#behemoth pedro pascal

It was a rainy night of autumn. I parked the car in the garage and sighed as I turned the engine off and leaned into the wheel, the tiredness of working all day was finally starting to creep up my body.

I reached the front door with lazy steps and hanged my coat on the entry, all the lights were off except for a warm light that came from the living room, accompanied by sighs and papers that were being scattered.

My feet moved cautiously as I leaned over the frame of the door to just stare at him. His back faced towards me, covered by a white shirt that let me see his muscles through it. His brown curls were messy as if he had been touching his hair more than necessary. In the reflection of the window, I could see his cello between his bare legs, he was only wearing a pair of black briefs, while his hands rested on the neck and strings of the instrument.

He was analysing the sheet music over and over again that he didn’t noticed me yet, so I approached him from the back and placed my hand on his tensed shoulder.

“Alex, you’re still here”

Alex raised his head and sighed as he lookedby the reflection of the window and placed his big hand on mine “Sorry, I lost track of time with the cello” his fingers lingered on the strings

I kissed the crown of his head and ran my hands trough his hair, trying to fix the mess even if he looked good “It’s okay, stay the night if you need to” I said as I walked around to stand in front of him

His hand creeped softly towards my waist, pulling me into him to rest his chin on my stomach while he looked up at me “I wish I could kiss you softly” he lowered his voice as he pulled me softly into his lap “bring you to bed” his nose touching my neck while his lips ghosted my collarbone “and fuck you slow like we always do….but I need to practice for the film, this soundtrack is important”

I could feel the heat pooling on my stomach, how my legs trembled and how the desire started to grow as I was sitting on top of him “You can’t just say that to me Alex and then do nothing about it” I couldn’t wait so I started giving him soft pecks all over his face

“Baby” he murmured, one of his hand roamed all of my back while the other kept holding the cello “I promise I’ll give you whatever you need after I practice”

“I can tell you’ve been here all day Alex” i raised my eyes to look at him “just a few minutes, I’ll be good” I carefully took my underwear off as repositioned my hips on his lap, now straddling only on one of his thighs.

Alex’s hands tightened on my waist “mhm. you sure you’re gonna be comfortable?”

I nodded as i gave a soft movement that made my lips part “Yes. please, keep playing the cello”

Alex’s jaw tightened as he swallowed and immediately started playing the cello again. His hands gripped the bow, playing some staccato notes that made my skin bump while I rubbed against his thigh. Some breathy moans left my mouth as he tensed his leg, making me grip the collar of his shirt. Mi clit rubbed against his thigh everytime my hips rocked back and forth as he struggled to keep his hands playing the right notes.

“You’re messing some notes” I teased, whispering in his ear whilst my hips increased the pace

He didn’t answered but i could feel how his jaw tensed and how he started playing harder, the notes were getting stronger with each movement of the bow against the strings. My forehead came to rest on the side of his neck and my hands gripped tightly around his body, the sensation of the climax was starting to creep up on my stomach.

“Alex” a breathy moan of his name was everything i was able to say. I bit softly the flesh of his shoulder as I let myself come undone on his thigh.

Alex groaned and closed his eyes as he slowly finished playing the cello and placed the bow on the music stand. His hands finally came to hold my trembling body “I got you baby” embracing my back and kissing the top of my head “You’re spectacular. Breathtaking” He leaned over and started to press soft kisses on my jaw and lips as his hands moved down to grip my hips “Now let me take care of you, feel how much i want you” he murmured against my mouth as the cello was now forgotten.

The warmth of his hands lifting me and guiding us towards the couch made the heat pool warm up my stomach again. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him down to meet my lips as he wrapped his arms around me. His brown eyes big and dark while he kissed and touched every inch of me.