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tugging your socks off before you shimmy out of your pants. those get dropped into the corner of the bed just inches away from your shirt. the bed creaks lightly as you climb onto it, crawling closer to jason’s lap until you straddle him. his hands find their way to your bare thigh, squeezing lightly as you pull him into a kiss. jason moans into it immediately, mouth opening wider as he tugs you even closer.

your fingers find the hem of his black tee, pulling it up until he leans his back off the headboard and makes yours arch. somehow, he manages you pull his shirt over his head, parting from you for less than a second while you grab at his sweatpants. that’s when he parts again, a line of spit between you from just how feral you’d been making out.

“as much as i enjoy this,” he pants, hands moving up to cup your bare ass. “how are you really feeling baby?”

he doesn’t halt your movements as you drag his sweatpants further down, feeling his already hard length against your inner thigh. jason even helps further by lifting his hips when you tug on his boxers to go down with them. as you start to hum, the way you always do when you’re content and happy, he brings his hands lower again, bringing your panties along.

“i’m fine. i just really missed you.”

he answers with a smile and a soft whisper against your lips that he’d “…missed you more.”

the movements between the two of you are fluid. changing and adapting like it was the easiest thing. his hands find their way to your bra, unhooking it easily as he presses his chest to yours, bringing himself closer while simultaneously pulling you. he knows when silence is all you wanted because jason has those moments too. he knows when exhaustion takes hold of you and how it makes you more comfortable just to feel his warmth, even for a moment. so jason doesn’t pry, not yet at least.

he lets you lower yourself onto him, brings his hands behind your neck to hold your hair as you go. letting you watch yourself sink down and take him in as he drinks the sight of you, how relief washes over you. jason lets out a gorgeous sigh, pleasure taking form in the most domestic form. in awe as his girl takes what’s hers. the moment feels sacred, so he tries not to get giddy over the little box hiding in the corner of his dresser.

the sensation draws out a small moan from your lips and a delightful groan from his honeyed tongue.

“you’re so beautiful,” he coos by your ear, coaxing you to drop your full weight against him.

sighing, you smile, “says you.”

then you’re finding his lips and kiss him again. tongue lapping at his slowly as he holds your hips and guides them just as gently. eliciting another moan that he just swallows down from you like sweet nectar. jason doesn’t rush your movements, only guiding it along as he knows you like. slow, sensual guidance that is meant to make relax for him. lessen the exhaustion of the day while you tangle into one another.

the warmth only drags you in further as your aching muscles begin to give in to him, slowing your hips as you let him take over. slumping into him and letting your head fall in the crook of his neck.

though when you let out another sigh, jason stops shifting and pulls away just for you to lay on him like a fish out of water.

he laughs softly. “you sure you’re okay ma?”

you make a small noise into his neck and jason chuckles as he rubs his hands up and down your back. from the soothing motion, you groan happily.

“that feel good?” asking as he continues massaging.

“very,” you’re humming while he moves his thumbs up along the curve of your spine.

with firmer fingers, he presses down in intentional circles, coaxing more sounds of contentment out of you as he works. you don’t even have to move a muscle, instead he pushes the arch in your back and soothes your lower traps along. he feels a knot and circles it out with his thumb, not hard but just enough to get it.

“you’re real tense babe.” he quietly says as he continues to move. you’re so relaxed at this point that you don’t even think to respond, just feeling his fingers work.

delicate in his care, jason lets you rest over him as he bear hugs you, massaging your tender muscles simultaneously.

his lips find the curve of your neck now, pressing to the skin there as he continues moving his hands. you completely melt into him, arms limp over his shoulders despite how you hugged him tight before. now it had simmered into a barely noticeable grip that he knew meant you were relaxing. as the sounds from your lips become less and less frequent, jason runs his roughened hands from your nape down slowly to small of your back, then up again. repeating the motion as you start to succumb to the sleep that had been threatening you all day.

though he doesn’t make an attempt to move or to move you off of him. rather he continues his movements, watching from over your shoulder to see the warmed skin against his palm. not pulling out either, he only keeps you in his lap while his practiced fingers soothed you further into a slumber you desperately needed. besides, there’s nowhere he’d rather be.

as you fall entirely asleep and a gentle snore slips, jason smiles to himself and grips the edge of the blanket to not bother you. then, he holds an arm around your waist while he eases himself further down from the headboard, keeping you tight against him as he lays flat on his back. your legs still on either side of him, he brings them a little lower to shift some weight off your knees so you wouldn’t be sore in the morning.

when he’s settled, he pulls the comforter over both of you as he kisses your cheek and whispers.

“sweet dreams ma.”

then he presses forward and kisses you at the same time, swallowing down the gasp that took your breath. only an inch inside and he’s the one shaking already, cupping your face with one hand and fisting the bedsheet by your head with the other.

the stretch is incredible. the sheer size of him both unwarranted and ridiculously impressive. but when you consider his soft spoken voice and the gentle rasp that shook you to your core, it only made your arousal greater.

he drops his head to your cheek and kisses your face gently. then he lets his lips trail down your jaw, licking down then he could tuck his head in your neck and breathe you in. rocking into you slow like he was afraid to fully seat himself inside.

jason whimpers your name softly when you tense. “ease up ma.” before letting a hand circle your clit.

“i’m sorry,” breath shakily as you wrap your ankles around his back. “you’re really big.”

something in his perfect face melts and his lips upturn. he stops his hips from moving any further. “don’t apologize to me, i should be doing that. god, please don’t tell me i’m hurting you.”

but the wait was eating you up. the feeling of him there and not giving you it all was building and the ache was defeaning.

you needed all of him.

you shake your head and try to buck into him further, but jason’s hand shifts to your hip and holds you firm. still holding himself back for some reason unknown to you. a whine slips from your lips when you try to get closer and he groans like the action was ruining him.

this time, you decide to plead. “i want it all jay”

blinking down at you, he shifts his gaze from eye to eye. needing the reassurance as though he truly believed you were saving his feelings.

“are you sure?”

you nod and part your lips, biting your lip softly as the pressure rests there. “please.”

then jason leans down and you think he’s going to kiss you. plump lips pink and swollen with tension as he washes his eyes over your face. resting his forehead on yours before closing his eyes and still not moving his hips yet. just letting the weight of what would fill you stay just in reach but out of touch.

like a threat that’s more like a promise.

“i love you so much.” he admits before pressing his lips to yours, muffling any response you could’ve had.

you moan into his mouth then, half surprise and pleasure. the feeling was unreal. the stretch around him stole the air from your lungs even though he was moving so slowly.

he pressed forward and despite the pleasureful pain it caused, letting your ankles dig into his back and pull him deeper until he was fully seated inside you. a tear slips down your face just as he parts from you to breathe and a cry escapes past your lips.

the sound is enough to startle jason and halt any movement. he pulls back as your tear strikes fear echoes across on his face, thinking you were in pain from him doing.

“shit—did i hurt you?”

taking a moment to compose yourself, you shake your head warily. “no,” the sound another muffled cry as he stayed impossibly still, unsure what to do.

“sweetheart, you’re crying,” leaning back trying to pull his weight off of you.

though you don’t let him move far, tightening your hold on him and locking your ankles.

“stay,” gripping him close for dear life.

his eyes stay unwavering and his hips stay still. he reaches up for your face again and brushes his thumb over your cheek before he nods at your determination.

“okay,” shakily he says. “but if it hurts—”

“it doesn’t.” you quickly interrupt. “i promise, it feels good.”

a slow smile creeps up his face. “yeah? you feel good?”

you nod again and stare straight at his lips, urging him on. slowly his resolve crumbles and he lands closer to your face to kiss you once again. pressing his perfect lips to yours like a seal and a lock.

just then he adjusts his hips, shifting them forward and rocking into you. he watches as your breath hitches and your fingernails dig into your palms. head drawing back to drown into the pillow beneath it. he groans at the slight resistance created in the friction but eases up until you let him in so easily. hands on your hips tight but not hurting, just enough to remind you where he was.

he takes your hands and pries your fingers up, interlocking them with his to distract you from the sensation. slowly inching his way inside until the tears in your eyes were accompanied by gentle moans.

then you drag him closer once again and he lets you interlock your ankles behind him.

“let me do the work,” panting by your ear. “let me show you how i love you.”

wiping your tears, his teeth shine brightly as he smiles and soothingly strokes your face. impossible gentleness from his calloused hands. when the words die, he converses with his eyes you could drown inside of.

finally he bottoms out with a soft sputter on his tongue, completely unable to mask his weight behind his heavy hips, touching your cervix from this angle. nailing dig into his hand, needing to be grounded and feel him completely, jason pants heavily. he brings your hands up higher until they rested just above your head. the loving frame he posed you in was so evident you could cry. instead, you paint him in the same light.

the ministrations resume and he moves with less restraint than you’d started with. watching how your expressions changed and the sounds escaped your lips quicker with every movement.

his deep thrusts could’ve knocked the air from your lungs but he was doing it so slowly as he inched himself further, it melted away. pleasureful bliss blooms across your skin as he kisses your neck. leaving open mouthed smooches up to your face and worked back down, surely leaving marks in their wake.

“please jay,” moaning out as though he wasn’t already fucking you. “more.”

jason fucks you like he was about to lose you then, when he looks up and sees your eyes rolling and the tear streaks on your face. letting go of your arms to lift you up and over him. he rolls onto his back and seats you in his lap, never pulling completely out, just enough that you feel what you’d need to retake.

“okay princess,” he coos. “i’ll help, yeah?”

already exhausted but willingly to please him, you grip his shoulders and start to grind down into him. he cups your ass and lifts you up, letting your weight back onto him over and over. the mix of your arousal making it easier to fuck up into you as he holds you effortlessly. shifting your hips against him weakly, jason decides to take up the task entirely but not until he really sees you struggle to fit him inside you.

a couple more whines escape you as you attempt to move, taking an inch deeper just to grind against his pelvis. minutes go by like this, when he tries to tell you it’s okay and he can do it, you shake your head like you’re already gone. then you tell him you can handle it.

both of you know you can’t.

another roll of your hips against his where a broken moan pulls him out his head causes jason’s brain to flip. he doesn’t just hold you anymore, no, he starts to get meaner. not like he wants to hurt you, but he wanted to give you what he’s wanted all night—to fuck you full.

thrusting up again and again while he watches your face contort, slowly melting onto his chest while he sits up further. moving you up and down onto him, biting his lips to control his moans when you whimper his name. then he can’t even hide that. groans and moans, gasps and sighs—they fill your ears like sinful symphony as he works himself up further. he listens to the praises you say in his ear while he does the work you should’ve, fucking up into you as though on a mission. his pace picks up as he feels you moving back into him, matching his thrusts with your own.

the peak sneaks up on you when he tangles his hand in your hair to get a look at your face. pulling just enough to see your expression and gasp when he continues his ministrations.

“i wanna watch you let go for me.” nearly whining when he admits. “you gonna let me come inside you? please?” his breathy voice coaxing you.

vigorously you nod as his pace begins to falter and his thrusts only become deeper as though he wanted to get closer.

it’s enough to spur you on. enough to push you right over the edge as you see his pink, bitten lips and the flush on his cheeks. the ruffle in his hair that proved how long this had been going on for. he looked so incredibly hot, you could die a happy woman tonight just from his good he’s fucked you.

through the peak, he carries you over, not stopping and not pausing his filthy promises. you’re clamping down around him when he sputters your name, groaning harshly and prolonging the feeling. you can feel him reaching his climax, bucking into you and movements stuttering. when he comes, you feel the pulses as he fills you. rope after rope painting you white from within. the waves of intense pleasure as his veins drag and he starts overstimulates himself. then he reaches between you to circle your sensitive bud, thrusting sloppily as you’re limp against him and throwing you into another orgasm.

practically screaming his name as you muffle a cry into his shoulder, barring your teeth and taking a bite of his supple skin. shaking as he fucks you through another climax and pushes his seed deeper inside. hand slipping off his shoulder as he slows his movements. groaning softly by your ear as he makes shallow bucks as though he didn’t want this to end.

but fucked out in his arms is his lover, drenched in sweat and slick that he didn’t know had even reached those places. and still, he was buried inside you with no indication of wanting to move.

minutes go by like this, both of you entirely spent and trying to catch your breath. he’s first to look at you and ensure that he hadn’t harmed you. eyes closed and lips parted, panting hard like you’d run a marathon as jason looks the same. leaning back further just to see the look on your face, jason kisses your forehead then.

“was that okay?” he twists at your heartstrings. “did i hurt you?”

still he was questioning himself and you were just coherent enough to shake your head and speak in a slur. “you’re perfect. my perfect boy.”

the breathy words only made him smile. his grin wide and toothy as he kisses the top of your head over and over. ignoring how your hair stuck to your head, hoping you’d do the same to him.

“sweet baby.” murmuring between his rough kisses that felt like cuteness aggression towards you. “i love you so, so much.”

you hum as you nuzzle into his chest. “mmhmf, i love you too.”

still cheesing, he holds you tight against him. part of him felt like he was dreaming with how much he loved you. his body shaking with restraint as he twitched inside you but he knew you were too exhausted to go again. leaning himself back onto the mattress to tuck you against him further, holding you there like something sacred. as though you would run or get taken away if he faltered his hold at all.

the hold on you only grounding as though you were floating over your body still, ghosting like he’d fucked you into the afterlife. sleep eases its way through your body and jason absorbs it.

only minutes later you’re completely asleep, snoring peacefully as jason drools on your head.

and there’s no place you’d rather be.