapped in silk and sharp edges. But knowing the reality of his ascension and actually living through the ghost of a mate are two entirely different things.
Your fingers trace the heavy fabric of your sleeve as you slowly cross the room, shedding your outer layers with slow, leaden movements. The exhaustion in your bones is deep, but the hollow ache in your chest is worse. You slip beneath the heavy blankets, pulling them up to your chin, staring up at the intricate carvings on the high canopy of the bed.
The clock on the mantelpiece ticks away the minutes. The fire pops, settling into ash.
You are just drifting toward the heavy, dreamless border of sleep when you hear it—the softest scrape of a boot against the stone floor outside, followed by the faint, muffled click of the latch turning with agonizing care.
You open your eyes to see Eris standing beside his desk as he takes off his jacket, the exhaustion carved deep into the sharp lines of his face. Without a word, he sits down at the small desk to do more work.
The scratch of his quill against parchment pauses, replaced by the heavy, bone-deep sigh of a man carrying the weight of a court on his shoulders. He rubs a hand over his face, fingers tangling in his vibrant copper hair, before dipping the pen back into the ink to resume his endless calculations.
You bite back a sharp retort, pushing the heavy blankets aside with agonizing care. Barefoot, you slip across the cold stone floor like a shadow, moving right up behind his chair before he even realizes you've left the bed.
"...tariffs on the eastern grain shipments need to be renegotiated before the frost—" he mutters under his breath, leaning over a ledger with a scowl.
You don't give him time to finish the sentence. You step into his space, wrapping your arms securely around his broad shoulders and pulling him back against your chest.
For a fraction of a second, every muscle in Eris's body goes rigid—the instinctual, hardwired reaction of a predator caught off guard. Then, the tension instantly dissolves. His shoulders drop, a shuddering breath rushing past his lips as his nose dips toward your neck, inhaling deeply. He melts into your touch, turning his head slightly to press his face right against your collarbone, chasing your scent as if it's the only thing anchoring him to reality.
A small, affectionate smile touches your lips. You press a soft, lingering kiss to his warm cheek, letting your fingers trace the line of his jaw.
"Let's go to sleep, my love," you whisper against his skin.
Eris lets out one final, ragged breath, dropping his quill onto the desk with a soft clatter. His hands come up to cover yours where they are wrapped around his chest, his thumbs pressing reassuringly into your wrists.
He covers your hands where they rest over his chest, his thumb stroking your knuckles, but he shakes his head with a tired, rueful sound.
"I can't, my dove," he murmurs, the pet name catching slightly on his exhaustion. "I need to get these trade manifests finished for the Dawn Court before morning, or they'll use the delay as leverage."
A soft, defeated sigh slips past your lips. Instead of pulling away, you let your weight press closer, resting your head heavily against the warm crook of his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of woodsmoke, autumn leaves, and the sharp spice that is uniquely him.
Your hand drifts down his arm, fingers tracing the taut lines of his shirtsleeve and the flexing muscles beneath as you seek any anchor. At the tactile touch, a shiver runs through him. Eris smiles against the heavy air, tilting his head back to give you better access, exposing the warm column of his throat.
You don't hesitate. You capture his lips in a desperate, hungry kiss, pouring every ounce of the last two months of loneliness, longing, and sleepless nights into the press of your mouth against his.
Eris freezes for a heartbeat before a low, involuntary moan breaks from the back of his throat. His hands snap up to grip your hips, pulling you flush against him as he opens up to you, kissing you back with an equal, ravenous fervor that instantly makes the past two months of empty beds feel entirely unbearable.
The friction of the movement sends a jolt straight through him. With a sharp intake of breath, Eris pivots smoothly in the wooden chair, his strong hands gripping your waist and effortlessly hoisting you up to settle right in his lap.
The sudden shift leaves you flush against him, and as your lips part, you catch his bottom lip between yours, nibbling sharply. The sensation draws a loud, ragged moan straight from his chest, the sound thick with a sudden, overwhelming spike of desire that completely shatters his focus.
Emboldened by the heavy heat in his touch, you shift your weight, slowly rolling your hips against him.
The effect is instantaneous. Eris lets out a sharp, breathless gasp, his hands flying up to grip your hips with sudden, vice-like force, halting your movement mid-motion. His chest heaves against yours as he tilts his head back, his eyes dark and dilated with restraint as your lips trail hot and eager down his jaw and press against the sensitive skin of his neck.
"Stop—" he groans, his voice trembling as his fingers clench tightly into the fabric of your clothes, trying desperately to anchor himself even as his body betrays him.
You ignore his feeble protest, your lips mapping a heated trail of kisses down the column of his throat as Eris lets out a long, shuddering sigh, his head falling back completely against the top of the wooden chair. The fight rapidly draining out of him, he abandons any pretense of resistance, his hands sliding up to grip your hips as you begin to grind down against him in a slow, torturous rhythm.
"I've missed my mate," you whisper hotly against his sensitized skin, your voice trembling with raw need. "Please, Eris..."
Another deep, helpless moan tears from his throat, the sound rich with surrender as your hands slide down his chest, tracing the firm contours beneath his shirt before dipping straight to the waistband of his pants.
Eris lets out a low, ragged groan, his fingers clenching into your back. "Dove... I need to get my work done..." he breathes out, though the words lack any real conviction, melting away entirely beneath the heavy fog of desire.
You pull back just enough to look at him, offering a soft, wicked nod before pressing a tender kiss to his lips. "Let me do this, baby," you murmur against his mouth.
The moment your hand slips past the barrier of his clothes and wraps firmly around his length, Eris throws his head back with a loud, unrestrained moan, his entire body bowing up into your touch as you begin to stroke him.
Slowly, heavily, Eris lifts his head, his eyes burning with a dark, fevered intensity as he drags you into a deep, bruising kiss.
"Dove..." he breathes against your lips, the word a ragged caress.
You open your eyes, looking down at him with a silent, heavy-lidded plea, giving him a slow nod. A wicked, strained smile curves across his lips, though his chest continues to heave.
"You can have my cock," he murmurs, his hands gripping your hips with an unyielding, possessive pressure. "But no moving."
You immediately let out a soft pout, your lower lip pushing out in blatant protest. To emphasize your displeasure, your hand tightens around his length, milking him firmly through the friction.
A loud, tortured groan rips from Eris's throat, his eyes slamming shut as his back arches off the chair. But even as he trembles under the sheer agony of the sensation, he forces his eyes open, shaking his head with a stern edge to his voice.
"No, dove," he groans, his thumb brushing a stray lock of hair from your face as he pins you in place. "If you want my cock, you do it my way."
You hesitate for a fraction of a second, the unfairness of his rule hovering on your tongue, but the heavy, aching need wins out. You offer a slow, yielding nod.
A dark, victorious gleam flashes in Eris's eyes. Without breaking your gaze, he reaches down, his warm hand sliding smoothly beneath the hem of your short nightgown. His long fingers find the scrap of silk, slipping your underwear aside with practiced ease, baring you completely to his heat.
He shifts his grip on your hips, aligning you perfectly over him. With a low, breathless growl, Eris guides you down, letting you slowly settle your weight all the way down onto his thick, aching length.
The sudden, absolute fullness steals the breath right from your lungs, and a soft gasp breaks past your lips as you finally take him inside.
A sharp gasp tears from Eris's throat as you completely settle over him, the overwhelming heat and tightness of you making his entire body shudder. But true to his ruthless nature and his mountain of paperwork, he lets out a low, grounding growl, wrapping your legs and arms securely around him to lock you into place. With his hands free, he looks past your shoulder, his eyes locking back onto the ledgers as he deliberately dips his quill and goes right back to writing.
You bury your face into the warm crook of his neck, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against his throat, before letting out a helpless whine directly into his ear about the exquisite, delicious stretch of his cock filling you completely.
Eris merely hums, the vibration rumbling deep in his chest. Without looking up from his parchment, a heavy hand comes down sharply against your bare ass with a resounding smack.
The sudden sting shocks a loud gasp from your lips, and your hips instinctively twitch forward, grinding a fraction of an inch against his length.
A deep, wicked chuckle rumbles from Eris's throat at your breathless reaction, his pen scratching steadily across the page as he murmurs against your hair, "I told you, no moving, dove. Keep that pretty mouth quiet and take your punishment."
You lean back just enough to break the direct line of his gaze from the ledger, looking down at him through half-mast eyes.
"Slip off my dress, please, love," you whisper, the plea dripping with sweet temptation.
Eris's eyes drop instantly to your chest, tracing the rise and fall of your breathing. A long, shuddering sigh rattles in his chest. Abandoning all lingering pretense of productivity, he drops his quill onto the desk with a sharp clatter. You immediately raise your arms, and his hands move to the hem of your short nightgown, lifting the fabric up and over your head, leaving you completely bare in his lap.
A sharp, ragged breath escapes him as your hands move up to your own chest, fingers rolling and pinching your sensitive nipples. Eris watches you with dark, dilated eyes, shaking his head at your blatant defiance before his hand sweeps down to smack your ass once more.
A loud gasp and a helpless whine tear from your throat, your voice trembling as you cry out his name. "Eris, please..."
A low, rich chuckle rumbles in his chest, vibrating straight through where you are joined. "Dove," he murmurs, his thumb tracing the curve of your hip. "It hasn't even been ten minutes, and you're already breaking."
You nod eagerly, pressing a soft, desperate kiss to his lips before pulling back just a fraction. "I want my mate to fuck me," you whisper against his mouth.
A deep, resonant growl vibrates in Eris's chest, the sound dark and possessive as he looks up at you.
"Be a good mate and let me get my work done," he murmurs, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw, "and then I'll fuck you."
You offer a slow, compliant nod, though the ache inside you makes the promise feel impossibly far away. Eris reaches up, gently taking your chin in his hand to tilt your face up, his fiery eyes locking onto yours with absolute authority.
"But you must be good," he whispers, his voice dropping an octave. "No more whining, and no more touching yourself, dove."
You swallow hard and nod again, submitting to the rule. A pleased, dark smile touches his lips, and he gives your bare ass a firm, approving pat.
"Good girl," he praises softly, his fingers tightening on your waist before he resolutely turns his attention back to the unfinished ledgers on the desk, leaving you to ride out the exquisite, agonizing stillness of his weight.
The hours bleed together in a haze of heat and heavy, aching stillness. You stay completely still just as he commanded, melting over his length as if keeping him warm, your eyelids growing heavier and heavier against the quiet scratch of his quill. Just as you are drifting off to the very edge of sleep, a firm, grounding pat lands against your bare ass.
"Dove, you awake?" Eris whispers, his voice low and rich in the dim room.
You nod softly against his shoulder, letting out a tired breath. A pleased smile curves his lips, and before you can process his movement, he stands straight up from the chair, keeping you cradled securely against him with your lower half still locked tightly around his cock.
A sharp, involuntary whine slips past your lips as the sudden shift forces you to grind helplessly down against his length.
Eris lets out a soft, soothing coo, his hands resting on your hips. "Look at my good mate," he praises, his voice thick with approval. "You were so good for me, dove."
A sleepy, proud smile touches your lips, and he leans in to press a tender, lingering kiss to your mouth. But the sweet relief is short-lived; the moment he gently lifts you up and off his cock, a hollow, devastating ache tears through you.
You immediately whine, your hands clutching at his shoulders as you cry out, "Eris, please. Just fuck me."
A dark, dangerous fire flares in his eyes as he listens to your desperate plea. Eris nods slowly, his breathing turning ragged. He sets your feet down onto the cool stone floor for only a heartbeat before he smoothly turns you around, pressing your chest flat against the cluttered surface of his desk and bending you over the wood. He crowds in close behind you, his hands gripping your hips with absolute, possessive intent as he murmurs right against your ear, "I'm gonna fuck you, dove."
A soft gasp escapes you as the magic ignites, a cool, shimmering ring of pure flame snapping into place around your wrists. The heat is harmless, but the solid, unyielding barrier leaves your arms securely bound behind your back, rendering you entirely at his mercy.
You shift restlessly against the wood, a low moan slipping from your lips at the restriction, but Eris immediately hushes you, his tone dripping with protective warning. "Oh, baby, don't move," he murmurs against your skin, a hand soothing over your lower back. "You'll burn yourself."
The warning dissolves into a ragged breath as his lips press a soft, worshipping kiss against your bare ass. He lets out a low, desperate moan of his own, the sound raw with a hunger that has been denied for hours, before his tongue flicks out to trace and lap eagerly at your tight rim.
You let out a high, trembling cry, your forehead resting heavily against the cluttered papers of the desk as he parts your cheeks wider, taking his time to prep you. Before you can even catch your breath from the exquisite friction, one of his hands shifts away from your hip, and two long, calloused fingers slide effortlessly deep inside your soaking pussy.
A low, dark chuckle rumbles deep in Eris's throat as you surrender completely to the wood of the desk, your soft, ruined moans filling the quiet study as his tongue continues its relentless worship against your rim and his fingers stretch you open.
He pulls back slightly, a thick drop of spit sliding down to pool against your tight, aching entrance. His voice drops into a gravelly, teasing whisper right against your skin. "You wanna be fucked, dove? Where do you want my cock, though? Because it seems this greedy little ass wants me."
You shake your head against the desk in denial, desperate for him. Eris stands up to his full height, the sudden emptiness making you cry out as his fingers slide out of your pussy. You hear the heavy, deliberate scrape of him shifting behind you, and a sharp gasp breaks from your lips when the hot, heavy head of his cock taps firmly against your ass. He laughs softly at the immediate, instinctual way you lift your hips higher in offering.
Eris leans down, pressing the broad expanse of his chest flush against your back, his breath hot against your ear. "Are you sure, dove? Your ass is ready for me, baby."
You whine his name, your voice trembling with need as you press back against him. "No—want your cock in my pussy, please..."
A satisfied nod shifts the muscles of his back. He presses a tender kiss to your cheek, murmuring, "Another time, then."
You give a shaky, compliant nod, and Eris smiles, tilting your chin to the side to capture your lips in a deep, bruising kiss. As your lips part with a gasp, he guides his thick length away from your backside, sliding forward and sinking completely, gloriously home inside your soaked heat.
A shared, breathless gasp tears from both of your throats as he fills you to the hilt, the sudden, overwhelming stretch dragging a raw growl of pure, possessive pleasure from Eris. You clench around him instinctively, the walls of your heat milking him, and Eris's grip on your hips turns vice-tight, his fingers digging into your flesh.
"Relax, dove," he groans, his voice rough and strained against your ear.
You force your muscles to slacken just a fraction, and the moment you do, Eris starts to move, driving into you with a heavy, deliberate rhythm that rattles your bones and sends loud, uninhibited moans tumbling from your lips.
As the pace quickens, a large hand leaves your hip, reaching up to fist tightly in your hair. He gives a firm, commanding tug, forcing your head back so your neck is exposed to him as he leans in close, his hot breath washing over your ear.
"Look at you," he rasps, his voice dropping into a dark, filthy purr as his hips relentlessly pound into you. "Such a greedy, needy little mate. Look how soaked you are—your pussy is still gripping me like a vice, clenching around my cock even after you sat on it and starved for an hour. Did you like that, huh? Did you like suffering on my length while I worked, just waiting for me to take you?"
He releases your hair, both hands dropping instantly to grab a fistful of your ass cheeks as he straightens taller, leaning back to drive deeper, harder angles into your heat. A guttural growl rips from his chest as a heavy, stinging slap cracks across your bare ass, the sharp impact making you cry out and clench around him all over again. Eris smiles wickedly against your shoulder at your undone state. Without breaking his rhythm, he pulls his hand away for a fraction of a second, sliding a finger into his mouth to coat it in his slick before pressing it firmly against your tight, yearning rim.
The unexpected intrusion stretches you wide, and a high, ecstatic shriek breaks from your lips as the double stimulation shatters your control, sending you crashing into a violent, blinding orgasm that ripples and squeezes tightly around his throbbing cock.
A low, rich chuckle rumbles in Eris's chest as he slides his first finger past your tight, resisting muscle, completely sealing it inside you.
You stutter out a breathless, confused protest against the desk, your voice trembling. "Baby, what are you—"
You cut off with a sharp, shattering gasp as he smoothly slips a second finger in right beside the first, stretching you wide and filling that aching, empty place you had denied just moments before.
Eris chuckles darkly against your ear, the heavy, relentless pace of his hips stuttering only for a second as he drives back into your pussy while working his fingers deep into your ass.
"You wanted to be fucked, dove," he murmurs, his voice thick and rough with absolute satisfaction. "So you're getting fucked—every single inch of you."
A wide, breathless smile breaks across your face at his words, and when Eris turns his head just enough to catch your reflection in the polished glass of a nearby cabinet, a matching, wicked smirk curls his lips.
"You dirty slut," he whispers, the filth of it rolling off his tongue like a caress.
You nod eagerly against the wood of the desk, your voice a ragged, broken gasp. "I'm your slut, baby..."
Eris dips his head in deep, dark approval. With a sudden, deliberate shift of his hips, he pulls completely out of your pussy, the abrupt, agonizing emptiness drawing a loud, startled whine of protest from your throat. But before you can even begin to beg, Eris smiles down at you, sliding his fingers out of your rear with a wet pop and immediately aligning his thick, throbbing length against your slick, unprepared rim.
With a slow, heavy push, he sinks straight into your ass.
A loud, reverberating moan tears from your lips as the thick stretch of him fills you entirely, tearing a ragged breath from his own lungs. Eris leans down, resting the side of his head heavily against your shoulder as he begins to move, pressing a tender, lingering kiss to your skin right before he whispers into the quiet room, "Gods, I love you."
A large hand rises from your hip, his fingers tangling roughly into your hair to anchor you as he begins to move, driving into your tight rear with a slow, agonizingly deliberate rhythm.
"How does it feel, dove?" he whispers, his breath hot against your ear as he watches you unravel.
You nod blindly, your eyes squeezed tightly shut against the overwhelming sensation. A fond, wicked smile touches his lips. "Feels good," he prompts softly.
You nod again, a ragged moan breaking past your lips. "So fucking good..."
A dark, approving rumble vibrates in his chest. Without breaking his slow, deep cadence, Eris reaches down, wrapping a firm hand around your ankle and lifting your leg up to rest flat against the cluttered surface of the desk. The sudden shift changes the angle entirely, tearing a sharp, breathless cry from your throat as the stretch deepens, and Eris sinks his thick length even further into your burning, tight hole.
The change in angle turns every inch of him inside you into a brand-new kind of torture. Eris anchors his hand firmly in your hair, holding you captive against the desk as his hips pick up a steady, devastating cadence, stretching you wider with every slow, heavy thrust.
While his cock buries deep inside your rear, his free hand drops lower, sliding between your thighs to find your slick, hypersensitive bundle of nerves. When his thumb brushes directly over your clit, a violent tremor shoots through your entire body.
"Look at you, coming apart for me," he murmurs, his voice rough and dripping with dark satisfaction as he rubs his thumb in tight, agonizingly slow circles against you. "Tell me how it feels, dove. Tell me."
You bury your face against the wood, your voice breaking into a ragged, pathetic sob under the overwhelming onslaught of pleasure. "It's so fucking good..." you gasp, your whole body trembling as you cling to the edge of the desk. "Keep fucking me... please, just keep fucking me..."
Eris chuckles low and possessive against your neck, driving deeper, harder, completely uncaring of how thoroughly he has unraveled you. He knows as well as you do that he has driven you straight into oblivion, and he isn't going to let you go until there is nothing left of you but his.
You whine pathetically into the wood of the desk, reaching blindly backward, desperate to pull him closer, to touch him, to feel his skin against yours.
Hearing the frantic need in your voice, Eris grants the mercy. With a final, heavy stroke, he slips completely out of your ass, drawing a sharp yelp of surprise from your lips.
The fire encircling your wrists flickers and dies at a murmured command, leaving your skin warm and stinging as he lets you go—only to catch you immediately against his chest.
With a low groan, Eris scoops you up in his arms, turning you away from the desk. You whine softly, your hands flying up to tangle in his hair, pulling his face down toward yours.
"Kiss me," you sob against his lips, desperate for the grounding weight of him. "Eris, please... kiss me."
A soft, fond sound catches in his throat. He crashes his mouth down onto yours, swallowing your plea in a deep, bruising kiss that tastes of victory and absolute possession. He carries you across the room, laying you gently into the mattress, though his weight follows you down instantly, caging you in.
"My sweet mate," he coos, his voice dropping an octave, thick with a sudden, aching tenderness that hits you harder than the friction of his body. He presses a trail of soft, worshipful kisses down your jaw to your collarbone, murmuring against your skin. "Look at you... completely undone for me. Are you falling apart, my sweet girl? Hmm?"
You arch up beneath him, hands roaming frantically over his broad shoulders, pulling him closer. "I'm yours," you whimper, tears pricking your eyes from the sheer intensity of it. "It's so good, Eris... please."
"I know, dove. I've got you," he whispers, shifting between your thighs and sliding straight back into your drenched, aching pussy.
The slow, reverent slide of him steals the breath right out of your lungs. He starts to move—not with the punishing speed of before, but with a deep, deliberate cadence, watching your face as the pleasure builds all over again. He leans down, capturing your mouth in a bruising, possessive kiss just as the tension snaps through both of you, dragging you over the edge into a blinding, shared climax.
The residual shivers of your shared climax still ripple through your skin as you lie tangled together in the sheets. Eris props himself up on one elbow, his chest heaving as he looks down at you, a soft, rare gentleness softening the sharp angles of his face.
"You're shaking, sweet girl," he murmurs, his thumb tracing a slow, feather-light path down your flushed cheek. He leans down, pressing a lingering, reverent kiss to your lips. "Look at you... completely wrecked for me."
You melt into the touch, a breathless smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as your arms wrap loosely around his neck. "Only for you," you whisper, pulling him down for another slow, unhurried kiss that tastes of sweet victory and exhaustion.
He coos softly against your skin, a low, rumbling sound of deep satisfaction. "My beautiful, perfect mate," he praises, his lips brushing over your jaw, your neck, and your collarbone in a trail of worshipful kisses that leave you gasping softly beneath him. "I could keep you like this for a lifetime and never grow tired of it."
"Then don't let me go," you murmur, your fingers tangling sleepily in his hair as the affectionate haze wraps around you both.
"Never," he promises, his voice dropping into a dark, absolute vow against your pulse.
He shifts between your thighs with practiced ease, sliding straight back into your drenched, aching pussy with a slow, heavy push that steals the breath right out of your lungs. The familiar, perfect heat of him fills you entirely, and as he begins to move with a fierce, tender rhythm, the world narrows down entirely to the friction of his body against yours.
The tension snaps all over again. You shatter together with a ragged cry, clinging to his shoulders as Eris buries his face in your neck, holding you impossibly close.
As he finally begins to pull back, breaking the heavy rhythm of his hips, your hand reaches out to catch his wrist.
"Wait," you whisper, your voice thick and pleading as you look up at him. "Let's stay like this."
Eris pauses, his breath hitching as he holds himself steady inside you. A faint, reluctant frown touches his brow as he looks down at your flushed face.
"Dove," he murmurs, his thumb brushing a stray lock of hair away from your forehead. "We need to clean up..."
You shake your head vigorously against the pillows, your fingers tightening around his hand. "We can together later. Just... stay here. Please."
For a long moment, he just looks at you, the resistance melting away under the quiet desperation in your eyes. A slow, fond smile touches the corners of his mouth.
"Alright," he whispers, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to your lips. "Just like this."
He shifts his weight carefully, sliding in beside you and gathering you back against his chest in a tight, protective spoon. He settles securely behind you, letting his heavy, spent length remain comfortably buried deep inside you, keeping you full and anchored as the quiet night closes in around them.
