𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖘 𝕮𝖆𝖓 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖑

You peek up at him through your lashes and his expression remains neutral in his sleep, even as your hand slips under the sheet to feel the silky skin of his cock. It’s sweetly supple in your hold and you give the lightest, tender squeeze that makes Diluc rasp out a noise of awakening. Your fingers delicately brush through his pubic hair and you hum, sitting up to support yourself on an elbow while your other hand aimlessly moves across Diluc’s crotch. The sheet moves from your touches and your eyes now lock onto his cock that remains soft and tender to the touch, running your thumb over the slit. He exhales a moan that thrills you and you cup his shaft, the beginnings of a hand job but you don’t get too carried away, because the cuteness of his limp dick is just too mesmerizing. Diluc then stirs and you bite your lower lip, giving his dick another well meaning squeeze. He hisses, and it pulses in your hand. With an innocent blink you smile at him as hazy eyes drift to the way you’re fondling him and in an almost instantaneous turn, his cock hardens in your grip. You giggle at the way his cheeks grow ruddy,

“Good morning darling, whatever ah- are you doing?” his deep morning voice asks groggily as his abs contract due to your fist moving up and down his shaft, precum already pearling at the tip like upon seeing your face alone - Diluc is ready to give you everything. You shift up on your knees and crawl over his body as his hands grab onto you at the waist, a fighters but also a lovers practiced reaction in swiftness, and you sit your luckily already unclothed pussy onto his rapidly hardening cock to swirl your hips. With a low exhale as you lean down to peck his lips, you answer his question,

“Just waiting for you to wake up.”

You inhale deeply at the scent of Alhaitham’s skin, smelling like a fresh soap and sandalwood, his chest hair soft and tickling your nose as you huddle closer to him. He’s sleeping soundly, and of course he is, when you’re beside him. You truly want to coo at his sleepy visage and the way his cheek is squished against the pillow. Your eyes trail down his lean torso until you can peek between your nude bodies and spy something that undoubtedly begins to make your lower regions ache without shame - his softened, sweetly drooping cock. It rests between your bodies, even in his restful state it appears large, long in length and prettily framed by his thatch of silvery pubic hair. You shift in the bed, carefully watching Alhaitham’s face as to not disturb his sleep too much while your fingers reach down to lightly graze themselves among his happy trail until you can cup the velvet skin of his ballsack. You chew your lip and allow your thumb to rub against his soft shaft, tracing the shape of him with tenderness and curious affection.

He exhales softly through his nostrils and you freeze only for a moment, watching your dear scribe settle back into the pillow that cradles his head. You smile at your small victory for a second, before in his sleep Alhaitham suddenly rolls onto his back with his arm still familiarly wrapped around your shoulders. You use this opportunity to nudge yourself down under the sheets to become face to face with his soft cock, and nuzzle it with your nose and mouthing at the slack state of it. It’s cute, you think, seeing it slung over to rest against his hairy thigh and easy to slip between your lips. He might grumble at you for waking him, but you can’t help the desire to slide your tongue along the skin of him, suckling on his tip and burying your nose into his pubic hair since it’s so easy to do while his dick isnt hard and prodding the back of your throat.

But, your playtime is cut short when Alhaitham shudders above the blankets and you feel his arm still around your shoulders tighten. Like clockwork, his cock rapidly grows against your spit slick lips and the fat vein on the underside of him grazes against your cheek. You hum with a smile and take him in your hand just as he lifts the sheets to stare at you with a heaving chest, pink cheeks, and a raised eyebrow. You give his now rigidly hard shaft a little squeeze, your lips playfully smearing at his frenulum and he grunts out with a lopsided smirk that in turn makes you throb between your legs,

“Enjoying your breakfast, are you?”

Wriothesley’s splayed out on his king sized bed, legs spread gratuitously you note as you return from your quick trip to the bathroom in the early morning. You have every intention to hop back into bed with him, the floor chilly under your bare feet and you know that once you’re back under the blankets he’ll instantly search for your body to be pressed to his once again even in his sleep. But you pause the rapid pitter patter of your tip - toeing to enjoy the sight in the dim light of his bedroom of his strong, hairy thighs open and the black silk sheets falling away from his chiseled figure that’s pleasingly presented to you like a marble statue ready for your fingers to be run over each ridge. His hefty cock rests between his legs, slack and hanging downwards, a thick patch of hair surrounding the base in a way that urges your mouth to fill with saliva at the sight.

And despite the call for more sleep, you suddenly plan to indulge. You head over to his side of the bed, mattress dipping where you kneel and Wriothesley suddenly lets out a snore which makes you laugh softly into your palm before you settle yourself between his legs. Your lashes flutter when you lower the tip of your nose to brush against the hair of his lower stomach, almost inhaling the smell of his natural musk from post shower and post sex with you from the night before, your hand reaching out to wrap your hand around his flaccid cock. It’s incredibly warm in your hand when you give an experimental squeeze, and then you exhale a slow breath as your lips wrap around his tip. His skin feels like velvet under your tongue as you almost roll him around in your mouth. You pause and take him from between your lips to allow a gratuitous amount of saliva to dribble onto Wriothesley’s cock before you almost slurp it back into your mouth. You lay your head on his muscular thigh and just…suck. It’s rather sweetly comforting in your mouth you think.

It’s not a few seconds later that your eyes flutter open at the sudden intrusion of his cock thickening between your lips, and you lift your head to see Wriothesley’s jaw tight, his tummy clenching. He relaxes only a little, seeing you happily nestled between his legs and now mouthing at his rapidly throbbing cock that almost casts a shadow over your sparkling eyes with the bigger he gets, and he raspily chuckles when your nails rake through his happy trail as you press a kiss to the base of his dick. His big hand comes to rest on the top of your head as he grits out his good morning greeting to which you reply with a long lick up his now impossibly firm shaft,

“I hope you enjoyed the wake up call, Your Grace.”

BigBoy!Diluc who eats well, of course he does, with all that luxury and money. He's not as lean as he used to be, when he was the Cavalry Captain for the Knights of Favonious, but Gods was he still strong. Wielding that heavy claymore with ease, carrying stock boxes for the Tavern, effortlessly fucking you in the air, held up by just his hands.

BigBoy!Diluc with strong, broad shoulders, big back and biceps, filled out with thick muscle. Gods his chest- Pectorals filled out with fat and muscle, decorated in delicate freckles and moles and a decent patch of hair on his sternum - Pretty pink nipples sealing the deal.

BigBoy!Diluc with a little bit of a tummy, soft love handles barely peaking over his trousers, still packed with hard muscle, cushioned with a bit of fluff. Perfect for grabbing, pulling his hips towards your own.

BigBoy!Diluc with his hairy belly, leading down down into his pants, happy trail framing his tummy and torso perfectly.

BigBoy!Diluc with his thick thighs, perfect for you to sit on, snuggled in his lap like a lapdog. Perfect for you to straddle and ride, big, warm hands on your hips guiding you to hump on him like a puppy.

BigBoy!Diluc with his large, broad nose, always jabbing and nudging into your perfect pretty clit while he tongue fucks your pussy. His crimson eyes looking up at you from behind the arched bridge of his nose, drunk and bleary, teeth nearly accidentally biting into the soft flesh of your cunt.

BigBoy!Diluc and his fat cock. Thick and pudgy, angry, flushed pink tip oozing globs of pre down his shaft. Gods, his cock. Pulsing and flexing, pretty veins accenting his richly thick length. Heavy shaft bobbing with arousal, struggling to stand tall from its weight.

BigBoy!Diluc with his heavy breeder balls, perfectly accented by his thick thighs. Groomed but still hairy, perfectly pairing with his droopy, heavy cock.

BigBoy!Diluc who has stamina. Fucking up your pussy over and over, holding his warm hand on your tummy, over that thick belly bulge the pudgy head of his cock stabs into you.

BigBoy!Diluc who can easily take all those scratches, teethy kisses, the crescent moons of your nails digging into his back.

BigBoy!Diluc putting pants on in the morning, bare back covered in old scars and new nail scratches. He can barely shuck them on, hindered by the heavy swell of his cock and the thick of his ass.

BigBoy!Diluc who brushes your hair out of your face with his thick fingers, palm rested on your temple, oh so warm in the morning chill.

BigBoy!Diluc with his pretty smile, kissing a soft goodbye on your forehead with his plump lips.

BigBoy!Diluc who will be back later, wrapping you up in the comfiest hug, huge arms wrapped around your body, strength lifting you in a silly twirl, lips peppering hot kisses all on your face.