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They’ve always believed that they were blessed by the Gods themselves ever since you agreed to get with them. How can you — their perfect, wonderful, beautiful partner — ever consider them to be at your level? How can they ever hope to make you happy with their presence?
But you’ve never let their insecurities get in the way of your relationship; you've always tried your best to help them, to reassure them that you love them and only them. They’re your partner, they’re your lover, only them.
Every morning and night, they can only find themselves falling more and more in love with you. You’re so… so amazing, they feel unworthy of you. They want to show you how much they love you, how much you mean to them, how much you’ve helped them even before you two started dating.
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Earlier today, they asked if they could have their first time with you. It was sudden, shockingly so, considering you were surprised when they asked. But they quickly reassured you that if you didn’t want it, you could say so. They’ll wait however long they have to until you’re ready. And even then, if you never want it, they’ll respect your choice.
But you’ve agreed, despite what they initially thought. It wasn’t something they thought you wanted, but it was a pleasant surprise.
When they got home, they did their absolute best to make the bedroom as comfortable as possible: Sweet-scented candles in the room
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Here they are, kneeling at the foot of your bed with you sitting on top of the mattress. Your foot is held by their hand — their thumb lovingly caressing your heel.
Gosh, every little part of you is perfection incarnate.
What have they ever done to deserve you?
Slowly, they lift your foot higher, and their lips land on the bridge of your foot. The kiss lasts for a few seconds and once it reaches its end, their lips simply move up to place another lingering kiss. And then goes higher, and higher, and even higher.
But their lips never touch the areas you don’t approve of yet, they would never violate you without getting your permission.
Their lips detach from your leg and move onto your torso, gently kissing you — your sides, your stomach, your back, whatever part you give an okay sign to — with an almost worshipful degree.
They can feel your skin growing hot, and you suddenly stop them. They can tell you’re hesitant, you’re not sure if you want this.
They don’t force you to decide, they move away to give you space, to wait for your next command. Do you change your mind? Do you want to continue?
After a few grueling seconds (for them, at least. But they’ll never say this, who knows if it’ll pressure you to agree? That’s the last thing they want), you allow them to continue. And they do.
“Would you like to take it further?”
You nod, looking away as you do so.
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Now — with your permission — they take off your clothes, starting with your outerwear.
At every new article of clothing, they ask, they ask again and again until all that’s left are your undergarments.
They kiss your shoulder, their arms wrapping around your waist.
It’s shameful to admit this to themselves, but they’re already aroused by seeing you like this. But they’re no animal, they don’t pounce at you like a beast.
“Would you like to take off my clothes,” they ask.
“I… I’d like to do that,” you respond.
And you do so, starting from their outerwear. Every touch of your hand against their skin makes them feel warm, it makes their guard relax more and more until their body is practically weak against you; their face leans against the crook of your neck, their lips warm against your throat as they kiss your skin.
They’ll make this evening memorable for you, they promise. Whatever you want, just tell them. You don’t need to put in any work, let him take care of it.
You’ll do that for them, will you? Tell them what you want, tell them what you don’t want, tell them whatever you want, and they’ll ensure your comfort.
