OwO

(we don't know the specifics about liam, but when i see people who have similar condition, it seems like they sometimes know when they're about to pass out, in which case they'll quickly position themselves accordingly to avoid getting hurt when they eventually lose consciousness and fall (like leaning on something, or sitting down) so i assume liam would also do the same. he also already kinda did this in that in chapter 24. i Think!)

also i doubt there are people who haven't seen this before, but just in case: i was largely inspired by this, drawn by the ma'am herself. if you have twitter please interact with her original post here. thank you for reading!

This was something that was discussed in the past. The curious words leaving your lips as Azul listened in with interest. It sounded fun. After spending late nights coming home to find you sleeping peacefully, the thought of taking you as you slept crossed his mind. It was just a matter of trust.  

You made sure to take a shower, wearing yourself out late into the night hours before Azul usually got home. You used your favorite soaps and scrubbed your hair before slipping on pajamas you knew would be easy to remove. You took a small bottle filled with little gum drops. The colors are like shiny gems in your palm. You ate two of them and laid in bed. Comfortable beneath the soft sheets as your eyes grew heavy, before finally shutting. The bottle was left on the nightstand. It was to act as a signal for Azul while you dreamed peacefully.  

Azul entered quietly. His keys jingled as he hung them up on a small hook in the doorway. He removed his shoes and yawned. His body was stiff and achy from sitting at his desk all day. His eyes tired from looking between the blue light filter on his work computer, then back to his paperwork. “I’m back.” He whispered softly. His cold fingers brushing along the smooth surface of the wall as he trailed through the dark house with a frown. His fingers seemed to have a mind of their own as the touched things through the shared space.  

The edge of a photo frame with an image of your wedding day. The side table that was a gift from his mother. The arm of the couch he let you pick out despite him saying it looked terrible; and yet he has the most amazing memories sitting with you and talking for hours.  

Azul reached the bedroom, his body still stiff and aching. You were asleep in bed. Your chest rose and fell slowly, and you stayed unmoving as Azul crossed the room. You said it was okay. Even if you didn’t discuss what day it would happen. Azul adjusted his wire frames to sit higher on the bridge of his nose. He glanced at you in bed as he slipped off his tie, then unbuttoned his crisp, white, dress shirt. You still didn’t move. You snored softly, oblivious to Azul’s wandering gaze.  

He looked you over. He memorized the shape of you with the blankets hiding your body. And his mind began to wander. When you whispered to him how much fun it would be to have sex with you at your most vulnerable; he flinched. The idea of taking advantage of you while you slept soundly was frightening. You should be awake and alert. That was the right thing to do when it came to intimacy.  

But this was about love and trust. This was why you made yourself an easy target for him. You didn’t want him to bother shaking you awake or going to bed stressed and pent up. He noticed the bottle of melatonin on the nightstand. You mentioned in passing that it was supposed to be a silent message for him. Since you wouldn’t be awake to say ‘yes please fuck me Azul’.  

Azul continued to undress. His belt slipping through the loops and clattering to the floor. He unbuttoned his trousers and paused just so he could adjust his glasses again. Sometimes you baffle him with your ideas. Sometimes you leave him resting a hand against his chest in shock. But he would never love you any less. He just needed time to come around to whatever scheme you were cooking. Maybe it was as fun as you promised.  

The weight in the bed shifted as he crawled under the blankets on his side. Azul’s cold fingers trailed along the places where bare skin was exposed. His lips found your throat as you remained unmoving and unaware. Your lips parted as you breathed softly. Occasionally your breath would hitch from the sensation.  

Azul’s hands crawled beneath your pajamas. One sought your nipple; the other sought your hole. Your pajamas were soon discarded as he enjoyed the feeling of your skin against his. His mouth grew feverish as he kissed along your neck. His teeth and tongue would glide over the flesh as your pulse point remained steady. 

When he pushed a finger inside of you, only then did you jolt. A soft moan left your lips and your thighs trembled. Azul moved slow, watching your face contort from the pleasure before relaxing again. “You’ve never slept this heavy before...” He mumbled to himself. Melatonin was a foreign concept to him. But he did like how submissive you were in your sleep. Entirely vulnerable to whatever he wanted and how he wanted it. 

Azul sat on his knees between your parted thighs. The blankets rested on his shoulders as he looked down at your sleeping face. His cock slowly rocking against your hole as a hand continued to tease your budding nipples. “You really won’t wake up?” He asked as your eyebrows gave a small twitch in response. “What a shame. Maybe next time, we’ll discuss switching places.” He chuckled as he leaned over to press a soft kiss on your forehead.  

He reached into the nightstand, his hand patting around for the familiar crinkle of foil. He took a condom and opened it, his eyes darting to your face during the process of sliding it over his cock. “I must say, I understand why you asked me to do this. It would do wonders for a bit of roleplay my little pearl.” Azul whispered as he began to slide into you. Holding your hips firmly as he moved slow. Your insides were nice and relaxed and every so often would hug Azul’s shaft when he nudged against that special spot inside of you.  

He rolled his hips slowly. The soft smacks of skin made his cheeks flushed. The two of you have had sex many times. More than your fingers could record. But Azul always had a rouge tint on his face when he was inside of you. “It always feels so good...” He cooed as he set a steady pace. Your legs were draped over his hips as he leaned over to pepper your face in kisses. Soft moans left your lips as the drags of his cock in and out of you caused your pulse to pick up speed.  

Even under the influence of melatonin, your body still remembers Azul’s. Your body still recognizes pleasure. “If I was a vulgar man I would have done this raw. But it’s not very fair to do that while you’re sleeping.” Azul nipped at your earlobe with a smile on his lips. His hips picked up speed as you unconsciously flexed your toes. They curled tight before relaxing under the soft blankets. “Does it feel good? I bet it does...” He panted as a small bead of sweat rolled down your temple. You and Azul were both coated in a thin sheet of salty gloss.  

The room was getting hotter and hotter as your face began to twist again. Your body stirring as your inner walls clenched around Azul’s throbbing cock. Gripping tightly and relaxing at the sensation of being fucked. “Are you going to cum? Oh, please feel free. No one is stopping you.” Azul encouraged you through a whisper as your body shook and trembled. You began to cum. The proof of your orgasm was an explosive pooling of fluid, and a weak sound leaving your mouth as you relaxed bonelessly against the pillows and sheets.  

Azul kissed along the side of your face. His thrusts were relentless as he felt himself reaching his own peak. His eyebrows creased as his cock twitched and throbbed. His nails began pressing crescents into your skin as he let out a strangled sound and filled the pale colored condom. The latex was filled with an alarming amount of cum. And Azul panted with an expression of shame.