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You're wet already and he's barely fucking tasted you. Fuck.

"Belle," he coos over the fabric, hands moving up your thighs and to your hips. He crawls up the bed and between your legs. Leans in to kiss you, deep and filthy and wet. "Let's take these off."

You nod, eager and help pull them off your legs. You're naked now, but you've never felt more comfortable anywhere than beneath his eyes. He kisses you again, like a reward almost, for being so patient. For holding still as his hands trail back down your body. He follows them and all the way back on the floor. Slips beteeen your legs like he belongs there.

Charles looks devastating between your spread thighs.

His hands grip at your hips, your sides. Arm curling around one thigh as you dangle it from his shoulder. Kisses the tender skin just below where you crave him most.

His gaze meets yours and the desire in them becoming visible makes you feel lightheaded. Like you'll float right out of your body if it weren't for the hands he has on you. Then his eyes leave yours and he doesn't hesitate as he leans forward, presses a few chaste open mouthed kisses to your swollen bud. Your toes curl.

"Beautiful," he whispers, reverent. Like it's truly a sight he could never tire off. Then he twirls his tongue around your clit and down, looks up at you as he presses filthy kisses all along your pussy. You can't help but whine, whimper his name like you rarely do. But it seems to spur him on, like he waited for you to let go of your last bit of control.

"Tell me what you want," he says, whispers, almost drowned out by the moans slipping off your tongue. "Tell me."

You want to tell him, I can't. Want him to know that you couldn't string two words together if you tried right now, but then he pulls off. Disappointed maybe in your lack of a response. His hands remain on your hips anchor you though. You're grateful for them and the easy way he pulls you up by the hand.

Now staring down at him and his flushed cheeks, his blown pupils and sweaty hair, you can't believe how stunning he is. You thumb at his slick lips and shiver when he kisses the pad of it softly. He looks ruined even though he's the one taking you apart.

"I want you to-- keep doing that," you say, some of that edge returning. Charles likes being told what to do, this is no different. "And I want you to fuck me, Charles. Yes?"

Your hands fly to the sheets on either side of your hips as he gets back to work, sinful mouth working you over like it's something he's done all his life.

You swallow, distracted by their smile. The confidence in the way they stand. How good they look, dressed to the nines to impress a crowd that doesn't deserve to be around them in the first place.

You think so at least. Can already imagine it, tugging Atlas back by the wrist. Back into the bedroom. Follow them below the sheets. Press as close as you can, close enough to feel them crawl beneath your skin. Stay.

"Good," you say, finding your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth. You clear your throat. Run your eyes down the length of them. Linger, a second, two on the cut of the trousers they're wearing. How they hug their thighs. Their hands by their hips and how even with an undone shirt they look gorgeous. Fit to be spread across a magazine cover.  Or beneath you, in bed. Wherever else they feel like pulling you on top of them again.

"Just good?" They ask, one brow rising. There's a knowing glint in their blue eyes. Playful and greedy both. Like they crave it. Your attenion. As much as you crave giving it to them.

"I can think of a few ways to improve my opinion."

They cross the few feet of space between you. Smile turning just a tad sharper. It's a stunning look on them.

"Is that so?" they ask, reaching out to fix the collar of your shirt. Their fingers linger on your throat, the delicate lines of it before dropping down to the buttons you have yet to close.

Your pulse jumps against their fingertips. "You'd look better down on your knees."

The smile on their lips drops. Just for a moment. As if you caught Atlas off guard and they're scrambling to catch up. You smile. Delighted at having surprised them when it's usually the other way around.

You should have expected them to catch up quick though.

"Well... if you think so." They shrug. Motion elegant even as colour rises to their cheeks. Their hands run down your chest. To the buckle you just fastened. They pop it open expertly. Cocky again, now that they're back in control as your breath stutters in youe throat.

Atlas drops to their knees, eyes staying on yours. Trails their hands down your chest.

"I'd hate to disappoint," they say.

And they don't. Atlas never does.

You cup his face after one of those times, intent to make him look at you as you fall apart on top of his dick and it seems to do the trick. His hands, strong and sure, come to rest on your bare hips where he slowly sucked hickeys into the skin when he first went down on you that night. They ache pleasantly beneath his touch. Remind you of the heights of pleasure he took you to with his tongue and fingers.

You shudder just thinking about it.

"Look at you," Carlos whispers, voice hoarse. Like it was ripped out of him involuntarily. You know the feeling. How unbelievable it is sometimes that he's yours. To touch and kiss and fuck. The same way you're his.

There's no place you'd rather be than here right now, sitting comfortably in his lap. The moon outside your opened window the only witness to what you're doing. Chasing pleasure for yourself as you are.

Sighing shakily, you brace your hands on his chest. That way you gain a little more leverage as you lift your hips. He lets out a quiet groan of his own, beautiful brown eyes fluttering shut. You already miss them. How he easily stripped you bare with just one look. You'd do anything he asked of you, the way his eyes always darkened that tad more reward enough as it is.

He allows you to go at your own pace, hands slackening around your hips. Your pace is slow at first, but you gain momentum in little time. Delighting in the way your skin sounds slapping against his. How good he feels filling you like that. He fits snugly into you and it's a blissful feeling.

His grip tightens at some point, a warning his dark eyes. You're used to it, the way he wants to savour it, feel you move up and down his dick until you're dripping.

"Slower," he says, demands, like you expected him to. Then you're whimpering, the sound quiet amidst the blood rushing into your head when he pushes you down and into the sheets. Blankets you with his body, wide chest so damn warm on top of you before he leans back a bit. One of his hands moves over your thigh and to your chest. He thumbs over your nipple. Teases the tender peak with a mean scrape of his nail. Your toes curl.

"I want to make this last," he adds, voice sounding distant, like he's lost in the image of you bared beneath him. The way your body so easily accepts him when he slips back in. Like you're made to be filled by him. Made to be fucked and kissed by Carlos only.

You eagerly melt into the kiss he draws you in and then he pulls one of your legs over his hips to be even closer.

He doesn't look much better with his disheveled hair and blown pupils. You're both a mess, but you wouldn't have it any other way. Especially not with the way you're spread open beneath him right now. Legs wrapped around his waist and his dick hot and heavy in you. You've been fucking for some time now. He's made you cum once. Twice. Maybe more. Who is taking count? Not you, that's for sure. Not with the way your brain is all over the place. Anything beyond Charles and the way he fills you up unimportamt.

You don't think anything beyond that will ever be important to you again now that you've finally gotten a taste of him. Now that he's given in to the undeniable pull between you two. Fuck. Why did he make you wait for so long?

"Belle," he says, voice hushed. He likes doing that you've come to learn. Just look at you, for a minute or two. Wait until you start squirming beneath him. Until your knee digs into his side and you grow impatient.

"Move," you reply, bossy. He seems to like it. Cheeks growing darker as he settles back on top of you and pushes in all the way. You groan, eyes fluttering shut. Fuck, he feels good. Just like that. All the way in, until you feel full. He pushes out slowly, makes you really feel him. All the way to his tip. It's enough to make you tremble.

"Like that?" he asks, but he sounds as breathless as you feel. You smile. It's good to know you have the same effect on him.

"You're an ass," you reply. Just to say something. Can't have him have the last word. You never could, even when you weren't under him. Weren't shaking apart the way you're now.

You move slowly. Hands too busy exploring all that endless expanse of skin he's finally bared for you but when you finally, finally sink to your knees you feel shaky. A little unmoored. Like your center of gravity is Carlos, standing in front of you. Holding all the power.

His hand squeezes the front of his underwear and you swallow. Nervous and eager and everything in between before he pulls out his cock, holds himself at the base. He strokes his hand down the length. Once, twice, tip glistening already. Steps closer. Until you have to tilt your head back. You swallow again, mouth watering and then try to reach out. 

"No, no," he says, voice quiet. Shakes his head as he says it. "Your mouth."

That part you know. Your lips part. And you feel a little delirious already. A little drunk on the heady tension and the sheer power he has over you. He rubs the tip of his cock against your lips and you whine, tone high. Embarrassment flushes up the back of your neck, but he doesn't stop. Doesn't step away. 

"I don't know what to do," you mumble, lips slick with spit and precum. You stare up at him again, hands uselessly hanging between your spread thighs. Feel your fingers twitch. It'd be so easy to reach between your legs. Give him a different kind of show. One that will have him crawl between your thighs before you manage to tip over the edge, but there's a warning in his dark eyes. Tonight is not about you. At least not yet. 

"Let me teach you," he says instead, patient, despite the way he keeps stroking his hand up and down his cock. You nod. Because you want to and because he's been so good to you. Patient and slow until you said yes.

You lick your lips. Can taste him a little already when he starts guiding his cock into your mouth. Slowly, just until your eyes flutter shut. Until your hands fly to his thighs. You hold on. Thankful for something to ground you as he keeps feeding his cock into your mouth.

You moan, the sound vibrating up his length. Feel instant gratification when he sighs above you. Enjoying the sight of your lips stretched around him. And the way you let him use you.

"Like that," he says, voice hoarse. "Sweet. So sweet for me."

He stills then. Like he knows it's all you can take. Allows you a second to breathe through your nose. The weight of him on your tongue is different than you imagined. Not unpleasant. Much like his taste and you grow bold. Swirl your tongue around the head as best as you can before he pulls out a little. Just enough for you to chase him.

"Hold still," he demands. And you do. Your eyes flutter back open and the sight you're greeted with makes you shiver. Carlos looks as ruined as you feel and then he smiles, a little mean but mostly pleased and then thrusts forward. Just a little. Fucks your mouth in a steady rhythm that gives you trouble keeping up. But you try to anyway. Too addicted to his taste. The way he keeps staring at you. Mouth dropped open and those dark, dark eyes full of wonder.

Your mouth waters at the sight, but you're slow as you lean in, kissing the skin around his stiffening cock. Your hand comes up to his shaft and he's already hot beneath your touch.

You roll your wrist. Just like you always do to drive him wild in two seconds flat and then kiss the head of his cock. Lick over the shiny tip as you go. Lewis curses above you, like he's torn between telling you to hurry up and put your mouth to good use or let you take your time. In the end he doesn't say much of anything. Instead he buries one of his hands in your hair, finds something to hold onto as you lick once more over his tip.

His head falls bsck with a dull thud and you hide a smile into the soft skin of Lewis' thigh. Eyes eagerly following the way Lewis' throat bobs as he swallows. It only take a moment for Lewis to look back down. Like he can't bear not to watch.

Finally, you wrap your lips around his cock. Your back arches, eyes rolling closed despite wanting to see him fall apart. You can't help it, not with the way he's looking at you; with his weight and taste on your tongue. A flush crawls up the back of your neck.

You move carefully, brushing one of your hands down Lewis' leg and to his knee. Dip your head low as you try to fit more of Lewis' cock into your mouth. It's hard though, with Lewis' girth. The best you can do is alternate between bobbing your head and sucking at the tip. Use one of your hands to jerk him off where your mouth can't reach.

You draw your tongue along his slit and Lewis' whole body shifts, legs falling open around your head. Both of his hands are in your hair now, slowly helping guide your mouth back down his cock and you're eager to obey. The tip brushes the back of your throat but you relax swiftly, hear the praise on Lewis' lips taper off into a moan.

"Baby, you're too good at this," he says above you, hands pulling a little at your hair. Your eyes roll back and you moan around his cock. The praise immediately going to where you crave him most as one of your own hands trails down your body. You find the apex of your thighs and hum around him. Run one of your fingers over your slick folds before rubbing over your nub. Your back arches once more.

Panting, you pull off Lewis' dick. A string of spittle connecting your lips to the head. You wipe your nose, not sure when it had grown runny and then kiss the shiny tip of his dick again.

"Let me look at you," he says then, voice hoarse from pleasure. You look up, eyes a little watery and smile. The ruined expression on his face exactly what you had been thinking about since you crawled between his legs.

"Made for this, aren't you, baby?" he asks, "Look at your lips stretched around my cock. Fuck."