You got it fam, EXTREMELY NSFW UNDER THE CUT
Dante sleeps like he's comatose most nights. His arm is always over you in some way, trapping you close to his warmth with no chance to escape once he's out. But you like it that way. It's safe. It's intimate.
Intimate enough that you wake up quite often to him grinding into your ass, lost in some fever dream that has his skin burning against yours.
Sometimes, he'll fall back into deep sleep without incident. You know that you can let it ride until morning and he'll still wake you up desperate for attention, pawing at you and nipping at the back of your neck until you can't help but give in. He's so mumbly and desperate when he's groggy that it's almost endearing.
You're lying to yourself if you say the feeling of his cock straining against the back of your thighs isn't distracting at a minimum. It never fails to drag you out of even the hardest sleep, heat pooling between your hips at the thought of him pushing into you from behind.
"Dante?" you call, grinding back into him when he doesn't answer. "Danteeee..."
He mumbles something and rolls away, his chest heaving with labored breaths. You can see how red his face is beneath his shaggy hair and how he cants his hips up against something imagined; your name falls from his lips and you have to bite your own to keep from waking him right then and there and ruining your fun.
Carefully, you trail your fingers over his collarbones, grinning when he squirms. You dance along his sternum through the soft hair of his chest, following the hem of the sheet draped across his stomach when you can go no further. He stirs but doesn't wake.
"Dante, I can't believe you're just going to ignore me like this," you say softly, shifting so that you can kiss across his chest ever-so-lightly.
You hover just above him and follow the same trail as before with your lips, only pausing to to nibble at the bottom of his ribcage. His hand finds the back of your head then and he squints at you, still too groggy to comprehend, but when his fingers tangle into the back of your hair you know you've roused him enough to be sentient.
There's no question he's at least a little conscious when you feel him push against your head, encouraging you to dip lower and lower until your lips are dancing along his hips. You want him to be awake before you start, consent is the name of the game between the two of you, but hearing his sleepy moans as you nibble his sharp hipbones is almost too delicious.
For good measure, you bite down hard on his lower abdomen, leaving a temporary mark that finally drags him out of his haze.
"Babe," he mumbles, his fingers even tighter in the back of your hair, "don't tease..."
You pull the sheet away from his length, ghosting your lips along the shaft as he writhes behind you.
"Good morning," you chirp.
"Mornin'," he says, but his reply is punctuated by a frustrated grunt when you kiss his head. You make sure he's looking at you as you lick the pre-cum from your lips, grinning when he sighs and falls back into his pillow.
You shift onto your knees, bracing yourself with one hand as you begin lazy strokes with the other. He's already painfully hard and you can imagine your teasing is killing him, but seeing Dante undone beneath you is something you consider the Seventh Wonder of the World.
Carefully, you set a pace that's easy to follow with your mouth. Up and down, tongue flattened against the underside of his cock, until he's practically whining for more. A little twist of your hand, a little swirl of your tongue around his pink tip is all it takes to have him panting and pushing his hips up to meet your lips on their descent.
"I hope you know this is just round one," he says, straining, his other hand wrapped around the headboard with enough strength to warp the brass. "No fair, sneaking up on me like that--"
You cut him off as you hollow your cheeks on the way back up, slipping off him with a pop.
"Keep sassing me," you warn.
"Or what? We both know I'll still fuck your brains out when you're done. That's your real angle, isn't it? Can't just be because you like giving blowies."
You move as if to go to the bathroom instead, kissing the base of his cock as you slide off the bed. "I guess you just don't appreciate my surprises," you say, but he snags your wrist before you can get too far away.
"Baaaaabe. Princess. Sugar. Honeybear," he fumbles, pleading. He leverages himself up to sit the edge of the bed, pulling you back toward him. "I love your surprises."
"Do you?"
He pulls you closer, kissing your stomach and hips as his hands grab gratuitous handfuls of your ass.
"There's absolutely nothing better," he says. He's muffled by your skin. "Please."
You drop to your knees, reveling in his calloused hands cupping your face for a brief moment. He leans over to kiss you and you wonder if he can taste himself on your tongue the way he always tastes of strawberry or whiskey.
"Say it one more time," you tell him. "Say please."
"Please," he breathes, sweeping your hair away from your face.
You hum as you take his length into your mouth again, sinking all the way to his hilt this time. The noise he makes is maybe a little human but mostly infernal, sending shivers down your spine as you brace against his thighs.
He guides your head at a pace he likes, his own lolled back in ecstasy. Your jaw hurts, your lungs ache for a full breath but it takes such little time to have him unraveling beneath your lips that you don't mind. You know when his voice cracks that he's hit his peak; his back arches and his thighs tense, tightening on either side of you as he spills down your throat with a hoarse moan.
You swallow dutifully, working every last drop from him as he flops back onto the bed dramatically.
"Making you beg really does it for you, hm?" you tease, nuzzling his hips. "What were you dreaming about, anyway?"
"Exactly that."
You laugh and bite the inside of his thigh for good measure, knowing it's your turn as soon as he recovers.
