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You woke with your body ablaze despite all the blankets on the bed being pushed aside to make room for the body between your legs. Every nerve stood on its end as you slowly came to register the slow licks to your burning clit. Reaching for Corbeau, you grabbed his hair and dug your fingertips into his scalp, mumbling his name under your breath.

He peeked up at you, golden eyes wide and bright without his glasses. Corbeau’s lips twisted into a smile. “Good morning, my love.” Leisurely, almost, he wrapped his lips around your swollen clit, and sucked. He clearly had already been between your legs for a bit.

You responded with a soft whine, arching your hips upwards. He pressed a palm to your pubic bone, keeping you still. His fingertips were cold, sliding under the fabric of the shirt that hung loosely on your side- one of his violet work shirts, unbuttoned and wrinkled, a silent invitation for him to wake you however he pleased.

Corbeau hummed with your clit still between his lips, the vibration working its way up your spine. He took a heavy breath, licking a long stripe upwards, nose bumping your clit again on the way up. “Delicious.” His voice was low, still groggy with sleep. “Divine.”

In response, you pulled on his hair the way you knew he liked, encouraging him to continue. Following a hard suck, Corbeau lifted his head to meet your gaze, his lips soaked and glistening in the morning sun that peaked through the curtains. “You’re right,” he said, leaning down to kiss your hip, “we should do this more often.” He trailed across your skin and back between your legs, his lips hot to the touch. “Best breakfast I’ve ever had.” With that, he dived in, and began sucking and licking on your clit as if he truly was devouring a meal.

You squirmed, tugging on his hair particularly hard. He moaned into your flesh, and the roll of his hips into the mattress didn’t go unnoticed. “F-fuck.” Corbeau groaned, fingertips twitching against your hip, as if he was suddenly aware of his own burning desire. You could only imagine how hard he was against his boxers, which were probably soaked. The mental image made your stomach twist delightfully, and you pulled on his hair again. In response, he sucked harder on your clit, tongue pressing flat against the bud.

“M-my fucking beautiful angel.” Corbeau sighed, catching his breath between soft kisses to your inner thighs. His cheeks were flushed pink, a mix of hungry desire and soft admiration. “I love you.”

“I love you, beau.” You mumbled, hanging your head back on the pillow.

He placed a kiss directly on your clit. One, and then another, and another, until he was sucking once more. You were still burning, almost unbearably so. Clenching his head between your legs, his bedhead poking at your skin, you moaned for him. “Beau, please-“

Suddenly, he lifted his head and crawled over you, slamming his lips into yours. Your head spun. His erection poked at your thigh, painfully hard. “Don’t moan like that.” He grunted. “F-fuck, I need you. Right now.” His voice lilted upwards, “please. Please, can I-“

“Yes.” You whined, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, forcing his chest against yours. “Please.”

With one hand, he haphazardly attempted to pull his boxers off. You reached down to help him, maneuvering the fabric past his thighs, so his cock was free. When you brushed your hand over the tip he moaned, sticky precum dirtying your fingertips.

Corbeau’s alarm went off from the other side of the bed, loud and obnoxious, blaring of a jingle you’d come to hate. Before you could protest, though, he turned off the alarm and threw his phone across the room. It tumbled somewhere, sliding across the floor.

“Beau-“

“I can be late.” He continued to kiss you, drifting down your cheek and over your jaw. His teeth grazed your skin between kisses. Meanwhile, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it a few times before lining his tip with your entrance.“Traffic today is horrible. Nothing to be done about that.”

You couldn’t help but smile, running a hand through his hair. “No, I guess not.”

Corbeau pulled away, smirking gently, playfully. He leaned into your hand as it came down the side of his face, palm resting against your cheek. As he turned his head to kiss your palm, he pressed the tip of his cock inside you, leaving you with little time to adjust before sliding all the way inside, filing you completely. You both moaned.