thinking about les being your dealer turned friend turned lover okay. you start off as just a buyer, but he’s always so nice and charismatic and funny that it leads to a friendship. him inviting you to hang at his place and smoke or asking you to join him at a local concert. finding yourself buying from him more often even though you couldn’t smoke that much weed. him walking you home from work sometimes bc the neighborhood you live in isn’t the friendliest. crashing at his place occasionally for no reason. catching yourself thinking about him at inopportune and inconvenient times. him showing up at your apartment at midnight with a little baggie of pot being like “care for a nightcap?” with this dumb shit-eating grin on his face. that’s the night he kisses you for the first time. and you’re both kinda stoned (him a lot more than you) and he cant help himself and he just kisses you gently. and he’s over the moon when you kiss him back. he drops the almost burnt out joint into the cup of stale coffee from that morning on your coffee table because he couldnt give less of a shit about his precious grass at that moment and uses his now free hand to hold onto your face while he keeps kissing you. and he starts to crawl on top of you, lowering you onto your back on the small couch you’re both sitting on and he just keeps kissing you. like if he stopped he’d die. one thing leads to another, shaky hands clumsily taking off clothing, les kissing down your neck to your chest to your stomach to the top of your underwear before he’s pulling it off and giving you this deep almost serious look before he buries his head between your thighs and eats you out like its his last night alive. he loves the way you’re grasping at his hair and squirming like you want to push him off you bc whatever he’s doing with his tongue feels so fucking good it nearly hurts. and he loves the way you say his name when he makes you cum on his face
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This is so character that I had to re-read it a few times 😩👌
I can totally see him using his "nightcap" to finally make his move and then being utterly consumed by you. Wanting to kiss every single inch of you, murmuring playful teasing nonsense the entire time he does, and then just losing himself completely between your legs. Getting completely pussydrunk on you and loving every second of it.
Keeping your thighs pinned open so he has plenty of room to feast on you. Sucking and licking and being loud and messy and not caring a bit about anything besides your pleasure. Dragging you through orgasm after orgasm as you yank on his hair and scream his name until your voice is hoarse and you're trying to shove him away due to overstimulation. Of course, at that point he's beyond ready to fuck you, so he just eases you on your stomach while nuzzling into the crook of your neck and lavishing you with affectionate praise while he all but rips his pants open. Fucking you with the desperation of a man who has clearly wanted this for a long time, but wanting to savor the feeling of being inside you at the same time. Pressing kisses to your shoulders and keeping you pressed close to him as his fingers rub at your tender clit until you're sobbing through another orgasm and he's spilling inside you with a low groan.
You're legs are practically numb at that point so he just maneuvers you both into a more comfortable position, keeping himself inside you almost stubbornly, and covering you both with your throw blanket from the back of the couch. Once you both are settled and you are actually close to dozing off he mumbles about his weed all the way over on your coffee table and you just slap at him weakly as he laughs.
