Those dark, dull eyes watch his lover keenly as she sinks down into the snow, her dress fanning out charcoal black around her to shadow the pure white, pink curls spilling down her back a bright spot of color in such a stark landscape. The sound of distant conversation reaches his ears, but Aias doesn’t draw his gaze away for even a moment, too enraptured by the way Yulia draws out his cock so delicately with her petite hands.
The crisp chill biting into the sensitive tip draws a low hiss out of his throat- a sound that melts into a long, satisfied sigh when the sting is immediately soothed by her mouth. Not an unfamiliar scene so far. Still, it has been quite some time since he’s indulged, and abstinence makes every small sensation feel amplified; the soft ring of her lips fitted snugly around his thick cock, the wet warmth of her mouth, the small twitches of her tongue.
It feels good. His hips rock forward even as she sinks down lower, meeting her halfway until-
“Oh.” He lets out a punched out groan and braces one hand against the wall for support, eyes flashing with shock and delight. For someone who hadn’t been with anyone but him, he certainly wasn’t expecting such a pleasant surprise as this. She’d swallowed him so easily with an unusual lack of resistance, her throat a soft and pliant pressure that he can’t help but test the limits of. His other hand comes down to cup the back of her head and push her down a little further, until her lips are pressed firmly against his pelvis.
“You’re a natural,” Aias breathes out, low and throaty and inordinately pleased. More praise spills out of his lips in warm, white puffs. “Good girl. Mhm… So, so good…” He doesn’t want to wait even a moment longer to indulge. His hips draw back just enough to clear her throat before he pushes back inside all the way again and again, slow, deep thrusts that send hot sparks skittering up his spine. “Absolutely gorgeous…”
Ah, there was what she’d been waiting for, hoping for - praise from the man she loved more than words could express. Even if her own movements were a touch uncertain at best, there was no denying that just hearing the slightest of pleased sighs slip from his lips was enough to help feed that part of her always aching for recognition. It only made her all the more eager to find ways to please him.
Long lashes half covered lust - hazed golden eyes, each push of his hips forward rewarding the Harbinger with instinctual squeezes of muscle around sensitive organ whenever pelvis met lips. All of it was so new, so foreign, and yet as clueless as Yulia still was she knew one thing - this was hardly enough.
Head began to bob in time with each buck of Aias’ hips, the occasional soft, muffled hum slipping through nose as, little by little, the agent started picking up the pace of her own accord. Tongue swirled when it could, swiping over the tip all while never tearing eyes away from the features of the man before her.
Fingers inched their way upward, underneath his shirt to show the much deserved admiration she felt for his wonderfully built, scarred frame, leaving no defined muscle unattended to as nails dug ever so slightly into the flesh beneath her fingers. More. She wanted him to praise her more, to feel good because of her . No matter what it took.