AVERT YER EYES

nsfw side blog to xiaolindude, 18+ only. time to get wild, sluts~ 

[xiaolintease]

The water sloshed a little as she got in, and he shifted his legs closer together when it became clear how she was intending to sit.

Back on the sea. Right. This wasn’t something they were going to be doing regularly. Somehow, his mind had ventured into ‘I could get used to this’ territory, knowing he’d have a safe place to live, vaguely imagining if she came with him. But no. She was setting sail tomorrow and that was it. And he didn’t even want to spend his life with somebody, anyway! Why invite that sort of vulnerability?

The water flick made him smirk. He nudged her hip with his foot beneath the water in return. “I’m gonna have one every damn night.”

He wiggled his shoulders to get comfier, then leaned his head back against the edge of the tub, eyes closed. A long sigh escaped him as the heat eased through his body.

[rrdcafterdark]

He looked... perfect right now. Thoroughly fucked, relaxed, imagining the possibilities of his future. A future that was wide open. As much as she'd been thinking about how much she'd be missing him, she was also genuinely so happy for him and the freedom he now how and his future, so full of potential and possibility.

She rubbed her hands slowly over her belly as she cleaned his spilled seed from her skin and wondered, oh so briefly, what it would be like to share a bath with him every day. To come home to his smile and his laugh and know she would be welcomed, not because she was a prize, but because she was a friend.

But that wasn't what she wanted. She wanted her own kind of freedom; the wind in her hair and treasure on the horizon. Ridding ships of their precious goods and freeing people who should not be considered goods at all. Their futures would be very different, and their paths weren't likely to ever cross again.

"And sleep in a warm bed," she smiled. "Never have to huddle for warmth again. A solid roof and a fire in the hearth. Good, filling food for your belly every day. No one to answer to but yourself."

That made her realize just how similar their ideas of freedom were. They both craved what the didn't have growing up. And, yes, she had to take care of her crew, but she trusted them, and they her, so they were less a responsibility and more a benefit. She was the boss on her ship, and had nothing to fear from her crew. No one could catch her or stop her from being exactly who she wanted to be.

[xiaolintease]

They’d been apart for a month. Before that, before Rogue’s Landing, they’d been apart for their entire lives, bar the occasional unfriendly encounter. This would be fine. How could it hurt? When he could look forward to having everything he’d been wanting, and only losing everything he’d already decided he didn’t want?

But she was going to miss him…

No. She was going to miss this familiar but no strings attached sex they had together. Obviously. He was too. They’d be stupid not to miss this - sex this good was a rarity!

She was listing so many amazing things he had to look forward to, little luxuries that would soon be his new norm. He wondered how long it would take for him to become used to them. Would he take them for granted, just like every other person who didn’t spend their lives sailing around in the elements.

Finally, he sat up a little and opening his eyes to look at her. She wasn’t nearly so blissful as him. Cheerful, yes, but melancholy. His stomach did something weird.

“And you’ll have the sea and your ship and your crew. Different dreams for different people,” he mused with a smirk. They were both getting what they wanted, weren’t they? “And you’ll regale them with heroic tales of the old Captain Pedrosa.”

[xiaolintease]

Man, that look was so soft. A little smile over her shoulder at him, eyes gentle, fond... he wasn't used to that. It made his heart and stomach do weird things, not altogether pleasant or unpleasant. How the hell was he supposed to feel?! She'd muddled him up so damn much.

Well, she had a point, and there was something gross about getting into a bath that another person had just finished using without changing the water. Not that it was much different from sharing, in reality, but it felt different. So he pushed the bedsheets off himself and took her hand, getting to his feet. He faked a dramatic stagger, gripping her hand tighter to 'steady' himself. At least that way, the hand-holding didn't seem all soft and vulnerable.

"Woahhhh, all that sex and rum has gone straight to my head," he played, lurching sideways again and almost pulling her over. Smirking at his own stupid antics, he quickly slipped into the bath, sucking in a breath through his teeth at the heat of it. Oh, but that felt good on the muscles.

[rrdcafterdark]

She laughed as he stumbled playfully about, stumnling herself when he nearly pulled her over, and she didn't buy it for a second, but didn't mind, either. She liked when he made her laugh. She liked even more when he did it on purpose.

She stepped into the bath after him, facing him, and slotted her legs to either side of his as she sunk down into the water. "Ahhhh... I'm going to miss baths like this when I'm back at sea," she sighed out, luxuriating in the heat that seeped into muscle and bone.

It wasn't all she was going to miss, though she wouldn't make the mistake of saying it again.

"But I wouldn't trade it. You make sure you have lots of good, hot baths for me in that new place of yours, alright?" She flicked a tiny splash of water at him that didn't even make it all the way across the tub.

[xiaolintease]

The water sloshed a little as she got in, and he shifted his legs closer together when it became clear how she was intending to sit.

Back on the sea. Right. This wasn’t something they were going to be doing regularly. Somehow, his mind had ventured into ‘I could get used to this’ territory, knowing he’d have a safe place to live, vaguely imagining if she came with him. But no. She was setting sail tomorrow and that was it. And he didn’t even want to spend his life with somebody, anyway! Why invite that sort of vulnerability?

The water flick made him smirk. He nudged her hip with his foot beneath the water in return. “I’m gonna have one every damn night.”

He wiggled his shoulders to get comfier, then leaned his head back against the edge of the tub, eyes closed. A long sigh escaped him as the heat eased through his body.

[xiaolintease]

“And let the bath go cold?” he said scornfully. Were they gonna… bathe together? Or was this gonna be a ‘take it in turns’ sort of thing. Of course, they been as close as physically possible and naked together, but something fairly innocent like a bath felt like a step in a whole different direction. Vulnerable. Soft.

She rubbed his leg and he blushed, pleased she was facing the other way so she wouldn’t see it. “No big deal.” His voice was gruff and he finished off the braid, then tossed it playfully over her shoulder. “Voila. No wet hair in the bath.”

[rrdcafterdark]

She wrapped the braid into a coiled bun and used the extra length of sash to tie it off, letting the fabric dangle down her back. "Hope you don't mind your sash getting wet. I'll hang it by the fire when we're done."

Would he even wear it much after tonight? It was strikingly piratey attire, and she was sure he'd want to downplay his prior career when attempting to purchase a new home and place of business.

So much that she knew about him was about to be gone. But amazingly, she'd also learned so much that wouldn't change at all.

Smiling softly, she glanced over her shoulder. If they ever met again, would she even recognize him anymore? Would he recognize her?

"Come on," she said, then got up and held her hand out to him. "No sense in fighting over who gets the warmer bath."

[xiaolintease]

Man, that look was so soft. A little smile over her shoulder at him, eyes gentle, fond... he wasn't used to that. It made his heart and stomach do weird things, not altogether pleasant or unpleasant. How the hell was he supposed to feel?! She'd muddled him up so damn much.

Well, she had a point, and there was something gross about getting into a bath that another person had just finished using without changing the water. Not that it was much different from sharing, in reality, but it felt different. So he pushed the bedsheets off himself and took her hand, getting to his feet. He faked a dramatic stagger, gripping her hand tighter to 'steady' himself. At least that way, the hand-holding didn't seem all soft and vulnerable.

"Woahhhh, all that sex and rum has gone straight to my head," he played, lurching sideways again and almost pulling her over. Smirking at his own stupid antics, he quickly slipped into the bath, sucking in a breath through his teeth at the heat of it. Oh, but that felt good on the muscles.

[xiaolintease]

He thought it'd be pretty obvious, what he was intending to do. He'd done it plenty of times on the island. Perhaps the rum was making her slower, or maybe she'd forgotten after a month apart.

"What's it look like I'm doing?" With hands much gentler than his words, he gathered her hair back, combed his fingers through it a time or two to neaten it out, then set to plaiting it. His movements were easy, practiced, but not rushed. He had no need to speed this along.

[rrdcafterdark]

"I don't know, I thought you might surprise me with a back massage," she quipped.

Why did this gentle act she'd experienced multiple times make her want to cry tonight? His fingers in her hair, his touch soft and practiced. He had sisters, in Brazil. She wondered if any of them were still alive, if there was any way to find them.

For a moment, she almost asked what their names were, but just because he'd finally shared where he was from didn't mean he wanted to share anymore than that. Instead, she reach back to rest a hand on his leg, rubbing gently through the sheet. "Thank you."

[xiaolintease]

“And let the bath go cold?” he said scornfully. Were they gonna… bathe together? Or was this gonna be a ‘take it in turns’ sort of thing. Of course, they been as close as physically possible and naked together, but something fairly innocent like a bath felt like a step in a whole different direction. Vulnerable. Soft.

She rubbed his leg and he blushed, pleased she was facing the other way so she wouldn’t see it. “No big deal.” His voice was gruff and he finished off the braid, then tossed it playfully over her shoulder. “Voila. No wet hair in the bath.”

[xiaolintease]

Once she’d let him go, he covered himself more completely with his sheets. He wasn’t bashful about his torso, but there was something vulnerable about a stranger walking in on him naked, especially when he was already emotionally raw.

Wait, why was he emotionally raw?! Fuck that. He wasn’t. It was just the rum. And he was tired.

Once the tub was filled and he and Rapunzel were alone once more, he watched her remove her (his) shirt, watched her hair ripple down her back, took in the tuck of her waist and the curve of her hips and thighs. She mused about getting her hair wet and he rolled his eyes. He grabbed his sash from one of the bedside drawers where he’d stashed it after getting ready for her visit. It was too much fabric to make a good hair tie, but it was thin enough that it would do the job.

“C’mere,” he said, gesturing for her to sit on the bed between his legs.

[rrdcafterdark]

Giving him a bemused look, she did as he bid. At first she'd intended to face him, but where he'd patted...

Wondering what he had in mind, she sat with her back to him. "What are you doing?" she wondered softly. Her hands rested in her lap, fiddling gently with her fingers.

[xiaolintease]

He thought it'd be pretty obvious, what he was intending to do. He'd done it plenty of times on the island. Perhaps the rum was making her slower, or maybe she'd forgotten after a month apart.

"What's it look like I'm doing?" With hands much gentler than his words, he gathered her hair back, combed his fingers through it a time or two to neaten it out, then set to plaiting it. His movements were easy, practiced, but not rushed. He had no need to speed this along.

[xiaolintease]

He swallowed as she kissed down his arm and then sucked. That would be another mark. At this rate, not a single part of his body would be left unscathed. Good.

Oh… His wrists were scarred from manacles, one of them branded, too. Nobody had ever kissed there before. He’d never let anybody this close, in fact. He swallowed, wrist jerking a little, but he didn’t try to pull away. It felt good! It was just… strange. She wasn’t biting hard enough to leave a mark, and he wasn’t sure if he was grateful or disappointed. He held her thigh tighter, and—

Knock knock.

It was a very polite knock at the door, and Rai figured it must be the bath. He cleared his throat. “Bath time.”

[rrdcafterdark]

Right. She'd been anticipating that knock. This had just been to... pass the time. Yeah.

"Good. You've gotten me all sticky," she murmured, and released his hand.

Checking that he was good and covered, she made her way to the door and opened it. "Thanks so much, I know it's a little late."

"Not at all! If someone's up, service is available," the young woman said.

A wooden tub and several kettles of water -- some steaming hot, some cool, to balance the temperature -- were brought in. The bath was set up near the fire, and Rapunzel fetched a few shillings to press into the young woman's hand -- one for the bath, and one for a tip -- before closing and bolting the door behind her.

"That looks heavenly," she mused as she pulled the shirt she was wearing off and casting it aside. As her long hair touched her back, she made a face. "I'd rather not get my hair wet, though. Guess I ought to be careful."

[xiaolintease]

Once she’d let him go, he covered himself more completely with his sheets. He wasn’t bashful about his torso, but there was something vulnerable about a stranger walking in on him naked, especially when he was already emotionally raw.

Wait, why was he emotionally raw?! Fuck that. He wasn’t. It was just the rum. And he was tired.

Once the tub was filled and he and Rapunzel were alone once more, he watched her remove her (his) shirt, watched her hair ripple down her back, took in the tuck of her waist and the curve of her hips and thighs. She mused about getting her hair wet and he rolled his eyes. He grabbed his sash from one of the bedside drawers where he’d stashed it after getting ready for her visit. It was too much fabric to make a good hair tie, but it was thin enough that it would do the job.

“C’mere,” he said, gesturing for her to sit on the bed between his legs.

[xiaolintease]

“You asked,” he argued. Ahh, but there she went, kissing the actual spot that had hurt. He sighed and closed his eyes, his head leaning back ever so slightly. So simple, but still good, and sparking little pulses of pleasure in the wake of her lips. She moved up his chest and he reached out to rest his palm on her thigh, fingertips creeping beneath the hem of the shirt.

[rrdcafterdark]

It was very fun that they could still get up to pleasure, even while relaxing and recharging from the last time. His touch was electric, sending tingles all along her skin.

She reached his shoulder and kissed down his arm, each press of her lips slow. She worked her way along the this skin of his inner arm, sucking a mark just below his elbow, then continued, even more slowly, before placing a hot kiss on his inner wrist, teeth grazing the skin. And though she held he back of his hand in hers, she was careful not to retrain.

[xiaolintease]

He swallowed as she kissed down his arm and then sucked. That would be another mark. At this rate, not a single part of his body would be left unscathed. Good.

Oh… His wrists were scarred from manacles, one of them branded, too. Nobody had ever kissed there before. He’d never let anybody this close, in fact. He swallowed, wrist jerking a little, but he didn’t try to pull away. It felt good! It was just… strange. She wasn’t biting hard enough to leave a mark, and he wasn’t sure if he was grateful or disappointed. He held her thigh tighter, and—

Knock knock.

It was a very polite knock at the door, and Rai figured it must be the bath. He cleared his throat. “Bath time.”

[xiaolintease]

He liked that she kept arguing, kept finding rebuttals and challenging everything he said. It made it so much more fun! She kept him on his toes. “Did I say that?” Of course he still loved seeing her legs. They were amazing. All slender and strong and sexy as fuck.

Oh, she was actually gonna do this? He fought back a grin in favour of putting on a grimace, like he was still in pain. “Here…” He waved his palm over the entirety of his abdomen and chest. Heh. Worth a shot, right?

[rrdcafterdark]

There, she barked a laugh. "My aim is much better than that. I didn't land all the way on top of you."

But that didn't stop her from coming closer and placing a kiss over his solar plexus, where she knew she'd gotten him, then a few in that same general vicinity to be safe, then began a slow trail up his chest to his shoulder.

[xiaolintease]

“You asked,” he argued. Ahh, but there she went, kissing the actual spot that had hurt. He sighed and closed his eyes, his head leaning back ever so slightly. So simple, but still good, and sparking little pulses of pleasure in the wake of her lips. She moved up his chest and he reached out to rest his palm on her thigh, fingertips creeping beneath the hem of the shirt.

[xiaolintease]

“You shouldn’t have made the deal if you felt that way,” he grouched back, rolling his eyes. A big, strong man? Well, he liked that, at least, and grinned at the opposite wall, turned away from her so she didn’t see. Heh. Mmm, and if he could score some kisses out of this, he’d be happy. “Well, you did it. You gotta fix it. And one kiss isn’t gonna cut it.”

He sat up straighter and finally looked at her again, eyebrows raised. “Hard to get decent when my clothes are stolen,” he pointed out dryly, reaching out the pluck at the fabric of the shirt. He snatched up a woollen blanket that had been draped along the foot of the bed and bunched it up over his hips. He’d stand up in a minute and hang it round his waist like a towel. No way was he bothering getting dressed only to immediately get undressed again.

[rrdcafterdark]

"Trousers exist," she mused. As if she'd bothered to put trousers on to find service. No, she'd gone for the larger shirt, so she'd be better covered. "Besides, you can't pretend like you've suddenly stopped liking seeing my legs."

Multiple kisses, huh? She smirked over at him. Boy, did she have his number. "Tell me where it hurts, and I'll get started."

[xiaolintease]

He liked that she kept arguing, kept finding rebuttals and challenging everything he said. It made it so much more fun! She kept him on his toes. “Did I say that?” Of course he still loved seeing her legs. They were amazing. All slender and strong and sexy as fuck.

Oh, she was actually gonna do this? He fought back a grin in favour of putting on a grimace, like he was still in pain. “Here…” He waved his palm over the entirety of his abdomen and chest. Heh. Worth a shot, right?

[xiaolintease]

It wasn't true sleep, not really, but he was certainly dozing and pretty much unaware of what was going on around him. So when she leapt on him, it was a total surprise.

He yelped as her elbow dug into that spot just below his ribs, winding him, and arched upwards, holding his arms over his stomach with an exaggerated wince. "You... tryna... kill me?" he huffed out as soon as he was able to take a breath. He glared at her, but dammit, there she was in his shirt which was far too big for her, and she was laughing and beaming at him and he just... he couldn't be mad. Even if it had hurt.

"You break your word... and I get punished?" he grouched, turning away too late to hide his little smile.

[rrdcafterdark]

"It shouldn't have been left to me to keep you awake. You're a big, strong man, you could have at least sat up," she teased back. And then, she pouted cutely and leaned in. "Do you need a healing? Need me to kiss it better?" she asked.

He was adorable, even grouchy. Annoying as hell, as always, but she could see the other things. That little smile, the glint of amusement in his glaring eyes. There was something sexy about his ire, too. She wish she had more time with him to enjoy it.

"Bath's on the way up, if you want to be at all decent when they get here. I recommend more than a sash around the waist."

[xiaolintease]

“You shouldn’t have made the deal if you felt that way,” he grouched back, rolling his eyes. A big, strong man? Well, he liked that, at least, and grinned at the opposite wall, turned away from her so she didn’t see. Heh. Mmm, and if he could score some kisses out of this, he’d be happy. “Well, you did it. You gotta fix it. And one kiss isn’t gonna cut it.”

He sat up straighter and finally looked at her again, eyebrows raised. “Hard to get decent when my clothes are stolen,” he pointed out dryly, reaching out the pluck at the fabric of the shirt. He snatched up a woollen blanket that had been draped along the foot of the bed and bunched it up over his hips. He’d stand up in a minute and hang it round his waist like a towel. No way was he bothering getting dressed only to immediately get undressed again.

[xiaolintease]

A bath. Huh. That might be a good idea. She was all sticky, after all, and he wasn't faring much better. The water would help to rejuvenate them, and relax muscles that had been overworked.

His train of thought screeched to a halt when her lips met his. He hadn't been expecting that, not only because his eyes still refused to open. He managed to kiss her back a little regardless, leaning ever-so-slightly closer, letting out the tiniest little hum of appreciation.

And there she went, getting out of bed. He could feel the shift in the mattress. He sighed and finally peeked his eye open to look over at her. She was wearing his shirt! His heart began to thud all over again. Why should that matter? It was just fabric. It didn't mean anything. But God, the way it skirted her mid-thighs, the sleeves too long, the fact that he knew she was literally wrapped up in the scent of him, and she'd chosen to do that... fuck.

When she was gone, he let out a long groan. Get a fucking grip, Pedrosa. He wanted to roll over and run his hands down his face and grumble at the ceiling, but oh, his limbs were so heavy, his body so reluctant to move. He didn't even remember closing his eyes again, but they were certainly closed now.

Within minutes, he'd drifted off, breathing slow, face pressed into the pillow.

[rrdcafterdark]

It didn't take long to find someone -- the daughter of the innkeepers, she imagined -- and ask for a bath to be brought to his room for them. And yet, despite the brief time, he was asleep when she got back. Scoffing, she tried to decide the best way to wake him: Dagger to the throat? Hit him with a pillow? Kiss him awake? Hell, if he hadn't just orgasmed so hard it made him fall asleep, she'd consider fucking him awake!

Instead, she went for something much more childish. She ran across the room and took a flying leap onto the bad, half landing on him and likely hitting him in the solar plexus at the same time. "You told me not to let you fall asleep!" she laughed. "Making me break my word the minute my back is turned? What kind of proprietor will you be?"

[xiaolintease]

It wasn't true sleep, not really, but he was certainly dozing and pretty much unaware of what was going on around him. So when she leapt on him, it was a total surprise.

He yelped as her elbow dug into that spot just below his ribs, winding him, and arched upwards, holding his arms over his stomach with an exaggerated wince. "You... tryna... kill me?" he huffed out as soon as he was able to take a breath. He glared at her, but dammit, there she was in his shirt which was far too big for her, and she was laughing and beaming at him and he just... he couldn't be mad. Even if it had hurt.

"You break your word... and I get punished?" he grouched, turning away too late to hide his little smile.

[xiaolintease]

God, he was exhausted. It hadn't even been particularly intense activity-wise, but it had been wildly intense on an emotional level. That was something he wasn't used to in the slightest.

He lay there quietly, eyes closed, cheek smushed into the pillow, as his breathing and heart rate gradually began to slow down. This would be a longer recovery, he was pretty sure and honestly? Right now, his body wasn't interested in keeping this up all night. But his mind sure was. He just needed a rest, that was all. His body would reset, and she was bound to do something sexy, intentionally or not, that would snap him right back into the mood.

"Don't let me fall asleep," he eventually mumbled, already looking half out of it. These beds were pretty damn comfy. He'd be able to buy the comfiest bed in the world for his new home whenever he found somewhere to settle. The thought filled him with warmth.

[rrdcafterdark]

"Deal," she smiled, and was glad in the moment that his eyes weren't open, because she knew she was smiling at him with the softest, most affectionate smile. The kind of smile that would make him groan and rub his hand down his face and tell her to stop. "It's not that late, I'll call for a bath. That'll wake us back up," she suggested.

They should probably also lay off the rum for a bit, not because being sober would make it better but because it was likely to make them sleepier.

She sat up, but before doing anything else she leaned over and kissed him softly, those full lips slightly swollen with all the kissing they'd been doing. He was wildly attractive, even while sleepy. Oh, how she was going to miss him.

Swallowing, she got up and found her shirt, then paused and grabbed his instead. It was larger, more covering, and while it would still be scandalous for her to parade around an in wearing nothing but an oversized shirt, what did she care about her reputation? She was a pirate.

Buttoning it up, she threw him a cheerful, "Be right back! Don't fall asleep!" and headed down to request the bath.

[xiaolintease]

A bath. Huh. That might be a good idea. She was all sticky, after all, and he wasn't faring much better. The water would help to rejuvenate them, and relax muscles that had been overworked.

His train of thought screeched to a halt when her lips met his. He hadn't been expecting that, not only because his eyes still refused to open. He managed to kiss her back a little regardless, leaning ever-so-slightly closer, letting out the tiniest little hum of appreciation.

And there she went, getting out of bed. He could feel the shift in the mattress. He sighed and finally peeked his eye open to look over at her. She was wearing his shirt! His heart began to thud all over again. Why should that matter? It was just fabric. It didn't mean anything. But God, the way it skirted her mid-thighs, the sleeves too long, the fact that he knew she was literally wrapped up in the scent of him, and she'd chosen to do that... fuck.

When she was gone, he let out a long groan. Get a fucking grip, Pedrosa. He wanted to roll over and run his hands down his face and grumble at the ceiling, but oh, his limbs were so heavy, his body so reluctant to move. He didn't even remember closing his eyes again, but they were certainly closed now.

Within minutes, he'd drifted off, breathing slow, face pressed into the pillow.

[xiaolintease]

He felt boneless. His breathing didn’t seem to want to even begin slowing down, and his muscles certainly weren’t going to be doing their jobs yet. So he lay there, absolutely basking in the afterglow, face half-pressed into the pillow. It would be so easy to fall asleep right here and now, but no way. He wasn’t wasting their last night.

Her question had him huffing in amusement. “Ask me again… in ten minutes,” he breathed, not opening his eyes or moving at all. Not yet. He’d definitely need a good while to recover this time. What were they going to do while they waited?

[rrdcafterdark]

"Oh, thank fuck," she huffed a laugh of her own. "I don't think I could move right now if you paid me a king's ransom."

What even had that been, anyway?! It hadn't been particularly wild or fast, like they usually went at it. It had been much gentler and more sincere. How was it that sex with him was always the best time to be had?

She really was going to miss him. Recalling how he'd reacted when she'd accidentally told him that, she managed to crack an eye open now. He hadn't kicked her out or stopped the sex, and he looked incredibly, gorgeously satisfied at the moment. Maybe he just hadn't wanted things to get sappy.

But they'd gotten pretty sappy there, from where she was standing. And she hadn't minded a bit.

[xiaolintease]

God, he was exhausted. It hadn't even been particularly intense activity-wise, but it had been wildly intense on an emotional level. That was something he wasn't used to in the slightest.

He lay there quietly, eyes closed, cheek smushed into the pillow, as his breathing and heart rate gradually began to slow down. This would be a longer recovery, he was pretty sure and honestly? Right now, his body wasn't interested in keeping this up all night. But his mind sure was. He just needed a rest, that was all. His body would reset, and she was bound to do something sexy, intentionally or not, that would snap him right back into the mood.

"Don't let me fall asleep," he eventually mumbled, already looking half out of it. These beds were pretty damn comfy. He'd be able to buy the comfiest bed in the world for his new home whenever he found somewhere to settle. The thought filled him with warmth.

[xiaolintease]

Fuck! She was suddenly crying out and grabbing him so much tighter. He shuddered against her. Her orgasm drew him in closer, her pussy squeezing so deliciously around him that he threw back his head and moaned out her name.

A few more thrusts and he finally remembered to pull out of her before he came too, his jaw clenched with restraint. He took his shaft in his hand; it twitched and jumped as he spilled out on her abdomen. His eyes screwed shut and he let out another low moan as the ecstasy overtook him. With a few final strokes, he released her hand and slumped onto his side, breathing heavily, jaw hanging lax. Blood pounded in his ears, his heart beat wildly in his chest, and every muscle felt like jelly. Wow.

[rrdcafterdark]

Fuck, had her name ever sounded better?! He didn't use it often, as it was, but like this?! If she wasn't so overcome and exhausted by her own orgasm, she definitely would have reacted somehow. She wasn't sure how but... she couldn't just ignore her.

When he flopped down, she wanted to look at him, reach for him, but her eyes wouldn't open and her arms and hands wouldn't respond for several euphoric seconds as she felt her ragged breathing and wild heartbeat and listened to the blood rushing in her ears.

Finally, finally, she managed a smile and a breathy, "Still wanna keep going tonight?"

[xiaolintease]

He felt boneless. His breathing didn’t seem to want to even begin slowing down, and his muscles certainly weren’t going to be doing their jobs yet. So he lay there, absolutely basking in the afterglow, face half-pressed into the pillow. It would be so easy to fall asleep right here and now, but no way. He wasn’t wasting their last night.

Her question had him huffing in amusement. “Ask me again… in ten minutes,” he breathed, not opening his eyes or moving at all. Not yet. He’d definitely need a good while to recover this time. What were they going to do while they waited?

[xiaolintease]

Fuck, was it good. He hadn't realised that slower, gentler sex could feel just as amazing as harder and fiercer sex. With her, right how, he was so lost in pleasure that he couldn't even compare the two. She was always the best sex he'd ever had, every single time. She probably always would be.

He could hear her pleasure on every single exhale now and there was nothing more satisfying. She gripped at his hair and he kissed her hard in response, sucking fiercely at her lip and pulling it with him as he drew back. "Soon," he murmured, voice gruff and a little strained with exertion and pleasure. This was bliss. His muscles were tightening, heat flooding through him like molten lava, every single nerve so attuned to her that it was almost completely overwhelming.

Pressing her hand harder into the mattress, he leaned down and bit her neck, once, twice, and sucked the third time.

[rrdcafterdark]

God, she didn't want this to end, but they also had all night, and unless he changed his mind about it, she intended to use that night up entirely. She couldn't get enough of him, even as she knew she wouldn't last much longer.

His murmur was so sexy, so entrancing, so satisfying. That he was feeling like this because of her would always be a pleasant memory. "Yes..." she breathed in agreement. She'd be done soon, too, her body being drawn taut, ready to be plucked like a fiddle string.

And then he bit and started sucking another mark into her skin, and it was so unexpected that it pushed her right over the edge. With a strangled cry, every muscle tensed. She held onto his hand and hair tighter, gripped her leg around him, arched her neck back as she moaned her pleasure to the ceiling.

[xiaolintease]

Fuck! She was suddenly crying out and grabbing him so much tighter. He shuddered against her. Her orgasm drew him in closer, her pussy squeezing so deliciously around him that he threw back his head and moaned out her name.

A few more thrusts and he finally remembered to pull out of her before he came too, his jaw clenched with restraint. He took his shaft in his hand; it twitched and jumped as he spilled out on her abdomen. His eyes screwed shut and he let out another low moan as the ecstasy overtook him. With a few final strokes, he released her hand and slumped onto his side, breathing heavily, jaw hanging lax. Blood pounded in his ears, his heart beat wildly in his chest, and every muscle felt like jelly. Wow.

[xiaolintease]

Oh, that kiss. That was something else. He sighed into her mouth and return it with the same eagerness and ferocity. Again, he grabbed one of her hands and pinned it, this time up and over her head. His hips rolled so smoothly, as if fucking her gently like this was his natural state.

His hand slipped back to her ass, pressing and gripping, fingertips running down the cleft.

“Sim,” he whispered, his head spinning, his heart pounding. Things were definitely building now. His breath kept catching, every push of his hips bringing a new wave of pleasure, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

[rrdcafterdark]

She held tightly to his hand from the start, this time, fingers laced and gripping. The pin sent a thrill through her, and ever exhale carried her voice with it, soft and breathy. Somehow, him opening up to her like that made him all the more wildly attractive, and pushed her noticeably closer to the edge.

The way he groped her, gripped her ass, made her moan out into the kiss. God, this was amazing. She might never have him again after tonight, but tonight was going to be treasured forever.

That whisper! Oh, and now she knew it was Brazilian Portuguese! She knew that about him! And the way his breath kept catching was hot as hell.

With her free hand, she grabbed his hair once more, giving him a small pull of encouragement. Of course she could be rougher -- had been multiple times before -- but right now, this time... just a little rough seemed the right way to go.

[xiaolintease]

Fuck, was it good. He hadn't realised that slower, gentler sex could feel just as amazing as harder and fiercer sex. With her, right how, he was so lost in pleasure that he couldn't even compare the two. She was always the best sex he'd ever had, every single time. She probably always would be.

He could hear her pleasure on every single exhale now and there was nothing more satisfying. She gripped at his hair and he kissed her hard in response, sucking fiercely at her lip and pulling it with him as he drew back. "Soon," he murmured, voice gruff and a little strained with exertion and pleasure. This was bliss. His muscles were tightening, heat flooding through him like molten lava, every single nerve so attuned to her that it was almost completely overwhelming.

Pressing her hand harder into the mattress, he leaned down and bit her neck, once, twice, and sucked the third time.

[xiaolintease]

He grinned at that and pressed his face into the side of her neck to hide the blush that crept onto his cheeks. She was full of praise for him today. He never took his hand away from her face, brushing a thumb across her cheekbone just once before he caught himself.

“I do now,” he muttered, amused. When had they gone from hurling insults at each other non-stop to this? He couldn’t even really pinpoint when the shift had happened. Her touch was so thorough and slow, like she was drinking in absolutely every inch of him.

He gripped her thigh, the one wrapped around his waist, and rocked against her a little faster, the pleasure building, heat flooding his body. “… it’s Portuguese,” he finally told her. “Brazilian.” There. Now she knew where he was from. She hadn’t asked, but he’d shared willingly, and that… concerned him. Why had he bothered?! Clearing his throat, he kissed her soundly, mostly to distract himself.

[rrdcafterdark]

He'd never nuzzled into her before. Not while awake, at least. And he'd done it repeatedly tonight. It made her heart hammer and ache and she wanted very much to keep the feeling. Nuzzling was a gesture of affection, one she didn't realize she'd been missing until now.

The grip and the increased speed made her moan out, but her breath caught when he told her willingly and with no prompting where he was from.

Brazil.

She'd read about Brazil. She'd sailed far enough south a time or two, mostly to rob slaving ships of their cargo and release the people back on their home shores, but had never spent any time there. Now she was picturing him in the shallows of the blue Atlantic that lapped at Brazil's shores, spear fishing. She imagined him soaking in the Brazilian sun, and feasting on coconuts that Brazilian vendors shucked for him in seconds.

Rai Pedrosa was Brazilian.

She kissed him fiercely, grateful for the revelation. She might never see him again, but now she had a more complete picture.

[xiaolintease]

Oh, that kiss. That was something else. He sighed into her mouth and return it with the same eagerness and ferocity. Again, he grabbed one of her hands and pinned it, this time up and over her head. His hips rolled so smoothly, as if fucking her gently like this was his natural state.

His hand slipped back to her ass, pressing and gripping, fingertips running down the cleft.

“Sim,” he whispered, his head spinning, his heart pounding. Things were definitely building now. His breath kept catching, every push of his hips bringing a new wave of pleasure, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.