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It's now been a few months after getting back together. Well... Again, you're still not sure if you really actually broke up in the first place. You talked a lot of things through, but that one blip in your relationship you've decided to leave alone for now. The only thing you really care about right now is that you're together and it's been going better.
So much better.
You both knew the arguments would come back after the first wave of being excited and silly in love little fools dissipated, but at least you had time to brace yourselves. Fighting again has become even more painful than it had before. Again, you realise that going through hardship doesn't make you stronger, but at least it helped with painstakingly reminding you each time that you don't want this to go south. It only sped up the process of you becoming overwhelmed and usually (but not always) Sollux is the one to catch onto where it's going and seeking distance. Sometimes even forcing you to distance, just for a bit. He always promises you it's just for a little bit, just to cool down.
And then afterwards the truly difficult part comes.
It's sitting down and talking through everything that happened. Why this argument started, why it escalated and finding solutions going forward. Sometimes it even ties back to past fights as well - a sign that you haven't found the right way to deal with that specific thing yet. It's exhausting and especially Sollux has a hard time being patient with the talks, but you know he tries his best. You have an easier time leading the conversation, while he has it easier finding the right time to get some distance when you know you're about to start yelling at eachother again.
It was especially difficult when this entire routine would repeat multiple times a week, wasting hours and hours on end. It was frustrating for the both of you and just as you started to honestly worry that this wasn't working out, that maybe it really wasn't meant to be, you realised that... It only happened once last week. And before you knew it, it became less frequent.
You had talked it all out, every possible angle, every perspective to everything. And by now you understood eachother perfectly; you knew what to look out for. What would provoke the other, what would be the wrong thing to say and do. You started working in sync, like a perfect system.
Sollux has started complimenting you more, in his own awkward way, and you started to seek more physical touch in silence. That way you were communicating exactly in the other one's language and calming eachother down when things got heated.
Even Karkat had to have noticed things starting to look up. You were practically all over eachother last time you hung out with their friend group; Sollux really took you wanting PDA to heart. And it helped you feel a sense of belonging. You finally knew your place in this dynamic and it was by Sollux's side. It made you open up and be relaxed and while at first you worried that was the wrong way to go about it, that it would only give the others ways to hurt you... it turns out it almost made you popular among their friends.
While you're still not completely sure if Sollux would actually survive one of those wild chaotic nights out with your friends, you can't help but feel curious enough to want to try it out someday soon...
Someday.
Because for now you have to catch up on something very specific. You both wanted to take things a little slower on the physical front, since your sex life had evolved into something so venomous towards the end of it that you wanted to make sure it wouldn't go straight back to being that way again. You had moments of want, where the lust was so tangible it was about to knock you out, but you knew you had to hold back. You were still in the middle of figuring things out between the two of you and you hadn't found the rhythm quite yet.
But now it's been actual weeks since your last fight (you can't believe that to actually be true, you keep having to count the days back, but it's true), and even that fight was barely a fight. It was a little hiccup, a few insults that were immediately taken back. Barely anything to write home about.
And you think you're ready now, and you feel Sollux to be ready too.
More than ready.
You've lost track of time by now, but you're pretty sure it's been hours. You're both at your place, naturally, in your bed that's sunbathed by the dusk peering through your windows. Sheets have been tossed around, your clothes scattered across the floor. Hair jumbled, makeup smudged, horns tangled.
Doing it again after so long has completely turned you two feral, but not feral enough to completely turn your brain off. You have one very specific goal that you keep on pursuing.
Sollux has been sprawled across your giant mattress, sunken into the pillows, the waning sunlight dancing across his bones, completely naked. You on the other hand still at least have your briefs on, which have been entirely stained by now, but you couldn't care less. You've been spoiling him endlessly, with your mouth and hands, making him come over and over again.
By this point he's an utter mess, but he's never been more beautiful to you. As your fingers thrust in and out of him in the exact same rhythm as your head bobs up and down to take in his entire length, he's making the absolute sweetest noises. It only spurs you on to go faster, to rub against the right spots inside of him, to flick your tongue just in the way you know he'll love.
And he really does; he's letting out those tender moans regularly, still not loud enough to satisfy you, but you know this is the most you can get out of him - you've been trying for literal hours now.
However, you now have the added benefit of getting to listen to his beautiful voice try to form words and each one of those only makes your own bulge throb desperately.
"Fffffuck, ED-" is the last thing he manages to get out until he eventually lets himself go, falling apart underneath you in the waves of his orgasm. You help him ride it out for as long as you can, until you notice the twitches he usually makes when he's getting overstimulated. That's when you let go, making sure to swallow the rest of his cum and even giving him the show of watching you sucking on your own fingers; those same ones that were buried deep in his nook just a moment ago. You savour the looks you get from him for that, but you know you're far from done with him.
For now you let him come down from his high, while passing the time with planting slow kisses across his body. You start at his pelvis and wander up to his hips, making sure to sometimes drag your tongue against his flesh. You take your sweet time kissing up his side, every now and then lightly sucking on his skin and getting a few sighs from him as a reward. A few more kisses along his chest and then one more lick up his throat as you feel him shiver. And you end the entire thing with kissing him on his very own lips, quickly realising that he still has more energy left in him than you thought he had.
Well, that's perfect then. You can't get enough of watching and listening to him come, and so you let your fingers wander back downwards to his bulge, while you're in the middle of getting to taste his own tongue with yours. As soon as your fingers find his dick once again you go back to wrapping them around his girth and slowly moving up and down, for now. But before you can actually get to quickening the pace you feel his hand grab your wrist and he breaks the kiss. You really wish you could stop what you're doing and attentively listen to him, but you instead have to find something else for your mouth to do. And so it wanders back to his neck to leave even more hickeys than you already have. Just to make sure everyone knows he's most definitely only yours.
His hand is persistent though. He's not letting you move one inch and that's when you finally have to relent and check his face to see what's wrong.
You don't think what you did was completely out of place... Right? No, he still looks pretty dazed and relaxed and oh so insanely gorgeous.
He finally answers your question, or at least attempts to. "What about you?"
"Hmmm?" You just hum and try once again to move your hand, but no dice. He's definitely using his psionics by now.
He has to catch his breath just for a little bit. "Aren't you about to fucking explode in your pants?"
That cracks you up and makes you chuckle. He definitely has a way with his words, especially when you're in the middle of sex. "Don't worry about it." You just want him right now. You want to celebrate having him back. Having him with you, underneath you, on you. You move in to continue kissing him, but he pushes you back by your chest.
"Christ, let me do something for a change. I'm not some pillow princess."
"You can be my pillow princess, I don't mind." And you try to move yet again, but nope. He's persistent and it's starting to frustrate you.
"C'mon Sol." You can't hide the disappointment in your voice.
He's definitely found his energy by now, because he quickly pushes you off, flips you over and now you're the one on your back with him sitting up and looking down at you. Except you're being held in place with his psionics at your wrists and ankles, because of course you're immediately trying to break free of his grasp, but as per usual you have to find out to your dismay that he still overpowers you. By using his stupid cheats.
Well, no use in fighting it, but you are frowning just a little bit.
"Don't get me wrong, getting sucked off for hours on end is actually fucking amazing and if I cared just a little less about you I definitely wouldn't have stopped you at all, but..."
He looks you over just a bit.
"I definitely want to return the favour by now."
Your expression changes to slight surprise. What exactly does he mean by that? You're both in agreement that you're quite... big. And that's why you've never expected him to actually blow you, especially since he's never done that before. You still don't expect him to do it now, but you can't help but have your mind jump to that conclusion first. Maybe he just wants to jerk you off? He's done that one before and you can't deny, that was already pretty fucking incredible already, so you're excited.
He slowly pulls down your underwear to finally free your bulge that's been trapped in there forever now and you can't help but give a sigh of relief when he does. It's throbbing and curling and just aching for attention; you quickly palming it through your clothes every once in a while was definitely not nearly enough to satisfy you.
Sollux has the tendency to stare at your dick and you love watching him as he does so. He's not really an expressive kinda guy, but after not having got the chance to fuck you in so long you can see the lust in his eyes, the way he has to chew on his bottom lip all nervously. And then he looks your entire body over. Once, twice,...
He keeps doing that, just silently staring at you. Does he think you're beautiful...? There's no way of knowing, but it doesn't stop you from wishing you could know what exactly he's thinking right now.
You know you're attractive as all hell; many people have confirmed that fact to you multiple times, but... Just the possibility of him thinking of you as being attractive is enough to send shivers up and down your spine - even your bulge is throbbing again at the thought.
Once the tension has built just enough, he situates himself between your legs, comfortably sits down and takes a hold of your bulge. Just the littlest of touch is enough for your hips to buck almost violently.
"Fuck- Sorry." You're embarrassed, but once you look back up at his face you only find adoration. He's truly just enjoying every second of this.
Maybe it's best to give in to the temptation and let him have his fun... Maybe you can completely let go for once and see if he likes it. Even when having something so vulnerable as soft loving sex as you do right now, you still have always had the urge to keep up the control. You've felt like so much could go wrong if you didn't, but... You've also noticed Sollux always getting all the more enthusiastic every time you slip up and let go too much. Maybe you're onto something there...
And so you close your eyes and really truly let go for once. Your back arches every single time to meet his hand getting to your shaft, you spread your legs just a little more, not having realised his psionics have long been gone and you could move freely once more. Even if you did, you really don't want to.
You're already panting and letting out happy sighs by the time he's worked the motions into a rhythm, but then he suddenly stops.
You immediately open back your eyes and perk up your head to see what's going on and-
Holy shit, he's actually doing it.
Your eyes widen and you're about to say something, but your words get stuck in your throat while a surprised moan takes over when you feel his lips around your tip.
Oh god, oh fuck. You're already about to come apart, just once more realising how insanely fucking long it's been since you've last received oral. You can't deny, it really is one of the best fucking feelings, even better than fucking Sollux into the mattress, which already is one of your favourite pastimes. You've just never wanted to pressure him into it; you were so sure he wasn't even interested, but now-
"Oh my god-" You manage to breathe out as he's making his way down your dick, his tongue pressing up against the underside just right to make your head spin. He goes down as far as he possibly can, which is already more than you ever thought he could take. You can tell his gag reflex is making him have to go back up, but he uses his hand for what he can't manage to reach. You're shivering by the time he settles into the rhythm of going down on you with his mouth, while his hand follows that exact movement to make up for the last few inches, then goes back up just enough that your bulge slips out of between his lips and he can give the tip one little flick of his wrist so his palm rubs against it and then immediately go back down, wrapping his perfect tender lips around your girth.
It feels so mind-numbingly good- where in the hell did he learn to do that? No matter, you just know that now you're in the position he was in just a few minutes ago. Just that you're definitely more vocal than he is. You tell yourself it's because you haven't been sucked off in fucking forever, but you know it's also partially due to you generally being the louder one between you two.
And so you keep communicating to Sollux how fucking amazing he's doing by moaning "Sol" over and over; gasping and breathing hard. You're usually so talkative, but you can't form the words anymore. You're mumbling things that don't make any sense anymore and it only gets worse the closer you get. The jolts of pleasure are making you shiver and twitch. You've completely lost control over your body by now and you know he loves that. The control freak, the eloquent professor, the bitch that just wont't shut up is melting underneath his touch and completely losing track of reality.
At some point you make the mistake of opening your eyes just enough to watch him go down on you, how concentrated he is on making you feel good and it's too much; it's sending you over the edge. You have to warn him somehow-
"Sol, fuck! I'm gonna- I'm-" You can't give him more than that, but you have this feeling he understood, because he's quickening the pace and sucking hard and your vision goes almost white while screaming his name through the entire house. Luckily you managed to catch a glimpse of him trying to take your load and watching how he chokes as you spill it all; how he has to move his mouth out of the way and cough while more is getting onto his face and you can't possibly believe how that - the absolutely hottest thing you've ever got to experience - is actually real.
You drown in the bliss with endless groans, throwing your head back and curving your spine, continuing to fuck his hand while he tries his best to keep it moving. Absolutely every fibre in your body is bathed in pleasure and your mind is blank. The serotonin is making you go absolutely stupid and you love it oh so much.
You definitely need a few minutes to come back down to reality from something like that. You've managed to notice him walk out of the room; not sure what for, but what you do know is that your own hand is back at your bulge, desperately needing another orgasm after something so fucking insane. You're still swimming in the mess of hormones, eyes closed and mentally gone in your own world. Your mind keeps repeating the same images over and over again, completely making you go wild. You're back to your incoherent mumbles and your needy moans, just needing another hit-
You suddenly feel another set of hands greedily grabbing at your thighs. You only gasp, but don't have the willpower to stop your own hand from moving up and down your length. The only thing that finally manages to block you from that is him using his psionics yet again. Your hands get pinned up to either side of your head; he's additionally using his own hands on your wrists and leans over you. You give a frustrated little grunt and open back your eyes to look up at him.
Ah, he must have gone to wash his face. Makes sense, you suppose. You try to study his expression to find out what he's got planned, but you can't find out anything. All you know is that you must look so stupid like this; so lost, so desperate and needy, but you think... You think he likes that?
He actually smirks at you. "You liked that?" His voice is low and he sounds so hot and it's only turning you on even more. You squirm underneath his grasp, but eventually settle on giving a weak nod, not risking your voice breaking by trying to talk.
The smirk only widens when he sees how he's completely broken you in the best way possible. "Lemme know how you like this then."
What does he mean by this? Is-
Oh god.
You feel his dick pushing up against your nook.
He still keeps his psionics up when moving one hand to help guide his bulge in, but you're pretty sure he doesn't need to hold you there. You're so definitely up for trying anything tonight. You're usually not one to take the dick (you despise the terms "bottom" and "submissive"); you actually have only let people do that to you a handful of times in your life and Sollux wasn't one of them so far. The times you did do that were okay, but not great. However, this time it's much different.
You trust Sollux. You love him. And you definitely wanna lean back and let him do the work this one time; especially since after that insane orgasm you just had you can barely do anything anymore. The factor that plays into you actually being excited this time is that you finally trust him enough to let your walls down. He gets to see all of you and you have no fear of him not liking it.
As you feel the warmth slowly filling you up inside you give a surprised gasp, which is immediately followed by a sigh. He sighs back at you and you get to watch his satisfied expression as he pushes all the way in already with the first thrust. You squeeze your eyes shut, just feeling a tiny bit uncomfortable by having to accommodate his size without getting the time to get used to it. No one ever said he was small - he most definitely isn't.
You're ready to take it in silence, but you realise he's stopped. You open your eyes to see what's going on and you find out he's been watching your expressions, apparently. You look confused.
"Sorry, definitely got carried away for a second." He mutters. He's apologising too, that one's rare. Yeah, that's...
That's the exact reason why this feels so right with Sollux. No one has ever cared so much about you and how you feel and if he keeps going like this he definitely gets to fuck you each and every night from now on. You'll fucking get on your knees and beg for it if you have to. All the cautious touches and movements and words just fill you with those pesky butterflies. You can't help but smile back at him and it makes him relax.
You finally manage to figure out how to talk again. "You're doin' amazin'. I just needed a sec, but I think I'm good. It's definitely your fault for havin' a huge dick, though." You give a grin of your own.
He snorts. "You're one to talk. But sure, I'll take the compliment. Just feel free to stop me if you don't like it, alright?" And he settles his face to be pressed against your neck when he pulls out and gives a light thrust back in.
Yeah, you're definitely not stopping him. His bulge is long and versatile enough to hit one very specific spot inside you and every time it rubs against it your head falls back with a startled moan. Sollux himself has a difficult time holding himself back as well. He can neither concentrate on his telekinetics, nor on holding back the needy grunts that are muffled against your skin. And exactly that gives you the perfect chance to have your hands wander along his arms, groping and grabbing at the barely existent muscles, going up to his shoulders and to his back. Then you push him closer while he keeps thrusting in and out of you and your bodies seem to melt together.
Feeling him so close is so addicting. He's all yours and you're all his and nothing will ever change that. He's your person, he's your partner, your boyfriend, your everything.
You notice moaning his name into his ear only motivates him to go harder, since that only makes you get louder. And when you get to hear his very own groans near yours, you just absolutely get addicted to it. You hold him close, feeling his everything as he slides back and forth, always sending that electricity through your body when he goes in all the way.
Giving up control just for once couldn't be more rewarding. Your hand found its way back to your bulge and just a few pumps is all it takes to amplify all the feelings a thousandfold. And that action seems to only turn him on more, because he's now leaned back just enough to be able to watch you while thoroughly fucking you with each thrust being harder than the last.
All of this; being safe, being watched, knowing your partner could never get enough of you even if they tried, knowing you're gorgeous and he's gorgeous and together you're perfect. It's all only getting you close so insanely fast, the side effect of that being that your nook keeps squeezing around his bulge. That only gets him going even faster, now starting to make those telltale moans where you know he's getting close as well. And that only gets you closer and closer.
You desperately try to let him know, but it's too late and soon enough you're yelling out his name and spilling all over your hand and yourself; your dick is throbbing in the same rhythm as your nook and only tightening a few more times is enough for you to get to watch Sollux frantically claw at the sheets, speeding up his tempo. More and more; the overstimulation makes it all feel a million times more intense when he eventually bucks his hips and presses all the way in as he's filling you up.
You can't lie, the feeling has you hooked.
As you both come back down from your incredible orgasms you're both breathing hard, foreheads touching. You manage to get one more weak kiss from him before he collapses next to you. That gives you the chance to immediately wrap your arms around him and cuddle up, ignoring the mess you've made.
Luckily, he doesn't care either. He just draws little circles on your back, sometimes going back to playing with the waves in your hair instead. You stay like this for a good while, just enjoying the closeness in silence, both knowing all of that had to be the best sex you've ever had. It's not necessarily what you did, though that was also crazy fucking good, but the added trust helped. The emotional connection. Knowing he's the one for you and you're the one for him and through hard work you've made this happen and no one can take that away from you.
You eventually lean up just a bit in order to look at his face with a lovestruck expression. He smirks back at you once he notices. You give his cheek one more slow kiss before murmuring a small "I love you" and getting an "I love you too" from him in return.
God.
Things really couldn't be more perfect between the two of you.
You can't actually believe you've really made it this far, but you also can't wait to see where this journey will continue to take you. Now that you finally get to enjoy your life in all of its colours and all of its glory.
You don't even know where to start with all that newly found zest for life.
Wait, no. You actually do.
"You wanna go get completely wasted with my friends comin' Friday?"
"Haven't done that in a while, but sure. If that's the only way for me to get to finally meet them then I'll do it."
You snort. "Don't worry, it feels great to turn your brain off every once in a while and just go apeshit."
"Well, now you got me curious to see you do that."
"Only if you get just as drunk."
"No fair, I won't remember anything."
"That's the idea. Plus I also get to feel you up all I want in public, 'cause no one cares."
"Ah, is that another trap just to fulfil one of your fetishes?"
"I swear it isn't! But it's definitely an added benefit."
He laughs. "Fine, fine. I wanna know what Serket has been up to these days anyway."
"Oh, she'll definitely tell you." You kiss his head another time. "Definitely wear those tight pants I love so much on you."
"Definitely need something that's grope-able. You want me to just skip the shirt and go bare-chested or is that too much?" He's obviously being sarcastic with the last bit, but you can't help but imagine that for a little bit too long.
And when he realises he breaks out in laughter. "Jesus Christ. It really doesn't need much to get you going, huh?"
You lightly smack his chest at that comment. "I can't fuckin' help it, you asshole! You know exactly how insanely horny I am for you."
He keeps snickering and just presses you back close to smooch your temple. "Yeah, I have a hunch." Then he looks directly at you. "I can't wait to meet your friends, though."
And you give him one of your most genuine smiles you have. "Me neither. I have a feelin' you'll get along just fine."
And you really do.