i love you, moonlight. get home safe.

"i'm good," you say softly, chest heaving. he's big with the little bit that's inside you. it feels good, like a morning stretch, like that yummy feeling in your spine when you hinge forward first thing in the day. you gently cup the side of his face, and he twitches inside of you. "you feel good."

he turns his head to nuzzle into your hand, then leaves a soft kiss. he looks over at you, mouth still against your palm. "you sure?"

"yeah," you say. "i like this pace."

he nods a few times, hand traveling down between your bodies to continue guiding his cock in. he exhales, shaking his hair again. "you're so wet," he breathes, brows pinching together.

"am i?" you ask in bewilderment. normally you're not wet enough.

you watch his face as he nods again, slowly continuing to sink in. he reaches for your thigh, bent against your chest, and gently rubs on you. "doing so well, doing so well. that was it, that was all of me."

at his usage of me, you feel the way your clench and flutter around him. he groans, delightfully, at that, bowing his head to gaze at where you're bound together.

he comes over you again, hands by your head and above your shoulders, careful to not press his entire body weight against you. his strokes are small to start, a hand reaching down to touch your hip, squeezing over the love there.

breathless, shoei meets your gaze, where you're fluttering your lashes and mouth open. he switches which hand he's using for support.

"hold onto me, lovely," he pleads, "just grab on."

one of your hands comes up and twists into his hair like it does so often when you kiss. every thrust sends a little spark of pleasure in your tummy in a way you can't really describe. it feels delicious in a way that you savor, in a way that forces moans out of your mouth unlike any you're ever had before.

your other hand comes out to grab onto shoei's arm, which is tense and veined from the stress of holding him up on just one side, cautious to keep one side of you always connected to the fresh, albeit sexed, air of the bedroom.

the bedroom, which is lit with candles and his lamps on the dimmest setting-- you can make out shoei's facial features that you've come to love.

"oh my god," you breathe, eyes lulled back into your head.

"feels good?" shoei asks again.

"mhm!" you squeal, legs tensing against his sides, toes curling. this won't be the first time you've come tonight, but it will be the hardest.

"can i have my arm back?" shoei asks between groans in the back of his throat. "will make you feel good."

you release him, and shoei rises up, dragging a hand down your body before his fingers find your clit. it takes a second for him to get it just right, and you're making sounds he doesn't even get with a vibrator. it causes him to smile widely, focusing his attention on your face.

so beautiful. shoei shakes his hair back-- if this ever happens again, he's going to have to tie it-- without missing a beat. pleasure looks so good on you, it's one of the only expressions that should be on your face.

you throw an arm over your eyes as you feel your orgasam approaching and climbing within you. immediately, shoei pinches his brows together at the movement.

"don't do that, lovely, keep your eyes on me. eyes on me," he beckons you so sweetly that your arms go back over your head, still holding onto yourself. "c'mon b- sweetheart, it's okay. it's okay. i'm right here for you."

you come all over him, creamy over his cock. normally, when he's pleasuring you with his fingers or his tongue or a vibrator he'll keep going for a little longer after you're done and twitchy, but tonight he stops immediately. he stills, pulling out a bit to grab himself as he tries to will down his need to come.

then he unsheathes completely, crawling up the bed to flop next to you. he reaches for your hand, grasping you and bringing it up to kiss your knuckles.

you roll over, pressing your cheek against shoei's sweaty chest. he tilts his head down to press a kiss to the top of your head.

"you're so strong," you murmur, closing your eyes.

"so are you," shoei says, rubbing your thigh with his hand from where it's wrapped around you.

flushing, you turn your head to further hide inside shoei's skin. he presses more kisses against your head.

"take a little nap," shoei encourages you, reaching down to take his condom off. he shifts a bit and manages to get it in the trash can, albeit hanging on the rim. "we can shower later."

"mkay," you mumble, already halfway to a little post-orgasam nap. shoei closes his eyes too, finally soft. this is nice; normally the two of you are quick to shower.

"you feel okay?" shoei asks again. he points at your head, "in here and in here?" he gently rubs his hand over your bum.

you nod a few times, picking your leg up to rest on him. he might as well be your own personal mattress.

"can i get a little verbal confirmation?" shoei asks.

"'m okay, shoei," you mumble into his chest. satisfied, shoei completely relaxes under you.

then, he stiffens again and lifts his head up. "do you want some water? your water bottle is right here."

you bring a hand up to rest over his mouth. "stop it. cuddle with me."

"coming, coming," shoei says, relaxing again and once more rubbing your back. you find yourself drifting in and out of sleep, eyes lazy and focused on how his chest rises and falls. "you had a good night?"