Ooo for the smutty prompts, how about 'Do you think you deserve this?' w Ezra 👀💗
Anon, I want to have some fun with our man. I'm gonna make him beg for it a little, ok?
Ezra x f!reader. He's a little bratty and a little subby. Some sexy things but nothing too explicit. Reader is in charge.
He's been pestering you all day long, poking and prodding and laughing at you while you try to do your research. You keep swatting his hands away and directing him back to his book, wondering whose brilliant idea it was to bring Ezra to a library.
His, you remember. He'd been attached to your side since you had finally given in to his advances and had quickly fallen into an insufferably cute couple-y routine that would drive you crazy if it was anyone else.
But it was Ezra, your Ez, and even at his most annoying you couldn't help but find him adorable.
Gods, new relationships.
His left arm is draped around you and he's leaning in, head practically resting on your shoulder, and doing a pathetic attempt at a whisper.
"What's this one about, sweet thing?" he asks, peering over at the book in front of you.
"The same thing the last one was about, Ez," you say with a patronizing tone, diligently taking notes on your tablet and trying very hard to ignore the way his scruffy beard was scratching your skin.
"Which was what again?" he asks, dropping little kisses on the column of your neck.
"Mating rituals of matrilineal societies on the Edge planets," you remind him, closing one book and opening another.
He hums against you and you can feel the vibrations of his mouth on your skin. It sends a chill up your spine. "Well now, I didn't know it was about mating rituals. How very interesting, indeed. The women are in control?" he inquires, a devious smile on his face.
"Well, not exactly. But lineage is traced through the females. It just so happens with several of these societies that they are also polyandrous," you tell him, turning to look at him fully. He looks quizzically at you. "The women have more than one husband. It ensures the best chance of genetic fitness in inhospitable environments."
"Kevva, you are all kinds of sexy when you talk like that," he whispers cheekily, biting down gently on your ear. You look around the library, grateful no one is nearby. "Maybe we are in need of more women in charge."
"Ez, you're going to get us kicked out. Behave. Oh, that feels nice..." you trail off. "So you think women should be in charge, hm?"
"I think that would be ideal, sweet thing. Keep us in line, on the straight and narrow path," he explains, sitting back to grin at you.
"Oh darling, don't you already know?" you ask, trailing your hand up his thigh, "We're already in charge." You cup his growing bulge in your hand, feeling the weight of him.
He shudders out a breath, dark eyes trained on you. "That you are, sweetness."
"Ezra, have you been good? Do you think you deserve this? Me to take care of you like this?" you ask as you feel the outline of his growing cock.
He swallows hard. "Yes, ma'am. I've been as good as can be."
You continue your ministrations, rubbing over the seam of his pants. "Hmm, I don't know about that. You've been bothering me all afternoon."
"I'm s-sorry, ma'am. I will endeavor to behave in a more suitable manner," he stutters.
You nod at him, clearly pleased. "Ezra?"
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Take me back into the stacks so I can finish with you properly. And keep calling me ma'am," you command.
Inspiration from Eri's Answers. Thank you @tuskens-mando for permission to write and Anon for the beautiful ask!
It is co-written with @lowlights <3
Pairing: Ezra x Reader
Word Count: 1260
Warnings: Amputation/loss of limb (that part of the movie), blood but non-graphic description, two idiots that wont admit they love each other, divergent scene from movie.
“I’m finer than frog’s hair, don’t worry about it, birdie. Just put that saw away and we can hightail it out of here,” Ezra tries to reason. He knows it is futile to argue with you.
“Ez, you’ve been shot and the dust got in too far. The infection will kill you if you don’t let us do this now,” you say firmly, staring him square in the eyes. “This needs to happen to save your life. Stop arguing.”
“Listen to her,” Cee chimes in. “I’ve done this kind of thing before. Let us help you.”
All three of your heads whip towards the opening of the tent as you hear crashes in the distance. Is someone coming to take you and Cee like they tried to back in that terrifying tent?
Ezra grabs you with his uninjured arm and pulls you closer. “You need to get out of here. You take Cee, and you get in the pod, and you go.”
You lock eyes with him, panicking at the idea of leaving him behind. In the last few months as his prospecting partner, you had found yourself growing closer and closer to him. You savored the moments when you could laugh together and the quiet moments you spent in your tent at the end of the long days. You cared for him, you had admitted to yourself long ago. But you had been denying a reality that had been gnawing away at you for some time.
“Ezra, you listen to me. We get through this, and then we can all get on that beat-up pod and get the hell off this rock and go live a life. Together. I need you,” you choke out.
Reaching up, Ezra cradles your face and wipes away the tears that you didn’t even realize were falling. He nods his head at you and then looks over to Cee. “Alright, little one. Do what you absolutely must.” Cee busies herself getting the equipment ready, and you work to get him out of his suit. You grab a tourniquet from the medkit and tie it off high on his arm. Once secured, you administer the numbing shot. You sit directly in front of him, as close as you can.
As Cee begins the incision Ezra gasps, his breath hitching to where he is holding the air in his lungs like it may be his last. You have your hands on either of his shoulders to brace him. He shouldn’t be feeling any pain, but he glances down to see the blood; a big mistake. You bring both your hands on either side of his face to take control of his attention, pulling his face towards yours.
His eyes are wide with fear so you resolve to be his strength. You keep a stoic face but you are crying on the inside for him. Locking eyes with you he finally exhales with a series of forced wheezes, and you see he is starting to hyperventilate. You have to get him to control his breathing as Cee works because his broad chest is rising and falling rapidly, causing him to jolt on the crate on which he is perched.
“Ez, breathe. In and out.” you coach him and he falls into a calmer pattern. “Keep breathing baby, just like that, keep breathing for me. You got this.”
He tries to hear your instructions beyond all of the horror and pressure. Did she just call me baby? He feels the warmth of your hands on his cheeks. He sees the beauty of your eyes on his. He can’t help but think this may be the last time he sees your face. Devastation consumes him as he realizes he may never have the chance to tell you how he truly feels.
Ezra looks up at you, your hands still framing his face, with so much worry. His eyebrows are drawn together and you can see the panic dancing across his eyes. Cee is working diligently, but with each passing second, you see your Ezra spiraling. You scoot your crate as close as possible to his, making your knees slot together. You let your hands drop from his face, and take his left hand into your grasp. You swiftly pull his hand to your chest and hold it there.
“Feel my breathing, Ez. Try and match it. Just like that, love. In and out.”
Keeping one hand on his, you reach out with your other and place it on his own chest, hoping to ground him even further.
“Birdie, what if I don’t-”
You cut off whatever he was about to say.
“Where should we go, hmm? Do we find another place to prospect? No, we don’t need any more money. Let’s go somewhere and rest for a while. Wouldn’t that be - keep breathing - wouldn’t that be nice? Just you, and me, and Cee if she wants. We can be together anywhere in the universe, Ez. I just need you to be there with me,” you attempt to distract him as both your breaths start to calm down and synchronize. The truth is tumbling out of your mouth.
Ezra yells and grunts suddenly. You jump at the sound, squeezing his hand and grabbing his shirt. You know that Cee just hit bone.
“Up to four, Cee!” you turn your attention back to Ezra. “So close Ez, almost done, hold on baby, you’re doing so great.”
He grimaces at the sound of the saw and needs you closer so he moves his hand up to grab the back of your neck. You know what he is asking of you and you stand between his knees in front of him. Running your fingers through his sweat-drenched hair to cradle his head, you hug him against your abdomen. His left arm wraps around your waist to hold you as close as he can. You stand like this until you hear the final crack and the weight is released.
Holding Ezra’s head against you, angled away from the scene, you instruct Cee, “Make sure to put a good coating of juice and dress everything shut.”
This is when you feel Ezra’s shoulders trembling, almost bouncing. You hold him as tight to you as you can as he cries into your shirt, his hand grabbing at your back for a comforting purchase.
Ezra cannot contain his emotions anymore as he sobs at the loss. His primary weapon is now gone. Cee finishes wrapping the site of the wound, sits back on her heels, and gives a final nod of approval.
“Time to go, Ez. Pod’s waiting.” You comb your fingers through his hair, attempting to soothe his ebbing tears.
“I don’t know if I’ll make it. Who am I, now that I am damaged? What use will I be?” He looks down at where his right arm was just minutes ago.
You help him to his feet and hold his chin to force eye contact. “You are not damaged. You are still Ezra, and you have faced worse than this. I will be by your side through everything. If you’ll have me,” you whisper that last part.
Ezra sighs out your name and presses his forehead to yours. “Solely if I can be yours as well. My greatest forfeiture today would not have been my life, birdie. It would have been you.”
You press your lips to his, just barely. “Let’s pack up and get the hell out of here then,” you say, making Ezra crack a small smile.
This story takes place in the Flowers and Cosmos universe, which will be glimpses of the lives and relationship of Ezra and Reader, an astrobotanist. The stories will be posted non-sequentially but will be listed in chronological order.
It is co-written with @coastielaceispunk <3
Pairing: Ezra x Reader
Word Count: 2382
Warnings: Explicit. Language, body worship, somnophilia in an established relationship, light thigh riding, and PiV without protection. General Ez love.
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Your eyes shoot open.
Where am I?
The ventilation is turning over, the air slightly stale in your small pod. A dimmed light bathes you in a soft glow, washing over your form tucked under the plush blanket. You try to steady your breath a bit as the world comes more into focus around you.
You’re home. Well, home for now. You were still getting used to this new pod and all of its hums and clicks.
You turn your head and see Ezra sleeping on his back, blanket pushed down by his waist and sprawled for you to see. You watch his shallow yet even breaths leave his gently parted lips. His face is so relaxed and peaceful in his contented slumber, here in the early hours of your 8th spin on the transport ship to The Ephrate. His face shows no worry, yet you can still make out all of his smile crinkles and center brow lines from years of complicated prospecting work mixed with laughter despite his years of hardships.
Ezra is so beautiful.
You prop yourself up on one elbow, twisting to look at your lover's features more. The white tuft in his otherwise dark brown hair above his right eye looks so distinguished. The silvery scar across his left cheek, so faint in this light. It makes you want to hurt the person that did that to him, even though it makes him more beautiful in his own way. Especially the gorgeous hook of his nose that gives him his gods-like profile which you could never mistake.
His lips.
Oh, his plump lips through which intoxicating words and endless soliloquies flow. You rake over his patchy facial hair and mustache with your eyes before settling on his neck. Elongated for you on the pillow, you just want to lovingly bite it and mark it as your own. You can see the relaxed thrum of his pulse that gives him life, that gives you life. What would you do without this incredible man in your universe?
Does he know that my heart beats for him?
You smile to yourself as you observe his sleeping form. As quiet as space itself. He is so tranquil for someone who is always so alive. Always so talkative. You rarely get the time to appreciate him this way. Perhaps all of his years alone brought on his loquacious nature, you wonder to yourself. Any voice was preferable to nothing in those times, and his own words became an assurance. Now he loves to talk to you about anything and everything that he feels or thinks. He is always reading, having found comfort and curiosity in fiction, and he loved learning about any topics he could get his hands on.
His vocabulary is so vast and eloquent that he sounds of honey when he speaks.
Hearing him talk has never been a hindrance to you; you’re his great listener and verbal sparer. The way he speaks first drew you to him and keeps you in his gravity. His words flow so beautifully in those intimate acts they build the fire deep within you; you burn for him, for his voice alone.
Right now, though, your verbose love is silent save for tiny snores.
Ezra is neither an early riser nor a night owl and he is used to hard work, so when he's awake, he's awake. Knowing the importance of rest he sleeps deep, and he especially sleeps soundly when he is next to you.
His sleep is so deep that you reach over and begin to trace the muscles of his neck with the tips of your fingers. He doesn’t even flinch. You could no longer just look at him...you have to touch. The texture of the skin of his neck is enchanting. Your hand follows down to the dip between his collar bones and traces out to either side and back to center in slow, feather-light movements.
Mmm, he’s so warm.
Ezra only sleeps in his first layer compression briefs, especially since he likes to curl around you at night under the most luxurious blanket that he could find. He always radiates the warmth of the galaxy's central sun. This is a favorite attribute because you are always cold, especially traveling through open, chilled space in a metal can like you are now.
You slowly sit up on your knees to continue your appreciative journey. One hand lightly trails down his left arm draped across his strong abdomen. The other traces his far shoulder where he had lost his former primary weapon, his arm. You take a moment to recognize how capable Ezra was after his tragedy on the Green Moon. Ezra trained his left hand to become his primary and came to terms with his loss rather quickly, but not without struggle. He was proud to have his life and thanked Kevva that he got to be with you.
The loss never impeded his work, or how he held you. His embrace was all-encompassing, strong, and warm. Just like him.
Your mind slings back to its task. You bring your fingers close together on his broad chest, still barely grazing along his skin, his expansive chest dwarfing your hands. Trailing down his sternum you trace over his waist and down to the small slope of his stomach. Ezra shifts slightly as he gets ticklish the lower down his torso you go. You avoid his ribs and love handles for this reason.
You don't want to wake him just yet...you're not done.
His tummy rises and falls with his satisfied breaths as he is once again motionless. You push the blanket down further and spread your hands out to run your palms over his Adonis belt and the slight trail of hair just above his low-riding briefs. A sigh escapes your lips as you feel him, so warm and firm. You press your hands tenderly to frame his hips. You drag your warmed hands down to the outside of his thighs as you carefully scoot down the wide cot that Ezra had insisted on and push the blanket off of his figure entirely. Ezra’s right knee is bent away from his left, which lays flat with his hips comfortably canted and open.
Your hands stop on his sturdy thighs. Appreciating his form while he sleeps in silence has made you want him...want to wake him up showing him all the love you have for him.
You swing your left leg to straddle his thigh closest to you, right above his knee. You’re careful not to put your body weight on him just yet. You decide to rub your palms up and down the inside of his thighs circling to the top. You add a bit of pressure with each rotation, relishing in the feel of his taut muscles.
Ezra sleepily whimpers at the sensation, the sound cutting right through you, and he tenses his thighs. The one just beneath your core lifted just right as he flexes, providing the most glorious friction over your cotton panties. Only then do you realize the bit of wetness collected there at your worship of his beautiful body. The barely-there touch entices you to lower yourself to firmly but carefully sit on Ezra’s lower thigh, just above his knee. You’re desperate to seek your own release, but not at the expense of startling him awake.
You continue the circles on his upper thighs, inching higher and higher to have your fingertips push underneath his briefs. They start to bunch and soon you feel where his long legs meet his pelvis. Still in his sleep, you see Ezra starting to breathe a little shallower.
Lips parting a little wider. You have to restrain yourself from kissing him.
Your loving touch is physically doing things to his body, the proof of which you can see as he begins to harden in his briefs next to your hands. You hope that you’re inducing a hot dream with your ministrations. You change your hand movements to sweep side to side under his briefs, not yet touching his length. He steadily becomes almost fully erect and reaches down to push the heel of his palm onto his straining briefs, groaning as he keeps his hand there but still not opening his eyes.
You continue your rocking on his tense thigh and sigh softly watching him touch himself. Blessed Kevva, you can't wait any longer and you know he is ready for you.
Time to wake up, lover.
With hands still in his briefs, you lift up and free him from his confines. You pull them down just enough and move carefully to now straddle his narrow hips. You tenderly move his hand away and he frowns.
Oh Ezra, you just wait.
You take him in your hand which causes Ezra to buck his hips lazily and sigh. He finally scrunches his face and feels for you like every morning he awakes. You take this moment to pull your soaked panties to one side and line him up at your wanting entrance. Eyes closed he moves his wandering arm to find your thigh...then your hip. You whimper at his soft touch.
Tired of waiting, you finally sink yourself onto his fully hard length. Ezra gasps and his eyes shoot open where they fix on you with a look of shock. You are so wet from the anticipation of the morning he slides effortlessly through your folds. His perfect cock fills you completely as your apex meets his and your clit rubs against his short curls. You throw your head back with a breathy moan as you feel his grip tighten on your hip.
After a moment you adjust to his stretch and look down to see his eyes, hooded with sleep, boring into your face. Then you roll your hips, again, again, and again. Ezra is watching you with his mouth agape. Either he is in shock at your actions or still isn't fully awake. Either way, he is speechless.
Ezra is speechless as you love him awake. He is never without his beloved words.
Your feelings are as vast as space itself and on display now. You have brought the man of many words to utter silence.
You feel him twitching and throbbing, deep inside you. The slow build of your touches compared to your thrusts now has him absolutely reeling. Ezra is panting, opening and closing his mouth as he grabs up and down your body. He can’t help the look of excitement dancing over his gorgeous features.
“Good morning baby. Can you cum for me? You can do it...I know you can. Fill me up,” you speak softly aloud for the first time.
Ezra whimpers and stutters because he is unable to find any bit of his vocabulary to tell you the thousands of thoughts racing through his head.
You have stolen his voice on this day...and he couldn’t be happier. All he can do is buck up into you, meeting you thrust for thrust.
You smile at him with a sense of pride in what you have reduced him to, continuing to drive him deeper as you widen your knees around him. Each strike to oh fuck, that perfect spot inside brings you closer to your edge, which is spurring on his own release as he can feel you tighten around him.
“Ezra!” you rasp out, “you feel sublime,” as you flutter around him, being pushed over your edge into tingling burning ecstasy.
His usual words sound so good falling from your lips and he finally breaks his silence to gasp out your name in his groggy morning voice. He pulls your hips as close as he can, burying himself as deep as he can go, and he lets out a gravelly groan as he reaches his orgasm. Spilling into you as far as he can for a few moments before stilling and catching his breath.
When you come back from the stars above you lay forward onto him and into his warm embrace. Ezra rolls you both to his side so your back is against the cool bulkhead. He kisses you lazily in appreciation and wonder.
“I awoke to an alluring nirvana that I assumed was merely an indulgent dream,” Ezra breathes out shakily.
“Look at you articulating, my love,” you smile back, placing a hand on his cheek.
Ezra meets your smile with another chaste kiss, “You had me dumbstruck, little bird.”
You both lie silent in the perfectly sized cot, wrapped in each other's warmth for a little while longer before starting your day. Even in his soundlessness, Ezra says everything he needs to.
Thank you for also seeing this gif of Steve and our young poet Ricky as possible young Ezra!
Young Ezra thoughts below!
Tw: Mention of childhood neglect/abandonment.
Ezra had to grow up fast living on Central as a boy. He was an independent, self-sufficient loner and practically lived at his local library. Home life was not good and his parents were always away, he was not their priority, which sadly caused him to break out on his own early on. He did what was best for Ezra and never saw them again. He found solace in reading. A safe place away from all his trauma. He found joy in the escape of stories, learning the history of far away worlds and civilizations, the feeling of the pages between his fingertips, the scent of the older texts, and the calm silence that surrounded him in his place. He’d often wonder, “is this how the vastness of the cosmos sounds?” Only the soothing sound of his breathing where he sits in the rows and rows of literature protecting him from the outside world. All of his reading made him loquacious and charming to those he felt comfortable speaking with, to those that had the pleasure of knowing him, never one to close off the world around him or build walls. He enjoyed people. Even though he was seen as a quiet, intellectual young man. All of his reading of others’ experiences made him want to set off to create his own adventures. Write his own stories, find even more to read. Ezra became fascinated with nature and the wild planets still in the universe, he longed to be there. Anywhere was better than the congested cityscape he has grown to know by no decision of his own. This thirst for far away adventure brought him to prospector training and crew hiring, making him among the youngest to apply and excel. Ezra’s initial silent and smart nature gave the impression to others he would fail, but he was stronger and more adaptable than they gave him credit for. This would unfortunately be something he would have to prove to them all.
These are some of the reasons I believe, besides Ezra being partially at fault, that he identifies with, sympathizes for, and cares for Cee.
I love you Steve. I love you Ricky. I love you Ez. Love you too Laura!
This story takes place in the Flowers and Cosmos universe, which will be glimpses of the lives and relationship of Ezra and Reader, an astrobotanist. The stories will be posted non-sequentially but will be listed in chronological order.
It is co-written with @lowlights<3
Pairing: Ezra x Reader
Word Count: 2382
Warnings: Explicit. Language, body worship, somnophilia in an established relationship, light thigh riding, and PiV without protection. General Ez love.
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Your eyes shoot open.
Where am I?
The ventilation is turning over, the air slightly stale in your small pod. A dimmed light bathes you in a soft glow, washing over your form tucked under the plush blanket. You try to steady your breath a bit as the world comes more into focus around you.
You’re home. Well, home for now. You were still getting used to this new pod and all of its hums and clicks.
You turn your head and see Ezra sleeping on his back, blanket pushed down by his waist and sprawled for you to see. You watch his shallow yet even breaths leave his gently parted lips. His face is so relaxed and peaceful in his contented slumber, here in the early hours of your 8th spin on the transport ship to The Ephrate. His face shows no worry, yet you can still make out all of his smile crinkles and center brow lines from years of complicated prospecting work mixed with laughter despite his years of hardships.
Ezra is so beautiful.
You prop yourself up on one elbow, twisting to look at your lover’s features more. The white tuft in his otherwise dark brown hair above his right eye looks so distinguished. The silvery scar across his left cheek, so faint in this light. It makes you want to hurt the person that did that to him, even though it makes him more beautiful in his own way. Especially the gorgeous hook of his nose that gives him his gods-like profile which you could never mistake.
His lips.
Oh, his plump lips through which intoxicating words and endless soliloquies flow. You rake over his patchy facial hair and mustache with your eyes before settling on his neck. Elongated for you on the pillow, you just want to lovingly bite it and mark it as your own. You can see the relaxed thrum of his pulse that gives him life, that gives you life. What would you do without this incredible man in your universe?
Does he know that my heart beats for him?
You smile to yourself as you observe his sleeping form. As quiet as space itself. He is so tranquil for someone who is always so alive. Always so talkative. You rarely get the time to appreciate him this way. Perhaps all of his years alone brought on his loquacious nature, you wonder to yourself. Any voice was preferable to nothing in those times, and his own words became an assurance. Now he loves to talk to you about anything and everything that he feels or thinks. He is always reading, having found comfort and curiosity in fiction, and he loved learning about any topics he could get his hands on.
His vocabulary is so vast and eloquent that he sounds of honey when he speaks.
Hearing him talk has never been a hindrance to you; you’re his great listener and verbal sparer. The way he speaks first drew you to him and keeps you in his gravity. His words flow so beautifully in those intimate acts they build the fire deep within you; you burn for him, for his voice alone.
Right now, though, your verbose love is silent save for tiny snores.
Ezra is neither an early riser nor a night owl and he is used to hard work, so when he’s awake, he’s awake. Knowing the importance of rest he sleeps deep, and he especially sleeps soundly when he is next to you.
His sleep is so deep that you reach over and begin to trace the muscles of his neck with the tips of your fingers. He doesn’t even flinch. You could no longer just look at him…you have to touch. The texture of the skin of his neck is enchanting. Your hand follows down to the dip between his collar bones and traces out to either side and back to center in slow, feather-light movements.
Mmm, he’s so warm.
Ezra only sleeps in his first layer compression briefs, especially since he likes to curl around you at night under the most luxurious blanket that he could find. He always radiates the warmth of the galaxy’s central sun. This is a favorite attribute because you are always cold, especially traveling through open, chilled space in a metal can like you are now.
You slowly sit up on your knees to continue your appreciative journey. One hand lightly trails down his left arm draped across his strong abdomen. The other traces his far shoulder where he had lost his former primary weapon, his arm. You take a moment to recognize how capable Ezra was after his tragedy on the Green Moon. Ezra trained his left hand to become his primary and came to terms with his loss rather quickly, but not without struggle. He was proud to have his life and thanked Kevva that he got to be with you.
The loss never impeded his work, or how he held you. His embrace was all-encompassing, strong, and warm. Just like him.
Your mind slings back to its task. You bring your fingers close together on his broad chest, still barely grazing along his skin, his expansive chest dwarfing your hands. Trailing down his sternum you trace over his waist and down to the small slope of his stomach. Ezra shifts slightly as he gets ticklish the lower down his torso you go. You avoid his ribs and love handles for this reason.
You don’t want to wake him just yet…you’re not done.
His tummy rises and falls with his satisfied breaths as he is once again motionless. You push the blanket down further and spread your hands out to run your palms over his Adonis belt and the slight trail of hair just above his low-riding briefs. A sigh escapes your lips as you feel him, so warm and firm. You press your hands tenderly to frame his hips. You drag your warmed hands down to the outside of his thighs as you carefully scoot down the wide cot that Ezra had insisted on and push the blanket off of his figure entirely. Ezra’s right knee is bent away from his left, which lays flat with his hips comfortably canted and open.
Your hands stop on his sturdy thighs. Appreciating his form while he sleeps in silence has made you want him…want to wake him up showing him all the love you have for him.
You swing your left leg to straddle his thigh closest to you, right above his knee. You’re careful not to put your body weight on him just yet. You decide to rub your palms up and down the inside of his thighs circling to the top. You add a bit of pressure with each rotation, relishing in the feel of his taut muscles.
Ezra sleepily whimpers at the sensation, the sound cutting right through you, and he tenses his thighs. The one just beneath your core lifted just right as he flexes, providing the most glorious friction over your cotton panties. Only then do you realize the bit of wetness collected there at your worship of his beautiful body. The barely-there touch entices you to lower yourself to firmly but carefully sit on Ezra’s lower thigh, just above his knee. You’re desperate to seek your own release, but not at the expense of startling him awake.
You continue the circles on his upper thighs, inching higher and higher to have your fingertips push underneath his briefs. They start to bunch and soon you feel where his long legs meet his pelvis. Still in his sleep, you see Ezra starting to breathe a little shallower.
Lips parting a little wider. You have to restrain yourself from kissing him.
Your loving touch is physically doing things to his body, the proof of which you can see as he begins to harden in his briefs next to your hands. You hope that you’re inducing a hot dream with your ministrations. You change your hand movements to sweep side to side under his briefs, not yet touching his length. He steadily becomes almost fully erect and reaches down to push the heel of his palm onto his straining briefs, groaning as he keeps his hand there but still not opening his eyes.
You continue your rocking on his tense thigh and sigh softly watching him touch himself. Blessed Kevva, you can’t wait any longer and you know he is ready for you.
Time to wake up, lover.
With hands still in his briefs, you lift up and free him from his confines. You pull them down just enough and move carefully to now straddle his narrow hips. You tenderly move his hand away and he frowns.
Oh Ezra, you just wait.
You take him in your hand which causes Ezra to buck his hips lazily and sigh. He finally scrunches his face and feels for you like every morning he awakes. You take this moment to pull your soaked panties to one side and line him up at your wanting entrance. Eyes closed he moves his wandering arm to find your thigh…then your hip. You whimper at his soft touch.
Tired of waiting, you finally sink yourself onto his fully hard length. Ezra gasps and his eyes shoot open where they fix on you with a look of shock. You are so wet from the anticipation of the morning he slides effortlessly through your folds. His perfect cock fills you completely as your apex meets his and your clit rubs against his short curls. You throw your head back with a breathy moan as you feel his grip tighten on your hip.
After a moment you adjust to his stretch and look down to see his eyes, hooded with sleep, boring into your face. Then you roll your hips, again, again, and again. Ezra is watching you with his mouth agape. Either he is in shock at your actions or still isn’t fully awake. Either way, he is speechless.
Ezra is speechless as you love him awake. He is never without his beloved words.
Your feelings are as vast as space itself and on display now. You have brought the man of many words to utter silence.
You feel him twitching and throbbing, deep inside you. The slow build of your touches compared to your thrusts now has him absolutely reeling. Ezra is panting, opening and closing his mouth as he grabs up and down your body. He can’t help the look of excitement dancing over his gorgeous features.
“Good morning baby. Can you cum for me? You can do it…I know you can. Fill me up,” you speak softly aloud for the first time.
Ezra whimpers and stutters because he is unable to find any bit of his vocabulary to tell you the thousands of thoughts racing through his head.
You have stolen his voice on this day…and he couldn’t be happier. All he can do is buck up into you, meeting you thrust for thrust.
You smile at him with a sense of pride in what you have reduced him to, continuing to drive him deeper as you widen your knees around him. Each strike to oh fuck, that perfect spot inside brings you closer to your edge, which is spurring on his own release as he can feel you tighten around him.
“Ezra!” you rasp out, “you feel sublime,” as you flutter around him, being pushed over your edge into tingling burning ecstasy.
His usual words sound so good falling from your lips and he finally breaks his silence to gasp out your name in his groggy morning voice. He pulls your hips as close as he can, burying himself as deep as he can go, and he lets out a gravelly groan as he reaches his orgasm. Spilling into you as far as he can for a few moments before stilling and catching his breath.
When you come back from the stars above you lay forward onto him and into his warm embrace. Ezra rolls you both to his side so your back is against the cool bulkhead. He kisses you lazily in appreciation and wonder.
“I awoke to an alluring nirvana that I assumed was merely an indulgent dream,” Ezra breathes out shakily.
“Look at you articulating, my love,” you smile back, placing a hand on his cheek.
Ezra meets your smile with another chaste kiss, “You had me dumbstruck, little bird.”
You both lie silent in the perfectly sized cot, wrapped in each other’s warmth for a little while longer before starting your day. Even in his soundlessness, Ezra says everything he needs to.
Do you ever ponder how Ezra got the scar on his cheek? I think about this at least once a day.
OH. I haven't thought about this since the last time I watched the movie. I go back and forth between it being some dramatic, close-to-death moment where he had to struggle with someone and caught a weapon to the face.....OR he made a really dumb mistake during a dig and somehow injured himself, so now he lies about it. 😂
Ok, so Ezra has given forehead kisses to his loves before, but no one has given him a forehead kiss- until you.
I love this because this is sooo Ez. It’s such an intimate way for him to show his love.
You kiss him on his forehead, or temple, while he is sitting when you pass him by for no reason at all besides to show how much you love him. Kissing his bright blonde path above his right eye has turned into a habit of yours. You need your lips on him, they gravitate towards him multiple times a day, your lips feeling his warmth a form of comfort. If he is standing you have to place your hands on either side of his head, fingertips in his hair, to guide his forehead to your lips because his towering height. The effort you show always makes him grin ear to ear. Receiving these quick meaningful kisses is almost as good as giving them.
@lowlights our yearning for Ez is my favorite pastime
