Sine Wave
pairing Solider Boy x f!reader
summary MDNI, you and Soldier Boy have some fun with candles
Content temperature kink, unrealistic candle wax play, mathematics (sry math haters), kissing, squeezing, testicle play, pet names like doll and sweetheart, Soldier Boy blindfolded, mention of bumpkin, profanities, fluff, mention of cunnilingus, asmr ball squishing, groaning, unintentional spanking, f!reader blindfolded
warning!! (some spoiler so maybe read this last) please do NOT try whatever I have written here. If you want to use a candle, please purchase proper candles/wax for such activities to avoid burns ect. Do not do what the reader did to any guys balls, it will hurt them (not in a pleasurable way). The only reason I have written this as is, is because Soldier Boy is a supe and has a supernatural durability to pain.
word count 5490
You huff, as you ignite yet another candle for the umpteen time. You sprinkle the room with lit up candles, instead of watching him spread over your screen just like your legs for him. You look at the curvaceous fire that dances due to the wind instead of his chiseled sharp features. The candles and the fire look quite picturesque, but you want to see the very picturesque Soldier Boy.
But here you are, battling the stygian darkness caused by a power outage with the dreamy and glowy golden light the candles provide.
You place the last candle, as you are content with how ubiquitous the candles are. You sigh as your brain draws up a blank of what to do.
You take a step back, and bump into a warm hard coiled wall. You furrow your eyebrows, as you are certain, there is no wall behind you. You turn around, and there he is.
The lighting the candles give him is the most quintessential lighting as it pronounces his sharp chiseled nose, cheekbones, and jaw. You exhale, as you are practically dumbfounded with his presence, a presence you were substituting with him on a corpulent screen.
“Daddy’s home.” His emerald eyes twinkle, as he pulls out his notorious filthy smirk, with the masculine sharp ends of his canines poking out.
You let out a gleeful smile, as you reel him into a hug, “Welcome home!” You pucker your lips as you move your head closer to him. Due to your height difference he bends down to allow you to pepper a kiss on his cheek. Your lips land on his beard, and to you it feels like you were exfoliating your lips.
“I’ve called the electrician. There’s a power outage.” You sigh as you pull back from the hug, which causes his hands to comfortably rest on your hips, “Such a shame. There is nothing to do.” You pout.
Soldier Boy’s eyes do not falter from looking at your classic beauty, but his eyes do fall to your virginal pink lips. His smirk is still plastered to his face, “Is your name nothing? Because I will do nothing.”
You let out a joyful chuckle at his corny joke, “Come on! We always make love. Let’s do something fun together!”
“We can stuff my fat fucking balls in your little throat.” Soldier Boy proposes, raising an eyebrow and probably his dick at the same time.
“Ew!” You giggle, as you playfully slap his chest.
His fingers twirl in your hair, as he lets his cavalier attitude continue to boom,“Or give flaming amazon a go?”
You arch up a brow, “Spare my bush.”
All of a sudden, Soldier Boy’s eye sparkles, “I’ve got a hell of an idea, doll,” He proudly smiles. His gleaming eyes are glued to you as his fingers brush upon your pastel blue scarf. The silk scarf wrapped around your neck is as thin and long as a tie, yet nowhere as thick as one.
Your eyes falter to your scarf sliding off your body into his grip and back to his beautiful green eyes, “What are you doing?” You coo as you are breathless, as your eyes fall onto his face that holds a cocky smirk.
“Shhh.” he softly coos, pouting his thick plump lips, as he brings your rectangular scarf over your eyes.
You see the soft baby pink ranunculus flowers that were handpainted on your scarf, until you see a stygian darkness once more as the scarf fully restricts your view.
As Soldier Boy fiddles at the back of your head, tying the scarf, you groan, “I just want to see you.”
You want to stomp your foot and cross your arms as you are tired of a darkness hindering the view of the man you oh so very want to see. Life is evil.
Soldier Boy completely disregards your wish, as he lifts you up. You practically claw onto his very muscular back, a back that your nails have scratched (yet you lack the strength to gift him an art of scratches because you are a mere human). Feeling his sturdy grand back under your palms, makes you smile as you rest your head on his muscular shoulder.
You feel him bend down a little. Gravity plays its role as you begin to slowly slip out of his grip. He gently, with caution and care, places you down on the sofa, in a supine position. Your head rests on the arm rest, in this case it is a headrest/pillow.
You feel his large toasty warm arms drag up from your calf towards your thighs. Along with his very welcomed hands, your dress rides up. You can feel the air freely roaming around your core, which makes you assume he can see your pretties. Thank god you didn’t wear the one with his face plastered on it.
He runs his fingers on your left thigh that feels like a soothing massage, “You like that?” He questions in a soft sensual tone.
You may be blind folded, but your are certain Soldier Boy is looking at your face at this very moment, “Yes.” You whisper.
“Do you like this, doll?” Soldier Boy asks, as he gently plants some scattered kisses on your upper thigh that get beautifully close to the gusset of your panty.
“Yes, that’s heavenly.” You whisper, as you tilt your head back and close your eyes, despite the fact you cannot see.
“And this?” He questions, as you can feel the thick press of his warm moist tongue upon your thigh running pretty close to your pretties. Your thigh clenches, as you yearn to shift your body in a manner his tongue runs upon the cloth of your panty.
“Oh, I love that.” You smile, as he removes his tongue causing the area he licked to become chilly. Due to the chillyness, you desperately miss his tongue because it gave you warmth and pleasure.
“What about this?” Soldier Boy queries, however, with his tone you can just sense something is up.
Your gasp, sitting more erect. Your eyebrows furrow as you swiftly take off your blind fold to be met with the crepuscular light, and Soldier Boy holding a candle.
You gaze down at your thigh, where the unbidden melted candle laved over. It looks strikingly similar to when he disgorged himself on you. You almost giggle at the thought.
“Did ya like that?” He asks, intensely staring at you, probably hoping he did not fuck up.
The sudden warmth did not burn - at least in an unbearable manner. You may have yearned for the warmth of his tongue, but the wax felt like a good substitute.
“Actually,” Your eyebrows remain furrowed as you gently nod, “Yes. I liked that.”
Soldier Boy’s lips stretch, revealing his pearly whites, and the creases at the outer corner of his eyes become apparent, “Fuck yes.”
His smile is so contagious to you, before you know it, you as well are showcasing your pearly whites.
Soldier Boy begins massaging your thigh once more, as his burly hand runs up and down it with the perfect amount of pressure, “Tell me if it ever burns.” He demands, as his eyes look at you as if you are a precious doll that can break at any moment.
“Ok.” You respond, gazing at his beautiful features, such as how beautifully his hair flows as he tilts his head downward. It makes you remember his angular nose and how sharp it felt against your clit. You soak it all in like a sponge, “But, I don’t wish to be blindfolded.”
“Okay.” He complies, as his hand runs up your same thigh. He tilts the candle, ready to pour more wax.
Before he can, you begin to speak, as you innocently tilt your head,“Why don’t you be blindfolded?” you ask in a decorous tone that contradicts what you just uttered.
Soldier Boy does not tittle or chuckle; he lets out a boisterous laugh. A laugh that may bring tears to his eyes. However, this time, you do not laugh alongside him.
His smile dies down, “You’re serious, Doll?” He raises his eyebrows causing some creases upon his forehead.
“Yah!” You ejaculate, as you grab your scarf. You straddle his lap, as his hands mellowly rest on your hips, “Please.” You tilt your head back pouting once more, as you stare at his telegenic features.
“You’re going to have to beg a hell of a lot more to convince me.” Soldier Boy simpers. You both deep down know he will succumb to your wishes, it is just a matter of time that is not scarce.
You sprinkle some kisses on his neck which causes his eyes to roll to the back of his head, “Please,” You whisper sotto voce against his neck. You trail all the way up, to his luscious pinkish lips. You grab his bottom lip with your teeth, with your sinless eyes gazing at him. You tilt your head back, causing his bottom lip to stretch. Soldier Boy creases his eyebrows, causing his glabella to also crease. You let go of his bottom lip, causing it to flap back to it’s normal position.
“Pretty please,” You sink your lips into his for a split second and then swiftly disconnect the touch, “with a cherry on top.” you plead with an ingratiating tone.
Soldier Boy presses his forehead against yours, as he wraps his hand on the back of your neck, “Say what I want to hear.”
A smile spreads out on your face, “Please.” You scoot closer to him, having both your bodies press more against each other, “Ben.”
His emerald eyes twinkle in the candlelight at his honorific, “Now, how can I say no to that, doll.”
“You can’t!” You giggle and leap off his lap concomitantly.
You swiftly grab your scarf, giving him a good view of your butt. But not for long, as you place yourself back on his lap, straddling him. His hand wanders from the side of your ribs all the way up to the sides of your breasts. His thumbs get dangerously close to your nipples. You slowly place the scarf around his eyes. You lift yourself up, to tie the scarf behind his head. But what also happens is, you kinda smack his face with your breasts.
“Sorry.” You slyly erupt a cachinnation, not moving your breasts, especially because Soldier Boy starts lavishly peppering some kisses upon them. You may or may not press his head further into your tits.
As you tie the blind fold you wish you could run your hand through his hair. He presses his palms against your upper back, pushing your breasts more into his face. You are quite sure he cannot breathe right now.
You sit back, causing him to let out a melodious groan and the cold air to hit your breasts. The fact his kisses were sloppy and wet does not help.
You freeze. Right in front of you lies the most powerful man of America in a vulnerable position. You can’t help but giggle, causing him to raise one of his eyebrows. With lissome grace, you sink your knees to touch the opulent persian rug.
You are positioned right in front of him, and he towers over you. The Supe Suit he wears makes his pectorals bigger than yours. Or how his suit latches onto the curves and muscles of his biceps is absolutely breathtaking and mouthwatering. You divert your gaze down, to see his bulge poking out despite the colossal amount of padding his suit has.
You run your finger on his metal belt that has a star smack dab in the middle of it. You circle your finger on the star, and trail your four fingers (not your thumb) to the button edge of his belt. Your fingers slowly spread out, as it slides under his belt, including your thumb. You hear his breath hitch, as your fingers reach to the zip. The zip is hidden by his star metal belt.
As you slowly unzip his trousers, his right hand begins to wander. You look up to his face to see the underside of his sharp rectangular nose causing your core to ache. You squeeze your thighs closer to each other giving yourself somewhat of a good sensation that lasts for a painfully Lilliputian amount of time.
His fingers are covered with a red glove all the way up to his fingers - a red so perfect to express the lust and love and desire you are feeling. His fingers land on your upper shoulder, trailing all the way up to your hair. You instinctively tilt your hand towards his warm grip.
You place your other than under his metal belt. Both your hands latch onto his waistband. Like the zip, his belt covers the waistband too. You can feel his warm supple skin as your fingers curl on his waistband concomitantly his hand rakes through your hair.
You gently tow his waistband, causing him to buck his hips to help you. It also smacks his bulge into your face causing you to yelp. Payback for the boobalicious smack?
In response the action plus your yelp gives Soldier Boy a good boff. The moment you look up, you see his canines sharp and sparkling under the candle light. You leaned so much into his touch you did not realise how close your face was to his dick. You giggle, as you pull your head back and pull down his pants with ease.
His monolithic bulge is desperately poking out of his boxers causing you to gulp in anticipation. Your fingers gracefully and sensually rove up from his upper thigh eventually getting to the band of his boxers. You can feel the moisture in your mouth increasing, along with his bulge.
As you latch onto his skivvies band, you bestrew some light kisses upon his upper thigh. In response you can hear a grunt from him. Halting the kisses, you smile, biting your bottom lip. Your latched fingers gently tugging his boxers down. It first exposes more and more of his delicious v line that practically makes you want to drool. You could drool right now of the sight in front of you, unbeknownst to Soldier Boy.
However, you don’t as you pull his boxer further down, until he is completely exposed to you. Your chest heaves up and down, as his dick springs up and touches his belly button. You softly suck onto your bottom lip as you notice the shift of Soldier Boy’s ball texture. At the gush of the cool air, his ball contracts, becoming tight and firm, moving more to his dick, conserving heat. The candle light creates harsh lines where you can see the mix of accordion-like folds and the wrinkles of a raisin. The flame of the candles flickers and dances causing the shadows and light upon his prune skinned balls to move as elegantly as waves of water. You are practically entranced at the view graced in front of your eyes.
“The last time a chick was so close to my asshole is when I was doing the blumpkin with Rita Hayworth.”
You slightly jerk at his unheralded deep cocky voice, stopping you from looking at the way the light shifts on his ridged balls.
You giggle at what he says. He always does weird sexual acts with woman, that’s how you know he won’t judge you for what you are about to do. You can feel your heart rate quickening, and the beads of sweat forming on your palm as you pick up a light innocent pink candle that can almost be mistaken for white for the untrained or unattentive eye.
You can see the radiant glowy wick that slowly blurs into a dark sinful charcoal color. You can feel the heat of the flame. You can feel how you are burning, but not due to the flame. You want a different type of flame, a flame that might have the same yellow undertones but with a pink tip.
“Tell me if it ever burns.” You mimic what he said to you. Contradictory you do not look at him as if he is a precious doll, because frankly his superpowers make him quite the opposite.
Soldier Boy lets out a crazed smile that makes you feel soused, “Sure, Doll.”
As you move the candle closer to Soldier Boy, you see the flame twitch and dance at the gush of air. You pause, giving the flame a second to normalize itself.
You gently tug on his upper thigh with your free hand, “Come more forward,” You request, as your voice is light and airless.
Soldier Boy complies, as his butt gets to the edge of the seat, his head perfectly hangs over the back cushion. The back cushion and the seat cushion form a 90 degree angle. The way Soldier Boy moves his back causes his back to become a hypotenuse of a right triangle, with the seat cushion and the back cushion becoming the legs of the right triangle.
You lick your lips, as you see his sky-high frame, so freaking perfect you cannot believe this is your reality. You grab the base of his cock, causing his eyebrows to furrow and lips to immediately part. Typically at this stage, you stroke him. This time, you gently and mildly press himself further into his abdomen. This causes his balls to be even more exposed to you, afterall, due to his arousal his balls have tightened creeping closer to his cock. You smile at the sight, and at the thought of what you are to do. He can hear your giggles, causing him his heart to burn knowing he does not know what is to come. Your stomach flutters, as you bring the candle closer and closer to his balls. You can see his skin reacting to the heat, as the valleys and ridges of his ball skin become more prominent and protruding.
You falter, unsure whether to start at the top of his left ball, or the left side of his left ball right at the halfway point. Before you can decide, a drop of the melted wax plops on to the left side of his ball, perfectly halfway of the ball's size lengthwise or the midpoint. His muscles clench, and his ball immediately puckers.
You can hear the sound of Soldier Boy pressing his head back into the sofa cushion, “Christ on a fucking cross.” He draws out.
You giggle, as you press his cock further into his stomach eliciting a groan sotto voce out of him. You do not pay heed to the precum, as for once both his cullions have grabbed your attention.
You gently tilt the candle, allowing its melted wax to splatter from the left-hand side of his left ball. His ball puckers more, becoming more and more wrinkled. You move your hand, hence the candle, making the wax that falls on his outer ball curve upwards. You can hear his ragged breath.
“Do you like that?” You talk with a silky subdued voice as you peer up at him, with an innocent and tranquil countenance he cannot see, but he can sense.
His plump portly mauve lips part again, “Yes, doll.” He weakly lets out.
A smile erupts on your face, “Yay!”
Your hand drifts from the bottom of his cock upwards to half his cock so the wax does not get onto your hand. You hear his guttural groan, as his elephantine hand curls into your hair. You stretch and hold his dick more up than it naturally is to your junoesque beauty. It allows you to more precisely drop the wax onto the upper curve that intersects at the top his left ball and the very bottom left of his cock. He twitches slightly, as his poor balls have probably creased more than it knew it can crease, wrinkle, and pucker. And it will do so more and more.
Some of the wax drifts away from the curve of his ball due to gravity as it glides down parallel to his scrotal raphe. You place the candle down, and with your thumb, you silkenly rub off the wayward wax. His balls spasm, jumping slightly at your warm touch.
“Fuck.” Soldier Boy susurrated ever so softly it causes your clit to tingle.
Regardless of that fact you already brush off the wanton wax, your thumb lingers on his ball, moving side to side. Since one of your thumbs is moving, your other thumb of the hand that is wrapped around his cock pressed against his stomach also lusciously moves side by side on his cock, “It feels good, right?” You softly croon, but your voice is slightly louder than his susurration.
His fingers run through your head, giving you a beautiful massage, as his other hand is clenching onto the armrest, “Yes.” He grunts out with his deep voice causing you to be breathless.
A smile stretches across your face, as you remove your thumb. You pick up the pink candle once more, as you allow the wax to drop slowly in order to keep the integrity of the natural curve of his balls. You drop some wax at the top of his scrotal raphe, causing his balls to twitch. Your breath hitches, as you hope the vellication does not disrupt the direction you wish for the wax to roll down once again. Thankfully, it moves in a way you are pleased with as it glides down, coating the entirety of his scrotal raphe.
Soldier Boy groans once more making you pulse, as the wax wanders all the way down to his perineal raphe. You once more innocently look up to see his nose creased, and his pillow soft lips parted.
“You’re making me go crazy.” He husks, as his head lulls to the side, and you notice his chest heaving up and down, probably nervous at how vulnerable he is. It is not like you can squeeze his balls and hurt him as he is a Supe with otherworldly tolerance to pain.
You snicker in response, “Good!” You chirp.
He lets out an amused hum in response. With a corpulent smile upon your face, you scoot back slightly, to allow yourself to drop your head further down towards his balls for a better position and view for the artwork of wax you are creating. It is also for you to be more pedantic as you tilt the candle to drop more wax on the underside of his right ball. You do it gently and slowly, as you do not wish for gravity to do its job or even his balls to have a sudden pulse and ruin the perfect curve of pinkish white wax beneath the curve of his right ball.
Your grip on his cock has softened, causing you to press his stomach more once more. Soldier Boy hangs his head back at the movement, swallowing a lump in his throat. You can see his Adam apple bob up and down swiftly. Your mouth parts, as you wish that movement happened when you were above him - pear smashed against his Adam apple. It seems that shall happen another time.
His balls jump a bit at the heat of the wax. You drop more wax to follow the curve of the underside of his right ball, all the way up to the midpoint, where you started just on the right ball.
Due to how content you are, you sigh, admiring your work. With a steady hand and utmost precision, you have created a beautiful sine wave among his balls. You can’t help but place a little kiss on his left ball. As you feel the leather like skin against your lips, Soldier Boy jolts, tightening the grip of his hand on your hair. You snigger at his response, as you pucker your lips and gently kiss his right ball. Both deserve love. You can feel how he is trying to loosen the grip on his hand to his head to try and play it cool. You pull your head back, to see a beautiful pinkish white sin wave plastered around his balls, and smack dab at the middle of his balls, two lipstick stains are adorned there.
Soldier Boy’s pearly whites are showcased as his sharp smile lines become prominent, “Godammit, the things I let you do to me.” His deep gruff voice draws out as you place more wax upon his balls.
Your cheeks hurt from how much you are smiling as you place the wax sinusoidally. As the wax softly platters on his sensitive delicate skin, his muscles contract. You are practically drawing sine and cosine curves that would go upon an oscilloscope. It slowly is becoming a bit messy with the layers of wax in repeated places.
Your fingers coil around his cock, pressing his cock for the umpteenth time to his stomach. Like clockwork, another moan comes out of him at the sensation. You suck your bottom lip, as you slowly drop the wax at the lower left of his left ball. Because it is exposed skin that is entirely free of wax, his balls once more crinkle like a wrinkled candy wrapper once the wax touches it. A bird can fly into your home, but you won’t notice as you are too attentive to making the wax fall perfectly on the bottom right of his left ball.
Once it does, you move your head back causing you to chuckle.
“What?” His gruff voice interrupts your amusement.
You bite your lower lip, “It looks like the lowercase greek letter a, alpha.” You tilt your head, as your chest heaves admiring your work.
His hand leaves your head and begins to fiddle with the makeshift blindfold.
“NO!” you squawk, as you press your hands against his.
“Doll, I wanna see.” He grouses as you put his hands to his side.
You giggle, as you let go of your grip on his hands, “This is your punishment for the bajillion times you don’t let me see!”
Soldier Boy groans in response as he drops his head back. You grab his cock once more, pressing it against his abdomen.
You grab the candle once more, “I’m gonna make it infinity now!” You giggle at the thought. You have to stop yourself from giggling and chortling like an evil witch - spoiler, you fail. You can barely stabilize your breath, as your laughter is almost blowing away the candle.
The pathetic man cannot even properly act mad, as a smile breaks out on his face, “Make it what you want, kid.”
“I will!” You sing out, as you are still normalizing your heart rate.
You place the wax on the right hand side of his right ball. The flame dances causing the shadows and the light on his wrinkled ball to dance to a tune that is unbeknownst to you and Soldier Boy.
“It’s infinity now.” You joyfully say, as you look up to the man. His eyes are covered but you can still sense the neediness in his eyes.
“Now c’mere.” he demands, extending his grand muscular arms perfect to bite. He is always priggish.
“No.” You retort pulling back, “I wanna cover all of your balls with it now.”
Soldier Boy lets out a horselaugh, as he waves his white flag by relaxing back into the couch.
Before you allow the wax to fully pool among the entirety of his balls, you decide to make frenzy lissajous curves. You wantonly jerk the candle in all directions, causing the wax to splatter and coat over your lipstick stains. His balls become tremulous and pull back into his body becoming less saggy. You chortle, as it looks as if you are a painter trying to master the blottesque painting technique. However, you are no painter, so it looks like shit. The texture of his balls once more become one of a prune as his balls twitch and jump - practically dancing as more and more heat is put upon it. The wax flies in a wayward manner upon his balls, and even at the base of his cock, the sides of his thighs, and your own hand that holds his cock.
“Settle down, doll,” Soldier Boy remarks as he can barely settle down his own laughter that is all every single earth inhabitant can hear.
You stop, coating the wax on his balls as a more peaceful manner, allowing you to cover every single nook and cranny. You shift your hand from his cock to lift his balls slightly to get a bit of the underside.
Gleaming with pride, you settle down the candle, “Okay, I’m done!”
Soldier Boy whips the blind off, as he begins to reel you into him. Once more you bestride him. You pause, tensing as you get an idea he will either hate or love - no in between. You try to prep yourself of the words to say for the tete-a-tete.
“Wait,” You murmur, pulling a bit back from his grip that is practically engulfing you, “You don’t really feel pain right?
“That’s right, doll.” Soldier Boy places his notorious obnoxious cocky smirk.
You suck on your bottom lip, mischievously gazing at him. The cockiness of his smirk dies down, he knows something is up (not just his dick).
You readjust yourself as you are on him, “Do ya know asmr videos?” You query, studying his reaction, as if you are to drop a bomb any second now (you kind of are going to).
“Mhm,” He softly moans in approval, as his hand begins to latch onto your ass.
“So…ummm” Your brain spins trying to think of how to say this perfectly so he approval of what you wish to do causing you to gibber,“You know how they pour wax, let’s it harden…and uh,” You lick your lips trying to find the words, and your eyes falter up and down.
“Jesus, you’re something else,” Soldier Boy becomes convulsed with laughter, reading your mind, as he squeezes your butt, “Give it a whirl, doll.” he adds on with his husky voice.
Your eyes widen, as your butt falls more into his grip on his hand, “I-it won’t hurt you right?”
You underestimating him cracks him up, as he lets out a boisterous laugh, hanging his head back for a second. Taking that as an answer, you swiftly give him a peck on his cheek, as you go back on your knees. You place it on the persian rug where it is warm from where your knees were before.
Sweat builds up on your palms, as you crane your head up to bless your views with a view of his intoxicating face. Your hand slowly makes its way to his right ball. For both his balls, the wax has dried up. You gently cup his right egg shaped ball with your hand. You pause, looking down.
“Go on, sweetheart.” He coos, as his emerald eyes intensely look down at you.
You lather your lips with your spit, as you slowly squeeze his ball. In the most satisfying way possible, the wax cracks and crumbles onto the ground. It is going to be hell cleaning it off the rug, but that is a problem for another day.
You once more cock your head up, with the sole intent to study his reaction. His eyes shine with adoration, as he himself is studying your reaction. You squeeze his ball a bit hard, to destroy the coating of more of the wax causing the sounds of it to fill up your ears. As usual, his ball does become wrinkly again, but not due to pain.
This time, without hesitation, you move your hand to his left ball. You squeeze it, as the cracking sound blesses your ears, along with the sound of Soldier Boy groaning and you giggling. This is your most elysian moment, as you can start to feel his ball under the wax. It feels as soft and squishy as a boiled egg.
“May I pour more wax?” You ask, as you look at him as innocently and pure as possible as if you just did not squish his balls.
“You don’t gotta ask sweetheart.” He replies, with a smile that lights up your heart.
You swiftly grab the candle once more, tilting it, ready to handsomely pour it upon his balls.
The doorbell rings.
You both whip your head to the door.
“Who is it?” Deep, gruff, and without the playful tone he has with you, Soldier Boy yells out.
“The Electrician!”
You groan, slouching your posture, thudding the candle back on the table. Life is evil.
Soldier Boy huffs a laugh, as he brings up his boxers. He cups your cheek as he does so, and winks at you “Next time.”
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