From a little au that Touya is the cardcaptor instead of Sakura, but Tomoyo still insists on making the outfits. (Also I know I spelled kinomoto wrong on writing oops lol)
⚠️ cunnilingus, food play (honey), hickies, lots of praising and sweet nothings
waking up slow next to you is a delight. with winter as an excuse to keep your bodies close, atsushi couldn’t be more strangely grateful for the cold. your heartbeat flush up against his own and your legs tangled together... he loves how warm your skin is beneath his sweatshirt.
the gentleness of his fingertips stir you as they glide easily up your sides before fondling your chest. you nuzzle your smile into the crook of his neck.
“pervy.” you whisper in his ear.
and just like that, his skin is instantly hotter against your forehead. you can’t help smiling as his hands, though tense, don’t leave your body for a moment. you press yourself closer against him, plush snugly melting him on the spot. a wet, open-mouthed kiss right where his neck and shoulder connects begs him to whimper.
“at.su.shi.” you tease, “won’t you make me my morning tea with extra honey?”
“m-m’kay...”
he’s not fond of leaving you, but knows he’ll be back and all over you soon enough. so he prepares a cup of jasmine, steeped until strong with a splash of milk, and a generous dollop of honey. atsushi fetches the pot and wand, setting everything you asked for on a little tray. you were sat up and stretching by the time he walked in. the raising of your arms exposed tempting skin just above your lacy panties. he gulped.
something like hunger growled within him as he sets the tray down on the bedside table. harder than expected. your eyes dart at his before flying wide open as he grabs your shoulders and presses his lips against your own. harder than expected. he’d licked some honey off the wand from the pot just before he kissed you, making him taste deliciously sweet. the thin bridge of syrup and saliva stretched thin when atsushi pulled away just slightly.
“you’re so good at that...” you sigh as he pushes you down with porcelain delicacy.
you feel him tug your sweatshirt this way and that when he laces kisses down your neck, between your breasts, along your side... all the way down to your hip bone as he strips you of your panties. your hips are the worst when it comes to kisses and even the most tender love bites, always tossing and turning away despite him pinning you down. not that it discourages him, of course, your pent up giggles only focus atsushi’s attention.
and your thighs are so irresistibly soft. he sinks his teeth in and you can’t help giggling at the feeling of him groping your ass and squeezing your sides. a little bit extra tickly to distract from the hickies he litters all over you.
atsushi’s thumb rubs against the innermost flesh of your thigh as he parts your legs more widely. his other hand takes the honey wand and runs it along your pearl. its beveled ridges pull out squeaky hums from you as he drags it up and down, side to side, even circling the rounded top against your bundle of nerves until your legs twitch. all the while, the excess honey drips slowly but surely down over your folds and slit. you feel every single bit of its dribble. the glaze has atsushi practically drooling.
it’s hard to swallow with adoring hunger thick in his throat. his shallow panting in anticipation is hot fanning against you, the only warning you get as you stare up at the ceiling- seeing stars moments before the broad stripe of his tongue drags slow and deep along your slit. your body nearly sinks completely into the bed the same instant, but also draws nearer to him. both on pure instinct. he helps lift your waist so you’re right up against his mouth.
your fingers tighten on the fabric of your sweatshirt as atsushi kisses and licks your clit to both your heart’s content. oh, but your hearts are bottomless pits for pleasure like this.
“you’re sweet.” he murmurs, the buzz of his lips making you squirm with delight.
“y-you’re sweeter, at-s-ah!”
the way he sucks on your sensitive little pearl has you careening towards an orgasm deceptively fast. his lips brush down towards your slit again, teasing your entrance with kitten licks that make you desperately tug on the roots of his hair.
“c’mo-nn alrea-dy,” you shudder, trying to get him closer, “d’n ma-ake me wait- please...!”
atsushi could never deny you. his tongue does one more broad stripe up your slit before delving in gradually, the tip of his thumb prying you open just a little bit more. you barely feel any sort of resistance, just your walls fluttering as he makes his way to that spongey place inside of you that makes your toes curl. patiently, he massages your sweet spot until you’re moaning the honeyed bliss of an orgasm.
“mmm- oh- i... i love you- i love you so m-ah...! h-hh...!”
he kneads your throbbing pearl through the euphoria washing over you, extending your pleasure in wave after wave after wave to the point where you can barely keep your eyes open. a dreamlike haze settles over you as atsushi retraces the chain of kisses from your hips, up your sides, right on top of your breast bone, and along the curve of your neck. your hands shakily make their way to his face, rubbing his cheekbones and carding through his hair when he arrives at your lips. you cling to him, desperate to be locked in forever and ever as his smile rests on the corner of your mouth.
“i love you too, [ 🍬 ]. so so much... did i make you feel good?”
it shouldn’t be sucha genuine question considering what a lovingly undone, dripping mess you are, but you nod and wrap your quivering legs around his waist. even with silent praise, you can feel his hard on through his sweatpants as a your fingertips trail down his arm. now he’s shuddering. you have just enough strength to sit yourself squarely on top of him. His peach blush encroaches from his shoulders to his collarbones, all the way up his neck and to his ears. even when he can make you feel the way he does, he is still endearingly shy and oh so easily flustered. Your palms smoothing up and down his stomach and ribs has him mumbling incoherently.
“now, let me make you feel good too.” you whisper, hot breath in his ear as tug gently on the waistband of his sweatpants.
“mm-! i-i love you.” he whines before you can even do more.
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