guys who love head almost more than they love sex. guys who beg for you to just suck the tip a little before they fuck you. guys who put their hand on the back of your head to pull you in real close and ask you to put it in your mouth. guys who groan real low when you get low and wrap your lips around it. guys who hiss and tell you “fuck, i missed this, love your mouth,” when your teeth graze by accident. guys who pant for your lips and your tongue and for the give of your throat opening up for their cum.
guys who love head almost more than they love sex. guys who beg for you to just suck the tip a little before they fuck you. guys who put their hand on the back of your head to pull you in real close and ask you to put it in your mouth. guys who groan real low when you get low and wrap your lips around it. guys who hiss and tell you “fuck, i missed this, love your mouth,” when your teeth graze by accident. guys who pant for your lips and your tongue and for the give of your throat opening up for their cum.
It has nothing to do with him; he has plenty of experience and the patience of a saint. No, it’s entirely you.
He’s assured you a few times that he doesn’t care how long it takes or how messy you get or what sounds your body makes. He’s a grown fucking man. Still, you shrug it off, tell him that you’re more than okay with toys. You found what works for you and want to stick with it, and okay, he won’t argue. Your comfort is his top priority after all.
The sex is great, ranging from loving, languid sessions in the early morning hours to dirty fucking that makes it hard to look each other in the eye the following day. No matter what, though, it always ends with you and your vibrator. Sometimes you stay in bed, let Shouta watch with half-lidded eyes. Other times you scurry off to the bathroom so you can just hop in the shower when you’re finished.
He doesn’t take it personally, mostly because he knows he’d be able to get you off if given the chance. Not frustrated, just curious.
It takes months for you to finally let this wall down, and it’s only because you’re half delirious from Shouta’s fingers relentlessly toying with you for the last half hour. You don’t say it explicitly, no sweet little whine of please make me cum, sho (you’ll get there eventually). You just don’t tell him to stop, so he doesn’t.
Kneeling between your spread legs, Shouta listens to the way your breath hitches over and over again, little hiccups that turn into little mewls that turn into whispered swears and drawn out moans. Your thighs twitch every time he brushes your clit, whole body trembling when he dedicates most of his attention to the slick bud.
Your facial expression changes by the second, scrunched up as if in pain for a moment only to go completely slack the next. You squeeze your eyes shut only for them to pop back open in something like alarm before rolling into the back of your head.
He slips a finger inside of you to give you something to clench around, gives your clit a little break as he massages up and down your leaky slit, then picks back up.
Your body jack-knifes, air punched from your lungs, but still you don’t tell him to stop.
Shouta stares, his own heart starting to beat faster and harder as you quake beneath him. You moan his name. Gasp. Whimper. Keen. Pulled tight like a bowstring, fingers twitching, lip caught between your teeth. It looks like you’re being tortured.
Except slick is dripping from your pussy, seeping out around the fingers you’re fluttering around, and at this point if you asked him to stop, Shouta isn’t sure he’d be able to.
Because you’re so pretty, so fucking cute like this, chest moving rapidly with breaths that are much too shallow. Your lips part and tremble, forming the shape of a word only to be cut off by some animalistic noise. Your eyes are still rolling everywhere and nowhere, eyebrows knit together, and it seems like you’re on the edge forever. Shouta doesn’t think you can get any more tense than you are, and yet you somehow manage. He’s got you wound so tight, it’s a wonder your muscles aren’t cramping. Are you even breathing at all?
Your back arches suddenly, painfully, a broken moan pouring from your mouth, and then you’re spasming around his fingers, undulating and sobbing and cumming harder than Shouta ever thought possible.
“Oh g-god fu—oh~”
You’re unintelligible, gasping and panicking as your hips keep rolling. Shouta stops the onslaught on your clit but doesn’t remove his fingers, lets you clench around them as he moves to hover over you.
He shushes you gently, presses his forehead against yours and tells you, “deep breath, baby, it’s okay, just take a deep breath for me.”
And you do. It’s a fractured, shuddering thing, but it fills your chest, and Shouta nods in approval. “Good, good job, just like that. Again.”
Your eyes slowly lock onto his, not quite so wide anymore but now brimming with tears. You aren’t trembling the way you were before, simply shivering as if in some form of shock.
You whimper when he withdraws his fingers, but Shouta just nuzzles against your cheek, wiping his hand on the sheets before bringing it up to swipe the tears from your cheeks.
“You back with me?” he asks with a smile you can’t see. You take another deep breath and nod. “Good, that was so good.”
He’s not all that surprised when you wrap your arms around him and pull him down on top of you.
“Deep pressure,” you rasp, and Shouta chuckles, situating himself so that you’re taking the weight of his torso while his lower half rests between your legs.
You shake for a little while longer, humming every now and then as he strokes your hair, until your breaths resume a more even pace.
“Always more intense when it’s not my own hand,” you muse, voice quiet and strained, and Shouta makes a noise of acknowledgement to show he’s listening, “but that was… I didn’t think…”
He angles his face to stare at you now, eyebrow quirked. “You mean that’s not how it always is for you? I figured that was why you never let me…”
You shake your head. “No, I just go for my vibrator cause I’m impatient. Wasn’t trying to hide anything from you. If I knew it could be like that, though…”
Shouta presses a kiss to your sternum before pushing himself back up to his hands and knees.
“What, you would’ve let me do this sooner?” He’s a little too smug about it, especially considering how genuinely concerned he was just minutes ago. Now that you’ve calmed down, though, he can actually bask in the fact that he basically had your brains melting out of your fucking ears.
The sound that comes out of you is an incredulous sort of gurgle. Shouta doesn’t give you time to try to expand on it, just noses up your neck and teases in that deep voice he knows you love, “Will you let me do it again?”
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