Asa (=ㅇ༝ㅇ=)

He gently ran his slender fingers through your hair and massaged your scalp, soothing you enough to stop shaking so much. He utilized the other hand to cool your warming cheeks, his skin is always smooth and cold to the touch like an ice block. It was a nice feeling, coupled with the perfect ambiance in the room, where it wasn't too dark nor bright, within the Goldilocks zone in every way.

The soft, comforting blanket that is draped over Yves, who is now straddling your hips and gazing at you oh so lovingly, grazed over your skin. Yves's green eyes took in every curve of your nose and lips, having his fingers sensually trace over them. Another hand caressed you from the side of your cheek, down to the base of your neck. Gradually, he tucked his digits under the neckline of the thin shirt you're already wearing. Yves is careful in his movements, ensuring that you will be adequately acclimatized and nothing will come as a shock to you.

"Are you enjoying yourself, my love?" He whispered, feeling his heart skip a beat when you nodded at him and stared with half-lidded eyes. You are so sweet, always such a darling to him.

Yves chuckled, bending down to press a kiss on your forehead. Then, another between your eyes. Then, the tip of your nose, your eyelids, and finally on the lips. He moved so tenderly, softly pressing his supple lips against yours. They slide against each other pleasantly and in a rhythm that you can keep up with. Yves had always loved how you taste, there is a distinct flavor to yours that he knew, and could infer if you were healthy or not.

His fingers are now intertwined with yours while his body pleasantly compresses your own.

Eventually, he pulled away to admire the love of his life beneath him, caged between his arms. Your face is flushed and you tend to avoid his eyes out of embarrassment. Yves lets you squirm a bit before speaking again.

"Would you like to keep your shirt on?" He held you by the chin, stroking it with his thumb. Yves had asked that question as he knew you have always been insecure about your body, and he didn't want you to feel pressured into giving in to his whims. You don't need to be fully naked anyway, only the genitals need to be unclothed for this ceremony to proceed.

Remember, he may be the dominant one; the one who directs the flow of the moment but he isn't a master nor an owner. Ironic, given that he has drugged you without your knowledge or consent. But Yves chooses not to dwell too much on that, instead believing that he has done nothing wrong and is merely elevating the experience.

You're unsure if you should. So you didn't give him a nod or a shake of the head, no verbal confirmation either. Yves simply smiled, leaving your shirt alone, and dove back into flutter kisses along your jaw.

A hand slid down to your bare hips while touching all the hidden pleasure points along the way, Yves had your anatomy memorized as if it were its own.

Your hands absentmindedly fiddled with his hair like a toy, twirling around your fingers and watching it glide through like water. This too gave him fulfilment.

"Shall I proceed?" He asked in a tone that relays no urgency, positioning himself against your entrance. He had ensured to prepare himself with enough lube, Yves wanted nothing but your satisfaction and enjoyment, none of the pain.

You feverishly nodded, wanting to put an end to your growing arousal with a climax. He responded by encasing your lips into a passionate kiss. Yves didn't stop his sultry fondling on your hair and neck, each touch melting you further into a pool of respite. He does this to allow yourself to loosen up for him and distract you from his penetration; which usually causes at least a twinge of discomfort.

You let out a muffled whine when he finally entered you, writhing a bit in his hold. He had felt your heartbeat becoming erratic, which is a normal response at the start of every session. Oddly, though, it kicked in half a minute earlier than usual. Yves released the kiss to hush you, further calming you with his words after: "Shh… It's alright. Breathe in for me, dear."

You took a deep breath at his request and held it until. "Exhale." While you were heeding his instructions, he had his hands cupping the sides of your face, tidying messy strands away from it. But actually, he was discretely monitoring your pulse. Yves refused to go any further until you settled down enough through the use of his breathing exercises, feeling the warmth and slickness around his member twitching in desire and excitement.

"Very good." He purred, rocking his hips against yours in largo. Your breath hitched when he managed to hit your sweet spots relatively quickly, angling himself to be the most efficient, but ensuring that you would last for at least half an hour before you orgasm. Yves drank in all your adorable little expressions and mewls, he cherishes how your nose would wrinkle whenever you felt a powerful pulse of sexual gratification wash over.

Erotic squelching was very audible to both of you, making your face warmer by the second. But Yves isn't too concerned about the suggestive sounds, he's too engrossed in hearing you whimper, the inflections and incidence of it. "You're doing well, my beloved. Do you know that?" Yves wiped the drool away from the corner of your mouth using his thumb, and the other one massaged your shoulder, smoothing any knots or tension that may have arisen from this exhilarating moment.

You locked your legs around his torso, squeezing it with your thighs as you struggled with your soon-to-be rapture. He bent down to peck you on the forehead again, his hair brushing against your cheeks and tickling them. "Relax your legs for me."

You tried to control your breathing as you loosened your grip, following his orders is always worth it to see such a proud smile on his beautiful face. "My sweet, obedient little spouse. You always listen to me so well." cooed Yves as he thrust himself into you, a bit stronger now, but it's still considered extremely gentle and loving; just like everything he does for you. The room gradually feels unreal, it's as if the bed that you're making love with Yves on is sleepily floating away in an ocean, and the fragrant smell of Yves's shampoo gives a strange yet deliciously sweet taste on your tongue.

You brought your hands up, you're unsure what you wanted to do with it in your drug-induced stupor but you had instinctually made this decision. Perhaps the flawless of his porcelain skin is drawing your fingertips to touch it. Before you could do that, Yves brought his lips to it and gave you numerous kisses on them. All this while, he had kept pumping into you at a consistent pace and force, neither he nor you are fans of change.

"I am so proud of you." He whispered, re-intertwining his fingers with yours again. Odd how it felt like you were touching something fluid on your palms that sent electricity through your nerves. "You have strived hard to achieve your goals, and I have been witnessing every step of the way," Yves murmured against the back of your hand.

"I saw it. I saw how you pushed yourself and tried your best." He continued, draping your arms around his neck as he leaned back down to kiss you along your jaw. "You were nothing but diligent, persistent, and wonderful. It breaks my heart to hear you criticize yourself for not doing enough. Why do you torment yourself so? When you gave it your all and made numerous sacrifices? When you have only impressed me beyond belief with your efforts?"

The mattress dips each time he rolls his hips in deeper, only then, do you realize how fluffy the bedding was. It's so kind towards your body and you appreciate it very much. You blinked, swearing to yourself that you saw Yves glowing as he looked at you with eyes filled with worship and reverence. He had showered you with tenderness, tangling his manicured fingers in your strands.

"You were made the way you are, and I love everything about you," Yves spoke up again, seeing that the blanket was slipping off the two of you, he swiftly brought it back to conceal what he didn't want you or himself to focus on. "Even that you saw as flaws, your shortcomings… they are all so precious to me. Good, bad, and any in between, I love them all. I love you. And you only."

Yves went on to nip the shell of your ear. "You are beautiful." He breathed. "Simply radiant in all there is. Your kindness shines through you, and your vast intelligence allows you to flourish with your unwavering authenticity. All it took for you to reveal the full goodness of humanity, was a singular, lovely smile." He tickled you under your chin, causing you to laugh and squirm. Yves chuckled and pressed a few more kisses all over your face. "Thank you, my love. For bestowing me the gift of witnessing such a blessing today, I look forward to receiving more glimpses into your gorgeous soul."

"I cherish your loyalty, not only towards me but to what you stand for. Even if you are afraid to express yourself genuinely, you do so with great courage. It's such a shame, I cannot keep such a miracle to myself. I can only be eternally grateful to be in your presence." Yves pressed your forehead against his and continued his gentle thrusting. He nuzzled his nose against yours playfully, "You have a heart made of the purest of golds. And I want you to know that."

Yves ended his sweet nothings for now with a long, deep kiss on the lips. His hands are tenderly rubbing all over you, likewise with yours on him. The night went on, but you appeared to have forgotten what you and he were doing, you knew it was very intimate and vaguely embarrassing, but you were too captivated by Yves's words of affirmation and sweetly innocent touches. The colors are getting more and more vibrant as time passes by. It's marvelous to witness, you felt like you're floating and unburdened. Just how Yves wanted you to be, before your ultimate reward. The air, which is neither too hot nor cold felt nice on your skin. You felt extremely secure under him as he worked his magic and strange shapes and hues flew past your vision when you closed your eyes.

"You make me the happiest man alive, and I will depart from his realm with a smile, knowing that I had the pleasure of meeting you."

His voice had a bit of a waver as he was also getting close to his own orgasm, but you were too entangled in your untouchable heaven to notice or care. You're simply enjoying the ride Yves is taking you on, a ride full of exciting yet relaxing sensations.

"I love you."

Those were his last words before it was drowned out by your deafening moan, body convulsing in ecstasy and digits curling in euphoria. A soft gasp escaped Yves's moist lips as he too, had a chance to experience his own state of exaltation. His breathing became much more labored than usual as he tried his best to control his involuntary bodily reactions to you. But you just have this effect on him that bypasses his rigid grip on his functions. He too, shivered as he was milked of every single drop, his fingers were quivering as he felt the waves finally reach them.

You felt the extreme pleasure pulsate throughout your form, radiating from your core, throughout your chest, and finally hitting your brain. Blanking your mind to oblivion with your climax, and it was too much for you to handle. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as you lost consciousness from the blast. And so, you let your head fall limply on the plush, fluffy pillows.

It took Yves a few minutes for him to recover from everything, to think sharply again, and not be trapped in this lovesick haze no matter how amazing it felt.

Yves pulled out from you and laid on his side, drawing circles with his fingertips on your clothed chest. He has a wide smile that crinkles the side of his eyes, if only you were awake, you would have seen how blown out his pupils were while staring at you. Yves snuggled closer to your side, tangling his legs with yours as he gave you an appreciative kiss on the cheek.

"Oh, you are always so good to me." He murmured, burying his face in the crook of your neck and tucking the two of you under the sheets. "But the same couldn't be said towards yourself. Why must you be so unkind to the body that took care of you?" Yves pouted, speaking as if you're awake. "You are so special to me…"