even with the phone in front of your face, liam could see the smile you had on. wasn’t hard to, really. he could see the corners of your eyes crinkling and he could hear it in your tone. “you look so handsome…” nearly absentmindedly, truly cheesing over how good he looked.
the small photoshoot ended after you had only snapped five pictures, mostly because liam stopped posing the same way he always did. with the age difference, he never really understood what’s with the younger folks taking a billion shots of the same thing.
he didn’t understand it with his kids, and he surely didn’t understand it with you. but he didn’t mind, ever since the day you had made him the responsible for capturing your cute outfit matching with the sunset in the coast of italy. “it’s so i can have options, baby.” you had explained sweetly. he huffed behind the camera, but tapped his finger on the small circle, anyway.
you plopped down beside him. the hem of your cute, perhaps too short for his liking, white dress rode up your thighs as you showed him the screen of his phone. his hand absentmindedly rested on your thigh, looking attentively at the pictures.
but from his peripheral vision, he could see you were looking at his face instead. so, he picked up his gaze, his expression shifting into that smug, nearly amused one that always drove you up the wall. mostly because he saved it for the moments where you showed him that the little bottle of viagra in his bedside drawer was necessary no matter how much he wanted to deny his age. it’s better to accept it than leave his pretty girl hanging after just one, sweaty round, he thought.
“what?” he asked quietly.
you smiled as you leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips. “you look so good…” you whispered.
his pink lips, softer now because you insisted he applied cacao butter whenever london got too cold, shifted from a little kissy pout to a little smirk. “yeah?” he replied just as quietly.
“mhm…” you hummed sweetly, shifting until you were straddling his thigh.
his laugh was quiet, raspy. though his palm settled on your asscheeks, the hem brushing the back of his hand. “what’re you doing, hm?”
you whined softly, leaning until your mouth pampered his neck with soft kisses, shifting your hips forward and back slowly. “need you.”
he huffed, brows raising. “yeah?” he teased, gripping your flesh a bit harder as a silent encouragement. it wasn’t the first time — no matter how much he adores quickies, nearly as much as the fact you just can’t help yourself when it comes to him, the physiological response of his cock was a bit slower at this age.
sometimes it was his fingers doing the work when his cock was still catching up to his arousal. sometimes his tongue. right now, it seemed the lucky one would be his thigh.
“mhm…” this time, it slipped out of your lips in a moan, wrapping your arms around his neck and sniffing the scent of his cologne as you deliberately grinded your clothed cunt over his thigh.
his hands rubbed up your back, the thick fingers applying the pressure that made you clench around nothing. he leaned in, nibbling your earlobe on purpose — smirking to himself as he felt the gold clinking softly between his teeth, the same jewelry he spend hours choosing, it’s the least he could do for his sweet girl.
“such a naughty girl.” he whispered.
you gasped softly at how the words sounded in his voice, you could never get used to it. nodding in a tiny motion, feeling your cheeks flush.
“yeah? gonna make a mess all over this fancy suit? hm?” he leaned back until his body rested softly over the cushion, pulling you with him until your chest was half pressed over his. the angle made the friction feel even better, making you force yourself to muffle a moan on his soft cheek, lips parting and a shaky breath dampening his skin as you smelled his aftershave.
“better be quick, yeah?” he said gently, unlike his hand greedily giving your ass a firm squeeze.
then, he took your left hand into his, bringing your knuckles close to his mouth and placing a tender kiss on the rock on your finger.
“gonna make you my wife in a bit…” he whispered gently, kissing the back of your hand and smirking against it as he felt you dampening the fabric snug around his thigh. “can’t wait too long.”
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