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“And remember to call me if there’s any problem.”
Belle sighed fondly at her older brother and nodded at his request. Ever since that event, Wise took it upon himself to protect her as much as possible, sometimes to his own detriment. And while she doubted he truly agreed with her partner of choice, he still respected her enough that he would never use her relationship against her. After all, between the two of them, Wise was the one walking on a tightrope. If any of Seth’s colleagues got wind of who Wise and Belle actually were, they’d be in deep, deep trouble. However, Seth was trustworthy and she knew that the Wolf Thiren would sooner bite his own tongue than reveal anything about either of them.
“Anyway, I won’t keep you here much longer.”
Her older brother looked up at the person waiting for her, and her heart skipped a beat. She’d met Lighter during a chase when a pickpocket had stolen her van keys. The biker had stepped in the thief’s way and knocked them off their feet, catching not only the keys but her heart as well. Ever since then, he’d become a regular in their little store, until the biker finally asked her out on a date. Wise took it upon himself to give Lighter the shovel talk as soon as he realized the biker’s affection, and despite being smaller than him, he’d managed to invoke enough fear in Lighter’s heart that the biker was nothing but the perfect gentleman with her.
Lighter nodded at Wise, silently greeting him, and handed Belle her own helmet – a small gift from Lighter from their first bike ride. She settled behind him on the biker’s seat and wrapped her arms around his torso, as Wise opened the door to their parking lot. Lighter started the engines and gave one last nod to the staring older brother, before driving off. Belle waved one of her hands, yelling ‘See you later’ and then they were off. The ride was every bit as thrilling as Belle could remember. The feeling of the warm, solid body against her, the vibrations of the bike, and the lights of the city flashing around her.
She held Lighter tightly, as she felt her troubles flying away. This was what she needed. The opportunity to unwind, to forget for a moment that she wasn’t a Proxy, that she had responsibilities in the shop… It was a moment where she could be just Belle, a young woman, who could have a good time with her boyfriend. She closed her eyes, lulled by the whisper of the wind, and her favorite teddy bear.
“Princess?”
She blinked slowly, realizing Lighter had stopped the bike in front of his apartment. She blushed but quickly got up from her seat, though not without giving Lighter her helmet. Her heart thudded in her chest, recalling the next step of their little ‘escapade’. She wasn’t all too sure what Wise thought of Lighter, but if he knew what was going to happen after their little ride, she was certain that not even ashes would remain.
Belle swallowed her saliva and slowly dragged Lighter inside the apartment building, her small hand disappearing in the leather glove. She knew the place by heart, she could probably find her way here with her eyes closed. Lighter trailed behind her, face softened by raw affection and sometimes looking down at their joined hands. They climbed the stairs, but not once did they part. As they reached the door, Lighter couldn’t resist, and wrapped her in a bear hug, pushing her gently against his chest, and his heart melted. She was so perfect, and he loved that he could lay his head on hers with ease. Belle chuckled and reminded him:
“I need your key, silly.”
Lighter hummed and unzipped one of his coat’s pockets, and then placed the aforementioned object in his girlfriend’s hand. Belle twisted the key in the lock, and with a satisfying ‘click’, the door was opened. She then headed inside, with Lighter grumbling as he had to break the hug. What pleased him on the other hand was that as soon as the door was closed, Belle stood on the tip of her toes and kissed him on the cheek. Before he could do the same, his heart got lodged in his throat as Belle undressed in front of him.
First, her shoes, then her socks, followed by her coat, her sweatshirt, her pants, until she stood in only her underwear. Her eyes twinkled mischievously, as she placed one hand against his abdomen. Then, as if his torso was a catwalk, her index and her major rose, one after the other, until they reached his scarf. It didn’t matter that he still wore his coat, it felt to him as if she’d touched bare skin. His breath was caught in his throat and his hands trembled at her side, not touching without her approval.
“P-Princess…”
“Ride me, Lighter. Ride me” she inched closer, her beautiful eyes sparkling with desire “like you do that bike.”
Belle could see nothing beyond the dark lenses, but she felt his burning stare through his glasses. He licked his lips, muttered “With pleasure”, and embraced her in a strong hold before he pressed his mouth against hers in a searing kiss. His tongue swiped against her bottom lip, begging for entrance, and Belle happily obliged, pressing herself tightly against the biker, vibrating in delight as the slick muscle invaded her mouth.
Thick leather then began to travel on her back, searching for her bra’s clasp. A pleased hum escaped from Lighter’s throat as he successfully managed to undo it with one hand, the other occupied with mapping Belle’s ass. Lighter broke the kiss, to Belle’s displeasure, and slowly backed away. Belle realized his intention and rolled her eyes at the pace, throwing her bra somewhere behind her. She’d find it later.
Lighter sucked in a breath and took hold of her small breasts, pressing her nipples against his covered palms. The contact was simply wondrous, and she felt electrified whenever the warm leather caressed her. She whined, grabbed his spiked shoulders as support, and raised her thigh against his clothed bulge. Lighter cursed under his breath and descended on her lips, trying to mask his groans. But the more she rubbed herself against him, the louder he became, and for a moment, she swore she could feel his dick twitch under the fabric.
Not to let her get the upper hand, one of Lighter’s gloves descended, slipped under her panties, and cupped her mound, knocking the wind out of her lungs. Belle whined in the kiss and felt part of her sanity leave her as the thick leather fried her nerves with lust and delight. With two erogenous zones so thoroughly stimulated, everything felt warmer, and her grip tightened on Lighter’s leather coat. She was melting in his embrace and oxygen was growing rarer in the hungry kiss. As Lighter finally broke the kiss, she inhaled as much air as she could . However, in doing so, everything became clearer and the leather cut right through her like a hot knife through butter.
“Ligh-Lighter!”
Her boyfriend knew what she needed. In an instant, he was on his knees, lowering her panties in the same motion, and he brought her wet mound to his burning lips. His two gloved thumbs parted her lips and his tongue slowly ascended on the sensitive flesh, encouraged by her beautiful moans. Guided by her voice, the moist muscle languidly traversed her flesh, before it lathered her clit thoroughly. It was so easy to make her sing. She danced to his rhythm, moaned in a symphony he loved ever since he first heard it, and trembled in the most lifelike representation of perfection. Her hands tangled in his hair, her face twisted with lovely tears and Lighter felt eternally grateful he was to the chosen one to gaze at this pure creature. But it wasn’t enough.
The hunger in his belly called for even more lust, even more luscious cries. His gloved finger slipped inside of her, but rather than seeking her vagina, he searched her g-Spot, curling his finger until he heard a broken sob of pleasure. Her body shuddered, and Lighter grinned inwardly, even as his cock pulsed even more against the fabric of his jeans. He wanted to fuck her so bad, it was almost painful now.
Lighter twirled his finger just right, and stars danced in front of Belle’s eyes. The seams in the glove scratched that particular itch perfectly, and the warm fabric set her ablaze right in front of him. She was being torn asunder and reformed every time Lighter licked her clit, and she whined when she heard Lighter swallow around her, reminding her of a parched traveler who finally found their oasis. Her body trembled and if it wasn’t for the firm grip Lighter had on her, she’d have lost her footing. Her fingers were tangled in his hair and she could hardly see anything in front of her .
The only things she could sense were where Lighter touched her. He’d become her anchor in that bleak world, the source of life and light as her surroundings dimmed. Her perfect knight in shining armor… And then, just as suddenly, everything came at her at once, dizzying her with the stark clarity of her surroundings, of the warm body against her, of the thick gloves that grounded her to the mortal realm, of the burning lips that took, took and took, until…
It felt like something was sucking every ounce of oxygen in her body, distilling her very soul into crystallized light, blinding her as she melted against Lighter. With a final sob, she spilled her release inside the eager Lighter, who licked and swallowed it all, until nothing remained.
Lighter was positively gone. The taste of her ecstasy assaulted his tongue with the strength of a million waves, and bliss resounded in his head like bells as she screamed in unadulterated pleasure. It felt as great as the first time, and for a moment, Lighter wondered if it was possible to come just from such a sight. Belle was cute, that went without saying, but right now, with her bare flesh revealed to him, beads of sweat rolling down the valley of her breasts, and her dizzying eyes looking straight through his lenses, her beauty became ethereal.
However, she looked exhausted now, as though he’d stolen all her strength in that orgasm. Slowly, and with regret, he licked the sensitive flesh one last time, savoring her taste before he let go. The poor manager trembled and her grip on his hair became more desperate, likely in an attempt not to lose her balance. Taking her wrist in one hand, he rose and quickly wrapped his arm around her waist, allowing her to lay her head against his chest. Letting go of her hand, he hugged her tightly, inhaling her perfume. She was breathing rapidly, and being so close to her had his erection twitch in his pants. Fuck.
Kissing the crown of her head, he whispered mostly to himself:
“So hot…”
“Are you too warm?”
The question surprised him, and his eyes met her burning stare. Even in the aftermath of her orgasm, she still looked hungry for more. Her hands cupped his cheeks, and his skin sang at the feeling of warm flesh. Grasping her wrist gently, he kissed her fingers and her palm, shaking his head:
“Nah. I was just talking about you, Princess.”
“Oh.”
She looked pleased at the compliment and before Lighter could add anything, he shuddered. The little minx had pounced on the opportunity to caress his bulge, creating pleasant tingles down his spine. He could do nothing at this point, he was at her mercy. He felt bothered by the fabric, wanted her to touch bare flesh, and maybe even have her cum on his dick. His hold got tighter on her wrist, and he exhaled lowly, his lust burning through his glasses.
“Princess…” He whispered, moving a few centimeters closer to her lips. “Do you want me that bad?”
“Yes”, Belle drawled, slowly guiding him to his bedroom. His hold remained firm on her wrist, as though scared she’d fly away. As soon as she was on the bed, Lighter sprawled on top of her, caging her between the mattress and his rock-hard erection. Her nimble fingers were already at work, slowly freeing his cock out of his too-tight pants. She lowered his underwear, and Lighter shivered as his member met the cold air. He tensed as a small hand was wrapped around it, frying every nerve Belle touched.
He groaned, lust surging in his guts faster than a tornado. Lighter knew he would cum if he let her continue, and as tempting as it sounded, he wanted to do it at his own pace. Catching her thin wrist, he pinned it beside her head, along with the other one. She looked every bit like a tribute, perfect and so very tempting. He exhaled slowly, his clothing feeling tighter by the minute. As more time went on, the less he could hold on to his sanity. Or maybe he was already crazy.
“I want to cum in you first , Belle.” Lighter’s heart nearly burst out of his chest, as his lust changed his tone, his fantasy appearing at the forefront of his mind. That of his favorite little manager, hanging for dear life, as he fucked into oblivion. Belle settled her head more comfortably against the mattress, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips.
“Can I at least hold on to you, my dear biker? ”
His gut clenched and his cock bobbed at the endearing voice. It reminded him of the first time they had sex; he had fucked her into the biker’s seat until he smelled her release on the leather for weeks. She knew what she doing and Lighter was all too happy to let her lead him by the nose. He hurriedly unzipped his coat’s pocket and extracted a trail of condoms. The latex was quickly slipped on his erection, and he gave her a sharp smile.
“What was it you said last time, Princess? ‘ Save a bike, ride a biker ’?”
His hands trailed on her body until they settled on her waist. Sticking his gloved thumb in her vagina, he slowly parted one of the lips, revealing the wet flesh. He resisted the temptation to eat her out once more and rather focused on pushing his cock inside her very inviting pussy. She was so wet , it took him almost no effort to slip inside her. Belle stopped smiling and seemed to concentrate on not moaning, if her biting her bottom lip was any indication. She had even closed her eyes to help. Lighter couldn’t help but smirk, even if the warmth around his dick made him nearly falter.
“Hey, Princess, you’ve got your very own leather biker in front of you, how about you open your eyes for me?”
Reluctantly, she opened them, some words on the tip of her tongue, but then, Lighter jumped on the opportunity to push himself down to the hilt. With the wind knocked out of her sails, a moan of surprise escaped her. It wasn’t much, but it was a moan nonetheless. Lighter grinned victoriously and thrust once, raising goosebumps on her body. Her hands sought him like drowning swimmers seeking the surface, reaching for his back, and she dug her nails into the thick coat he still wore. And at this point, all bets were off. She’d handed him the reigns and she was ready to be taken on a wild ride.
His large gloves moved away from her waist, and cupped her small breasts easily, with his thumbs rubbing against her nipples. His cock felt deliciously thick inside of her, and Lighter was a master rider, whether on a bike or in sex. She’d trust him anywhere, be it outside or in bed. He knew exactly how to fuck her. Neither too quickly, nor too slowly, but with enough strength that it’d leave her absolutely, completely breathless.
He was an expert at breaking her apart. She could see it in his dark lenses, how her composure slowly faded into a mess. She was drooling, she was griping him with all her strength, and her nerves tingled every time he thrust. He moved one of his gloves to her mouth and she opened it as wide as she could, though the world felt so far now. The leather assaulted her senses, and she moaned, as Lighter toyed with her tongue and her body, controlling everything she perceived. She loved that he made her feel this way. Her entire being burned whenever she felt her bare arms brush the leather of his coat, while she tried to hold on to him desperately.
His voice affected her so much too. He was everywhere, touching her, and slowly replacing every rational thought with a word of his.
“Good girl.”
Oh. These words. These two words. They were a reward of their own. She tried in vain to wrap her legs around his waist, but another punishing thrust had her lose all strength. How good did he fuck her, so patient, and so very attentive to her every action. He knew her weakness for his leather, and he played her like a fiddle by making his fingers dance on her flesh. Lighter had her at his beck and call, and Belle didn’t regret it a single bit .
“You take them so good. ”
If Belle didn’t absolutely love what he was doing to her pussy, she’d have requested his cock be stuffed in her mouth immediately. But the gloved fingers still weren’t done with the search for her most shameful moans, and they twirled her tongue around. Then, for a moment, she felt his hand leave her breast; she’d probably have a few things to say, but it headed straight to her vagina. Then, it touched her clit, caressing gently the most sensitive organ in her body. She shook and trembled beneath him, as his scalding mouth began to lay kisses and soft bites on her skin. It was too much now, it was too much, it was too much-
A broken scream escaped her lips, and Lighter picked up the pace, figuratively rearranging all of her body with his large cock. And then, a few mere seconds after she melted into oblivion, Lighter’s body shook, and he pushed himself inside of her as far as he could. A low whine escaped him and his glasses fell on her body, as his eyelids screwed up tight, and he spilled into her.
“Fuck… Fuck… Fuck… ”
As Belle slowly came down from her high, she realized just how red in the face Lighter actually was. Sweat plastered his hair against his forehead, and he looked like a mess. Perhaps she was no better, but for now, she didn’t have the energy to pick herself up and look at her reflection in a mirror. He picked up his glasses and placed them back on his nose, hiding his feverish gaze. He slowly slipped out of her, seemingly exhausted.
“We can take a break”, Belle said out loud, catching his attention.
“Prince-”
“You’re burning yourself over, Lighter.” She interrupted gently, recovering enough energy to rise with her shoulders. “I’m tired, and you made me feel so good, I think I’m going to fall asleep. Come on, Lighter. I don’t want to sleep alone.”
Lighter sighed but accepted nonetheless. As he shed his clothes, he couldn’t hide the relief from peeling off the sweltering leather. The thick gear fell to the ground, revealing several scars and burns on his body. Whether from accidents or fights, Belle didn’t ask. She knew the story of some, while others looked far too personal to be revealed yet. She’d slipped under the covers and she beckoned him over.
Rough hands took her palm and Lighter kissed her fingers apologetically. Belle caressed his bare back, whispering with each kiss he gave her how perfect he was. He’d gone above and beyond for her. Staying fully clothed like that couldn’t be healthy, and yet, he’d done it for her. If anything, Belle felt like she didn’t deserve him. In the end, Lighter was the first to doze off. Belle caressed his hair and kissed him one last time on the forehead, before following soon after.
- - -
Lighter woke up at the smell of burned sugar. It danced in his nostrils, settled like a snake, and attacked him viciously with each passing second. Curses exploded from the kitchen, and he groaned himself awake. Slowly, he rose from the bed, catching a glance of his clothes laid haphazardly on a chair. Another yell of panic had him groan, and he exited his room. Belle was wearing one of his band t-shirts, and she was attempting to cook… Something on his stove. Whatever it was, it seemed to beg Lighter to put it out of its misery.
“Princess…” He sighed. “You didn’t need to cook something, you know?”
Belle was obviously startled, and she turned her head towards him, away from the still burning thing that looked darker than any of his leathers. He tried, really, he did, but he couldn’t stop the grimace that stretched his lips as the smell was even worse from up close.
“What… Did you make?”
“I tried to do Wise’s recipe for pancakes! But, I think I heated the pan too much in the beginning. Or maybe that’s the sugar proportion I misjudged…”
He caught sight of a few pans and fruit bowls drying near the sink, thanking Wise inwardly that he taught his sister to clean because even imagining what kind of massacre took place before he saw the burning… something was nightmarish on its own. One of Wise’s first pieces of advice resounded with perfect clarity in his ears: ‘Don’t let her cook anything. ’He exhaled slowly, already wondering if he could save that pan.
“A-Anyway. I wanted to cook you something after our little session,” she smiled, looking away again from the burning thing. “You looked a bit tired, and I figured ‘Hey, I can take one of Wise’s recipes and prepare it for you.’ But well…”
Finally, she realized the sad state of her attempt and yelled, lifting the pan away and running for the bin. Surprisingly, it wasn’t full, but again, she forgot to switch off the gas. It was endearing, seeing her trying so hard to comfort him, and he couldn’t help the slow smile on his lips as she scraped the thing – of course, with a metal knife – to throw it into the trash. He exhaled and decided to help her in preparing something edible.
While not a master by any stretch of the imagination, some bacon and a few eggs sounded just right for his empty stomach. It wouldn’t take much time, and it didn’t require some wonders of flour, egg mixture, and whatnot. In a few seconds, everything was sizzling nicely, and he chuckled a bit at the pouting face that observed his movements. He shook his head fondly:
“What a wonder that you, as a Proxy, can perform such wonders on a computer, but seem completely unable to figure out how to follow a recipe.”
“H-Hey! That’s not my fault.”
“Sure, it’s the cookbook’s.”
Belle slapped him lightly on the arm, almost glaring, but the corner of her lips twitched. A quick glance at the ham and the eggs made him nod in approval. Without looking away from the proteins, he asked his girlfriend:
“Can you get us two plates and some bread?”
The young manager went above and beyond, as the plates and forks were already placed on the kitchen table, and two steaming cups of coffee were emitting a delicate aroma of caffeine. He wouldn’t trust Belle to prepare him anything but coffee. The way she made it was every bit like Lighter loved it: slighter bitter with a sweet aftertaste. How she could perform so poorly in the kitchen while making such delicious coffee was beyond him. Lighter’s stomach growled and he decided to leave these thoughts for a later date; for now, he needed to eat.
The two dug in with gusto, with nay a word between the two. When they finished their plates, Belle sipped her coffee slowly, seemingly a million miles away. Some bitterness rose in Lighter’s throat, and he couldn’t even blame it solely on the coffee. He exhaled and said:
“I wanted to apologize.”
Belle’s eyes focused so rapidly on him, he felt like a pinned butterfly under a microscope. She shook her head, smiling teasingly:
“What for, being exhausted after fucking me in full leather? Then I apologize for having enjoyed every last minute of it.”
“Princess-”
“Every. Last. Minute.” She exhaled, placing her cup on the tabletop. “Lighter, last night was amazing. I couldn’t have dreamed of something better. I know I have a strong libido, but believe me, by the time you were done, it was completely quenched. If anything, it should be me apologizing, making you wear your biker gear.”
“But-”
“Lighter. You’ve been attentive to me every time we had sex, and last night was no different. Perhaps in the past, I came a lot more, but it was the very first time you kept on your gear while I was naked. Believe me, that was a fantasy I didn’t think you’d want to explore. And yet you did. And for that, Lighter, I want you to know and remember that you have my most heartfelt thanks. Last night, you were absolutely perfect, Lighter.”
The biker let out a sigh of relief, and Belle could swear she almost spotted tears in his eyes. It felt strange not to gaze at her reflection, and instead see her boyfriend’s emotions. In this world, if you weren’t careful, any trace of weakness could be used against you. It was an honor that she could take a peak beyond the armor of leather and metal. She never missed a chance to remind her boyfriend of that fact.
“Thank you, Belle. That means a lot to me.” A teasing smile danced on his lips. “Say we try that a lot more often, to see how long I can fuck you in full gear?”
“Lighter…”
“What?” He asked with a rogue grin, catching her chin between his index and thumb. “After all, aren’t I your favorite leather biker?”