AVERT YER EYES

@xiaolintease

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

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Well, they'd established it wasn't off the table for either of them. Awesome! So for now, he eased off, pressing one last kiss to her neck before drawing back. "Aight, linda."

He took their plates from the coffee table, headed to the kitchen, and dumped them in the dishwasher. Then he downed a glass of water before filling up another and bringing it back out to Rapunzel. "Best water in Rio," he announced and held the glass out to her with a kind of flourish.

Maybe he should be embarrassed or sheepish or something about walking around totally naked in front of her, but he didn't care. He had nothing to hide, and she'd had nothing but praise for him so far.

A little, "Thanks," escaped her as he gathered up the dishes, even though it wasn't as if he expected her to do the dishes for him. Still, she didn't like for things not to be clean. It made her uneasy. That felt like it was bound to come up in the future.

But she watched him go, admiring his figure as he did, even craning her neck to keep watching the movement of his muscles as he walked. He was so gorgeous, and she desperately wanted to draw him, live and in front of her, instead of from memory.

As he returned with the water, she sat up so she could take the glass and drink, grinning at his presentation, and after a long pull, she leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Thanks. Hey, what are the rules of having visitors at your practices? And, more importantly, would you mind if I came to a practice of yours? I kinda wanna get some life drawings while you're in motion and there's not a huge crowd jostling me, or high stakes of an actual game. Match."

Visitors? Huh.

Usually, that sort of thing was reserved for family, wives, long-term girlfriends. Not best friends who you'd been on four dates with. Still, he liked the thought of her watching him while he worked so hard at training. While he thought, he settled on the sofa beside her, leaning back and getting comfortable once more.

"... I'll speak to our coach," he offered in the end, giving her a crooked smile. "And, hey, if not, I'll kick a ball around outside for you." It wasn't as if he couldn't practice his footwork at home, too.

#My Every Thought Is of This Being True #rrdcafterdark

“As am I. Truly, I had made it months ago. I just hadn’t asked it.”

He’d been lost to her for a long time, now, and he did not mind at all. Initially, he’d been afraid - he’d seen what the loss of his father had done to his mother, and he did not wish to invite that sort of attachment and pain onto himself. But surely the love and joy he felt with Rapunzel now was worth it?

She sounded so tired and content, and her fingers sifting through his hair was so very soothing. He smiled against her skin and snuggled down, arm around her, cheek pressed against her breasts like a pillow. “I love you,” he murmured, voice low and warm. “Get some sleep, sweetheart.”

Months ago. Yes. She had been his longer than she had realized, and once she had realized, there had been nothing for it, but to wait things out. What a funny turn life took, that he should be the north star for her heart, the guiding light that brought her home.

Another deep inhale and exhale, and she murmured a soft, "Yes." A long pause, and then, "I love you, too," as her sleepy brain realized she had not said it yet.

Gradually, her fingers slowed in his hair, and then stilled entirely, though her hand did not leave his head, as sleep claimed her at last.

She relaxed beneath him and her fingers moved more and more slowly in his hair. When they finally stopped and her breathing had softened, he knew she had finally fallen asleep. Good. She deserves a good, restful night's sleep.

He himself had already slept for a couple of hours tonight before she'd woken him and so, though he was worn out from their activities, sleep was slower to catch up to him. He lay there, drawing back ever so slightly so that he could look at her in the dim light. For once, his brain was quiet, nothing at all except thinking over and over again of how incredible she was.

Amazing, amazing, amazing. He stared at the ceiling in wonderment at his luck, then gazed back at her. Her long lashes rested against her cheeks, the little freckles still decipherable in the dark, the complete lack of tension on her face. Funny - when the Queen had announced Rapunzel the Sun of the Ton, he hadn't cared. He had barely noticed, too focused on his sisters. But then she'd crept into his life, through his mama and siblings. And then she'd found him in the stable, kept his deepest secret, and their lives had been interwoven ever since. He could never have imagined the turn his life would take.

He was the luckiest man in the world.

Heart swelling with adoration, he snuggled closer once more with his head pillow on her stomach. The last thing he remembered thinking before he fell asleep was that he had never been so comfortable in his life.

#Teach Me To Be More Adaptive #rrdcafterdark

He grinned as she reached for him. What a wonder, to be so wanted. He hadn’t realised just how much he enjoyed simple proximity, to be cuddled close. It was not becoming of a gentleman to ‘cuddle’. And yet, when she looked at him this way, and it felt so wonderful, how could he resist?

He dropped the cloth aside and gathered the blankets, drawing them over Rapunzel before snuggling beneath them himself. He shifted closer in her arms, sighing out long and low in satisfaction and comfort and contentment.

“It is fine,” he assured her. “I can feel it. The wound is unharmed. The muscles and skin around it are slightly irritated, perhaps, but that is likely simply because they have been so coddled. Do not worry.” He leaned in to press his lips to her cheek, then her temple. He shifted onto his good side, facing her, and slipped his bad arm around her, fingers trailing absently along her side.

Yes, now she felt complete. Giving him a broad, sleepy smile, she allowed her eyes to close fully, and exhaled a long, low sigh. This was bliss, heaven. How could something so wonderful be considered wrong?

"Very well, I shall not for now," she murmured, well aware of how sleepy her voice was. Determined to not fall asleep promptly, she began sifting her fingers through his hair, resting her other hand on his arm. "Mmm... I adore you, querido. I am so pleased the promise has at last been made."

“As am I. Truly, I had made it months ago. I just hadn’t asked it.”

He’d been lost to her for a long time, now, and he did not mind at all. Initially, he’d been afraid - he’d seen what the loss of his father had done to his mother, and he did not wish to invite that sort of attachment and pain onto himself. But surely the love and joy he felt with Rapunzel now was worth it?

She sounded so tired and content, and her fingers sifting through his hair was so very soothing. He smiled against her skin and snuggled down, arm around her, cheek pressed against her breasts like a pillow. “I love you,” he murmured, voice low and warm. “Get some sleep, sweetheart.”

#teach me to be more adaptive #rrdcafterdark

Her yawn was simply adorable. Why should an ordinary bodily function make him feel so fond? He didn't have the energy to question it just now and simply shifted to the edge of the bed. Oh, he hoped the apothecary would be able to help. Surely there was some sort of herb or medicine that either of them could take that would ensure they had nothing to worry about?

He made his way over to her basin, pouring water from the jug and dipping a wash cloth in. Once it was damp, he cleaned himself up, rinsed the cloth, then returned to her side. She was beautiful lying there on the tangle of bed sheets, skin flushed and dewy, eyes half-closed, a look of total satisfaction on her face.

Gazing adoringly, he sat beside her and gently swept the washcloth over her legs and centre, cleaning away her wetness, his seed, their sweat. "Comfortable, querida?" he murmured.

The drag of the cool cloth against her flushed skin was heaven, and she sighed out in satisfaction. Even on such a chill night, it felt good to be cooled like this after so vigorous an activity.

"I could be a bit more comfortable," she confessed impishly, and opened her arms to him. This would be their first time sleeping side by side without an injury to be overly concerned about. However, he had rested his weight on that shoulder more than once, and that was a little concerning. "How is your shoulder, darling? The doctor said that this was one of the forbidden activities until you had recovered, but I am afraid I am very selfish when it comes to you..."

He grinned as she reached for him. What a wonder, to be so wanted. He hadn’t realised just how much he enjoyed simple proximity, to be cuddled close. It was not becoming of a gentleman to ‘cuddle’. And yet, when she looked at him this way, and it felt so wonderful, how could he resist?

He dropped the cloth aside and gathered the blankets, drawing them over Rapunzel before snuggling beneath them himself. He shifted closer in her arms, sighing out long and low in satisfaction and comfort and contentment.

“It is fine,” he assured her. “I can feel it. The wound is unharmed. The muscles and skin around it are slightly irritated, perhaps, but that is likely simply because they have been so coddled. Do not worry.” He leaned in to press his lips to her cheek, then her temple. He shifted onto his good side, facing her, and slipped his bad arm around her, fingers trailing absently along her side.

#teach me to be more adaptive #rrdcafterdark

He was quiet for a while, feeling the slight ache of the muscles in his lower body, and a very faint strain in his shoulder. It was alarming, really, how quickly he became out of shape after only a week or so of limited activity. Ah, but he was far too blissful to worry about that just now.

He lay there against her, tucking his face into her neck, savouring her scent - their scent - and the gentle press of her chest against his as she breathed. And then she spoke, excitement and joy clear in her voice, and he could not help but grin, drawing back to look at her before turning his attention to the ring. It really did suit her nicely. The gem glistened in the lamplight the same way her eyes did, like sunlight shining through leaves.

"That we are. I thought I was supposed to have tired you out of this excitement?" he played. Finally, he pecked her lips and drew back properly to stretch, bones clicking satisfyingly as he did so. "Mmm... and I made a mess of you, my love. I apologise, I did not move in time. Let me clean it up."

She felt utterly blissful, floating on a sea of contentment. The way he smiled at her now spoke of just how happy he was with the situation.

"I will tire soon," she assured him. "I dare say, you will become accustomed to my habits, and I yours." She watched him stretch appreciatively, her fingers itching for her sketchbook once more, before a great yawn escaped her. "There, you see?" she giggled softly. But she blushed a bit at his apology. "It is alright, love. I do not mind. Though I will appreciate being cleaned. I must go to the apothecary, so that we need not worry so. I am certain they will have a means to prevent us from accidentally having a child."

She settled against the pillows, the energy ebbing out of her bit by bit. She was comfortable and worn and oh so happy.

Her yawn was simply adorable. Why should an ordinary bodily function make him feel so fond? He didn't have the energy to question it just now and simply shifted to the edge of the bed. Oh, he hoped the apothecary would be able to help. Surely there was some sort of herb or medicine that either of them could take that would ensure they had nothing to worry about?

He made his way over to her basin, pouring water from the jug and dipping a wash cloth in. Once it was damp, he cleaned himself up, rinsed the cloth, then returned to her side. She was beautiful lying there on the tangle of bed sheets, skin flushed and dewy, eyes half-closed, a look of total satisfaction on her face.

Gazing adoringly, he sat beside her and gently swept the washcloth over her legs and centre, cleaning away her wetness, his seed, their sweat. "Comfortable, querida?" he murmured.

#Teach Me To Be More Adaptive #rrdcafterdark

"You shall not be forced to do a thing, my love," he growled. No ifs, ands, or buts. He had beaten the Duke to a pulp, and he would not hesitate to do so to anybody else who attempted to treat Rapunzel that way. Or, in fact, any woman in his presence.

Of course she would have questions, even after that. She had such a curious, intelligent mind, and he was not at all surprised that she had picked up on something new. How to explain...? It was exceedingly hard to focus when his mind was drifting in bliss and her fingers were raking so gorgeously through his hair. He could feel her heart thrumming against his own, almost as if the two were having their own separate conversation.

"It is not. ... it is an expletive," he told her, still a little breathless. "But also a noun. What we just did... and what we did in the barn. Intercourse. That is... fucking. Though it is most ungentlemanly of me to say," he added and drew back just enough to give her a little roguish smirk. "I fear I am a very bad influence upon you, Miss Solaris."

An expletive. For all that Madame Gothel did in that house, for as terribly as she treated her in the end, she never used expletives, considering them far too low-brow to be uttered. She did not want Rapunzel to know language like that.

Rapunzel smiled, learning her first expletive. "If it is ungentlemanly of you," she breathed, "it must be even less ladylike for me. And yet I find myself looking forward to using it. A bad influence, indeed!" She pressed her lips to his briefly, a crooked smile on her lips.

For a minute or two, she floated in bliss, eyes half-closing as she continued to finger-comb his hair. He had come in here tonight to spend their last hour together before bed, and had ended up proposing! They had been intimate together -- fucked -- because she had been unable to sleep in her excitement. She imagined she would be able to sleep well now!

"Darling, we are engaged at last!" She pulled her hand from his hair and moved it to where she could see the gem glistening in the lamplight, so pretty and perfect on her finger.

He was quiet for a while, feeling the slight ache of the muscles in his lower body, and a very faint strain in his shoulder. It was alarming, really, how quickly he became out of shape after only a week or so of limited activity. Ah, but he was far too blissful to worry about that just now.

He lay there against her, tucking his face into her neck, savouring her scent - their scent - and the gentle press of her chest against his as she breathed. And then she spoke, excitement and joy clear in her voice, and he could not help but grin, drawing back to look at her before turning his attention to the ring. It really did suit her nicely. The gem glistened in the lamplight the same way her eyes did, like sunlight shining through leaves.

"That we are. I thought I was supposed to have tired you out of this excitement?" he played. Finally, he pecked her lips and drew back properly to stretch, bones clicking satisfyingly as he did so. "Mmm... and I made a mess of you, my love. I apologise, I did not move in time. Let me clean it up."

#Teach Me To Be More Adaptive #rrdcafterdark

She squeezed around his length and he gasped out at the delicious sensation, the trace of a moan in his voice. He kept moving, movement somewhat stilted at both the change in sensation and the pleasure rushing through him, so hard and fast that he was dizzy with it. His pleasure only increased as she bit hard at his shoulder and whimpered. That combination had his own pleasure cresting.

He barely pulled out in time, releasing the moment he was no longer inside her, spilling against her thigh despite his best efforts. "Fuck," he whispered through gritted teeth, his eyes screwed shut with the immense pleasure. Every muscle was tense and trembling. His heart continued to race, his chest heaving, and he pressed down against her, unable to hold up all his weight any longer. He pressed his face against the curve between her neck and shoulder as he finally relaxed, and blissful euphoria settled over him like a blanket.

There was that word again! She would certainly have to ask its meaning, once she had caught her breath!

But for now, she held him tightly as her body came down from the exquisite high he had pushed her into. She could feel his seed against her thigh, and her curiosity piqued. She wanted to examine it, see what it was like to handle, but she wasn't exactly in a position to do that just now.

Raking her fingers though his hair, she felt her heart still pounding in her chest, and listened to their mingling harsh breathing.

"I cannot imagine being forced to do this with someone I do not love," she murmured. "And I cannot fathom loving someone and not wishing to engage in this."

She pressed a kiss to his ear and smiled. "What does that mean?" she wondered. "'Fuck.' You said it twice. It does not sound like Portuguese."

"You shall not be forced to do a thing, my love," he growled. No ifs, ands, or buts. He had beaten the Duke to a pulp, and he would not hesitate to do so to anybody else who attempted to treat Rapunzel that way. Or, in fact, any woman in his presence.

Of course she would have questions, even after that. She had such a curious, intelligent mind, and he was not at all surprised that she had picked up on something new. How to explain...? It was exceedingly hard to focus when his mind was drifting in bliss and her fingers were raking so gorgeously through his hair. He could feel her heart thrumming against his own, almost as if the two were having their own separate conversation.

"It is not. ... it is an expletive," he told her, still a little breathless. "But also a noun. What we just did... and what we did in the barn. Intercourse. That is... fucking. Though it is most ungentlemanly of me to say," he added and drew back just enough to give her a little roguish smirk. "I fear I am a very bad influence upon you, Miss Solaris."

#Teach Me To Be More Adaptive #rrdcafterdark

Her sound! She had sounded so incredible tonight - he would have a plethora of noises to choose from in the fantasies he would inevitably be having until they got to be like this together again. For a moment, he missed her legs around him, his waist strangely cold in her absence. Oh, but then she was pushing up into him, making each thrust deeper, harder, their hips meeting with a muffled wet slap that was absolute heaven.

As she gasped, he pressed forward, muffling her voice with his kiss. "Shh," he whispered. "I know, darling, shh..." Oh, but he could not blame her. It was only his experience preventing him from becoming too loud, himself. It took a tremendous amount of willpower not to come apart right then. No. He would not leave her unsatisfied.

With a slight tug at her hair, hips never letting up, he tilted his head downwards to bite sharply at her neck once more. He wished very much to leave a mark but resisted the urge for the sake of propriety, settling instead of leaving another sharp bite just below her jaw.

Oh oh oh! That bite! If it was not for him silencing her mere moments before, she would surly have yelped in the pleasure-pain and also in her pinnacle suddenly crashing through, rushing through her blood like a torrent of lava, lifting her up and exploding inside her! She clung even tighter to him, holding on as though for dear life, though this hardly felt like dying!

She had a last thought for him before the overwhelming sensation completely overtook her, and sunk her teeth into his shoulder, whimpering against his skin as she did.

She squeezed around his length and he gasped out at the delicious sensation, the trace of a moan in his voice. He kept moving, movement somewhat stilted at both the change in sensation and the pleasure rushing through him, so hard and fast that he was dizzy with it. His pleasure only increased as she bit hard at his shoulder and whimpered. That combination had his own pleasure cresting.

He barely pulled out in time, releasing the moment he was no longer inside her, spilling against her thigh despite his best efforts. "Fuck," he whispered through gritted teeth, his eyes screwed shut with the immense pleasure. Every muscle was tense and trembling. His heart continued to race, his chest heaving, and he pressed down against her, unable to hold up all his weight any longer. He pressed his face against the curve between her neck and shoulder as he finally relaxed, and blissful euphoria settled over him like a blanket.

#Teach Me To Be More Adaptive #rrdcafterdark

Her arched back had her pressing up against him and he let out a sound somewhere between a grunt and a sigh of pleasure, pressing his hand against her lower back to encourage that press and keep her close. He rocked into her again and again, his breathing coming faster, harsher.

Soon? He swallowed audibly and drew back to look at her, drinking in the look on her face, the blush on her cheeks, the pleasure in her eyes. "Me too," he murmured. He'd have to be careful to pull out in time, but he was determined to hold out until she had reached her pinnacle.

He kissed her hard, elbow braced beside her head and hand tangled in her hair. Without breaking the kiss, he adjusted the angle of his hips slightly so the base of his shaft would drag against that spot above her entrance with each push, keen to give her any additional stimulation he could.

Him too! Wonderful! Oh, she would need to go to the apothecary and soon, so that they need not worry so much!

Another muffled cry burst from her, directly into the kiss, directly into his mouth. He knew exactly what to do, all the time, and it was sending her careening through this glorious experience.

She unwrapped her legs and planted her heels on the bed, pushing up into him, meeting each thrust as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. "Yes, darling...!" she gasped, clinging tighter with her arms and hands in lieu of letting go with her legs. "Rai...!"

Almost! Any moment, now, and she would be finished!

Her sound! She had sounded so incredible tonight - he would have a plethora of noises to choose from in the fantasies he would inevitably be having until they got to be like this together again. For a moment, he missed her legs around him, his waist strangely cold in her absence. Oh, but then she was pushing up into him, making each thrust deeper, harder, their hips meeting with a muffled wet slap that was absolute heaven.

As she gasped, he pressed forward, muffling her voice with his kiss. "Shh," he whispered. "I know, darling, shh..." Oh, but he could not blame her. It was only his experience preventing him from becoming too loud, himself. It took a tremendous amount of willpower not to come apart right then. No. He would not leave her unsatisfied.

With a slight tug at her hair, hips never letting up, he tilted his head downwards to bite sharply at her neck once more. He wished very much to leave a mark but resisted the urge for the sake of propriety, settling instead of leaving another sharp bite just below her jaw.

#Teach Me To Be More Adaptive #rrdcafterdark

His mind narrowed completely. He could no longer spare a thought for their honeymoon or their wedding or anything at all except how they were together, here and now. The way she panted and smiled up at him had his heart seizing with adoration. She could not be any more wonderful. It simply wasn't possible. That she would tease and challenge him while also loving him and caring for him so thoroughly was complete perfection. He could not ask for more.

As she kissed his palm and thumb, he sighed out, dropping his head down to mouth along her clavicle, then nipped sharply at the hollow below her throat. His hips picked up the pace, pressing into her a little harder, a little faster, feeling the pleasure swelling inside him. Every nerve ending was alight.

There was something about the way he was looking at her now; she was not at all certain she had ever seen him looking quite like this. And yet she knew that expression, because she felt it upon her own face as she gazed up at him. He was everything. Her entire world.

He kept finding new and interesting places to bite, and it always took her by surprise. She gasped and arched her back as his teeth gripped and hips sped up, and she knew that she would not last much longer.

"Rai...!" she gasped. "Soon..." Her cheeks burned to say it out loud. Perhaps that would fade with time, but she sincerely hoped this feeling did not. She wanted to feel this way about him always, to want him so ardently.

Her arched back had her pressing up against him and he let out a sound somewhere between a grunt and a sigh of pleasure, pressing his hand against her lower back to encourage that press and keep her close. He rocked into her again and again, his breathing coming faster, harsher.

Soon? He swallowed audibly and drew back to look at her, drinking in the look on her face, the blush on her cheeks, the pleasure in her eyes. "Me too," he murmured. He'd have to be careful to pull out in time, but he was determined to hold out until she had reached her pinnacle.

He kissed her hard, elbow braced beside her head and hand tangled in her hair. Without breaking the kiss, he adjusted the angle of his hips slightly so the base of his shaft would drag against that spot above her entrance with each push, keen to give her any additional stimulation he could.

#Teach Me To Be More Adaptive #rrdcafterdark

The combined pleasure of her scratching him and whimpering had him moaning softly against her neck. But then there she went, gripping his rear, pushing him against her harder every time he moved, and his breath caught, the tiniest whine in the back of his throat. He couldn't help a harsh bite against her pulse point.

She wanted to try everything? He sniffed a laugh, but it was short lived, with the way her breathing changed, the way she groaned, the constant press of their hips. He gripped her rear, her breast, then cupped her face. "The problem is..." he breathed. "I cannot imagine myself angry with you. Perhaps... we should both need to be angry... at an external force..."

That harsh bite had her pressing her mouth against his skin so that the cry that followed was somewhat muffled. Goodness, but biting did so much for her!

He gripped her all over, and she adored his hand seeking to land on every bit of her body until it ended oh so sweetly at her face. Her eyes twinkled up at him, even as her open, panting mouth smiled. "I was thinking... precisely the same..."

She adored how he sounded right now, all breathless and wanting, filled to the brim with the same desire, the same love, she felt. Turning her head, she kissed his palm, then the pad of his thumb.

His mind narrowed completely. He could no longer spare a thought for their honeymoon or their wedding or anything at all except how they were together, here and now. The way she panted and smiled up at him had his heart seizing with adoration. She could not be any more wonderful. It simply wasn't possible. That she would tease and challenge him while also loving him and caring for him so thoroughly was complete perfection. He could not ask for more.

As she kissed his palm and thumb, he sighed out, dropping his head down to mouth along her clavicle, then nipped sharply at the hollow below her throat. His hips picked up the pace, pressing into her a little harder, a little faster, feeling the pleasure swelling inside him. Every nerve ending was alight.

#Teach Me To Be More Adaptive #rrdcafterdark

He never stopped moving his hips. Being inside her like this, so deep, surrounding by warmth and wetness and her? It felt so good. How could something simple feel so good? How did many couples only deign to do this for reasons of procreation? Surely this desire, this pleasure, this feeling, was more than enough to warrant doing this as much as possible. Especially with how she was panting and holding him and gazing at him.

He blushed hotly at her compliment, ducking his head with a small grin. Goodness. She always spoke highly of him, but somehow, he still was not used to this. Not even slightly. "You're... one to talk," he murmured out in return, smirking as he mimicked her words. Another kiss to her lips, and then he pulled away - dragging her lower lip with his teeth as he did so - and ducked his head to mouth along her neck.

She blushed at his return compliment, smiling at how they just kept repeating one another. It showed her how synchronized they were in heart and mind. They felt so similarly about so many things.

She whimpered as he dragged her lip, then sighed out pleasurably as lips and teeth and tongue scored along her neck. She scratched down his back, recalling mid-way to make it harder, skipping the bit where her own legs were, then grabbed his rear and tugged him against her a little harder with each thrust.

"I want to try this every way with you," she whimpered. "I shall even try... in anger to... see if I like it." Her breathing was picking up, and she bit her lip, groaning.

The combined pleasure of her scratching him and whimpering had him moaning softly against her neck. But then there she went, gripping his rear, pushing him against her harder every time he moved, and his breath caught, the tiniest whine in the back of his throat. He couldn't help a harsh bite against her pulse point.

She wanted to try everything? He sniffed a laugh, but it was short lived, with the way her breathing changed, the way she groaned, the constant press of their hips. He gripped her rear, her breast, then cupped her face. "The problem is..." he breathed. "I cannot imagine myself angry with you. Perhaps... we should both need to be angry... at an external force..."

#Teach Me To Be More Adaptive #rrdcafterdark

The noise she made against his neck made him laugh. Was she trying to scold him? It certainly wasn’t a moan. He’d been too loud just then, but he was hardly in the mind to care just now. How could he possibly care about anything at all except for he and Rapunzel, together this way?

Fuck! She moaned too loudly as well! He groaned softly into the kiss, completely and utterly enamoured by her and the way she reacted to everything he was doing. “Shh, darling,” he purred, voice laced with arousal and amusement. They were just as bad as one another, weren’t they?

He sucked her tongue into his mouth. A hand dropped down to her thigh, stroking up the expanse of smooth skin where it curled around his waist. His other braced against the pillow beside her head; he drew back from the kiss and gazed at her through half-lidded eyes, hair falling forward and brushing her forehead as his hips pressed over and over in that delicious rhythm.

"You're... one... to talk," she panted, grinning briefly. And then he was kissing her again, sucking on her tongue and stroking her leg as though... she did not even know what to compare it to! Only that there was both reverence and desire in his touch, leaving a burning wake branding her skin with his fingerprints.

She gazed up at him. The way his hair fell, it brought scattered, moving, dappled light on his forehead and across his eyes from the single lamp, which he had lit when she had woken him up. It was a dazzling sight, and it made her heart thrum, her desire winding tighter and tighter as he thrust into her again and again.

"Gorgeous..." she whispered, utterly enamored by the sight of him. "... Linda demais."

He never stopped moving his hips. Being inside her like this, so deep, surrounding by warmth and wetness and her? It felt so good. How could something simple feel so good? How did many couples only deign to do this for reasons of procreation? Surely this desire, this pleasure, this feeling, was more than enough to warrant doing this as much as possible. Especially with how she was panting and holding him and gazing at him.

He blushed hotly at her compliment, ducking his head with a small grin. Goodness. She always spoke highly of him, but somehow, he still was not used to this. Not even slightly. "You're... one to talk," he murmured out in return, smirking as he mimicked her words. Another kiss to her lips, and then he pulled away - dragging her lower lip with his teeth as he did so - and ducked his head to mouth along her neck.

#Teach Me To Be More Adaptive #rrdcafterdark

She pulled hard, not so much so that it hurt, but enough to tug his head back. He moaned, then louder as she bit his throat. It was too loud. Fuck. He could hardly help it, though, between the inferno between their hips, her hand in his hair, her teeth at his neck! His pleasure was mounting now, every nerve alive and blazing, his entire body flushed with heat and pleasure and need. He would not last much longer at this rate.

"Do not do anything I wish of you," he protested gently, cupping the back of her head to encourage her biting. "Do not neglect your own needs or comfort for the sake of... ahhh... my whims."

Still, he could not speak for long and focused instead on pushing deep inside her, as deep as he could. That wet slapping sound only spurred him on. Again, he reached down to rub just above her opening and kissed her harder, messier, tongue accidentally brushing over her chin as it searched for hers.

God, that moan! She wanted to hear it again and again and again! And yet she was aware how loud it was, and she blushed deeply, hoping no one would wake. He'd shushed her for less in the stables. She attempted to shush him now, but with her grip on his skin with her teeth, it came out more like a slobbery hiss.

She let go as soon as he told her not to do anything for his whims. "I shall try for your whims," she whispered against his hot skin. "To see if I do not hate it."

But he began to rub her again and she felt like a hypocrite, because a moan exploded from her throat, muffled too late by his desperate kiss.

The noise she made against his neck made him laugh. Was she trying to scold him? It certainly wasn’t a moan. He’d been too loud just then, but he was hardly in the mind to care just now. How could he possibly care about anything at all except for he and Rapunzel, together this way?

Fuck! She moaned too loudly as well! He groaned softly into the kiss, completely and utterly enamoured by her and the way she reacted to everything he was doing. “Shh, darling,” he purred, voice laced with arousal and amusement. They were just as bad as one another, weren’t they?

He sucked her tongue into his mouth. A hand dropped down to her thigh, stroking up the expanse of smooth skin where it curled around his waist. His other braced against the pillow beside her head; he drew back from the kiss and gazed at her through half-lidded eyes, hair falling forward and brushing her forehead as his hips pressed over and over in that delicious rhythm.

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Oh Rai. Had he ever heard such a dizzying, mouth-watering sound as her moaning or whining out his name the way she did? As if he were her doom and her saviour all at once. How was he to be head of a household and do anything productive with his day when they could be doing this?!

And imagine the honeymoon. Completely private. Completely free. All the time in the world together, just the two of them. Part of him wished he'd proposed sooner - a larger part of him was so overjoyed with how things had worked out that he could not bear to think of it any other way. The good and the bad together had all led to this.

She moaned into the kiss; he murmured in contentment in return, his face burning, thumb brushing her cheek before his hand slipped further back to tangle in her hair. Her moan mingling with the sound of their hips together may be his new favourite sound in the world. "You can pull my hair," he told her in a breathless whisper. "Should you wish."

He kissed her again, hard, hungry, messy, then broke off, breaths coming faster now. "I love you." He needed her to know that. He desired her so fiercely, felt intoxicated with the pleasure of the way they were together, but even more than all of that, he loved her.

It was a plain request, and though she hesitated to cause him any pain, he had reacted so beautifully to being scratched, even asking for more, and to being bitten, which she had not hesitated to do.

But more importantly, he always, always gave her the option. He never told her she must, or even directly asked for something. He laid out the option and said she could, if she liked. How could she not like to do something for him when he in no way made it feel like an obligation?

While she considered that, he claimed her lips in another all-consuming kiss, and her attention snapped there, then to the sound of his rapid breathing.

"I love you," she echoed, panted, and every word of it was true. And as though it were a reward for his sweet words and the freedoms he allowed her and the pleasure he was providing her, she pulled his hair, just as he suggested she might. A long, steady pull to the back of his head. "I shall do anything you wish of me, because I love you."

His head tilted back with the strength of her pull and, seeing his exposed throat, she bit again, giving him two pleasure pains at once.

She pulled hard, not so much so that it hurt, but enough to tug his head back. He moaned, then louder as she bit his throat. It was too loud. Fuck. He could hardly help it, though, between the inferno between their hips, her hand in his hair, her teeth at his neck! His pleasure was mounting now, every nerve alive and blazing, his entire body flushed with heat and pleasure and need. He would not last much longer at this rate.

"Do not do anything I wish of you," he protested gently, cupping the back of her head to encourage her biting. "Do not neglect your own needs or comfort for the sake of... ahhh... my whims."

Still, he could not speak for long and focused instead on pushing deep inside her, as deep as he could. That wet slapping sound only spurred him on. Again, he reached down to rub just above her opening and kissed her harder, messier, tongue accidentally brushing over her chin as it searched for hers.

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Her voice buzzed against his shoulder. He shivered delightedly. Fuck, how was it possible that he kept wanting to be closer to her, but couldn't? He shifted his grip on her hand, holding her fingers tighter, pressing her hand harder into the mattress.

His other hand reached around to press behind her hear. He pushed his palm up against her lower back, encouraging a slight tilt of her hips that allowed him to press deeper still; he groaned out for real, eyes screwed shut. Between this delicious depth, her teeth in his neck, and the sounds she was making, he could barely think straight.

He ducked his head, nudging his nose against her cheek until she turned her face towards him. And then he kissed her, hard, desperate, adoring. He finally released her hand and cradled her cheek instead.

His grip on her hand very nearly hurt, it was so strong, but she did not want to let go! And when he tilted her hips up, pressed even deeper, she whispered out, "Rai, oh Rai!" against his gorgeous skin. How did he keep making it better and better with every passing moment? Oh, but they needed to be quiet, and they were both failing at that!

His nuzzle was somehow so sweet amidst this heat and passion, and she could not help but turn to him and accept the kiss she knew was coming. Relief came to her hand when he let go, but that hand immediately moved to his hair, gripping as she moaned into the kiss.

He should be the end of her, in the very best way. This was her life, now, forever with him, and what a glorious life it would be! He had awakened something inside her, and she never wanted it to go back to sleep!

Oh Rai. Had he ever heard such a dizzying, mouth-watering sound as her moaning or whining out his name the way she did? As if he were her doom and her saviour all at once. How was he to be head of a household and do anything productive with his day when they could be doing this?!

And imagine the honeymoon. Completely private. Completely free. All the time in the world together, just the two of them. Part of him wished he'd proposed sooner - a larger part of him was so overjoyed with how things had worked out that he could not bear to think of it any other way. The good and the bad together had all led to this.

She moaned into the kiss; he murmured in contentment in return, his face burning, thumb brushing her cheek before his hand slipped further back to tangle in her hair. Her moan mingling with the sound of their hips together may be his new favourite sound in the world. "You can pull my hair," he told her in a breathless whisper. "Should you wish."

He kissed her again, hard, hungry, messy, then broke off, breaths coming faster now. "I love you." He needed her to know that. He desired her so fiercely, felt intoxicated with the pleasure of the way they were together, but even more than all of that, he loved her.

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"Not even that. Standing in a room alone and our eyes meeting." In the early days, it had felt almost as if he were spiralling into insanity, every movement and look from her impacting him so profoundly. He was jolted most pleasantly back into the present when she scratched down his back; he arched into her slightly, sighing out, his hips pressing faster for a few moments as if to encourage or reward her behaviour. The sounds that came from them with this speed and depth! He could quite literally feel his mouth watering.

His skin flushed hot as she cried out and had to cover her own mouth to stifle it. Oh, God and Heaven help him, this was so erotic, he could hardly stand it. Not just the physical pleasure of intercourse, but the emotional pleasure of hearing her cries and seeing her pleasure, the intimacy of being so close to her... His heart pounded in a way that had nothing to do with exertion.

Then she licked his neck. He sighed out, only for his breath to catch as her teeth sunk in, much harder than he'd expected of her. The knot in his stomach tightened. Every inch of him was hot with pleasure. He gripped her closer to him, as if she would be torn away from him if he didn't hold onto her. All the while, his hips never let up. "Ahh..."

God, he was moving faster and it was becoming more difficult to keep her voice down! She moaned against his shoulder, not yet releasing the grip of her jaw, and squeezed her legs around him, encouraging the speed.

And he moaned! That sound would play in her dreams, and keep her occupied in her slow hours!!

There was a sound between their hips, a slapping with every thrust, and it was driving her insane. She recognized this feeling, the building, the eagerness. She was not almost done, but she could see it coming now.

"Darling...!" she gasped, and bit again.

Her voice buzzed against his shoulder. He shivered delightedly. Fuck, how was it possible that he kept wanting to be closer to her, but couldn't? He shifted his grip on her hand, holding her fingers tighter, pressing her hand harder into the mattress.

His other hand reached around to press behind her hear. He pushed his palm up against her lower back, encouraging a slight tilt of her hips that allowed him to press deeper still; he groaned out for real, eyes screwed shut. Between this delicious depth, her teeth in his neck, and the sounds she was making, he could barely think straight.

He ducked his head, nudging his nose against her cheek until she turned her face towards him. And then he kissed her, hard, desperate, adoring. He finally released her hand and cradled her cheek instead.

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