wounds’

You happily let his weight topple on you, head resting on your chest as you go to rub soothing circles on his back. “Don’t want to shower n change first?”

He grumbles into your skin, eyes already fluttering shut. “Mmm, wanna lay down for a bit before.” You would’ve believed him if you didn’t start to feel fingers play with the straps of your loose tank top, silent permission to pull them down your shoulders. You help push the fabric down, revealing your breasts for the habit you don’t remember letting him create, although you’re more than happy to let it continue if it knocks him to sleep like a baby for the rest of the night.

His palm is full and warm as there’s no hesitation to cup one of your breasts, having your breath stutter. He begins to knead gently, the soft weight of you in his hand making your own arousal start to surge.

The other hand wanders down, creating goosebumps in its wake. His touch stops at your ass, now caressing them in the same rhythm he’s doing on your breast.

“Tell me about your day, mama. What did you do while I was gone?”

Your mouth falls open, but no words come out as he now rolls a thumb over your nipple, hardening the peak. He feigns obliviousness to your shivers, but there’s a thrill surging through him to having you like this, open and breathless, undone with any touch he gives you.

You clear your throat, searching for your voice. “It was okay,” The tremble you tried to fight back in your tone becomes evident the second he starts to close his lips over your nipple, sucking gently. “Besides waiting for you to come home, I kept myself busy by seeing what needed to be clean around the house.”

He hums in response, then letting the tip of his tongue swirl over the bud. The hand on your ass stops its caresses, to only give them to your other breast so it wouldn’t be left neglected.

You bring up your hand to comb through his curls, keeping the conversation going to ignore the way his tongue is dragging slow, messy circles over your nipple, which is giving you the urge to press your thighs together. “I take it rehearsal was tiring again today?”

He draws back to breathe over the wet skin, squeezing the other breast in his palm gently. “mmm, my pretty girl feels so soft.…would stay here forever if I could.” How he completely ignores your question, too lost in how giving love to your breasts is nearly putting him to sleep.

You pull back some of the curls covering his face, watching him lean back down to lick a wet stripe up to your nipple, sucking it back into his mouth and letting it roll between his lips.

God, it’s hard to not squirm. You hear his breathing start to slow, work of his mouth getting gentler, sleep around the corner ready to take him. Whether it was an accident or intentional, you don’t know, but he suddenly bites down lightly on the bud.

You shudder out a gasp, unable to stop the jerk of your hips. He grumbles, snaking one arm around you to keep you still. As if you weren’t already fighting for your life to do so.

Then, you feel the cold air hit you particularly hard on your chest, looking down to see him dozed off with half of your nipple hanging out his mouth, breast all slick and peak swollen. How even in his sleep, his tongue twitches to give the faintest licks to your nipple, never truly letting you escape the shudders he delivers you.