[23:13]
warning: mature content
He wasn’t expecting a completely dark home when he opened the door this evening. But here he is, trying to make his way to the bedroom without hitting any furniture on the way. His baby is home, he knows it.
Sleeping perhaps?, he thought.
He couldn’t be more wrong-
The dancing silhouette in his bedroom says otherwise. The figure dances in the dark, a familiar silhouette created by the light streaming through the window. The person is completely oblivious to his presence, moving in a teasing manner, lost in whatever music is playing through the earphones.
He cleared his throat, adjusting his position as he leans on the doorframe, arms crossed in front of his chest.
As his gaze focuses more and more on the body, not on the movements it makes, the performer turns around-
A gasp breaks the silence.
“You’re back”, followed by a tiny voice, almost a whisper.
He licked his lips, making his way closer.
“Yes, darling”
“How long have you been standing there?”, the earphones are off, his gaze lands on the pair of ears getting redder by the second.
He pretended to think, “hm… long enough to say that you are an incredible dancer, not long enough to see the entire performance”
“You weren’t supposed to see that”, the pout that came with the statement made him laugh.
He moved closer, trapping his little dancer with his arms and the dresser.
“Oh but it’s a pleasure for me to see that, darling”, his whispered.
He licked his lips again, feeling thirsty out of nowhere. His eyes darts to the pair of soft lips in front of him, calling out his name.
“How was your day?”, he almost didn’t catch the question, too lost inside the thought of a certain pair of lips against his.
“Exponentially better after that private performance of yours”
“Goodness, I wish there was a way to make you forget you ever saw that”, he could sense the embarrassment with a hint of frustration.
He was doing a great job holding in the urge to claim the lips in front of him, until someone’s teeth started chewing on it-
-and he lost it.
Another gasp fills the room as their lips collide. Bodies flush against each other. His lips moves passionately. He is hungry- no, starving. Hands are all over the place, feeling every curve his little dancer has. He gives no mercy, no time to breathe. Why breathe in oxygen when this person is the air he breathes?
Feeling a gentle push on his chest, he pulls away slightly, breathing heavily.
“I- I need to breathe”, he responded with a smirk, followed by a kiss on the forehead.
“You should take a shower, it’s late”
He was amused at the attempt to distract him from what he wants, “only if you join me, love”
The pair of eyes glaring him at him sent him laughing, “don’t- no, please stop doing that”
“Do what? I’m not doing anything, darling”, he teased more.
“Just go shower already, I’ll wait for you in bed”, and another gentle push on his chest.
He place a kiss on the neck, whispering, “I’ll see you in bed, baby”
“-hopefully with nothing on”
note:
hi everyone! i am well aware that i have not posted anything in two years. i sincerely apologize for that, and i am apologizing in advance because i can not promise you that i will be posting regularly in the future. anyways, ya girl is a doctor now. i hope that could explain my absence (sorry). here’s a little something i wrote, because apparently i daydreamed a bit too hard and this scene has been stuck in my mind ever since. take care! please stay happy and healthy ✨
