Accidental arousal is so cute and sexy. Aww, you accidentally got turned on while we were cuddling? While we were wrestling and sparring? You got horny while we were out and about together and now you're squeezing your thighs together and giving me little longing glances? Don't even get me started on accidental orgasms. A f/o being so turned on and sensitive that being pinned down in a practice tussle or having you snuggle back into them just does them in. The embarrassment until they see how into it you are, the way they lose control or their body, hips twitching and a choked sound catching in their throat as their body betrays them, cumming right then and there...
It's right up there with premature orgasms. Like oh you were so turned on you couldn't hold it back? Let me show you how much I loved that.
i ♥ bloodhound-level smelling ability tenna. having an ostensibly normal interaction with him but he very conspicuously insists on remaining seated and he keeps having to wipe his drool away with a tissue because he can smell that you're ovulating
Word Count: 7k
Pairing: Warden Ingo x Fem Reader
Content: Explicit sexual content, mild hurt and comfort, incredibly fluffy and indulgent sex, train puns, foot massage if you’re squeamish about that
Summary: A survey expedition in the Alabaster Icelands is thrown off course by a storm, but the destination you found may have been even better.
It was a long day of surveying the western edge of the Alabaster Icelands. You were tired, you were upset and, more than anything, you were cold. Your feet and legs were aching and numb, and it felt like you were stepping on shards of glass with every step. You hadn’t dressed as well as you could have, forgot to bring a fire-type pokemon with you, and a snow storm had rolled in much sooner than you were expecting.
All in all, it was a rough day.
The skies, which had been so clear all day, had turned to gray before you even noticed. By the time the snow started coming down, you were so far from the Icepeak camp that it would take at least an hour to get back. Maybe even two with your current pace.
What else could you do but keep walking? One foot after another, each lift of your knees to clear the snow layer feeling heavier than the last.
You registered a voice calling your name, but dismissed it as the wind. It came again, and you lifted your head, blinking and squinting against the white landscape that was darkening too quickly. It was a voice you recognized, but one you definitely should not have heard at that moment.
Your brows were furrowed in confusion as you turned towards the sound, looking for the shape of a man through the heavy snowfall. It took a moment to find his silhouette, but you absolutely lit up when you laid eyes on him. There, trudging through the deep snow towards you, was indeed your favorite warden.
Heaviness in your legs momentarily forgotten, you trudged forward to meet him halfway. You heard him grunt quietly when you practically collapsed against his chest, hugging the wonderfully familiar man. He patted your back warmly before wrapping his arms around you, and you pulled back just enough to look up at him. He really was there–perfectly solid and holding your exhausted body upright. It made tears prick at the corners of your eyes with how relieved you were to see him. “Ingo! What are you d-doing this far north?!”
“A routine check in with Irida and the other Wardens,” he assured you quickly, already focused on conducting a safety check of your condition. You watched his frown deepen and his brow pinch with worry as he took in the state of your clothes, along with your red, wind-burned face. One of his hands came up to touch the thick layer of frost on your hair, gently trying to brush away some of the ice. He obviously wasn’t pleased with what he found. “You are in dire need of maintenance! Are you alright? No, that’s a silly question. How long have you been out here?”
“S-s-since be-fore d-dawn,” you admitted through chattering teeth, pulling out of the hug. He seemed hesitant to let you go, keeping his hands on your upper arms to continue steadying you. It also seemed to take him a moment to absorb what you said.
“What?!” He roared, in shock and anger. You didn’t even flinch, somewhat expecting that reaction from him as he had become a bit protective the more time you spent rogether. His hands began rubbing up and down your arms, trying to generate warmth through friction. “That is unacceptable! We must get you warmed up straight away. You don’t have a fire-type with you?”
You shook your head, and he let out a grunt of dissatisfaction. He let you go only to shuck off his tattered outer coat, laying it over your shoulders and leaving himself in just his black slacks and pearl clan longsleeve tunic. He had added a wool scarf to his ensemble, which he tugged back over his lower face, but that surely wasn’t enough. You opened your mouth to protest, knowing how much his coat meant to him, but oh it was blissfully warm, and you were immediately enveloped in his musky scent. You snuggled further into the large coat out of pure instinct, suddenly unwilling to give it up.
You didn’t see the soft look Ingo gave you as he adjusted the coat tighter around you, before he snapped back to attention. Taking in the surroundings, he wrapped one arm around your shoulder to guide you forward through the snow. “Come, I believe we’re near one of the emergency shelters Gaeric set up in preparation for the storm. Can you walk?”
You could only nod as you followed his lead, trying not to focus too much on the feeling of his hand holding your upper arm securely. You needed all of your focus to not trip over your own feet, but that was easier said than done.
The snow only seemed to come down harder as you walked, and the sight seemed to worry the man even more. “What possessed you to come out here alone today?” he murmured quietly, half to himself as his gray eyes gazed up at the increasing number of flurries in the gray sky. Dusk would be arriving soon, and you could barely hear him over the wind.
“I always s-survey alone,” you explained. Talking felt easier with the warmth he was providing, but a particularly cold gust had you pressing closer into his side. You felt his grip on your shoulder tighten. “I-It wasn’t bad for most of the day! The storm just rolled in faster than I was expecting.”
He just sighed above your head and mumbled something that sounded like, “If my hair wasn’t already gray…” He didn’t truly seem upset, but you still felt bad for making him worry. You had the thought to find a way to make it up to him.
You fell into silence as you tried to stay in step with him. He was graciously shortening his usually much longer strides, pausing every so often to steady you if you stumbled or lagged. He was always so kind, and attentive. Protective, too. He was always first to step between you and an Alpha pokemon in the Highlands, even when he knew you didn’t actually need help.
As you walked, with the only sounds around you being the wind and crunching snow, your thoughts drifted further. He was also an excellent teacher, pushing you to try new strategies and techniques. Kind and encouraging when you lost against him, and full of praise when you won. Seeing him in battle was borderline addictive; serious, determined, but also boisterous.
It had felt natural to drift towards him after you met. The odd pair of amnesiacs from a different world, stuck in the wilds of Hisui together. Living, but never quite feeling at home with the people around you. It was comforting, in a way, being outsiders together.
He was comforting, you realized.
He was comforting in his hardworking steadiness, his resolve to help everyone he met.
In his stoic, yet positive, demeanor.
In the way he moved his arm from your shoulder to your waist when you almost tripped, rumbling out a quiet, “Easy now, stay on course,” against your frozen hair as he held you upright. You were suddenly glad your face was already red from the cold.
The stumble made you lose your train of thought, and you realized he was leading you towards Snowfall Hot Springs. That made sense; the spring was in an alcove set into the side of the mountain. Any shelter there would be shielded from the wind, at least somewhat.
As you crested the hill, that’s exactly what you saw: a slightly smaller version of the regular pearl clan shelters, set up behind the small spring against the deepest part of the rock face. There were no pokemon nearby, oddly enough. Normally, you’d at least see a Machoke or a Lickitung enjoying the hot water as a reprieve from the cold, but it was completely deserted. Possibly a result of the too-human structure that had made an appearance, or perhaps they had also taken shelter for the bad weather.
Ingo led you around the spring and hurriedly shuffled you into the tent. He guided you to sit, making sure you were settled before he busied himself with starting a fire. You took in the surroundings as he did; there was a large stack of firewood at one side, and a small firepit had been dug into the ground in the middle of the tent. You looked up and saw a small opening in the top of the shelter, ready for smoke to escape.
Your eyes snapped to Ingo when he knelt down to pick up some of the wood. His tunic has ridden up, and you were unable to stop yourself from noticing the way his slacks tightened around his backside at the movement. You looked away just as quickly, once again glad that your face was already red from the cold.
There wasn’t much else in the tent. A thick bedroll was set to one side, still rolled up, and there was a small wooden chest. Scooting over to it, you opened the lid to see some dried food rations, and some gourds of what you assumed was water. Digging around, you also found a lidded clay pot. Opening it and giving it a sniff revealed it to be some kind of unpleasant, pungent medicine, and you closed it as quickly as your shaky hands could manage.
You almost dropped the container when delayed realization washed over you; there was only one bedroll in the tent.
“Are you alright?” Ingo’s voice made you jump again. Evidently, he had noticed your odd expression, and was looking at you with concern.
“J-Just fine!”
He didn’t look reassured, but nodded and continued preparing the fire. You tried to shake the bed situation out of your mind. That would be a problem for the future, once you were both warm. You pulled your gloves off, blowing warm air onto your numb fingers and rubbing them together as you watched him stack the fire wood and prepare the tinder.
Fire successfully started, Ingo sat back on his haunches and uncurled the scarf from around his neck, folding it neatly and setting it to the side. You were still wearing his coat, wondering if you should return it to him, but you weren’t quite ready to give it up yet.
You noticed when Ingo saw the bedroll himself. You watched him out of the corner of your eye as he stared at it, practically able to see the wheels turning in his head. A blush crept up his neck and to his ears, but his expression didn’t change. Then, he turned away, no comment made. It seemed he had also decided that it was a future issue to address.
He instead went to the chest and started pulling out the food and water, silently preparing some for you first before he ate himself. The tension you both had been feeling started to melt away as you got warm and ate. Adrenaline was wearing off, and you were just starting to feel weary. But, you were still shivering lightly, not quite able to warm yourself through as the shelter was still heating up from the small fire.
He noticed, of course, and asked, “Are you still feeling cold?” His frown deepened when you nodded, and he scratched his forehead right at the edge of his cap, thinking. He stood then, opening up the flap of the tent to peer outside.
“There appears to be a lull in the storm,” he commented. “Perhaps a soak would help soothe your aches and warm you through?”
Oh, perhaps it would. Not that any part of you really wanted to go back out into the cold, but with the promise of a hot bath? Tempting beyond belief. You thought it over, chewing on the inside of your cheek before asking him, “Would you be joining me?”
He had a slight look of surprise before his eyes softened. “Would you like me to?”
“Of course I would.” You stood, with effort, and moved to stand in front of him with the intention of giving him back his coat. He wordlessly reached out to help you, sliding it off of your shoulders and folding it very neatly over his arm.
“Thank you for that,” you smiled.
“My pleasure.”
Your feet were cold again as you hurried the short distance to the water’s edge, just in your underclothes. When you first dipped your foot into the spring, the temperature difference stung. So much so, you hissed and pulled it back out before gingerly easing it back into the water, slower this time. The sting soon began to fade, and blissful warmth took over as you dipped further into the water.
Taking a breath, you sank to dip your head below the surface, all remaining ice and snowflakes gone from your hair as you came back up. There was a residual stinging on your face, but it was soothed by the warm water and steam somewhat.
Your thoughts immediately drifted back to Ingo as you settled yourself on a natural rock shelf, the water up to your shoulders keeping you warm. Sweet, gentlemanly Ingo, who had been blushing up a storm when you asked him to turn around to allow you to disrobe. No peeking, you had teased him, watching the tips of his ears turn red once again.
In truth, you wanted him to look, but you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. You had caught him looking your way more than once, though. Lingering looks on the battle court in Jubilife when he thought you weren’t paying attention. Shy little glances as you walked with him through the streets to the main gate at the end of his day. A single instance of leaning in too close to him at Beni’s after one too many drinks came to mind. His eyes had lingered on your lips for a very long time, a faint blush dusting his face.
You hadn’t spoken about it since, but you desperately wanted to.
The sound of fabric rustling and crunching snow behind you made you turn your head, and you sucked in a breath. Ingo was already shirtless, revealing a chest built with muscles made naturally from hard, physical work. Gray hair covered his chest, tapering into a thin line that ran all the way down his stomach, where it disappeared into his undergarments. His legs were toned as well, with calves and thighs that definitely showed off how much walking he did on a daily basis.
The most surprising sight, however, was his hair. You had apparently never seen him without his cap. If you had, you would have certainly remembered the sight of his chin length gray locks. It was still pushed back out of his face, with only a few strands loosened by the wind fluttering over his forehead. He did have a slightly receded hairline, but it did nothing to reduce how handsome he looked. He was walking steadily, seemingly unbothered by the cold on his bare skin.
Ingo saw your wide-eyed, in-awe expression as he approached the water’s edge. He looked a little confused and bashful under your gaze, glancing around to avoid your eyes. “Is… something the matter?”
“No!” You said, probably a bit too quickly. You shook your head, unable to keep your eyes off of him as he carefully stepped down into the water. “I just didn’t realize you were hiding such a mane under your hat.”
“O-Oh.” You weren’t sure if it was a response to you, or an exclamation from the comfortable warmth of the spring. His whole body seemed to relax the further he sank into the water, losing some of the stiffness he always held. He found the same rock shelf you were on and, once he was settled, his head tilted back to look up at the dark sky. Snowflakes were slowly landing on his hair and sideburns, and you watched his eyes close as he sighed contentedly. It took him a long moment, but he eventually did respond to your comment. “It’s easier having it put up.”
You hummed in response, taking the opportunity to admire his shoulders up close while his eyes were closed. They were toned, and wider than you realized when they were hidden under his coat. A natural result of climbing in the Highlands when Sneasler wasn’t nearby, surely. There were also a few scars visible, including a long one running from his shoulder down his back. The question was on the top of your tongue, but you lost your nerve and instead asked, “Why not cut it?”
“As shameful as it is to admit, I’ve been a bit lazy,” he explained, reaching up to rub his chin around his beard. “I’ve rarely bothered to cut it since I moved out to the Highlands.” It seemed like there was more to it, like there was more he wanted to say, but he didn’t elaborate further and you wouldn’t press.
“It looks good,” you confessed quietly. A flush appeared on his face as he glanced away, bashful again from your compliment. You wanted to ask why he didn’t ask someone else to cut it, like Arezu, but he didn’t give you the opportunity as he took a breath and dipped below the water’s surface, just as you had earlier.
He didn’t stay down long, and you almost choked on air when he came back up. He ran a hand down his face to remove the excess water, then ran a hand back over his hair to get it out of his face once more. Water dripping off of his sideburns, down his neck and shoulders…
Silence fell between you, but it wasn’t long before you felt the need to break it for your own sanity. “Is it lonely up in the highlands?”
“It’s… quiet,” he said. Then, he thought about it more, and corrected himself. “It’s quiet most of the time. Sneasler can be quite the troublemaker when she gets bored. Melli is also quite spirited, as you’re aware, but I rarely cross paths with him now.”
Spirited was putting it kindly, for Melli. You nodded, resolute. “I’ll make the time to come visit you more.”
He blinked, surprised. “I would welcome it, but I don’t want you to trouble yourself.”
“I want to. I miss you when I don’t get to see you.” You leaned over to give his shoulder a gentle, comradely squeeze, eyes widening just a bit when you felt how solid the muscles really were. He had been hiding a lot under that uniform, it seemed. Shyly taking your hand back, you turned to stare down at the water.
After a beat of silence, he returned the gesture, giving your shoulder a soft touch before immediately pulling away. “I’ve missed you as well. It’s wonderful to see you, despite the circumstances.”
You nodded, smiling softly as his words made your heart flutter. Adjusting your body, you groaned in pain as you stretched your legs out in front of you, suddenly remembering the day you had had. Pulling one foot towards you, you reached below the water to try and squeeze some of the tension out. It was unsuccessful, considering your hands were almost just as tender.
Ingo watched you silently. His expression didn’t change, as it rarely did, but he appeared contemplative. You felt him shift closer, water rippling around him as he moved, and you looked up to see him holding his hands out towards you.
“Allow me,” he said simply. It wasn’t a question, and didn’t appear to be a suggestion either as he looked at you expectantly.
You blinked once, slowly. Registering if he was truly offering what you thought he was offering. “Are you… serious?”
You could have sworn that one side of his perpetual frown twitched up for a moment. “Do I appear to be joking? Please, my dear, allow me.”
The term of endearment had heat creeping onto your face. It wasn’t the first time he had called you that, but it made you blush every time. In fact, he seemed to be using it more and more often. He was still waiting patiently. There was something in his tone, and his gray eyes, that you found difficult to say no to. Well, if he was earnestly offering...
You turned to sit sideways facing him and slowly stretched your leg out towards him, keeping it just under the surface of the hot water. He took hold of it with a firm grip, getting straight to work as he massaged your sore foot. You had to press your lips together and exhale slowly to hold back what would surely have been a mortifying sound. If he noticed, he kindly didn’t comment on it.
“You must strive to take better care of yourself,” he gently chided, working the tender sole of your foot with steady hands. “How do you intend to stay on track if you neglect your health?”
“I have to work to earn my keep with the Galaxy Team,” you murmured.
“They are overworking you, then.”
“Ingo, with respect, you are hardly the man to be lecturing about overworking." You could literally feel the calluses on his hands as evidence of his own personal work ethic.
That got a short bark of a laugh out of him. “Perhaps not, but I know my limits. Do you, dear?”
There was that sweet nickname again. In that moment, lounging in a hot spring with his callused hands giving you a massage, the word felt painfully domestic. You were silent, unable to answer him as your heart raced and your eyes trailed over his form. The snowflakes falling and sticking onto his gray hair. His arms flexing lightly with each movement of his hands. The intense, focused look on his face. You suddenly wondered how his sideburns and facial hair would feel against your skin, and had to mentally shoo those thoughts away.
You needed to think about something else, immediately, before your mind went too far again. Taking a deep breath, your voice came out quieter. “Can I ask you something?”
He glanced up at you briefly before looking back down, focused. “Of course you may.”
“If you were headed home from the Pearl Settlement, why were you this far West?” He was silent, so you continued, “If you were heading home, you should have headed south from the Icepeak camp.”
Silent, again. Satisfied with his work so far, he set your first foot down on the stone shelf before reaching down into the water for your other one, intending to give it the same treatment. You yelped quietly when he tugged your ankle upwards, throwing you off balance. It also tugged you closer to him as your hands slapped against the water, looking for purchase.
If you didn’t know any better, you’d say there was an amused twinkle in his eye.
In impulsive retaliation, you lifted your hand and splashed some of the spring water towards him. You watched as he froze, his hands stilling on you but not dropping your foot. Your eyes fell to his chest, where the water droplets you had thrown were sliding down and catching on his slate gray chest hairs.
When you finally lifted your gaze back to his face, he was already staring at you with intense eyes that sent a shiver down your spine. Then, he lifted his other hand, and splashed you right back. You let out a sound of protest as you tried to block the spray, devolving into laughter as you splashed him again. He retaliated again, and then he laughed too – low, rumbly, and long, and he was smiling.
The sound was absolutely wonderful, but the sight of his rare smile was truly one of your favorite things.
Laughter and splashing subsiding, he silently resumed his massaging. After another moment of comfortable silence, he spoke again. “I made a stop at the Icepeak camp on my way back. Professor Laventon told me you were out here, alone, once again…” The frown had returned to his face. His eyes shut, exhaling through his nose before continuing. “I could not continue on my journey home without first knowing that you were safe.”
You thought he was upset. “Oh, I’m… sorry.”
“Whatever for?”
“For making you worry. For getting you stuck out here with me in the cold. For-”
He locked eyes with you, suddenly very serious, and it killed whatever words were in your throat. “My dear, your safety is my utmost priority. I would have likely found myself at one of the other shelters, anyway, with how fast the storm blew in. I am grateful I found you, and to be here with you.”
His words left you breathless as he dutifully resumed his task. In truth, the massage was no longer needed there, and you shamefully wanted his attention elsewhere after that confession. You had been trying to ignore the growing throbbing between your legs from his hands on you, but it was becoming too much to ignore as your heart burned for him too.
Him staring at your lips came back to mind. He was already acting more touchy than ever before. More open with his emotions than you had ever seen him, too. Maybe this would be the night you were hoping for, after all.
“Ingo?” He hummed in acknowledgement, pressing particularly hard on the arch of your foot. It made your voice catch and a noise bubble up in your throat, but you forced your way through it. “M-My ankles hurt too. And my calves.” He paused for a long time, as if considering your words and the implications, before slowly nodding and sliding his fingers to your ankle instead, giving it the same treatment.
Instead of switching to your other leg, he moved to place one hand on each of your calves under the water, gently squeezing and massaging and working out all of the soreness with his rough, strong grip. Your eyes fell shut, head tilting back a bit as you tried not to let out any noises. It failed, the tiniest little whimper escaping you as he worked at your tense muscles.
You couldn’t see him trying his damndest to compose himself, but you heard the deep breath he took.
“How are you feeling now?” His voice startled you out of your haze, and you opened your eyes to look at him. You couldn’t quite read the look on his face, but his eyes looked… darker, somehow. He swallowed heavily before continuing. “Any improvement?”
“O-oh, much. Much better, I mean.” You laughed nervously, willing your heart to calm down. “Lots of improvement. Yep.”
The tiniest hint of a smile twitched at the corner of his lips. “Good.”
Something shifted then, in him and in you, as you looked at each other. The air felt heavier, like the steam was growing thicker around you, but it hadn’t gotten colder. In fact, everything felt far, far too hot. Ingo’s hands were still on top of your calves, and you gasped when he moved them just a centimeter higher.
You leaned towards him, just a little. The movement made your chest rise out of the water, showing the edge of your bandeau where it had slipped down. His half-lidded eyes flicked down at the movement, and he inhaled sharply before looking into your eyes again. He shifted, inching closer for a split second before stopping.
Then, he hesitated, gray eyes suddenly nervous as they flicked rapidly between your face and chest. All of the tension seemed to click back into his body, restraining himself. It was like he was coming out of a trance as he leaned back, releasing your legs. “I… I am being inappropriate, I apologize. You have been through an ordeal today, this is not…” He trailed off, looking away from you.
Your face fell. That’s not what you wanted at all, and you were fairly sure it wasn’t what he wanted either. Your lips curled into a pout, leaning forward a bit more and never looking away from his face. “It’s not what, Ingo?”
He glanced back at your face briefly before looking away, and you watched his Adam's apple bob hard as he swallowed. “It’s not… the right time.”
So, there would be a right time? A smile twitched at your lips at the idea. “And when would be a better time?”
“When you are not weary, or injured.”
“I’m fine, Ingo, really.” Your voice was a whisper now, closing in another inch. “Thanks to you. I’m lucky you were here today, and I’m very glad to be here… with you.”
He finally looked at you again, something like relief falling across his frowning face. While he wasn’t smiling, his eyes looked hopeful. His voice was just as quiet as yours as he asked, “Truly?”
“Yes,” you breathed. You had been slowly encroaching into his space the entire conversation, not even consciously–just being drawn to him. He seemed to feel it as well, turning his body to face you and leaning in. The water rippled gently around you both, steam curling through the cold air and up into the night sky. He was so close, and your eyes trailed over the little details you hadn’t seen before, like the little frown lines around his mouth.
You felt a bit of deja vu when his eyes dropped to your lips and lingered there, again. Your lips were practically ghosting against his as you whispered, “We’re here, now. Seems like a perfect enough time to me.”
He, blessedly, gave in first.
His chin tilted upward, closing the very small distance to give you a soft, tentative kiss. He actually missed a little, only hitting one half of your lips, but you adjusted for him, tilting your head to slot your mouth flush against his. You moved against him once, twice, and then he was following, kissing you in a slow, steady rhythm.
Even that alone was dizzying.
It seemed to be effective for him too, because a low, quiet noise was already rumbling from his throat as his hands reached up to cradle your face. A soft noise escaped you as well when you felt those now-familiar calluses brushing gentle strokes across your cheekbones, and you pressed closer to him to deepen the kiss. He sucked in a breath when you moved to straddle one of his thighs, your knee dangerously close to reaching a new destination between his legs.
“That cannot be comfortable for your knees,” he murmured between kisses, as he couldn’t seem to bear leaving you for long. It made you smile. He was still so worried about you, but you were a little confused when he actually started moving you, placing his hands on your hips. You let him, and he carefully positioned you until you were sitting on his lap sideways.
There was already something very hard and insistent pressing against your hip.
Once he had you settled, he wrapped his arm around your back, pulling you towards him and into another kiss. His other hand found one of yours and unexpectedly started massaging again, carefully moving from your palm to your fingers. You finally let out a moan at the sensation and the noise spurred him on, holding you tighter against him.
You could feel him smile into the kiss just before you slid your tongue into his mouth, and he let out a much louder noise at the sensation. Kisses grew messier by the minute, lips and hands wandering to new, unexplored destinations.
“I believe we’ve been in the water a bit too long,” he groaned, practically panting against the skin under your ear. You felt his teeth graze over the spot before he pulled back, and he was suddenly lifting you with his hands under your knees and back, cradling you against his chest as he stood up in the shallow water. You yelped as the cold air hit your heated skin, and he gave you a quick apology kiss on the temple as he carried you back inside.
The fire was just embers at that point, purposeful on Ingo’s part since it was unattended, but the tent was still noticeably warmer than outside. He had already put out the bedroll, you noticed, and he laid you down on it. He captured your lips once again, fervent but too quick before he pulled away apologetically. “Just a moment, my dear. I will return to you post-haste.”
You watched him tend to the fire impatiently, working to bring it back to a small flame for the two of you to stay warm. Your undergarments were uncomfortable now, wet and sticking to your skin. They needed to be set out to dry anyway, so you took it upon yourself to remove them while his back was turned.
When he glanced back at you, he did a double take before doubling his efforts to get the fire started. The determined look in his eyes made you laugh, and you settled back against the soft bedroll to wait for him, stretching your arms over your head.
True to his word, he didn’t make you wait long. Once the fire was built to his minimum satisfaction, he was back at your side on his knees, leaning over your body to stare down at you. His eyes were full of tender affection as he took in the sight of your full body, slowly. His hand moved to stroke your cheek again, sighing quietly as he just looked at you for a long moment.
“You are magnificent,” he breathed, smiling softly as you pressed your blushing face into his hand. Lifting your hand, you curled one finger towards yourself, and he obeyed, carefully crawling over your body and holding himself up with a hand on either side of your head.
He didn’t go straight for your lips this time, instead focusing his kisses on your neck and shoulders. “Tell me what you want, my darling, please” he begged, growing noticeably less composed as he directed his affection to your chest. He let out a very loud groan when you reached for his head to press his face in between your breasts, curling your fingers through his gray hair. His facial hair tickled pleasantly as he nuzzled his face against your skin, kissing and gently nipping everywhere he could reach.
“I want everything,” you confessed, delighted when that pulled another loud groan out of him. Bringing your hands to the sides of his face, you tilted his chin up to look you in the eyes. He looked absolutely awe struck, flushed and pupils already blown wide as you stroked your thumbs over his sideburns. “What do you want, Ingo?”
He looked surprised, but his gaze sharpened. Grabbing one of your hands on his face, he pressed a kiss to your palm before trailing up to the tips of your fingers. He was thinking, and you could tell when he made his decision when he groaned and took the tip of your thumb between his teeth briefly. “I’d like to taste you, if you’d allow me…”
It was your turn to groan, legs pressing together instinctively as heat throbbed. “Arceus, Ingo, please.”
He took his time trailing his lips down your body, like he was savoring every inch of skin. Feather light kisses to your ribs that made you giggle turned into open mouth kisses on your stomach, which then turned into light nips and sucks along your hips and down your thighs. You were a panting mess by the time he actually settled himself between your legs.
He seemed to run out of patience as well, because he didn’t waste a second before dragging his tongue through your wet folds. You both moaned, but his was louder, setting a pace that was truly akin to a man starved. He wrapped his hands around your thighs to gently pull your legs further apart, lapping at you and oh, you could see the corners of his mouth curl up as he did.
He looked so, so content between your thighs. You heard him mumble something against your cunt, but you didn’t have the hope of deciphering it as he wrapped his lips around the little bundle of nerves at the top of your entrance and sucked hard.
Your hands moved to card through his hair again, and he groaned against you as you did. The vibrations made you tug his hair, and he just grew louder, shoving his tongue deep into you as he could as his nose nudged against your clit. Your hips lifted involuntarily to grind against his mouth and his hands moved to support your bottom, pressing you up even harder against his face.
You weren’t sure how long he was down there before your legs were shaking and the tent smelled like musky arousal. You let out a long whine, feeling overstimulated from the attention he was giving your clit and trying to pull him up by his hair. “Ingo, please, I need you now, please.”
He looked absolutely debauched as he released you, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes, and he didn’t need to be told twice. He still took the time to kiss his way back up to your face, but it was much faster, almost a straight line; no time for detours as he tugged and kicked his still-damp shorts down his legs.
All of that tender ravishing of your body, and he still looked shy as he braced himself on his forearms above you, looking at you with both concern and wonder in his eyes. Another part of him wasn’t shy, however. You could feel his length twitch between your legs, and he seemed to absentmindedly grind down against your thigh as he quietly asked, “Are you sure…?”
“I’m sure,” you promised, leaning up to kiss him sweetly as extra reassurance. He didn’t break the kiss as he carefully tilted your hips up, sliding his length through your wetness with slow, easy movements. After what seemed like an eternity, his tip found your entrance, and a small roll of his hips had him dipping inside.
He took his time, allowing you to adjust appropriately as he stretched you open with slow, shallow thrusts. He pulled back to look at where you were joined, marveling at the sight of you taking him in further and further. “You’re doing so well, dear. So, so well for me. Bravo, darling.”
Under him, you were a mess of pants and whines, trying to match his pace by rolling your hips upward while you gripped the blankets beneath you. You threw your head back and groaned when he was finally seated fully inside of you, squeezing around him as he filled you perfectly.
“You are magnificent,” he moaned, repeating his words from earlier as he began rolling his hips more purposefully. He pressed his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes as he took you slowly, hitting deeper with every thrust. “Absolutely exquisite. Beautiful, beautiful…”
He dropped down to kiss you, swallowing your sweet noises and pressing his whole body against you as he languidly fucked you into the bedroll. Ingo was not being quiet, either, the volume of his moans increasing steadily as he worked to bring you to the destination you both seeked.
“Ingo, more, please,” you gasped, barely breaking the kiss to beg him. He didn’t hesitate, sitting up just enough to scoop your legs up, your knees in the crook of his elbows as he moved faster, hitting impossibly deeper at this new angle.
Desperate for release now, you trailed a hand down between your bodies to rub circles against your clit, his happy trail brushing against the top of your hand. You were no longer able to meet his thrusts with your own. It was all you could do to lie back and let him ravish you, the coil winding tighter and tighter in your core until it finally, blessedly, snapped.
Ingo’s hips stilled as you came around him, dropping your legs and pressing himself down against you as you cried out and squeezed him for what seemed like an eternity. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, keeping him as deep as possible as you rode out your blissful high.
A loud, desperate cry left him as he had to pull out, rutting his cock against your stomach as he moaned and rode out his own release, ropes of white going all the way up to your chest from the intensity. The tent felt so silent as you both caught your breath. You could faintly hear the fire still crackling, and the wind was starting to pick back up, your ears were still ringing with the sound of his loud voice.
Collapsing on his side, he tugged you towards him, kissing your forehead before tucking you underneath his chin. “That was… very unexpected.”
You couldn’t help but laugh and pulled back to look up at him, teasing him with his own lingo. “Unexpected? Was it a good detour, at least?”
“Of course! An incredible one!” He looked positively aghast that you even asked. He gestured to the state you were both in before running his hand over your waist again, bringing you closer. “This was just… not my intention. I had a schedule to court you properly. And I still will, mark my words, but I certainly cannot complain about the track we found ourselves on today. It’s one I have wished to travel.”
Your heart fluttered for the umpteenth time that day, and you could only squeak out a quiet, “Really?”
“Yes,” he breathed, eyes half lidded as he nudged your nose with his. “Oh yes, for a very, very long time now.”
You closed the distance, pressing your lips to his in a kiss he enthusiastically returned. He briefly got up to find a rag to clean you, but you tugged him back down onto the bed as soon as you could. He kissed you until you drifted off to sleep in his arms–tucked against his side and perfectly safe from harm.
Ingo, however, couldn’t sleep. He didn’t even want to. The storm had picked back up, and he was too tense listening to the howling wind around the temporary shelter. So, he was keeping watch over your sleeping form instead. He was blissfully happy from the unexpected outcome of his excursion, but anxiety was also swirling deep in his stomach. What would have happened if he hadn’t come looking for you?
He didn’t want to imagine the alternative route that could have been taken.
Taking a steadying breath, he leaned down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. When you snuggled yourself closer into his side, he truly felt more whole than he had in a very, very long time. There was still an ache of something missing deep in his soul, and he had the feeling that ache would remain until his memories returned. Still, in that moment he felt content, and fulfilled, and he was so very grateful.
The ache was manageable with your warmth filling his heart.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d keep your favor, but he truly didn’t believe it would be forever. He couldn’t allow himself such hopeful thoughts. At least, not yet. You, so young and beautiful and full of life. But, he would savor each moment you gifted him. He would watch over for you as long as you’d allow him, and then even longer still.
Finally contributing to the Ingo love, and spreading my longer-hair Ingo propaganda lol This felt so long while I was editing, but honestly reading it front to back i wish I had made it longer
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