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Shaky hands threaded into soft navy locks, their owner releasing a sigh against the flushed skin he was just marking.
“I take it that you like your present.” You hummed, giggling when Kaeya playfully bit on your collarbone. Gentle fingers tilted your face to face his, and soft lips descended on your waiting ones passionately.
“You spoil me too much, dear.” He hummed, looking down at your scantily clad form. The gentle icy blues complimenting your skin beautifully and the little embroidered cecilias on your panties and bra adding an undeniable elegance to it. “You pull my colors off better than I do.” He rolled his thumb over a lace-covered nipple appreciatively and you arched your chest towards him.
“Lying to me so casually.” You tsked even though you sounded breathless, the bluenette over you snickering against your collarbone. “You’d look mouth-watering in this set.” you admitted shamelessly, giving a tug to his hair in your grip. He groaned softly and locked gazes with you.
“My, don’t you have interesting fantasies, love.” He smirked at you. “Won’t you feel bad if I end up looking better in it than you?”
“Oh I’m sure you’ll compensate my wounded ego sufficiently.”
“And that I will.” He mumbled, pushing you down on the mattress and kneeled between your legs, wrapping them around his slim waist. “But let’s pick up where you’re the one making me lose my mind, mhm?” He leaned down and your giggles were silenced by his soft kiss.
You broke apart, cooing at how he chased after your lips but you had to ask “So you’ll do it?” and had to contain your excited wiggling when he laughed and said “I’ll think about it.” Before promptly kissing you again and making you lose yourself in him and his touch.
“Focus on me now, pretty girl.”
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That was 2 weeks ago and you found yourself remembering it on your way back home from work, a pleasant shiver running down your spine from the recollection of said night. Of course most nights spent with Kaeya bring that out in you. As you cross the threshold, you wonder if he’s home. The lights are all out but he should be finished with his patrol shift.
In the process of untying your boots, you hear a noise coming from the bedroom. “Kaeya?” you call out, stepping out of your shoes and making your way towards the bedroom. “In here, love.” Comes Kaeya’s response and you grin, opening the door.
“If that was your attempt at being scary, you really sucked you know, you could have at least made some prop-“ you stop as you enter the room, hand still on the doorknob in shock.
Here Kaeya was, on your bed, posing like some sort of model, wearing the lingerie set you had worn for him 2 weeks ago, the icy blue lace artfully hugging his hips and his chest, the little embroidered cecilias growing tantalizingly along his pecs, his nipples… his half hard cock, his balls…
You were right. He looked mouthwatering.
“Surprise sweetheart.” He sat up, his arms holding him up. “I can promise you, I look much better up close.” He smirked at you and for the nth time since meeting him you praised whoever Archon was responsible for sculpting this man to existence.
“Is that a statement you’re confident in? Maybe looking too close will ruin my image of you right now.” You said, sounding bored, your fingers slowly undoing your top. His gaze immediately followed your fingers with interest and you preened at how the prettiest man you know wants to see you naked.
“But looking closer might give you a new perspective.” He leaned back down, his weight supported by his forearms now. “I had it tailor-made, you know? Took me so much time, don’t you want to see it?” He nearly purred and then spread his legs invitingly for you to join him.
You know, like the whore he is.
You can’t say you don’t enjoy his shamelessness. Or the way he’s so unabashed in showing you how much he wants you. You want him just the same if not more. But this game you have? To see whoever cracks first? It’s its own kind of addicting.
You let your top fall to the floor and your pants are next, all the while staring at him. Your whole body itches for you to just pounce on him but the time for that will come. Soon.
“Can’t say you’re wrong there.” You sighed out, finally matching him in his state of undress. You slowly walk to the bed. “Guess I’ll find out.” You shrugged your shoulder and smirked back at him and crawled up the bed and over him.
He reached out for your waist and you slapped them away “Uh uh.” You tutted “No touching till I say so.” The answering whine made you giggle and shake your head.
“I’ve dressed up this pretty for you and you won’t even touch me.” He said accusatory, his hands fidgeting with the sheets in an effort to hold himself back.
“Oh I plan to touch you all over.” You stated firmly, straddling his hips decidedly, both of you groaning at the friction. You placed your hands on his hips, slowly running them up his torso, your fingertips teased by the lace of his bralette. “Beautiful.” You breathed out, relishing in the (momentary) pink of his cheeks. It always quickly turns into a smirk. He knows he looks good.
“Cost me a pretty penny. Tailoring isn’t cheap.” You hummed appreciatively at his words, leaning down to mouth kisses from his neck down to his pecs. “So someone else saw you in this?” you asked, swirling your tongue over a particular spot on his neck. You felt hungry for his skin.
“Just took measurements, I didn’t try it.” He sighed out, his hands gripping the sheets and body arching towards you, your mouth. “And they missed this sight? Poor them, they must be crying.” You mumbled against his chest and grinned at his answering chuckle, pressing a kiss over his heart.
“It was your surprise, I couldn’t just give them this privilege.”
“And what a privilege it is.” You sighed out, leaning back up to gaze down at him, taking his gorgeous form in. “You look delicious.” You cooed, leaning down to playfully bite at his collarbone, feeling the vibrations of his laugh. You leaned back up with a grin “So so pretty.” You praised, running your hands down his torso.
“You can touch me now.” You giggled when his hands immediately reached for your waist, pressing you against him, the feel of his erection against you making your already dizzy head dizier. “Are you done making me wait too?” he ended his sentence with a whine and a buck of his hips making both of you groan.
“What do you want pretty boy?” you asked him with a smirk, rolling your hips into his, your soaked panties further staining his.
“Want-“
“Ride me.”
You grinned at him “A man that knows what he wants.” You teased, leaning down to brush your lips with his, your breaths fanning between you, both of your hips still enrolled in their own little dance.
“I want to ruin your pretty panties first though.” You smirked at him, your hips pressing firmer against his, grinding harder. He gripped your hips and groaned, throwing his head back. “Baby… “ he whined and you licked your lips. If he started whining, that means he’s close to his breaking point.
Just a little more. Just a little more and he’ll be putty under your hands.
You shushed him softly, gently pressing your lips to his and kissing him deeply, grinding your hips against him with more fervor. He whined mindless protests against your lips but his hips were following the lead your own were making and his hands pulled you closer.
Your underwear was a soaked mess, his not fairing much better. It almost felt like there were no barriers between you although the fabric occasionally provided delicious friction to your clit. Your cunt was aching for him to be inside you already but you couldn’t give up the chance that he’d beg you to.
Your lips moved together hungrily but your pretty boy broke the kiss to mouth at your neck. “You’ll make me go insane.” He panted, hugging your body firmly against his and grinding up against you needily. “Baby…” he grunted, looking up at you pleadingly “Please.”
Your cunt clenched and you internally gasped with delight. Finally.
“Please what?” you grasped his chin with your hand. His cheeks tinged pink and you wanted to scream again.
“Please. Ride me.” He breathed out.
“Good boy.” You mumbled before crashing your lips to his passionately and blindly reaching between you to roll his panties down and push yours to the side. You pumped him in your hand a few times, swallowing his moans in your kiss, before lining him up with your entrance.
With no hesitation you lowered yourself down, the pair of you letting out mutual groans as you took him to the base, his hands gripping your waist. This feeling of being full, of being stuffed with him set your senses alight, your heart sang with it and if you were feeling more romantic you’d say that you could hear his own sing the same tune.
“You’re so good, so warm.” He slurred, gasping as you brought yourself up, only his tip inside before letting yourself fall back down with force. You kept up this pace, your thighs straining with it but Kaeya’s hands on your waist helped ground you. A symphony of sounds was heard throughout the room, your moans, the panting, the wet squelching sounds of your coupling. It drove you higher and higher, your peak feeling just out of reach.
“So… deep… “ you breathed out, reaching for one of his hands to place on your stomach, hoping he could feel how deeply he reached within you with each thrust. By the way he groaned and his breath hitched, you guessed he could feel it, his warm hand splayed on your tummy possessively.
“So good for me, baby.” He moaned out, sitting up suddenly and changing the angle, hitting a delicious spot within you, making your head throw back with a needy moan. “Made for me.” He whispered against your shoulder, your bodies brushing together hotly with each bounce.
“Yours.” You mumbled drunkenly, wrapping your hands around his neck “As you are mine.” you threaded a hand in his hair, tugging it and kissing the groan out of his mouth. You could feel him twitching inside you, his release as imminent as yours.
“Cum for me, my love.” You spoke against his lips, feeling the vibrations of his whine against them “Let go for me, I got you.” You whispered, giving one last tug at his hair, your breath hitching when you feel him still under you. With one, two, three more thrusts of your hips, he released a full body shudder and a guttural groan, his hands squeezing your waist. The look of bliss on his face coupled with the feeling of him cumming inside you triggered your own release, your cries being mixed with his own as you both rode out your highs, hips lazily rocking together.
Once you caught your breath, you looked down at him, you found him already grinning up at you, his sole periwinkle eye looking softly at you. With a matching grin you met him in the middle, connecting your lips.
“So I should wear this more often?”