Honkai Star Rail Writing ❤

You've had phone calls, video calls, left late night voice messages, but none of it really makes up for how much you miss him. At least you know the feeling is mutual.

Veritas has kept you updated with a scathing commentary of the conference speakers, of the scholars and alleged experts that talk to him. He's having fun, and that thought alone is enough to make you smile as you read his texts.

It doesn't stop you from missing him so much it aches. From touching yourself and moaning his name while sprawled in bed, surrounded by the scent of him.

It doesn't stop you from waiting at the front door like an eager puppy since the moment he texted you that he's almost home. It would feel ridiculous if you didn't miss him so much.

The door opens and you're already moving, launching yourself into Veritas' arms and laughing as he pulls you close. He buries his face in your neck as he holds you close, his grip just shy of crushing and unwilling to let go.

It's not clear who kissed who first, but you don't even care, too busy kissing him silly. One of his hands finds its way into your hair, pushing it out of your face as he murmurs an I love you and I missed you against your lips.

You melt.

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Everything is burning hot as Veritas rocks his hips into you. His lips press under your ear, teeth scraping across your skin as he groans.

"Do you have," he all but moans in your ear, "any idea how many times I thought of this? How many times I fucked my hand imagining you?"

You whimper as he snaps his hips into you, cock stretching you open so deliciously it makes you head spin. He grinds against you, deep and almost lazy. You're so sensitive that it leaves you squirming helplessly under him.

He's made you come twice already, leaving you a whining mess, clinging to his arms and getting pleasantly distracted by feeling his muscles flex under your hands.

You shudder, a shiver running down your spine as you clench around him, wringing a truly filthy moan from your boyfriend. He bites just below your jaw, sucking a visible mark there as his hips stutter.

"Veritas!" You whine, your head just clear enough to process how hard that's going to be to cover up. All he does is smile against your skin, pressing a chaste kiss over the mark before shifting to kiss you properly.

It's all too easy to melt into it, to lose yourself in the way he kisses you, all tender longing and relief. The same way he touches you, holds you close, lets you feel how much he loves you in every movement.

Your orgasm catches you off guard, washing over you with a startling intensity, leaving you moaning into Veritas' mouth. He groans at the feeling of you squeezing around his cock, his hips jerking helplessly into you before he's coming too.

Heat floods inside you and you shudder and go limp, exhausted and truly fucked out. Your head feels fuzzy, and you're not entirely sure when Veritas pulled out, but suddenly he's there with a damp washcloth, cleaning you up as he murmurs soft praise against your temple.

He's gathering you in his arms, pulling sheets and blankets over you both as you melt into his hold. He arranges you both just so until you're in your favorite position to cuddle, with your head against his chest where you can listen to his heartbeat.