not such a home for a rest.

both of you just came back from the wedding where everything felt beautiful and intimate, it kind of moved something between you and eric by how you kept feeding a piece of your meal to him and how your hands kept holding onto each other for the rest of the night.

if they don’t know you, they would never guess that you and eric are nothing but partners in crime (or in bed) rather than in a romantic sense. 

he immediately went to the hotel gym right after the wedding ended while you kept yourself in your room, trying to figure everything out about how you felt. perhaps it’s only because of the atmosphere that drowned you in a surreal fantasy that bugged your mind. he is your best friend after all, it’s just natural to adore and take care of him when he needs one.

but do best friends hug one’s arm and while the latter begins to caress each of the fingers slowly for almost the rest of the wedding? do best friends whisper and giggle over something until the tip of their noses touch and they can see stars inside each other’s eyes?

and most definitely, best friends don’t kiss each other passionately like they are longing for each other after parting for less than two hours for a session at a hotel gym (eric) and catching up with whatever is happening on social media (you). 

you hadn’t changed your dress when he came back later and it didn’t take more than five minutes until your lips crashed onto each other.

eric slipped his hands on the slit on the side of your midi dress and started to stroke your bare thighs, up to your clothed butt. his lips never left yours as his hands started to pull your panties down, throwing them wherever the fabric landed.

he just broke the kiss and went down when you stopped him. 

“what’s wrong?”

“can we at least take my clothes off first? i just bought it for the wedding and i think i kind of love this dress.” 

“did you seriously just stop me only for that?” 

“of course?!” 

he shrugged, then complied with your wish and started to take off the buttons of your dress before sliding it off to the floor and started to kiss every bit of your skin. his lips were on your collarbone and shoulder when he unclasped your bra and it moved to your breast when he made some little circles with his thumbs on the sides of your waist. 

“i’m still in the wedding mood.” eric murmured between his kisses. “i’m sorry if it’s gonna be too soft for your liking but i really want to hug you right now.”

“i don’t see any reason stopping you, actually.”

“you know me so well.”

the hug in question was slipping his digits to your core while hugging you closely to his chest. one of your legs hugged his body when he pushed his fingers in and out, two at a time. every moan that slipped out from your mouth is replaced with a single kiss. too many kisses until you put your forehead on his shoulder and start shivering lightly. 

“you okay if i add another one?”

“what ‘another one’ exactly? i can’t think.”

“finger, of course.”

“but i need yours more.” you whined, which kind of made you regret it a millisecond later by how needy it sounded.

“which one?”

“that nasty mouth i hate a lot.”

he chuckled before giving one last kiss.

“got it.”

and eric’s mouth always brings you to heaven. it’s always nice to have him between your thighs and having his flat tongue savoring every bit of your folds and his lick to bring wonder to your clitoris. he always knows how to put that mouth for use, like how he always knows what kind of things you want to hear and type of flirt and pickup lines you like. and that’s all complemented by how well he ate you alive with his large nose kept poking part of yours. it gave an extra stimulus, like it was created to make you feel good. 

your hand can’t stop grabbing a handful of his hair on the back of his head. sometimes you push it to bring him closer, and sometimes you will pull it a bit and ask him to slow down. he respects that and even though sometimes he will be the stubborn one, he always knows what you want better than anyone else.

he is your best friend after all.

right?

“eric— it’s… i-it’s too much….” you started to whimper and it was kind of taking you off guard by how eric just stopped right away.

his black tshirt still hugging his body, so is his favorite olive cargo. there was a mess of wet around his mouth and he let you taste your own juice when you shared another kiss with your thumb caressing his chess tattoo on the back of his arms—your favorite one.

“can we do it… what is it called? conventionally? traditionally?”

“what the hell are you trying to say?”

“right into penetration in missionary position. that wedding really shifted something in me and i’m not even kidding.”

“you cried, eric. she is not even your sister and you cried. of course it shifted something in you.”

“it’s a yes then?”

“of course.” you groped his jaw and pulled him closer, giving a peck on his nose, then his lips. “have i ever said no when it comes to you?”

eric took off his shirt immediately. you could see some of his after-gym muscles are still popping out from his skin. also the red scar on his chest. kind of scar that would make you scowl by how hurt it seems like and how you could never understand how eric can just brush it off and claim it’s actually something he is so proud of.

he just threw his trousers away when he lifted a pack of condoms in his hand. 

“should we? but it’s not your—“

“but you said you want to do it ‘conventionally.’”

kind of answer he expected after knowing you for more than 4 years now but still made him feel giggly every time he heard it from you. 

“alright, my lady. we are going to do it raw like real lovers in their making love session.” he whispered before biting your ears playfully. 

he didn’t know it formed a knot on your belly, but it doesn’t matter anymore by how his tip just entered your hole and how he keeps thrusting a bit slower than his usual pace like he wanted to savor this moment. 

and you did. you wanted to savor this moment too. 

“should i go faster?”

“take it easy, and just— do whatever you want to do.”

it came with some pecks on the lips and whimpers on the crook of the neck. he mumbled something you can’t understand and you kept holding onto his back in return.

but it was just how you can see those stars again inside eric’s eyes when your eyes met and it stole your breath away. it hypnotized you to the point you forgot how to breathe when his thrust started to increase when he chased his come. 

“you looked so pretty tonight, you know?”

“crazy things to— mmh… to s-say… oh! eric, there— i-in the middle of— sex.”

“i mean it.”

“i know…,” the gasp for the need of oxygen didn’t stop you at all. “you always do when— you compliment me— fuck! easy….”

his breath hitched and his eyes became heavier. you could tell that he was drowning in pleasure when the grasp on your waist became tighter and he pushed deeper, followed by a restrained growl from him. 

was it you or was it him, you have no idea who was coming first. you just knew that you saw stars and how full you felt with a heavy breath shared between you. 

eric took his cock out, rolling down to your side. 

“it’s tiring to do vanilla, i swear.”

“it’s because you are a horny little guy with a bunch of crazy kinks. oh, ric, i think it’s dripping?”

“says you with a severe breeding kink.”

“i’m not!” you poked his bare chest with your finger. laughs and giggles smeared both of your faces. “but that’s why we are friends.”

you swear you could see a shift on eric’s face after you said the words, but you just let it slide, letting him help you to clean the mess you both made.