If even just a few months ago, anyone were to ask Albedo about his dating life, the boy would simply state that it was non-existent. He would shrug the matter off, deeming it not worth his precious time to ponder upon. He would not comprehend the ruckus that it could bring into people’s existence. The complexity of emotions stemming from developing feelings for the other individual has never been the area of his expertise, neither a topic of his interest.
Albedo is a renowned doctor after all, and such trivial affairs are of no concern for him. Besides, with his extremely busy schedule, and a very narrow circle of acquaintances, it would be nothing short of a miracle to stumble upon the love of his life.
Yet, here we are.
Albedo, still thinking that it must be some sort of a big hoax, finds himself dragged into a conversation that he would rather be more than willing to avoid. The universe must be screwing with him. How did it all come to that? He looks at his younger sister Klee with a stern expression on his flawless face. A hint of rosy colour beautifully paints itself on his otherwise pale complexion. Klee’s eyes look expectant, naggingly so, even.
„Sooo? Are you going to confess?”
Albedo busies himself with the documents that rustle in his dainty hands as he hurriedly puts them into his briefcase.
„Confess what?”
He counters, choosing to remain oblivious.
„Ohh, you don’t play dirty with me like that! I know you like the back of my hand, big brother!”
Albedo would have to admit that Klee is undoubtedly right about that but his little sister is just too nosy for her own good and he cannot indulge in her antics too much. He recognizes the good intentions behind her actions and knows that she only desires what would be best for him, however, he doesn’t feel ready for this type of argument with her. Not now, when he already can recognize this fluttering sensation in his stomach that gets worse with each passing second.
„Klee, eat your soup and stop with that nonsense.”
Albedo’s hand runs through the beautiful blonde strands, leaving them slightly dishevelled.
Klee huffs and puffs like the adorable little kid she is, a spoon in her hand pointed at her flustered brother.
„If you don’t tell Y/N, I’m gonna do it myself!”
She warns, cutting the air around her with the menacing weapon in her little hand. Albedo would most likely be amused by her behaviour, if not for the seriousness of the matter.
The door swings open and a chilly hustle of wind reaches Albedo’s burning hot cheeks. It’s autumn already. The time really flies fast. The recollection of meeting you, your pretty face basking in the warmth of spring sunshine, is very vivid in the doctor’s memory. As if it happened yesterday.
„Tell me what?”
You query, overhearing the conversation between the doctor and his little sister. The duo, unbeknownst to them, has turned your life upside down and you can’t imagine going back to how lonely it felt without their presence.
You enter the kitchen and the corners of your mouth curve upwards.
„Nothing important. I might have to stay a little bit longer in the hospital. Would you be fine with that?”
Albedo’s teal eyes linger on yours as he awkwardly shifts to face you. The tingles in his stomach have become unbearable. How is it that he can’t put himself together when you are around?
„Oh, you know it’s not a problem at all. We’re gonna have a blast with Klee, as per usual, right?”
You walk up to the pouty girl and tousle her hair affectionately. She leans into the touch, but her eyes are still piercing through her brother, making silent threats.
„That’s very reassuring. I can’t thank you enough f---,”
„Please don’t, Doctor Albedo. No need to thank me. I love spending time with Klee.”
You cut in, not letting him finish.
Despite his best attempts not to, Albedo grimaces at the way you address him. Ever since you started your internship at the hospital you’ve been always so formal and polite towards him. And, as much as it wasn’t much of an issue in the beginning, right now it feels as if somebody punched his face. He has told you so many times to skip the courtesies, especially that you have become Klee’s babysitter. You are such a frequent visitor here that it just doesn’t sit right with him. Sure, it would be all fine if you insisted on calling him like that in the hospital, but here? Why are you so stubborn? Albedo can’t understand.
He sighs and defeatedly gathers his car keys and the briefcase from the table. Sulkily, Albedo trudges in the direction of the front door. Klee’s shoulders drop as her eyes follow her sad brother.
„Ahem, Doctor Albedo?!”
He turns around, freezing at the doorstep.
„Make sure not to overwork yourself, ok?”
He feels weak in his knees when you smile at him like that. He shakes his head timidly, somewhat too afraid to say anything.
Thus, if Albedo were to be asked about his love life again, the word non-existent would be inevitably replaced with complicated.
He smiles back and reluctantly leaves the house, wondering how to calm the thumping heart in his chest.
Late at night, he returns home to the most adorable view his eyes have ever witnessed. Albedo tip-toes to the living room, careful not to wake you up. As he approaches, he notices something that makes his heart skip a beat. Are his eyes deceiving him, by any chance?
Albedo walks up to you, curled up and motionless on the sofa. Your steady breathing tells him that you must be fast asleep. He hesitates for a fleeting moment, but then, his curiosity takes the better of him. Ever so lightly, he sits down next to you and reaches for the blanket that tightly hugs your body. He lifts it just a little and now he is certain. You are indeed wearing one of his sweaters.
He swallows hard, eyeing the piece of clothing that makes you look even more perfect in his eyes. But, in all honesty, the renowned doctor doubts his ability to judge things clearly when you are around.
Albedo tucks you in again, making sure to wrap you up nicely. The weather is awful outside, he wouldn’t like you to catch a cold.
Normally, after his night shifts, you would be just waiting for him to go back home, studying for classes or reading some books that were recommended by him. You would greet him with sleepy eyes and a yawn that Albedo always finds adorable. But, then again, isn’t he just biased?
Today is different, though, and Albedo would be a liar if he said that he didn’t enjoy looking at your relaxed features. He realizes that it must be extra creepy, but well, nobody will find out anyway, right?
His cold fingers skim over the skin of your face, tracing the intricacies of your beauty. Albedo notes that this type of touch is very addicting. So, the doctor continues studying your face, allowing himself to brush his fingers lower, down to your neck. Your skin feels velvety smooth, delicate too. Albedo can only imagine it would bruise extremely easily under his lips.
Speaking of which, no doctor should just jump to hasty conclusions without proper examination. That’s incredibly silly of him to infer from so little evidence. Hasn’t he repeatedly cautioned his students to inspect the patient in detail before coming up with a final diagnosis?
He lowers himself, aiming for the side of your neck. Albedo halts his movement, brushing his nose over the sensitive area behind your ears. He breathes in your scent, closing his eyes to indulge in the pleasure of savouring you. He inhales insatiably, sending his senses into overdrive. How can anyone smell so good?
With utmost precision, Albedo places his lips on the front side of your neck, right where he can feel your pulse. It beats rhythmically against his soft lips and he presses harder, sucking on the flesh. His tongue comes into contact with your skin and the doctor observes that you taste even better than he anticipated. He sucks harder and harder, not sparing a single thought to what could possibly happen if you woke up. Surely you would understand. Besides, it is your fault for falling asleep on his sofa, wearing his sweater, on top of that.
So the sucking turns into playful licks and kisses, Albedo fully devotes himself to discovering how much more it will take to discolour your pretty tissue, to make it turn red and irritated. Getting incredibly bold, Albedo grazes your neck with his teeth and you give out the lightest of moans. The teal pools fixate on your face. The doctor scrutinizes you, hoping to hear more of that sweet whimpers. Alas, it seems that you are still asleep. Although, it may be for the better.
A part of him wants to continue with the examination, however, these blotches of red colour awake some sort of sense of guilt within him. Has he been too greedy?
He tucks your hair behind the ear and marvels at the fact that you made his dick hard. Maybe unwittingly, and probably also against your will, but it’s too late anyway.
He has gone so far, it won’t change much if he were to kiss you too.
So, having made up his mind, Albedo once again leans in, getting closer to your resting self. In spite of being aware that he absolutely mustn’t wake you up, he all too hungrily covers your lips with his. He lets himself linger, feel you properly. He can’t deny, you being unconscious gives him all the wrong ideas and Albedo releases your lips, being too afraid of the growing issue in his underwear.
„Forgive me, Y/N. You should not have put so much trust in me. I’m a man, after all. A man with one very big weakness.”
He whispers in a raspy voice, taking delight in the view of your marked skin. He has done so well.
The next day, once you open your eyes, you can barely recognize your surroundings. It takes good five minutes before you recall being mighty tired after having spent the entire afternoon running around with Klee and building the blanket fortress for Dodo King.
Wait a minute, have you just slept the entire night on Doctor Albedo’s sofa?
You jump to your feet, exasperated.
„Fuck!”
You curse, looking at the clock. The morning lecture is going to begin soon. In a frenzy, you run to the bathroom to make yourself presentable. You don’t have much time, therefore, you hardly spare a glance at yourself in the mirror. You make a very weak attempt at subduing this bedhead of yours and hurriedly head for the front door. You are slipping on your shoes when you hear Albedo’s heavy with sleep voice.
„Leaving so early?”
He asks, descending the stairs. Contrary to you, this man looks as beautiful as ever. Is it even humanely possible to be so attractive? It’s 7 a.m., for fucks sake.
He walks up to you, stopping close enough for his alluring cologne to enter your nostrils. He must have just showered, some of the gold strands are still mildly wet.
„I, um, I have a morning lecture.”
You utter, chastising yourself internally for staring at him. You couldn’t be possibly more obvious, could you?
„I was hoping you would stay for breakfast.”
Albedo lures you in with this soft smile of his. It’s so gentle and yet has enough power to turn your brain into mush. Your belly feels funny, is it because you haven’t had anything to eat yet? With clammy hands, you reach for the coat but Albedo is faster.
He squeezes it tightly, relentlessly waiting for your response. This jittery sensation in your stomach gets worse.
„Morning big brother! Morning Y/N!”
Klee hollers, running up to Albedo. She wraps her tiny hand around his leg and peers at your face. Her infectious smile disappears in a flash when her keen eyes drop lower.
„Y/N! What happened to your neck?”
Klee panics, grabbing your hand into hers.
„Big brother is a doctor, he will help you! You don’t have to worry about a thing, am I right?”
She turns to Albedo, holding to you for dear life.
„My neck? I don’t understand. Klee, I’m all fine. Trust me.”
You try to calm her down while taking a peek at yourself in the mirror. You break out in cold sweat once you realise what she was referring to.
Albedo chuckles lightly observing your reaction.
„It’s nothing big, Klee. Probably just a mosquito bite. Go and brush your teeth, I’ll take care of Y/N.”
Klee relaxes visibly and hugs you before waving you goodbye. She hops away, following Albedo’s orders.
The room goes silent again.
„It was one nasty mosquito, I reckon.”
Albedo lifts his hand and gently caresses the reddened skin. Holding your breath, you simply nod and then giggle awkwardly. Is he actually touching you? Your body shivers and Albedo’s eyes narrow when you let him do as he pleases.
„It looks beautiful on you.”
He praises, withdrawing his hand to gently cloak you with your coat. Your heart beats so loudly that you can hear it thudding in your ears. Albedo, being as close as he is, must be hearing it too.
„W-what exactly, Doctor Albedo?”
You stutter, no longer grasping the subject of the conversation.
„My sweater, Dummy. What else?”
He smiles, albeit rather mischievously. His teal pupils glow with joy.
„I’m so sorry I, uh, I---,”
You rush to defend yourself, completely ignoring the fact that he has just called you a dummy. You are too angry for forgetting to put the sweater away before he caught you wearing it.
„Keep it, please. You’ll make me very happy.”
The doctor insists, placing his hand on your shoulder and squeezing it gently. Once again, he captures you with his remarkable eyes, penetrating you to the very bone. You exhale a shaky breath.
„Uh-huh.”
It’s all you come up with, bewitched by his overwhelming presence.
„I’m going to see you tomorrow.”
Albedo states rather than asks and you hate how your brain immediately envisions all the wrong things that you would like him to do to you.
„Sure, gotta go.”
You wiggle out of his grasp and bolt out of the house. One thing is for certain, though. You have never heard of mosquitoes in this type of chilly weather.
Time sure flies by, and you are also more than happy about that in the current circumstances. You have been waiting eagerly for your next visit to the doctor’s house and when the day finally comes, you can hardly contain yourself.
There are no bigger changes in the way everything transpires. Before leaving, Albedo eats dinner with you, sharing some stories from work. It is also worth noting that he prepared your favourite dish and you can’t help that goofy smile that creeps over your face when the teal eyed beauty informs you about that. Klee is as lively as always, quickly draining your energy, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
It must be around midnight when you pass out on the sofa, with the book in your hand. Having woken up the next day, you immediately notice an extra blanket that is safely cocooning your body. There are also some cookies on the coffee table and a glass of milk under which you spot a little piece of paper. You pick it up and despite being drowsy, you easily recognize the neat handwriting of the golden-haired doctor.
In case I won’t have the chance to see you before you leave, I would like to thank you for your help. Yesterday’s shift was longer than I had predicted. If that’s not too much, may I ask you to come again at the weekend? I would be very much obliged.
PS
Make sure to eat something. As your doctor, I find it very upsetting when you leave my house without a proper meal.
Albedo
His message makes you feel all warm inside and your stomach twists in knots yet again. It is a bit strange how he called himself „your doctor”. You keep mulling over that while munching on cookies that he left for you. What did he mean by that, anyway?
A bit later, you’re all ready to head out. Everyone is still asleep. It is so silent in the house that it’s almost disturbing.
You don’t know exactly why, but something tells you to quickly check one thing before leaving. You halt in front of the mirror in the corridor. Your fingers pull at the material of your turtleneck and reveal the skin hidden underneath. Your mouth hangs open and a weird squeak escapes your lips before you can stifle it.
Another mosquito bite. Right on the opposite side of your neck. You cover the reddened flesh and grab your bag. Your cheeks burn so badly and you wholeheartedly appreciate the pleasantly crispy air outside.
Albedo had no idea that simple things like you wearing his sweater under the lab coat could awake such ecstatic emotions inside of him. He has never been swayed by this type of intense longing, unable to be satisfied need to just lay hold of you and keep you as his own. Fortunately, the beautiful marks he has left on your skin rightfully show who you belong to. Also, seeing you so unbothered by their presence, with no intention of covering them whatsoever, Albedo surmises that you wouldn’t mind at all if he, by any chance, chose to take more of you.
Well, it goes without saying that you being so vulnerable, defencelessly resting on his sofa, is the most welcoming of invitations he could ask for.
Therefore, the doctor prowls after you, getting through the poorly illuminated room. This time, with not as much as a shade of doubt, Albedo sits beside you and wolfishly aims for the bare skin. With hands placed on both sides of your head, he lunges forward, running his tongue along your earlobe. It glides over the delicate cartilages, heating the cold flesh. But then, your body stirs.
Albedo props up on his elbow to study your face. He waits, patiently scrutinizing your trapped beneath him figure. A lecherous smile graces his features It is this impish look of self-satisfaction that you have never seen on him. Your eyes squeeze even more tightly, waiting in suspense for his next move.
The doctor recognizes the subtle difference in the way your breath comes out more unevenly, the air raggedly flowing in and out of your lungs. He catches the sight of your fingers digging into the blanket when he presses his upper body to yours. Albedo hovers over you with his long hair dangling over your face and your belly churns in anticipation.
He reaches to your temples, stroking the flesh with his fingers and then you realize that you have been furrowing your brows all the time.
Your heart hammers in your chest as you draw on every ounce of strength not to let your eyes fly open despite how much you want to drown in these teal pools of infinite magic.
„I know you are not asleep, Dummy.”
Albedo whispers, his breath fanning over your cheeks and your body quivers again.
„Open these pretty eyes for me.”
The doctor pleads, brushing his nose over yours, which sends yet another involuntary shudder through your body.
„If you continue being so stubborn, I’ll just assume that I can do whatever I want to you. Not like it matters anyway since you are so fast asleep.”
He chuckles, making everything in your groin tighten. If you were to open your eyes now, you would be hit by this look in his eyes, now more intense than ever. It is just need. Pure, unadulterated need. The doctor thinks he must be possessed or something. The notion of fucking you here, pretending to be unaware of all of that, penetrates him to the very bone and it consumes his thoughts wholly.
„Fine by me.”
Albedo gives you an innocent peck, only to cup your cheek in his warm hand and fully envelope your lips with his. He doesn’t waste any time, sinking his tongue into your mouth and you allow him to taste you, parting your lips for him. He kisses you like a starved man, savagely bruising your tender lips in the process. There is nothing calm and reserved about the way he fumbles with the blanket to uncover your body. Nothing like his usual mellow attitude as Albedo lewdly moans into your mouth when he rests his whole weight on top of you, pushing his erected cock into your hipbone.
„Mhm-mm!”
You whimper, as Albedo’s hand creeps under the sweater that you borrowed from him and starts feeling up your body, higher and higher. Albedo responds to your strangled whine by pressing himself more into you, aiming to slide his dick over your clothed core. It does wonders to both of you. It makes you pulsate inside, and as everything tightens, your little act falls like dominoes.
Your hands sink into the gold strands, fisting them as you force him to kiss you harder. Albedo tilts his head and fulfils your demand, lewdly swirling his tongue against yours. He crushes you underneath him, humping with full force against your sex. There is no air to breathe, no possibility of squirming away from the feverish snap of his hips into you.
„Be--, ahh, Bedo,”
You pant, pathetically attempting to call out his name in between the punishing thrusts. He keeps rilling into you, making you clench over and over again. You definitely don’t want to cum like this, into your pants. The very thought of your hole contracting around nothing makes you panic even more. You push him with your hands, moving your head away to break the kiss but he doesn’t relent. His fingers dig into your jaw and he immobilizes you to keep you steady.
Like in a stupor, Albedo doesn’t stop grinding all over you. Sensing your orgasm, you cry out loudly, again and again pleading into his dominant lips. All in vain, as the sounds of protest, all but drown into the rough kisses.
Bracing yourself for the imminent release, you pathetically wrap your leg around his hip, hoping that it could earn you some more friction. It feels like he is going to wring this orgasm out of you, whether you want it or not.
As your toes curl and hips push forward into Albedo’s dick, you don’t think you have ever experienced something as intense as the brewing ecstasy in your groin. So unexpected, yet longed-for since the day you met him.
But then, the doctor stops.
His pelvis comes to a halt, as he leaves your swollen lips with a lewd smack.
He towers over you, cheeks red and eyes glistening with the unshed tears of frustration. Albedo has no idea how, but he managed to deny himself this orgasm for so fucking long that he cannot screw it all up now. He will fuck you exactly the way he has imagined, so often degraded to a whimpering mess in the safety of his bedroom. How many times has he stroked his cock with your name rolling off his tongue, biting into his arm so that he would not rouse his little sister with these obscene moans? How many times have you unknowingly made him so hard that he had to excuse himself to the bathroom, whip his cock out of the unpleasantly wet underwear and cum all over the sink while you were playing with Klee right behind the wall?
Yes, Albedo knows for sure that he must be a fucking creep but it is not his fault. Not fucking his fault.
„Oh, have you slept well, Pretty?”
For a moment you are sure that you are about to cum. Your walls clench, waiting to be stimulated but it never happens, as his hips have left you. You bite your lips hard, so frustrated. He cannot be serious. Albedo has this quizzical look behind his half-lidded eyes.
„What a shame. I was about to fuck you but...,”
He lowers himself and starts whispering against your ear.
„Unfortunately, you caught me this time.”
Needily, you want to pull him back in, fisting his shirt and he chuckles hollowly.
„Hey, Dummy,”
He sounds amused, somewhat out of it. You grab him tighter and force him to look at you.
„So, you want to be fucked, I take it?”
Irked by his nonchalance, you lift yourself to bite his lower lip and he gasps, unprepared for the sudden sting of pain. The metallic taste of blood dissolves on your taste buds when Albedo reciprocates the kiss, delving his tongue inside again. Meanwhile, your fingers quickly reach for his slacks and you undress him, dying to finally see his cock. He does the same for you, clumsily stripping you naked while trying to feel your lips on his all the time.
There is this shiver that shoots down your spine when he presses his wet and hard cock to your lower belly. His girth is impressive and it does look as pretty as the doctor himself. You question whether he hasn’t been sculpted by some artist because it is virtually beyond any reason to be this fucking flawless. How fucking unfair.
„You’re dripping down there.”
He comments, boldly eyeing your arousal. The comment would have probably made you self-conscious if not for the pure fascination in his teal orbs.
„How should I prep you? With my tongue or lube? Both, maybe? I’m sorry. I’m out of practice. No matter, though. I really need to fuck you.”
Albedo’s cock throbbing against you expresses his urgency better than the sinful words he has just uttered. He kneels and places his hands on your hips to scoop you closer to him. It makes you squeak and you hurriedly prop up on your elbow to grip his shoulder. He was about to lean in, fuck that little hole with his tongue.
„Bedo, ah I- I, erm, I’m ready. Please, just fuck me?”
You ask nicely, growing even redder than before.
„I don’t intend to hurt you, Dummy.”
The doctor whispers, scrutinizing your face. It is the same type of prying gaze that you so often witness when he examines his patients. Fuck, there is no way that he wouldn’t notice. You better come clean before he exposes you himself.
„Well, no, no. No need to worry about that. I, erm, I have already fingered myself, I guess? Somehow, yeah.”
Albedo’s teal eyes grow twice the size at your confession and when it finally sinks in, he just smirks.
„You have fingered yourself in my fucking living room, right here on this sofa, wearing my sweater, on top of that? Is that what you are trying to say?”
Albedo inquires, hooking your leg over his shoulder while pinning you down. His member perfectly aligns with your entrance and the tip of his cock protrudes against the taut ring of muscles. It makes you feel so exposed. The intensity of his heated stare reaches the deepest parts of your soul.
You simply nod, seeing that he won’t budge unless you satisfy him with the answer.
„And here I thought, I was being the nasty one.”
Tenderly, he locks his lips with you again, gently guiding himself in. The tip goes in smoothly. It makes you tremble in the mix of excitement and slight discomfort. Nevertheless, the next inches stretch you beyond your limit, and if you weren’t crying out his name just moments ago, right now Albedo can barely muffle those indecent sobs. He loves how warm it all feels inside, the way your silky walls accommodate his cock, adjusting to his presence.
„You are squeezing me too hard, relax.”
Albedo groans, struggling so hard when you don’t stop clenching around him. His fingers roam over your body, finding their safe spot on your chest. He grabs you, using his palm to circle the erected nipple.
„Ah-hah!”
You keen, arching your back to get him to move deeper to hit that spot, demanding his attention. Albedo reads the situation quickly and buries himself to the very balls, in one harsh thrust that leaves you teary-eyed.
„Y-you ok, Dummy?”
He asks, concerned. His dick pulsates as if it had its own will, definitely not eager to stop when everything feels so hot and tight.
You shake your head, devastated at how caring he is and how awfully nervous he sounds right now. Your rock your hips, signalling him to continue.
Albedo kisses you sweetly and then your vision goes black and feet curl in pure bliss when he starts moving. You let out a moan as another tide of pleasure hits you owing to his precision. He goes all in, reaching deep inside where you need him most. You adapt to his pace, pushing back whenever he sinks his cock into you. However, there is very little you can do with how hard he holds you in place.
Everything feels incredible, heat sizzles in you like during one of these summer days. Albedo takes your chin and tilts your head to the side so that you are looking directly into his eyes. It makes you want to melt, his dick so perfectly penetrating you, the loving gaze full of unspoken adoration.
„B-Bedo?”
You draw in a short breath, sneaking your hand behind his back to keep him close.
„Can you cum with me?”
His voice is somehow huskier than usual, awed by your beauty as he loses himself completely in the sight of you moaning under his body.
You think you might combust right there and then.
„Just tell me when.”
„Ah-hhah--, now, p-please now!”
Albedo’s hips pick up the pace, breaking every last wall within you. The flames of desire begin dancing wildly in your groin, with no way of backing out. Your face flushes a furious crimson, hearing the doctor so lewdly moaning next to your ear. He pumps in so hard, an angry vein appears on the side of his abs. He looks fucking majestic and you just claw his back, taking everything that he wants to give you.
You are in a trance, barely registering that Albedo collapsed on top of you like a lifeless puppet. His sweaty forehead rests on your chest and the gold strands splay all over you, in a mess. He cannot seem to be able to catch his breath, too affected by his shattering orgasm.
You feel so calm and satisfied. Without a care in this world, you fall asleep, listening to Albedo’s heavy breathing.
The next day, when you wake up, you immediately recognise the scent that surrounds you. You’re in Albedo’s bed and everything smells like him. You are also wearing his pyjamas and it makes you blush like a teenager. It appears that he must have found enough strength to clean you both up and carry you to his bed. You sit there for longer than necessary, processing everything that has happened and you simply can’t help but wonder whether it all wasn’t just another lewd fantasy of yours.
But then again, the throbbing sensation between your leg feels much too real to be imaginary. Limping, you head downstairs.
Klee’s giggle coming from the kitchen tells you where to look for the adorable duo.
Albedo almost drops the cup in his hands once you appear in the doorway. He clears his throat, not knowing what to do with his other hand. Ultimately, he just pushes it into the pocket of his trousers, smiling awkwardly in your direction.
„Good morning Y/N!”
Klee jumps to her feet and runs up to you.
„Morning, Klee. Did you sleep well?”
You ask, softly combing through her bedhead with your fingers but it doesn’t help one bit.
„Perfectly fine!”
She grins, flashing her white teeth.
„My brother’s bed is very comfortable. I bet you also had a good night’s rest.”
She clasps her hands enthusiastically and peers knowingly at you, which makes you flustered.
Albedo clears his throat again, putting the coffee away.
„Klee, how about you go to your room and make your bed, huh?”
She giggles, winking at you before she leaves the two of you alone.
There is a moment of silence, but finally, Albedo musters up enough courage to break it. He trudges forward, stopping right in front of you.
His teal orbs seize you up, glowing beautifully. You get captured by their charm, yet again questioning his human origin.
„Hope that you did sleep well, after all?”
Albedo asks, all too shyly considering what he did to you yesterday.
„Yeah, just slightly sore, is all.”
You give him a timid smile, enjoying the blush that creeps over his face.
„But, I assume you know how to deal with this, right, Doctor Albedo?”
He snorts, brushing his fingertips over yours.
„Certainly I do, Dummy. I’m your doctor, am I not?”
Albedo is engulfed in one of his many research objectives when he picks up on the noises coming from the hallway leading to his private lab, courtesy of none other than the mafia boss himself. The lab is conveniently placed in the basement of his house, allowing him to carry out experiments whenever he just so fancies.
The current arrangement is kindly sponsored by the head of the mobster family, who approached Albedo quite a few years ago and offered him a contract of a very peculiar nature. The conditions were simple and, the mysterious man was very straightforward about the whole deal.
„Become the doctor for my family and, in exchange, I will support you financially in your research. You shall be protected by my people, as well. I promise to make it worth-wile for you. You do not seem to be particularly happy about your current predicament, am I not right?”
Albedo had to acknowledge that the finely-dressed man was unequivocally and all the more painfully right about that. Despite being wildly talented, Albedo ended up being forced to work as a doctor in a local hospital. Money issues, lots of them, to be exact. His research was costly. He always found himself short on equipment and without enough funds to cover his expenses. Day by day, he would treat minor injuries or tend to kids with snotty noses. ‘What an awful waste of time and talent,’ Zhongli rubbed in his face while demanding decisions rather point-blank.
And so, Albedo gave in.
„Albedo! Albee--, oh there you are!”
Kaeya hollers on top of his lungs while dragging you into the laboratory. His muscular arm is glued to your middle and, you are pitifully clinging to him as if your limbs turned into the octopuses’ tentacles. Albedo puts away the vial with bizarre-looking translucent liquid and cranes his neck only to see you grimacing in pain. Again. Air whooshes out of his lungs, turning into a sigh full of tiredness and maybe even irritation. You have already learned to interpret these different types of exhales or prolonged gasps. This one is undoubtedly the tell-tale sign of Albedo being done with your imbecility. Splendid. You flash him a smile, choosing to ignore the blood oozing from the deep wound on your thigh. He does not seem to appreciate the friendly gesture.
„Can’t you go a day without me patching you up?”
„I beg your pardon? I haven’t been here for a week.”
Albedo rolls his eyes and gives you one of the best ‘I am tired of your bullshit’ facial expressions ever. He walks up to you and helps Kaeya escort you to the examination couch. Albedo’s hand sneaks up to your waist.He hangs your arm over his shoulder. Dammit. His cheek is right next to your face. Ohhh, behold the beauty of this man. His side-profile makes you weak in your knees, so you are more than glad for the little assistance from the two men.
„We had a little bit of a situation there. It was a surprise attack and, we were outnumbered.”
Kaeya debriefs, stepping aside to give Albedo space to tend to your injury. The doctor arches his perfect eyebrow at the navy-haired friend and decides not to remind him how it is always something ‘unexpected’ or ‘sudden’ that results in you sitting on the very same examination couch roughly a few times a month. He turns to the small cupboard to fetch the surgical gloves.
„Spare me the details. I will let you know once she is pieced back together.”
Kaeya simply nods and waves at you before heading for the exit. Within earshot, he can hear how you start complaining, and the doctor just remains silent, attempting not to lose his shit. Kaeya chuckles, winking at poor Albedo knowingly before leaving for good.
„Have fun!”
Albedo doesn’t even respond as he is attacked by your hands, presently yanking the sleeves of his pristine-white lab coat.
„I need to be as good as new by tomorrow. I can’t let these idiots handle the mission without me.”
Albedo glances down. Your eyes fixate on his, stirring such filthy needs inside of him that an unexpected tremble shakes his unprepared body. Maybe he should blindfold you. It would make his life a tiny bit easier. In theory.
„I’m a doctor, not a magician.”
Albedo states calmly despite the tightening sensation in his groin. There is something akin to a smirk on your face that makes him decide once and for all that today he will put an end to this madness. It’s more than the poor doctor can endure. He won’t allow himself to be further distracted from his research.
„But Bedo, don’t be so modest. I have seen the miracles that these hands are capable of.”
Your grip on his arms gets tighter. Albedo furrows his forehead while biting his tongue in order to prevent himself from telling you how little you know about the things he is more than ready to make happen.
„I’ll do my best, Y/N.”
He informs you ever so stoically, shaking your hands off him. He once again reaches for the cupboard and starts preparing some solution. On its surface you spot these small particles of drug that haven’t dissolved fully in the water. He seems to be deep in thought while preparing the medicine, yet your curiosity takes the better of you.
„What’s this?”
You query, eyes narrowing distrustfully when Albedo offers you the small dose of this yucky looking suspension.
„The miracle you were asking for.”
He is fucking mocking you and, he does it expertly with how emotionless his face appears to be. You snort, crossing your arms on the chest. Albedo lets out another irritated sigh.
„It is a painkiller. Unless, perhaps, you are in the mood for some pain, then I can stitch you up just like that.”
The corner of his mouth goes up and it makes him look exceptionally handsome. Even more than he already is. Ridiculous. You snatch the drug from his extended hand and gulp it all down in one go. The taste of it is revolting and it makes you gag a little.
„For being such a genius, you could have made it a bit more... palatable.”
Albedo observes how you swallow the whole substance. Something flashes in his teal eyes, like a barely noticeable sparkle. It stuns you for the briefest of moments. The previously oh so little and easy to overlook smile evolves into something more sinister. He is fucking sneering right in your face. He seems content for some reason. He takes the small cup from you and unhurriedly places it on the cupboard. He fetches the scissors instead and takes a step towards you so that he is basically standing between your spread thighs. His teal eyes catch yours again, and although it is but for a fleeting moment, the inexplicable wave of warmth washes over your body.
„Albedo?”
You utter his name, feeling the sudden drowsiness taking over you, making it difficult to formulate any coherent words as your jaw and tongue are numb.
„Don’t make any sudden moves. If you feel like fainting lean on me, please.”
Albedo instructs before cutting the fabric of your jeans to get to the wound. The cold steel hardly brushes over your skin, yet your body shudders uncontrollably as the researcher methodically rips the piece of clothing. It all starts feeling a bit overwhelming, as if you were desensitised but, at the same time, hyper-aware of this pleasantly musky scent of his cologne. Albedo shifts a bit closer, a lone strand of his shiny hair hangs loosely over his forehead. It’s creased. Beautiful lines appear across its surface as the breath-taking man estimates the severity of your injury. Albedo gives out a pleasant low hum. He is thinking. Calculating. More powdery like scents enter your nostrils, earthy and natural, which brings back the childhood memories of classrooms filled with chalk dust. Albedo ghosts over the flesh with his gloved fingertips. Your heart starts racing. It is almost like it clings to you. The chalk feels silky against your skin, hugs you protectively, resembling the dust settling on old books. Your brain is tricking you.
„A-Albedo, I f-feel sick.”
You mewl and, he safely wraps his arm around your limping body. Right on time. As if he knew you were about to slide down the examination couch and consequently hit the floor face-first. But he is there. The doctor’s hand creeps up to the back of your neck where he holds you firmly, vigilantly. You feel as if your body didn’t belong to you anymore. It’s just his hand that you are so dependent on, the one that forces you to peer at him for one last time despite the irresistible need to close your heavy eyelids. His studious eyes zero in on yours. Albedo is watchful, gazing upon you in sheer fascination.
„Sweet dreams, Y/N.”
It’s the uncomfortable sensation of a parched throat that makes you regain consciousness. The faint sounds of the pencil brushing over the acrylic paper come to a halt and you can distinguish the soft squeaks of the chair as somebody moves closer to you. The lingering chalk fragrance. You can feel him first before you even open your eyes and find yourself scrutinised by the teal orbs, glowing in impatience. Albedo puts away his sketchbook and sits beside you on the bed. With bated breath, you attempt to sit up but, it turns out that you can’t. Something is pulling at your wrists and when you glance to the side you discover the reason why. You are tied to the bed. You tear your gaze away from the secure knot to peer questioningly at Albedo. He remains unfazed, unperturbed by the whole thing. As though having you restrained to his very own bed was a natural occurrence in his life.
„What’s the meaning of this?”
You manage to croak out through the dryness of your throat. Albedo’s eyes drop to your wrist, observing how you fight to set yourself free, but the resolve dies in you just as quickly as it appeared when you realise that on top of being tightly roped to the bed like some specimen awaiting examination, you are also outrageously... almost naked.
„Albedo?”
You demand, this time louder and more urgently to get your point across as the handsome albeit admittedly unhinged doctor remains tight-lipped. No fair. He shifts closer and suddenly the room gets all too warm despite you wearing nothing apart from the white t-shirt and a pair of panties. The underwear you swiftly identify as your own, however, the same cannot be said about the other piece of clothing. The t-shirt looks ridiculous as it is discernibly too tight in your chest, but clearly, Albedo didn’t mind when deciding to put it on you. Fuck. It is exactly the moment when it finally dawns on you. You didn’t wear any bra today. Your cheeks turn red and, your heart starts pounding like a drum in your ears.
„Before you start complaining, let me inform you that I have the boss’s approval. Zhongli told me to keep you here for as long as needed to ensure your quick recovery.”
Albedo’s body bends as he reaches for the glass of water placed on the bedside table. The fabric of his lab coat comes into contact with your naked thigh. It tickles your sensitive skin, causing the little hair to stand erect as goosebumps form on the surface of the flesh. He turns to you, fingertips take hold of your chin in an assertive manner, and then he brings the glass closer to your lips. You are thirsty. In a haste, you begin chugging down the water, letting him help you with his dainty hands. They are cold, yet your face heats up even more when he focuses his eyes on you in curiosity. His thumb moves slightly. It starts to caress your jaw-bone hesitantly. Little drops of water escape your lips, but the watchful doctor makes sure to wipe them off your face before they can dribble down to your pretty neck. Albedo swallows hard as if he was the one drinking after hours of dehydration.
„There, there. It’s enough for now.”
Albedo almost whispers and puts the glass away immediately. You notice how his chest rises up and down in an uneven manner.
„Did he also explicitly give you the permission to drug me and tie me to your bed?”
You counter, feeling a little bit more like yourself, having satisfied that terrible thirst.
„I deemed it necessary knowing you and your inability to act rationally.”
Albedo defends himself and fetches a small tube from his pocket. It looks like some sort of an ointment when he squeezes a small amount on his finger. You briefly wonder if stripping you naked was also one of the things he deemed necessary, but you don’t have enough courage to address the matter so... overtly.
„Furthermore, I still need to tend to your wound. So, if you have any objections, we can discuss it once I am satisfied with the treatment process.”
Wanting to prove his rationale, Albedo puts a dab of ointment on the wound and begins to rub it in gently. Your body flinches slightly, but it is not because of the pain. It is the way his hand is so so close to your core, dancing over the exposed flesh, always brushing over the skin by accident instead of focusing solely on the injury. He sneaks a guilty peek at you whenever he lets his fingers wander to the inner side of your thigh, marvelling at how you pliantly hold still for him to continue his treatment. There is almost none of the ointment left and yet he keeps stroking the skin. What is it? Albedo’s teal pools widen beautifully when he lifts his head to peer at you in wonder. Have you just spread your thighs a bit further?
The skin is flushed, beautiful red colour dusts the softness of your cheeks. Albedo moves his fingers higher, closer to the inner side of your thigh, and then, you gasp subsequently biting your lip to shush yourself as if you understood that it was loud enough to reach Albedo’s ears. The corner of his lips arches upwards impishly and, he can do very little to cover the thrill of excitement that ripples through his body, commanding him to get even more daring. Besides, it is not like you could do anything to squirm away from his intrusive fingers, so why not indulge himself a bit longer?
Albedo’s always so impassive irises dart up and down your body, unable to decide if he desires to gaze into the beauty of your eyes or admire how increasingly more promiment that blotch of wetness, deliciously seeping through the material of your underwear is becoming.
„That must be terribly uncomfortable, Y/N.”
Albedo voices his inner thoughts before he can think twice of the impertinence of his comment. If your cheeks weren’t burning up before then now it feels like somebody is putting hot coal to your face.
„I don’t know what you mean.”
You bluff, clenching your fists.
„Oh, allow me to demonstrate.”
Albedo slides his palm fully to the inner side of your thigh and squeezes it, still careful enough not to cause you any pain because of your injury. He notes in particular how your breath hitches in your throat and digs his fingers into the supple skin, inches from the hem of your panties. There it is. A moan. You arch your spine and, he feels your muscles getting all tense, straining underneath his open palm. Albedo’s erection swells against the zip of his slacks, too big to go unnoticed. He catches you staring at the tent in his trousers.
„Is that also a part of the so-called treatment of y-yours?”
Your attempt at teasing him does not go too well as your voice goes out rather shakily, pitifully turning into yet another moan when Albedo presses his thumb into the centre of your clit.
„Oh-hh, f-fuck!”
He hits it dead on, applying pressure to the nerve cluster that feels good and bad at the same time. Too sensitive. Too intense. He circles the clitoris, letting his thumb glide over the swollen nub. The fabric sticks to his fingertip as your juices rapidly gather all over your folds, leaving the underwear unpleasantly wet and tacky. He leans closer, making you breathe in his faint chalky scent. Your head gets dizzy.
„As long as my patient is satisfied, I consider it to be an apt course of medication.”
He hovers over you with the most predatory and maniacal look on his face that makes you gush out your juices even more shamelessly so. You spread your thighs guided by the silent demand in his teal pools. He plunges his finger inside, pushing hard enough to dip it almost fully inside despite the resistance of the material of your panties. It creates this sort of friction, making you feel things twice as much as you normally would. You tremble convulsively, when he stubbornly digs it in even further, his thumb still securely locked on the centre of your nub.
„Al-Albedo!”
He doesn’t control the chuckle that leaves him, as if he was out of his mind, drugged on the way you react to his touch. Had he known you would be so eager, he would have done all of that a long time ago. Now it feels as if his sanity was brutally taken away from him. The wait to make you his has taken a toll on his frenzied mind.
„So, tell me, my Dearest, are you satisfied yet?”
He continues massaging the rapidly swelling nub while plunging in with his digit, pushing the fabric inside each time. The underwear is soaking wet with your arousal, sticking to your walls with Albedo’s relentless thrusting. Your hips jolt upwards to feel more of him. Albedo sucks in a breath, loving how your body betrays your needs.
„You would have to do better than that, Mr Genius.”
You challenge without a care in the world and, Albedo’s eyes darken with lust. Stars are a weird thing to see in the middle of the day but that’s exactly what happens when seconds later the provoked doctor disposes of your underwear. Almost instantly, before you can even prepare yourself mentally for what’s about to happen, he just shoves two fingers right into you, with the sexiest and lewdest grunt you have ever heard in your life. Quite frankly, you could most probably come undone just from seeing him so out of it, unbecomingly unprofessional and dripping pre-cum into his laboratory uniform.
„Shit-shit-shit!”
You sing for him. Albedo moves closer to finally capture your lips with his. Warm and soft. He tastes like the sweetest cake that you have been denying yourself for far too long. Albedo runs a finger along the edge of your hairline, purring into the kiss with his voice taking on a seductive tenor. Shivers. Lots of them. Your heart thuds in your chest as if chased by the pack of hungry wolves. He establishes a rather lazy rhythm, matching the tempo of the fingers sliding in and out of you. He presses his thumb to your clitoris again, re-awakening that bothersome sensation deep in your groin. He flicks the tip delicately, careful not to cause you any discomfort while making you feel so full with his short but nimble fingers. At this point, your hips are just moving on their own, slowly, passionately rocking towards the doctor to help him finger-fuck you better.
He is a good kisser. Albedo’s lips caress yours. He grazes over the bottom lip, almost like the lightest strokes of the softest feather, only to nibble at it playfully the next moment. You moan helplessly, overwhelmed by that sensation of a pleasure knot forming in your lower belly. Albedo moans back, frantically pressing himself closer to you so that his erection is flush against your thigh.
He breaks the kiss, cupping your chin to make you look into his wide eyes. Nobody should be this perfect.
„You are close, aren’t you?”
Albedo states as if he diagnosed another patient of his. Always right.
„I might have something that will make it much better. If you give me your consent, that is.”
He whispers sweetly, his lips inches from yours. You snort right into his face, awed by his sudden wariness.
„You didn’t ask for it before deciding to undress me and tie me to your bed. Why bother now?”
Albedo levels you with a frank gaze. His breath exhales on half a laugh when he finally decides to speak.
„You are right. I shall proceed as planned.”
He lets go of your chin and reaches out to the pocket of his lab coat. There is a small pink device in his hand. Your nervousness flares when you realise what it actually is.
„No way.”
You tell him, your voice a mere squeak which embarrasses the hell out of you, but it all becomes unimportant when Albedo turns on the vibrator and presses it to your clit. He pulls you in for another kiss, possessive, hungry. You cry out, shocked by the intensity of the vibrations, unprepared for the little spasms that take over your body, tentatively thrusting back into the toy, somewhat scared of the budding sensations deep inside your core.
He travels lower with his lips, teasingly trailing them all over your neck, and you can only moan as much, beg him to continue because clearly, it is more than you have bargained for. You have waited long enough. After such a dry spell this orgasm feels like heaven. Like coming home after a long and exhausting journey. It happens so quickly, the tip of your clit starts to burn as if it was about to blow. You need it so much. Your eyes prickle with tears. Albedo notices how your whole body tenses, and then he hears his name falling from your lips as if it was torn out of your throat. The rippling moan leaves him shuddering. His cock twitches so hard it actually hurts.
That’s it.
He makes sure to let you ride out your orgasm, down to the last of these bone-shattering waves of pure pleasure and, then he begins to undress while leering over your exposed core. You came so hard that your thighs glisten with the slick. Everything is swollen and red. He steals a glance at your rosy face, so blissfully relaxed after the release. He thinks you might fall asleep, but he doesn’t mind at all. When he positions himself behind you and unties one of the knots to set your arm free, you are basically like a lifeless doll, murmuring some incoherent words.
He kisses your cheek and helps you rest on your side while gently placing his hand under your knee to bend your leg. It is the injured one, so he wraps his leg around it to make sure it is secure and doesn’t move too much.
„Albedo?”
You question, realising that one of your hands is no longer restrained and that the doctor is right behind you. He pepper-kisses your neck while aligning his dick with your entrance. It kicks in his hand, impatient to finally get into that tight heat. You feel his wet erection. The mushroomy tip being pressed to you, albeit still shallowly, creates new bolts of electricity that go right into your groin.
„I kept thinking about that. Couldn’t get it out of my head. Do you know how distracting you are? Do you have any idea?”
He complains in that velvety voice of his, breathless, borderline angry. Then again, you recognize the faint buzz of the toy he prepared in advance to use on you today. A gasping sound leaves your lips. You press yourself harder to him, pushing your ass into his abs. Albedo hisses. You mean to respond, tell him that you have been having a hard time as well, but then he buries himself fully, hitting your cervix. His left hand presses the vibrator to your folds and it is too late to say anything. Your mind goes on the fritz.
He moans out your name, and it thrills you immensely. He starts penetrating. The doctor plunges himself in and out of you, which together with the vibrator prevents you from putting words together. He doesn’t even go that deep or fast with his thrusts. He focuses on the device in his hand, giving him absolute control over your mind and body. Your thighs quiver. You are more than grateful for being held nicely in place as your Bambi legs would surely give out some time soon.
„I can’t stop staring at you. Can’t stop fantasizing about you. It is pure agony.”
Albedo struggles with being articulate as well. The words come out fast, his voice strained as if someone put weights on his chest. He circles the clit, lets the device pulse right in the centre of your folds before repeating the circular motion. His cock is hard and hot as he guides himself in, dragging it in and out of the tightening walls.
„You make me so hard,--d-damn. Always. Na-ahh---, h-hiding behind the lab coat. So humiliating.”
Albedo’s confessions make it all feel so intimate. Your belly fills with butterflies. You’re proud. So proud of making him lose his cool, drop that indifferent mask and reveal the raw emotions bottling inside. His head slumps over your shoulder. His balls are heavy, full of that cum ready to burst into you. He just needs you to cum with him. One more time. He wants you creaming all over his length with his name on your lips like moments ago. He forces himself deeper, afraid to move too fast as he is dancing on the edge of the precipice. He licks your earlobe and listens to you suck your breath in which is followed by another begging whimper. So fucking cute. He wishes he could hear that on a loop. Albedo presses the little button on the vibrator to turn up the speed, and then it quickly becomes too much to bear.
„Albedo! I can’t! Oh--huhhh, fuck!”
You scream, writhing pathetically as that coiling sensation finally snaps. On cue, he picks up the pace to help you get rid of the tension spiralling through your sensitive core. Sparks of pleasure fly through your abdomen, making you feel hot and bothered. It feels so sticky as you gush down his girth. Albedo cums immediately after you. That obscene sound you made was enough to get his cock spurting out the hot and thick seed from his aching for release member. When you move your face to the side to peer at him, he just looks so fucking sexy and vulnerable it makes your chest fill with warmth. A living picture of tension and need. He orgasms on a shuddering sigh, pressing his nose to your cheek, cradling you into his arms with his cock still moving excitedly inside of you.
For a moment, there is just this soothing melody of your ragged breaths mingling together as you try to calm down. Albedo gently places your leg down, careful not to irritate the wound. The new position makes his cock brush over your already abused walls and, you can’t suppress the shiver that zips down your spine. It makes him chuckle in that seductive timbre again.
„It seems that I have run into a very hard to please patient after all.”
He teases right into your ear.
„Is that the treatment you use on all of them?”
You retaliate, suddenly getting irked by his over-confident comment. Would you admit openly to feeling jealous for no reason? No, never.
You sense him smirking into your neck. He places a couple of kisses there, going higher up until he plants the last one on your jaw.
A line appears on Albedo’s forehead as he sighs in defeat. The brush in his hand has abruptly ceased stroking the canvas, and, just this once, the Genius Alchemist is at his wits’ end. He studies the work of art with narrowed eyes. It seems to Albedo that the longer he looks at it, the more hideous it becomes. He is mortified. How come the brush has stopped following his mind’s wishes? The unfinished painting is nothing like the beauty of the scene ensuing before him, just a few meters away on Mondstadt’s evergreen grass. His hands drop to his sides.
„Albedo?”
Your voice brings him back to Earth. He takes in your sight, feeling progressively more annoyed with himself for the inability to capture this ethereal beauty on a piece of cotton. You’re sat on a blanket, rays of sunshine making you squint, which hinders the search for Albedo’s teal eyes.
„Come here.” Your hand invitingly patting the blanket while you finish munching on the cake that Albedo prepared for today’s picnic. He takes a deep breath and decides to temporarily bury the hatchet. He hasn’t said his last word, though, and will most surely continue working on the portrait.
He approaches you and awkwardly crouches on the blanket, head still immersed in the thoughts about this fiasco of a painting.
You take his hand into yours.
„Why don’t you rest your head on my lap, hmm?”
„Oh. I could do that.” The researcher’s eyes gleam slightly and he willingly moves in your direction. He lets out a content sigh once his head comes to touch with the soft flesh of your bare thighs. He shuts his eyes the moment your fingers start playing with his hair. You untangle his braid, and your nails delicately scratch his scalp. Albedo’s body shudders under the spell of your gentle strokes.
„What’s bothering you Albedo?”
He loves the way his name rolls off your tongue. He adores it even more when you call out his name yielding to his touch.
Albedo furrows his brows again, but your fingers hastily find their way to his temples. You start working on the tension, massaging his skin in a circular motion.
„It’s distracting,” Albedo muses, his long lashes flutter when he reopens his eyes and stares right into yours, „Your beauty is distracting. I can’t convey it on canvas no matter how many times I’ve tried. It’s always lacking. My work is lacking. I simply can’t get it right.” Finally, he can breathe again. He didn’t realise he was holding his breath.
For a moment, the only thing you can hear is the gentle breeze of the wind. Some of the leaves end up lying on the blanket, right next to Albedo’s golden strands. His teal eyes bore into your soul. He attempts at giving you something of a half-smile, fingers nervously playing with the buttons of his shirt. It tugs at your heartstrings. You’ve seen him tearing numerous sketches and throwing them away only to start anew. He’s never satisfied, no matter how much you try to convince him that his drawings are perfect.
„Well, I don’t understand why you’re so stubborn about painting me when you can focus on the real thing instead.”
Your hand reaches to his chest, fingers unbuttoning the dark blue shirt. He doesn’t oppose, but his eyes widen in the silent anticipation of what’s next to come.
„Mhmm.” He purrs, lost in the electrifying sensation of your fingers travelling up and down his exposed torso. Albedo’s breath grows heavy when your fingers start teasingly circling his belly button. It’s almost ticklish when you wander further to his sides, but he does his best to keep still. If you wanted him to, he could just as well beg for you to continue.
„I’ll make you forget about this bloody painting.” You tug at the waistband of his shorts and push them down together with Albedo’s underwear. The boy is as pretty as a sculpture. It’s humanely impossible for anyone to be this flawless.
Albedo’s begging eyes urge you to take his concerns away.
„I would like that a lot, Y/N. I think I’m slowly going mad. Can you fix that for me?” The researcher chews on his bottom lip, arching his back to give you better access to his erection. You take him into your hand, ever so softly sliding your thumb over the tip of his penis. Albedo keens as his jaw tightens. You’re delicate with him, very much aware of how sensitive he can be when irritated with himself and his failures.
„I’ll always take care of you, My Prince.” Albedo inhales sharply when your palm starts leisurely moving up and down his shaft. Every time you get to the tip you make sure to rub it with the inner side of your hand. The tip of his cock is flushed and swollen. You’re slowly working him to get fully hard in your hand. Albedo’s knuckles turn white as he is desperately squeezing the blanket.
„Please, Y/N, do it again.” He voices his plea between shallow pants when you begin pinching his erected nipple. Albedo’s hips thrust forward in accordance with your sliding hand. His cock is now perfectly hard, twitching in your warm palm as you monitor his face, absolutely charmed by his reactions. The researcher’s moist eyes lovingly gaze into yours as he dissolves into pleasure right beneath you. He’s getting more vocal, moaning out your name when you apply more pressure to his cock. Albedo keeps bucking his hips forward to ease the coiling tension in his lower abdomen. Your grip getting even tighter helps him to finally reach his bliss. The boy cums on his stomach and your hand with a loud whine falling from his lips. His body is tormented by the strong spasm of muscles, and for a moment his brain feels empty. His whole being is devoured by the trails of fire burning him from inside.
You stroke his cheek to calm down the tremors of excitement in his body.
„So?” You ask softly once Albedo’s eyes are back on yours. He smiles tenderly and reaches out for your hand. He brings it up to his lips and kisses it repeatedly.
„I have to confess that there is nothing quite like the original, Y/N.”
