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Few people knew how the Cleaners operated. Most were aware that they had a boss, few knew who that might be. To the Cleaners he was someone to count on, someone to whom they owned a lot, or just someone they could believe in. To you, he was all that and more.

If few people knew who the boss of the Cleaners were, then you could count on one hand who knew about yours and Corvus' relationship. It wasn't that you two were hiding it, at least not while on HQ, it was just how you two were, private. It was just easy to miss it if one wasn't paying attention to the details. Details that for the both of you were obvious.

It was one afternoon during a meeting that Semiu and Enjin understood what the “details” were. They both were aware of your relationship with Corvus. You were beside him as he recruited both of them and even before that. You were an extension of Corvus power and his goals, and all cleaners knew to respect that. So though they never pried, they knew that you were not only his greatest supporter, but his partner as well. It was also why it was so stifling seeing you two disagreeing on something.

While discussing a few strategies for the next mission, you and Corvus' strategies and ideas seemed to clash a bit, something that practically never happened. Both of your tones were civil. Each argument was solid, and though the small disagreement had startled Semiu and Enjin at first, it resolved itself quickly enough.

“-That's why I must disagree with you.” Corvus said at the end of his reasoning, his always present easy going tone clear to Enjin's ears.

All present in the room turn to you as you nod your head once before answering him with a calm voice of your own. “Very well then, we are in disagreement. Since this matter seems to be settled, you'll have to excuse me.” You rise from your chair and walk out of the office room carrying some of the paperwork you brought with you.

Enjin stretches his arms above his head, and Semiu gets up to gather her own papers, both getting ready to leave. They are both surprised when Corvus talks again.

“I am sorry you two had to witness such a vicious argument.”

Confusion freezes them in place.

“Oh… Was that a fight?” Enjin says, looking back at the door where you had so calmly left not long ago.

“Are you kidding me?” Corvus answers, the uncharacteristic slang feels foreign coming from him, but his tone is still the same. “They said ‘you'll have to excuse me’ instead of ‘please excuse me’. Might as well have spit in my face. You two are dismissed”

It is a blur to the veteran cleaners how they got outside of the office, both extremely confused by the altercation. Enjin takes longer to recover, but Semiu quickly wanders. If that was a “‘vicious argument” as Corvus put it, maybe every time he asked you if you were well, it might as well have been a declaration.

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So. He froze completely.

Before he head been leaning back, cigarette tangling lazily between his fingers. The conversations around him blurred to one and he was only half listening. But the second that sound hit him, something in his chest snapped.

That was dangerous. Very dangerous. You won’t be safe anymore.

His jaw tightened. His fingers curled. The cigarette bent slightly under the pressure.

What the hell was that?, he asked himself like he didn’t know.

Oops, you did it again.

Another laugh filled his ears. This one was a little brighter and more open. In return his entire body jolted like it was under attack.

Man was about to go nuclear.

We talk about tensed shoulders, teeth clenched so hard they might fall out, and his free hand came up to drag down his face like he was physically trying to contain something.

You’re so—

He cut the thought off immediately.

No. Nope. Absolutely fucking not. Not here.

There were people around. His crew and friends. Idiots who would tease him for the next ten business days if he suddenly lost his fucking mind over you sounding cute.

So Enjin did what Enjin always did.

He shook it off. He pretended. He tried to act cool… it lasted for about thirty seconds.

Because suddenly you leaned a bit closer and found it was about time to put your head against his shoulder. All while you still talked so casually and comfortably. So fucking unaware of the effect you were having on him.

Fuck, he loved you so much.

He’d like to say the danger was over for the moment, but then you laughed again. (when did Semiu get so funny, huh?).

Whatever. You laughed again, all adorable, and this time Enjin even felt that laughter.

Enjin inhaled sharply through his nose. His entire body locked up. This was it.

Oh my fucking god.

His knee started bouncing. His fingers twitched. His jaw clenched so hard it almost broke.

This was bad. This was really bad.

Now that feeling wasn’t only in his chest. It also was in his hands. In his arms. In that awful, terrible, overwhelming urge crawling under his skin that made him want to grab you. And he wouldn’t be gentle about it.

He wanted shake you a little. Bite your cheek. Press his face into your neck and growl about how cute you are until it stopped hurting.

His grip tightened around the cigarette until the ash fell off. Someone was talking to him. He didn’t hear a word.

You said his name. And along with it, you made that tiny, questioning noise. Soft, curious, just for him.

He snapped.

“You—” his voice came out rough.

Everyone looked at him. To be fair - if they wouldn’t know Enjin and that he worshipped the ground you walked on they would’ve gotten between you. Now they were just curious.

You blinked up to him, all big eyes. “Yeah?”

Cute. Adorable. Gorgeous. Beautiful. His his his.

That was it - the cherry on fucking top.

Enjin stood up so abruptly his chair scraped loudly against the ground.

“I need a second.”

Riyo, Gris, Semiu - anyone who knew him better knew that the control in his voice was faked. You knew it the best. But before anyone could say anything, his hand wrapped around your wrist and he pulled you up with him.

“Come here.”

He was out of control. You barely had time to React before he dragged you a few steps away, out of earshot, into a narrow space between walls. His hands immediately came up to cup your face as he stared you down.

“What is wrong with you,” he muttered almost pained, thumbs pressing into your cheeks as he squished your face enough to make your lips pout.

“What?” you stared at him startled.

“That laugh,” he cut in immediately, eyes sharp accusing you of… well. “Stop that.”

You blinked again. “My laugh?”

“Yeah, your laugh,” he snapped, but there was no real bite to it. He was frustrated and wound too tight. “You keep doing it.”

You let out a small, confused huh, and that only made it worse. His grip tightened instantly.

“See? That. That thing.” god, he was growling at his girl. “Don’t do that in front of me.”

“Why?” you smiled all happily, because your clever brain slowly caught on.

Smiling. He stared at you like you had just made everything ten times worse which, honestly, you had. Now his chest felt like it was going to cave in.

“Because I can’t—” he stopped himself, jaw tightening again. His thumbs pressed harder into your cheeks, squishing your face a little more. “I can’t deal with it.”

Another soft, but helpless, laughter escaped you. In return Enjin gave you a strangled noise.

And then he gave up.

His forehead dropped against yours, his hands still holding your face in place as he exhaled sharply.

“You’re so fucking cute it’s actually pissing me off,” he muttered completely serious. “I wanna bite you.”

“That’s not very nice, Enjin,” you giggled softly.

“I don’t care,” he shot back immediately, lifting his head to look at you again, eyes dark and intense. “You did this.”

You huffed another tiny laugh - obviously finding joy in his misery.

Mistake.

His hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you close to… nip at your cheek. Of course not hard, but enough to make his point.

“Enjin!”

“Told you,” he hummed against your skin, clearly not sorry at all.

His grip softened a little after that, thumb brushing over your cheek where he’d bitten you, like he was soothing something he’d caused himself.

“Seriously. Don’t do that again,” he said. “Or at least warn me first.”

After dinner, your daughter sat at the kitchen table with the concentration of someone who was writing the next great novel. Her tongue was sticking out, a crayon clutched in her fist- precision on every messily written word, only stopping for breaks to ask you how to spell something.

Enjin leaned over your shoulder, "What is she doing?" You smiled, looking at him, "Writing a letter." He was even more confused…this fairy took teeth AND letters? "...To the fairy?"

"Mhm."

"...Why?"

"So she knows where to find the tooth."

"...Ah."

Right.

Fairies must love unnecessary paperwork.

Your daughter scribbled for nearly ten whole minutes before proudly holding up the page, "Done!"

You took it dramatically, "Let's see..."

Dear Tooth Fairy,

Thank you for coming to my house.

Can I have one hundred thousand dollars please?

Love, Me.

Enjin blinked, "...One hundred thousand?" He wasn’t even sure if he knew how many zeroes that had in it. (You very helpfully told him it had five later that night)

"Yep!” Your daughter smiled proudly.

"For...one tooth?"

She nodded, “Mommy told me they’re priceless!” He gave you a look, like you were equally as insane as this teeth stealing, note loving, bad at directions fairy.

"The first ones are always the most expensive," you nodded along.

Enjin was wondering if this fairy also robbed people for a living.

Later that night, you tucked her beneath layers of blankets and kissed her forehead, watching as she carefully slipped the tiny tooth and the letter beneath her pillow.

Then she folded her little hands in a praying motion, "I hope she comes." "Oh sweetie," you smiled. "I'm sure she will."

She yawned, rubbing her eyes, "I hope Santa didn't tell her I cried when I lost it..." Ever since you’d sang her a song about Santa always watching, your daughter was quite fearful of this strange man.

You hid a laugh, "I don't think he would."

"...Okay."

Within minutes, she was asleep.

When he heard the bedroom door click shut, Enjin immediately turned to you, "...What now?"

You opened the junk drawer and pulled out a pink glitter pen.

He watched in silence, gaping once he finally caught up to what you were doing,  "...You're the fairy."

"I am."

"So she’s not real?” 

“Nope.”

“There’s no tooth castle?”

“Ew, no.”

He leaned against the counter while you began writing in the most outrageously whimsical handwriting he'd ever seen.

Every i dotted with a heart.

Every y curled dramatically.

Even your signature sparkled.

My Dear,

I don't have $100,000 right now because Santa Claus borrowed all my money for Christmas!

Luckily, the big, kind bunny shared some with me so I could give you a little surprise.

Thank you for taking such good care of your tooth!

Love,

The Tooth Fairy ♡

Enjin stared, "...Santa stole her money?"

"Borrowed it."

"...The bunny gave her money?"

"The Easter Bunny."

"...How do they know each other?"

"They're coworkers, obviously."

You looked up, a grin on your face as you folded the letter. He watched as the hearts, glitter, and loops disappeared as you folded into one tiny square.

He'd fallen in love with you a hundred different times, but somehow, watching you write a letter from a fairy might've been his favorite.

Around midnight, you nudged him awake, "It's time."

He sat upright immediately, "...Already?"

You handed him a folded bill, watching as his face dropped in utter despair, "No."

"Come on, you’re gonna play fairy for me.” Enjin was sure his heart was going to leap out of his chest.

But he was never one to back down, “She needs more than this,”

He checked his pockets and wallet and found loose bills, coins, and a bottle cap.

He frowned, "This is all I have." You smiled as you looked at the collection of money in his hands, "It's fine."

"...Really?"

"She asked for one hundred thousand dollars. She won’t know the difference.”

The hallway was dark when Enjin approached her bedroom like he was infiltrating enemy territory. While he felt like he was on a stealth mission of a lifetime, you simply leaned against the doorway, watching.

He looked back, "...She's asleep?"

"Mhm."

"...Deeply?"

You shrugged, "Probably."

"...Probably?"

You nodded, giving him a big thumbs up, "I believe in you."

You believed in him, your daughter believed in the tooth fairy…he just hoped at least one of them could be real tonight.

He opened the door slowly, making sure there were no creaks.

Good.

He took one step, and then another, his heartbeat deafening in his ears.

He's fought monsters. He's fought men twice his size. He's fought for his life. And somehow, none of it compared to this.

He knelt beside the bed.

Very, very slowly...

Lifted the edge of the pillow.

His breathing stopped.

He could see the tooth, so small compared to the pillow it was hidden under, and the letter- which was pushed so far back he was scared he might wake her.

Easy.

Easy-

The pillow shifted, and your daughter sighed.

Enjin froze, so much so that he didn't breathe. Didn't dare to blink. Didn't even think, too scared she would somehow be able to hear his thoughts.

Then she rolled over and let out another sigh- good, she was asleep.

After what felt like thirty years, he finally slipped the tooth out and replaced it with every bill he'd managed to gather.

He swapped her letter with your pink letter, trying to position it in the same way hers was- pushed back but still completely under the pillow.

He slowly lowered the pillow and backed away, one careful step at a time until he got to the door and closed it just as slowly and quietly as when he opened it.

He turned toward you, eyes wide and heart racing so loud he was sure you could hear it, "I did it."

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh,  "So you did."

"I thought she woke up." He recounted the terrifying moment. "My heart stopped. I think I saw my life flash before my eyes."

You laughed so hard you had to cover your mouth, “Well, Mr. Tooth Fairy, you did it.”

And as much as he wanted to relish in the praise you were giving him, instead he opened his hand to look at the tiny tooth resting in his palm.

He stared at it for a while and then looked at you with another eyebrow raise, 

"...What do we do with the tooth?"

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The pain and exhaustion of your body had been a constant for the past 72 hours, and counting.

Despite Eisha’s efforts to make it as painless as possible, there was so much she could do while trying to deliver the baby and manage her vital instrument; type: heal, at the same time.

Four years ago, you’d found yourself in a similar position under very different circumstances. When you delivered your first child, their father had been nowhere to be found, and you’d had to drag yourself to the nearest and cheapest hospital available.

To no one’s surprise, it had been a horrible experience.

Bro had been there, at your side this time though— for every second since your water broke, you’d both been asleep when it happened, you both panicked at first, sleep completely draining out of you, but somehow, that made it less scary than the first time.

“Hold on— STAY CALM!”

He hadn’t been the only one to panic. Practically everyone has been awake since you and bro started screaming out. HQ was up earlier than usual, a few people outside your room at the infirmary: Semiu and Gris were trying to contain a very excited Guita from Jumping on the walls, a tired and very awkward Zanka who had ended up holding a very scared four year old who didn’t know why their mama was screaming like that, and Rudo and Enjin, who were trying to talk Dear into stopping his foot from tapping and causing another big problem.

Bro had held your hand through most of it, the contractions, squeezing so tight that he actually bruised your hand, accidentally of course. But as an apology, he kept you grounded by wiping the sweat off your forehead instead.

“You’re doing an amazing job, love. Tu puedes, siempre puedes con todo” He said as he kissed your knuckles, too tenderly for you to notice in the state you were in. But you felt it, the way his presence next to you was a constant.

and the worried pout he gave Eisha when she nervously begged him to move so she could actually do her job was almost so comical it made you crack a crooked smile.

“B-but… okay. Just— I’ll be here, amor— right at the door, I’m not gone! Okay? Everything’s gonna turn out just fine!”

he’d said, voice trembling, before reluctantly letting go of your hand and stepping outside.

Everyone’s already half asleep when Eisha comes out to announce that the baby is finally here and the kids run inside before Bro or anyone can react.

Before anyone can process it, Guita lets out a scream loud enough to wake half of the ground awake.

“THE BABY’S HERE!?”

The children practically burst into the room. Zanka nearly drops the terrified four-year-old in his arms, Semiu and Gris scramble after Guita, and Dear’s tail starts wagging so hard it smacks Enjin in the leg.

Bro, however, doesn’t move.

He just stares. At the door. At Eisha. Back at the door. He ended up standing there… looking at the door as if had the answer to life. Enjin placing a hand on his shoulder so he could snap out of it.

“Man, go inside. What are you still doing here?” Enjin tells him, the grin in his face telling the older man ‘idiot’ without actually saying anything.

Then, with the most ridiculous, watery smile anyone had ever seen, he laughs. A broken, breathless little laugh.

“R-right. Right— Si, uff…”

He muttered almost to himself as he pulled away from the group and headed inside.

When he stepped inside, there you were. Cradling the newborn in your arms while the other three hovered around the bed, whisper-shouting in excitement and awe.

“Mama! Are you okay? Did it hurt too much?” Your very concerned four year old asked you, and you could only laugh. Of course you wouldn’t tell him that it had hurt like you’d been dragged to hell and back, so you just shook your head ‘no’.

“Guita,” You whispered, voice raspy from all the screaming as she came too close, too soon. “Please be careful, they’re really fragile right now” Earning you a loud ‘Awww’ from her. Dear only stared at the baby with curiosity, and a frown that told you that he wasn’t fond of the idea of another sibling, but he wasn’t still processing it, he’d get over it. Eventually, you hoped.

Your eyelids were already too heavy for you to keep your eyes open, but you still tried. And smiled at bro when you noticed him coming inside.

You called him out so he could come closer, and you watched him close the door behind him carefully. The almost 2 meters tall man walking towards them so carefully that it look like one of those old goofy cartoons, he seemed scared, she was scared too. The life in her arms had been a surprise, and they didn’t know if they were prepared for it, but they both did it before on their own, so she was sure, that the both of them at least had the hang of what to do.

“Say hi, papa”

You whispered at him while his hands shook as he saw the tiny bundle, tears flowing down freely now. He couldn’t really believe this was happening, it all felt surreal.

“Hi, kiddo” He said as his hands shook reached for the baby’s head and slowly, almost feather likely, brushed the tiny blonde hair on their head. “Bienvenido al mundo, mi bebé precioso” He murmured as he leaned down to kiss their forehead, then yours.

“And I’m so proud of you too, mama. Gracias por darnos este regalo a todos”

After his long twenty year confinement Gountess struggled heavily to recover. One thing he did notice that helped was physical touch, after so many years of solitude he hasn’t realized how touch starved he actually was. He first noticed the deep need to be touched when you placed a warm comforting hand on his shoulder. You were the first one of the cleaners to speak and interact with him more as a person than a porcelain doll. You’d constantly hang around and just talk with him, talk with him casually and in some matter of way end up touching him. He treasured each interaction and held it in his heart.

Gountess warmed up to you after a while, smiling more, laughing. But no matter how happy he felt, the terrors always persisted. Most nights his psyche would twist his worries and memories into a horrible scene that would have him jolting awake and struggling to catch his breath. Very recently you picked up on his tiredness and inquired if he’s been sleeping well. Very meekly he tried to avoid your question but you weren’t having it and doubled down, threatening the silent treatment if he didn’t tell you. Oddly enough the man actually welcomed quiet after his confinement and forced surveillance, but it was different with you. He liked your voice.

“I’ve been having nightmares. You’d think at my age it wouldn’t bother me so much but it does. If I try to sleep again after one I end up slipping right back into the same dream.” He explained. Your expression was emphatic and you placed a hand on his knee to comfort him.

“It doesn’t matter the age Gountess, bad dreams really suck and I’m sure yours are… more than bad.” You offer a knowing smile. “Maybe we can figure out a way to make sleeping easier for you. Make you as comfortable as possible so you can drift with a calm mind.” When you remove your hand again he follows it with his eyes, wishing for it to return. When you notice his moment of staring you instantly have an idea spring to mind. Of course! What’s more comforting than having something to hold, or someone holding you?

“Why don’t we try sleeping together?” You ask bluntly. A half second into processing your words Gountess is floundering horribly. Face flushed a deep red and eyes wide. He sputters so bad and quickly you can’t understand him. Then you realize the way you phrased that.

“Oh! Sorry I meant we should sleep in the same bed!” You also feel your cheeks burning. “I think having a body next to you would help and it’s as good a place as any to start.” Explaining it helps you both calm a little but the room still ends up feeling several degrees hotter after that.

~~~

When night falls you make your way to Gountess’s room and knock. When he replies that you can enter you’re eager to actually get a glimpse of the man’s room. Stepping in you notice he’s already in his bed, wheelchair folded and propped against the wall. When you look at Gountess proper you notice he’s reading a book. Stepping up to the other side of the bed you crawl on top of the blankets and shuffle over to peek at what he’s reading.

“It’s a novel Corvus leant me. I can read it aloud if you’d like to hear?” He offers with a smile. You nod and lean into his shoulder while you listen, his chest flutters a bit in response. The pressure your body puts on his shoulder is something grounding, comforting. He reads on for a while before his voice is cut off by a yawn you don’t manage to push down. Chuckling he closes the book and places it off to the side.

“We should sleep.” He reaches for the light on the nightstand and clicks it off, enveloping the room in a quiet darkness. You both get comfortable under the covers and you wish Gountess goodnight before letting a hand rest on his over the blankets. Just an extra reminder that you’re here and it’s okay to let himself fully relax. He lets your hands stay that way as he closes his eyes and drifts off.

It’s the deepest part of the night when you’re startled awake by a shout and violent shifting in the bed. Sitting up fast you can make out Gountess’s shaking form and hear his rapid breathing. Hesitantly you reach for him, placing a gentle hand on his arm. He reacts instantly, flinching away like your touch burns him. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s me.” You whisper. Leaning across him you flick the light back on and a warm glow reveals you to him.

He’s visibly sweating and his breaths haven’t fully eased yet. But slowly he recognizes you. When you notice he’s coming around you place both hands on him, tugging him into you as you hug him tight. He nearly shatters at that, sobbing silently into your sleep shirt and clutching the fabric like a lifeline. “God… it never ends…” his watery voice tugs at your heart. When you pull away you press a kiss to his cheek, a soft peck meant to help ease and distract his mind.

“I’m sorry G-“ His lips press over yours fiercely. It’s a sudden reaction, his body moving before his mind. Years of withdrawal from any physical contact boiling over into one impulsive grasping of straws. You barely get a second to react before he pulls away again and starts purposely apologizing. Stuttered and hurried in his explanation you can hardly get a word in edgewise to reassure him that it was okay.

Instead you end up having to silence him in an action that can speak for you. You cup his cheeks slowly and lean in, your lips press to his easily and he stiffens under them. When you’re the one to pull away he follows you a bit, recapturing them for a small moment. With a breaths passing you lean in again, taking the lead and kissing the man with much more intent. Gountess lets his hands wander, each new sensation under his fingers is nearly brand new to him.

His fingers trail under your shirt, rubbing over your sides and hips. One of you hands trails into his long hair while the other rests high on one of his thighs. Each time you two pull apart there’s mere seconds between before you’re connecting again. Wet sounds of kissing and tongues intermingling fill the night air. Soon you’re shifted to crawl into the man’s lap and press yourself against him. He leans into the headboard, hands becoming bolder as he lifts your shirt over your head. With your chest now bare to him he pulls away to take in the view, breathless and face flush.

Leaning in he presses kisses to your collarbone and trails it down to your nipple, pulling it into his mouth with a gentle suction. Your breath hitches and rocks your hips into his in response. Soft moans are his reward so he keeps it up, adding teasing nips and sucking marks on his way to give your other side the same treatment. You can feel him hardening under you, just the fabric of his and your sleep shorts keeping the two of you apart. “Gountess.” You whine as you press harder against him.

Pulling away he locks his eyes with yours. For a moment he needs reassurance. “Is this okay? We don’t have to do anything else. You’re being generous enough.” His words frustrate you a bit, is he implying that you were doing this out of pity? Your hands leave his person as you lean back. Crawling out of his lap he’s sure you’re rethinking your actions. Instead you just pull your pants off before crawling closer again, one hand slides over his bulge as you blink at him with a very heated gaze.

“Do you want me to stop Gountess? I can anytime but don’t think I’m not right where I want to be.” Your fingers tighten around his aching length causing him to groan. His hands clench around the sheets as he bites his lip. But you don’t keep going, you want him to say it, admit that this is what he truly wants.

“No! D-don’t stop please… Please, I want to.” His voice is strained like he’s never been used to taking what he wants. You go easy on him, looping your thumbs around his waistband before tugging his pants down. His cock springs to attention, head lacking and throbbing. The man cringes and turns his face away in embarrassment. Your eyes widen at the size of him, it’s always the quiet ones…

Using your hands you start slowly pumping his length. He shudders at the long unfamiliar feeling. Before long you’re squeezing just slightly and quickening your movements enjoying watching him fall apart. Each whimper and moan makes you ache to have him inside you. Your free hand trails down, fingers tracing your entrance before dipping in. Watching you he bites one of his knuckles and groans, hips bucking into your hand.

It only takes minutes for Gountess to start moaning fast and uncontrolled, bucking into your hand the best he can. You praise him excessively, encouraging him to cum. “You look amazing like this, all needy for me.” You hum leaning closer. “Wanna see you come apart for me.” Your voice is low and sultry. “Cum all over my hand.” Your thumb swipes over the head roughly eager to help him reach his end, hand moving fast between your own legs.

“Hah! Don’t stop!” He whines out through the gasps, one hand reaching to grasp at your wrist. Only seconds later he is spilling over your hand, each heavy pearl of cum running down your hand as you squeeze and pump him through it until it finally stops. He’s breathing is back to shallow as he watches you with tired lidded eyes. You eventually let go of his softening cock to bring your hand to your mouth, licking the remnants off your fingers.

Gountess can feel his body getting tired again, eyes blinking lazily, it’s the first time he’s cum in who knows how long. Seeing how tired he is you decide it’s best to stop for now, there will be time for the two of you to explore this later. For now Gountess should rest before sunlight breaks. You guide him to lay with you again, tucking him into your chest. When his breathing evens and you can hear soft snores with each exhale you smile to yourself.

~~~

In the morning when the man wakes to the warm sight of the morning sun he feels groggy. Rubbing his eyes he notices the slow fall and rise of your chest under his head. Blinking he is quick to sit up, looking down at your still sleeping form, then blinking to the window. He slept? Actually slept until morning? He feels an immense relief fill his chest. He may not have dreamt of anything but nothing was far better than constant terror.

When he hears you start to stir he watches you with a growing smile as you yawn and sit up. Blinking away the remnants of sleep in your eyes you turn to him. “You sleep okay…?” You mumble sleepily only to be cut off by being tugged into a tight hug. Gountess’s arms tight around you as he laughs. Pulling away he presses another firmer, more confident kiss to your lips.

“Thank you.” He says. “You’re amazing.” He hums before pulling you in again, your lips moving together slow, still lazy with sleep. His hands trail over your hips to pull you closer. “Let me return the favor, please it’s the least I can do.” He then helps you reposition to lay your back against his. He has your legs spread open for him while one of his hands works between them. Each thrust of his fingers makes you whine and weakly buck into them. Soft moans slipping past your lips as you press your face into his neck. As you quickly build to your peak you knot your fingers into his long hair to ground yourself. Each breathy moan and clench around his fingers urging him to continue. Your other hand trails down his arm resting on it while he continues.

“Gountess…” you moan into his neck, breathing hot on the skin there. The man just smiles constantly and keeps working you closer and closer to the edge. When your moans quicken so do his fingers, adding another in and curling them against your sweet spot on accident every time. Arching off his lap you press desperately into his fingers as you cum. Your moans are loud as he works you through it, helping you drag the sensation out until you’re breathless. You sink into his arms slowly as you come down.

Gountess knows you two will have to talk about this, figure out what this relationship is. For now though he is happy to bask in the normalcy of this moment that you helped him find again.