The neon lines on the clock read that it was nearing four in the morning. The clear, star-studded sky was visible through sheer window curtains, and the gentle burble of an aquarium interrupted the otherwise silent night. Choso stretched languidly as he shifted in the soft modal sheets on his bed, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck after sleeping. He’d been in a deep slumber, though he couldn’t recall his dreams, and he turned with a soft smile as he looked at you, twisted gracefully in the duvet, eyelids fluttering.
A rush of warmth filled him, a wave of affection. He loved you. You made him feel safe, protected, adored. And in return he made you feel the same. Secure that nothing bad would ever happen to you while he was there. That he would be by your side any time you needed him. You call, and he runs. Sometimes the emotion was all he could think about.
Amongst other things. One of which was currently throbbing between his legs.
Slowly, Choso shifted in the bed and palmed himself, stifling a groan as the heel of his hand worked over his cock. He rolled onto his side, moving the sheets a bit as they fell off your shoulder and leaned in to kiss the curve of your skin. You were ethereal in your stasis, the shimmer of moonlight through gossamer curtain illuminating you like the stars had condensed to your frame.
He pressed another kiss to your shoulder, smiling a little as you sighed in your sleep, rotating your head on the pillow and snuggling further into the soft covers. A third kiss, closer to your neck this time as he lay down behind you, his arm circling your waist as he brings you against him. The gentle curve of your ass rocks against him and he clenches his jaw in an attempt not to moan and wake you. Then he pouted, carefully getting up and repositioning so he’s in front of you, your arms twisted next to your head. He settles down with a content sigh, pulling you close, his nose brushing yours as he leans in to kiss your forehead.
His cock throbbed and the full-body shiver that resulted from it made him whine.
His hand gently traveled the curve of your hip and ribs up to your neck, where he cupped the back of your head, leaning forward again to press a kiss to your nose. A sigh leaves your mouth, and his eyes latch onto your breasts as you rotate, the sheets slipping a bit and exposing your skin to the room. The cool air from the vents above hardens your nipples and Choso is fixated.
“My love?” he whispers, brushing his knuckles against the swell of your skin. His thumb moves next, gently shifting back and forth, and you release another sigh, arching ever so slightly, legs moving to get comfortable. Chasing an impulse before he loses it, Choso leans in and takes your nipple into his mouth. On the same wave, he grips your thigh and drags your leg over his hip, the apex of your thighs slotting over his and fitting together like a puzzle piece.
You mumble incoherently in your sleep, letting out a soft whimper as he sucks. His cock is aching, damn near on the verge of combusting as he shifts his hips slightly, desperately, seeking any bit of friction he can get. He gently thrusts against your thighs, and he lets out a soft moan, but in his pleasure haze, he rocks against your clit and the sensation jolts you. Choso stills for a breath, making sure he didn’t bother you, and resumed his languid pace.
“Choso?” Your voice is soft, breaking him from his trance and he looks up your half-lidded gaze. “What’cha doin’?”
“Y/N,” He breathes, nose brushing yours as he rights himself. “I’m sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.”
You card a hand through his dark, silky hair and give him a tired smile. “You could have woken me up, baby.”
Choso nuzzled your throat and pressed soft kisses against your clavicle, shifting you in his arms. “Didn’t want to at first.”
You tilt your head back to give him more access to your neck, and you reposition your leg over his hip to lock the heel of your foot against the small of his back, matching his speed as he moves against your core. Heat radiated from your bodies, and in a fit of frustration, you threw the sheets and duvet from your body, Choso snaking an arm around your waist to pull you flush against his chest as he kisses your mouth, tongue gently dipping in and out like he was fucking you. Soft, desperate whimpers leave him, his emotions colliding in a breath-stealing wave of wantfuckneedloveyou that robbed him of his ability to think straight as he rutted against the juncture of your thighs.
“Baby,” he moaned as your hands speared into his hair and leveled his face to look at you. His eyes were glassy, breath coming in short pants. “Let me have you.”
Without breaking eye contact, you reached down and grasped his cock, which absolutely pounded in your hand, and guided him inside. As he eyes rolled back, you rolled your hips in controlled undulations, the thick head of him stroking hard. He held onto your hip like a lifeline, babbling incoherently as you fucked yourself on him, before cranking his head back and kissing him.
Minutes, seconds, hours, days? Who knew how long it lasted. The earth could have exploded outside but neither of you would have noticed, nothing else existed in this moment. Your bodies moved together in a rhythm that was so practiced and natural it was like inhaling and exhaling.
“F-fuck-” Choso gasped abruptly, holding you so tight that little bites of pain sparked across your skin. “Baby, ‘m gonna cum, gonna cum so deep, my love, cum with me, please-”
He babbled at this point, soft praises leaving his mouth, pupils blown, lips parted as he gazed up at you like a man seeing the sun for the first time after an eternity in the dark. Your orgasm arrived on a wave of heat that meted through your pelvis and shot his into overdrive, his cock kicking inside you as he filled you up.
Breathless, sated, enamored, and Choso all but melted against you, panting heavily as you rubbed gentle circles across his shoulders. You giggled then, kissing his forehead, his nose, his cheeks, before pressing your lips to his. When he opened his eyes, it was all love, shining adoration, peace.
“Y/N,” he whispered your name with such reverence that your heart clenched. “My love.”
You smiled, “Yeah, your love.”
