#cold storage

the second his car arrived and the door opened, he was already talking. “hey. nice place, way nicer than i pictured- not that i pictured it, but- you know” he ran a hand through his hair to push it back. teacakes hair was long, and parted down the middle. he had dark roots and yellow-blonde waved hair, and he was wearing some faded white t shirt and black pants. he smelt of some cheap musky cologne and the typical familiar hint of weed.

you smiled as he approached “thanks.. thanks for coming all the way out here by the way, i appreciate it.”

“totally. of course.” he stepped up on your porch and pulled out two familiar bags. one halfway full of a pearly white powder, and one full of marijuana. “here you go. it’s uh.. on me tonight. consider it a house-call discount”

he seemed more fidgety than normal. maybe because of the setting. coming to your house was different than meeting in a dark parking lot, something about it felt intimate as you two stood on your porch out in the cold kansas night.

“on you? are you sure?” it took you off guard, you definitely looked surprised but pleased. you already had to pay for your car to get fixed, so you surely weren’t gonna turn down the opportunity for a free restock.

“totally sure. i mean, it’s not a big deal or anything… just felt like it. you’re one of my best customers.” he laughed a little embarrassed “that sounded like i have a lot of customers, i don’t. well, i do-“

you cut him off before he could ramble any more “i appreciate it, really.” you stood in silence for a few awkward seconds before you decided to take a chance. “do you wanna.. come in? maybe you could do it with me?” you figured since he was giving it to you for free, sharing with him was the least you could do.

his big brown eyes widened, they were full of shock before his brain caught up and he nodded a little too eagerly “yeah. yeah, sure.”

you nodded back and turned towards your front door to open it, letting him inside, and watching as he glanced around at everything in your home.

“cool place. smells nice.” he cleared his throat and gestured around the small living area “so where do we uh…” teacake couldn’t seem to find the right words to describe what was about to happen.

you pointed towards the couch “there is fine.” he sat down near you, a few inches apart on the two-seater couch. you could tell he was nervous, you hadn’t considered that he probably didn’t partake with his customers often. his palms kept rubbing against the top of his pants, you assumed he was sweating.

you both started with the weed, doing rips off a bong that was already sitting on your coffee table, taking turns. teacake lit the bong, and pulled it for you each time. you’d told him that you knew how to do it, obviously, but he insisted. after a while he leaned back against the couch cushions, looking way more relaxed than when he arrived. you shifted closer to him and leaned your head against the couch cushion as your eyes traveled down his side profile. he got prettier the more you looked at him, or maybe the higher you got. it was getting harder to ignore your attraction for him.

“what’s this, mm?” you gestured towards the side of his neck where a tattoo went vertically under his ear. it said “howdy”.

teacake’s body stilled as he swallowed hard, shrugging a bit dismissively. “oh. that? got it a bit ago, thought it was the funniest thing in the world. still kinda do, i guess.” he turned his head slightly towards you, letting you look closer at his soft marked up skin.

your fingers moved to brush the hair from his ear, fingers gently lingering on the warm skin of his tattoo. “it is funny.” a soft laugh left your lips “i like it.” you started to trace the letters as he remained still, gaze fixed on some random place across the room. teacake had been hoping for the past few months that he hadn’t been dreaming, he’d noticed subtle things that you’d do but told himself you wouldn’t be interested. couldn’t be interested in someone like him. he wasn’t sure if he believed that anymore now that your fingers were on his skin, but he still seemed completely oblivious in your eyes.

your fingers moved to travel through the hair on the nape of his neck “you have nice hair, teacake.” his hair was soft, and thick, you could’ve run your fingers through it all night.

he let out a soft laugh, it sounded flustered. “it’s just hair, kinda fried too, probably. you have nice hair too though, real nice. super….”

he was rambling again, as he did so often. you found it endearing if you were being honest. he seemed incapable of processing the compliment as anything other than bizarre. he wasn’t pulling away from where your fingers were toying with his hair, but he surely wasn’t leaning in like you’d want him to either.

“so uh- the coke? you wanna…?” he gestured towards the small bag sitting on your coffee table and you nodded. teacake made two small neat lines of the pearly powder on the table as you leaned down with one nostril plugged to inhale the powder. teacake was holding his breath, watching you, and briefly reached out to hold your hair back while you snorted a line. the feeling of his large hand gathering your hair made you shudder more than the effects of the line did. teacake watched you the entire time, whispering “woah” to himself, as he watched the way your pupils enlarged.

an immediate rush started to buzz in your skull as you leaned back and his hand left your hair. teacake took his line much faster than you did, all nervous energy as he quickly sat back up and blinked rapidly, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. everything seemed to feel sharper between the two of you, space closing without either of you even realizing it. you turned slightly towards him and your knee brushed against his thigh, he seemed jittery, leg bouncing up and down.

you watched him for a long minute as he took another line, then a grin plastered onto his face.

“you have really nice eyes. all big and brown.” your brain felt fuzzy, but your vision was tunneled on him and the way his lips parted after every compliment. on the way his eyes widened and how his long lashes curled when he’d look up. on the way he’d run a hand through his hair and you’d catch how it’d flex the muscles in his bicep. his hands were so veiny, they looked rough and calloused. his sideburns were so prominent. his hair was so pretty. everything about him stuck out more to you now, and it was getting harder and harder to not launch yourself on top of him and taste his skin.

he let out a huff of laughter, leaning back, all relaxed and his body pliant. you were certain he didn’t even notice how hard you were staring. “yeah? they’re just.. brown. kinda muddy.” he tilted his head towards you. “yours are nicer.” you weren’t sure if your mind was playing tricks on you, but you were certain you watched him lean in.

the conversation kept flowing. lightly, and slightly awkward. teacake seemed to get chattier as he got higher, his eyes wide in some sort of nervous excitement that was making you feel dizzy just from watching him. it felt like hours went by. you were laughing at everything he was saying, maintaining eye contact, moving closer, angling your body towards him and even biting on your bottom lip occasionally as he looked at you. but nothing seemed to register to him. it was infuriating and sexy at the same time. he was so clueless.

after he leaned back from taking another rip from the bong, your hand traveled to his arm, lightly brushing the skin of his forearm. your fingers delicately traced the soft skin. he had a large blue inked snake tattoo there, you knew what it meant, so you didn’t ask. but your fingers continued tracing the skin, tracing the shape and pattern where the skin was still slightly raised.

a full body shudder seemed to go through him at the gentle feeling on what he considered one of the worst parts of him. he tilted his head to look over at you. the second he saw your face, it seemed like everything clicked for him. everything finally made sense to him.

he angled his body towards you and slide a hand over to carefully rest on your waist, it hovered in the air for a long second before he finally made contact with your skin. “is this.. okay? am i getting this?”

“yeah, you’re getting it now.” you said softly, but you couldn’t hide the anticipation flooding through you. you’d wanted him for so long, wanted him to make a move or do something for so long. his hand on your hip felt like a live wire, and your veins were humming in response.

“alright. good. that’s good.” teacakes voice dropped, becoming more confident. it was more than clear to him now that you wanted him, that he was wanted by you. he saw it in the way your cheeks were pink, the way you kept shifting your thighs, the way you swallowed nervously every-time he looked at you. he was surely gonna give you everything you’d need now that he knew. he was a people pleaser after all.

teacake was the kind of guy who would do anything anybody asked of him, which is probably why he had this job in the first place. this specific scenario though? this was something teacake would gladly do without argument, he’d please you in any way you asked of him.

he leaned in and you watched his eyelids flutter shut before his lips connected to yours. it started soft, like he still wasn’t sure if he should be kissing you, but you kissed back immediately. melting against him as your hands came up to press flat on his chest. he let out a small surprised gasp sound as you did, and immediately matched your energy. the hand that was on your hip moved to your back, pulling you into him until you were shifting to straddle his lap. teacakes hands went straight back to your torso, spanning so much skin. his hands were large, covering most of your stomach as he gripped onto skin.

your mouth moved downwards, kissing down his jawline and the skin of his neck until you found the hollow of his throat. sucking softly on the skin there, your tongue soothing over skin that teeth would graze. his neck was so pretty, you bit down gently but hard enough to leave a mark. teacake seemed to jolt in response to your teeth sinking into his neck, his fingers roaming up from your hips to span your ribs and shift to grab onto your breasts. he moaned at the feeling.

“yeah.. jus like that. more, please.” his head fell back on the cushions, the long line of his pale throat completely exposed. covered in goosebumps and saliva from your open mouthed kisses.

his long fingers slid under your shirt, one hand pressing against your bare skin and sliding over your stomach and gripping at your hip. his other hand was moving all over your thigh, tracing your bare skin as his fingers would lightly graze the edge of your cotton shorts.

teacakes mouth searched for yours again with a small grin on his face. your hands moved back up to tangle in his blonde hair, gripping at the roots and grinding yourself down on his lap. the second your hips rolled against his, he was yanking your shirt over your head. movements clumsy because of how urgent they were. “sorry.. im just..” he cut himself off with a shake of his head as he moaned when you dragged over his aching bulge.

he pulled his own shirt off, and your eyes were immediately glazed over in desire. he was pale, and lean with a soft tummy and the most beautiful chest hair you’d ever seen. it was thick, and traveled from the hollow of his throat down to his sternum, leading all the way down to a cock you were certain was going to split you open based on how thick it felt through his pants.

his lips immediately found yours again, his tongue diving deeper into your mouth and the taste of him made your head spin. this time his lips traveled, moving down your jaw and chest until his kiss swollen pink lips began to move over the skin falling out of your bra. teacakes fingers worked quickly, unfastening your bra and pushing it it down so his mouth could latch onto one of your peaked nipples.

you felt your back arch, soundlessly begging for more of his attention. his sucking became tighter and hungrier, cheeks hollowing out. he groaned as your body responded to him, hands gripping your hips tightly to hold you steady on his lap, using his grip to roll your hips, grinding you against his throbbing cock.

he pulled back from your tit, lips glistening and eyes glassy as he stuttered over his words “need to be inside you, that.. that okay?”

you shook your head, fighting back a pleased smile as you pushed his head back down to your body. you had all the time in the world, what was the rush?

his mouth went back to your tits, tongue and lips working over your skin as he’d alternate from soft licks to desperate sucks. teacakes hands were sliding down from your hips to grip at your ass. you could feel how wet you were, soaking through the thin fabric and probably onto his pants too. his fingers moved to hook into your waistband, sliding his hand into the front of your shorts and exploring the heat. fingers sliding all over your soaked and messy pussy, thumb pressing firm on your clit to make you jolt in his lap before he shifted his weight to lay you down on the couch below him. it took no time for your shorts and panties to be pulled down your legs.

he let out a groan as soon as he saw how wet you were, pussy coated and clenching around the cold air. the insides of your thighs were slick as you squirmed. he gripped onto your hips and pulled your legs over shoulders, lowering his head to dive into you. his tongue was flat at first, slow broad strokes gathering every ounce before his nose began to rub against your clit. his hands left your hips to go in between your thighs, thumbs spreading you wide for him while his tongue began to flick back and forth. he was a mess. groaning repeatedly, shifting his hips on the couch to rut against the cushions. his tongue moved upwards, tracing patterns on your clit before he was flattening it hard and pressing it against you. he wasn’t all that coordinated, but man, he was eager.

you felt your entire body tremble, aching for release, back arching off the couch to press harder on his face. your hands were tugging on his hair, holding him there until he could only breathe in the scent of you. “fu-fuck, …oh! right there…. mmmph” his mouth was much more effective when he was nose deep in your pussy, and not rambling about any thought he’d come up with.

the second two of his long fingers slid into you, you broke. you were moaning his name loud and breathy, squirming as your orgasm crashed over your body, leaving you boneless and breathless on the couch.

he came up for air, panting, and he looked gorgeous. face covered in your cum. his chin, lips and nose were glistening in your arousal. as soon as the last of your trembling subsided, teacake pulled his fingers out of you and sat up, quickly moving to pull his pants down.

the second his thick cock was out you were mesmerized. long, girthy and veiny- but what caught your eye was the kings crown piercing right on the red head of his cock. you’d never been with a man who had a piercing there, and the sight was making you drool. you could imagine it. imagine the cold metal rubbing against you, reaching parts of you that you didn’t even know existed yet.

he looked wrecked, eyes pleading and wide “c’mon baby, lemme fuck you. lemme wreck this pussy, baby… just tell me how you want it.. tell me what you want me to do” teacakes hips rocked forward slowly, letting the tip of his cock circle against your clit and tease your entrance. the piercing caught on your clit for a second, rubbing in a pleasure filled pain that made you gasp as your eyes widened. the second his tip slipped in to part you, the cold metal rubbed against your walls and you both let out long moans that went on forever, eyes rolling back into your head.

your hips arched up, begging for more. you didn’t care how he was fucking you. you’d have done any position, as long as it meant his cock was gonna be in your tight walls, pulsing inside of you. “don’t- don’t care how.. just want you s’bad… tea-“

“travis.” he corrected softly. “ i want you to say my name when im in you, okay?” his eyes were a little vulnerable, open in a way you hadn’t seen before as he pushed forward again. stretching you deliciously.

“mhmmm, travis. okay.” you nodded frantically, brain scrambled and unable to think properly as his thick dick continued breaching you. the stretch was intense, bordering on pain as his cock slowly began to fill you entirely. his eyes were squeezed shut, jaw tight and clenched as he breathed through his nose.

his cock was buried deep inside you when he began withdrawing tentatively, but following with deeper and more confident thrusts. he leaned down and captured your lips, moaning into your mouth as his tongue mimicked the filthy rhythm of his hips. he was frantic, slightly clumsy, but completely consumed. his thrusts were becoming long and deep, hitting every sensitive spot inside of you. your hands reached up to tangle in his hair before cradling his cheek as he kissed you. travis leaned into the touch like a man starved before panting against your palm and pressing open mouthed kisses to the damp salty skin.

“feeling you.. all wrapped around me like this… god, you feel perfect.” the sensation of his piercing was like nothing you’d ever felt before, the cold metal dragging against your walls and stimulating every inch of your insides. pussy clenching around him as you felt the friction of the bead catch on spongy spots inside of you.

“travis..harder…harder.. i can take it.” you were breathlessly begging, your lower stomach full of a pleasure that would snap at any moment. shudders continuously ran through your body.

“shit- okay, anything you want.” his cock slammed into you then, jolting your body forward on the couch. you felt lightheaded, brain completely blank as he reached spots of you that left you babbling incoherently. your hands were digging into his back, nails close to piercing through the skin as he went harder and harder to chase his release.

travis was sweating, forehead pressing against yours as you both panted into eachothers mouths before he turned his head to the side to moan loudly. your mouth moved instantly, tongue darting out to trail on the tattoo on the side of his neck, tasting the sweet salty sweat that had gathered. the taste of him caused your release to crash over you, you gasped against his neck, biting down onto his skin to muffle the desperate sounds leaving your lips.

you expected your orgasm to induce his own, but it only made him go harder. thick hands angling your hips to shift his position, gripping onto your breasts that were bouncing frantically underneath him. his body was trembling, muscles coiled together tightly, sweat dampening his chest hair as his tummy rolled slightly against yours with every long stroke of his cock.

you were so sensitive, moaning uncontrollably as you guided his lips back to yours in a messy clash. his body stilled completely as your tongue fucked into his mouth, and he pulled out instantly to paint your stomach with hot white stripes of his cum. panting heavily as his chest was rising and falling, cum still shooting out of his cock while his hand stroked himself firmly to milk his cock dry. he was gripping your skin tightly with his opposite hand, steadying himself. you were both silent for awhile afterwards, catching your breath, before he broke the silence, inevitably.

“so that was-“ gaining a nervous edge to his voice again.

you interrupted him before he could say anything stupid. “do you want to.. i don’t know..we could rinse off? together?”

a goofy grin took place on his lips immediately “yeah? yeah. that sounds..” he quickly tried to compose himself, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, even though he was just destroying your pussy in ways you knew you wouldn’t find with anyone else “i mean yeah, that’s cool.”

he stood up, still beautifully naked on unsteady feet and offered his hands to help you up. his eyes were still raking over you. fucked out, hair messy, cheeks flushed and lips swollen. he was mesmerized.

“god.. you’re just so- lead the way” you smiled and blushed a little, walking towards the bathroom in the hall.

you stepped into the shower and under the water first, watching him step in behind you. the water beaded down his body, his hair darkening as he pushed it back.

he was so beautiful. too beautiful for his own good. your eyes moved further down, watching how the water caught in his chest hair and dripped down into his happy trail. it made your mouth water all over again. his hands settled on your hips gently, thumbs stroking your skin as he leaned into kiss your flushed cheeks, murmuring against your skin “y’know this is a lot better than just.. leaving”

“i know.” a soft smile played on your lips as he continued kissing your cheeks and began to help wash the his cum off of your torso. “i might just have to invite you to come in again sometime”

teacake grinned a little, huffing out a quiet laugh against your cheek before he teased “might have to keep giving you a discount.”

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But some of the board members weren’t convinced, hence the back and forth with his lawyer.

Travis was trying his best to follow along with the hearing but there was so much legal jargon and honestly, he was starting to lose hope for an early release. His lawyer had told him that it wasn’t likely, that he was meant to be in prison for another three years and a book club and a writing program likely wasn’t enough.

He hadn’t even told you about the hearing. He hadn’t wanted you to get your hopes up. You—the girl he had been with since high school. The one who had never given up on him, even when he made a stupid, stupid mistake and ended up with a five year federal prison sentence. You had been angry, upset even (rightly so) but you still loved him. You loved him so much that you promised him you’d wait and he promised you a ring the moment he was out.

Letters were the way your relationship was currently playing out. Two, maybe three letters a week. Honestly, being in prison meant that his letters didn’t offer much. Travis would tell you how bad the food was, how much he missed you and what book he had read that week. Your letters were far more interesting—with various stories from your job at a book store (his favourite story being the elderly women who came in weekly to buy the latest erotica), how annoying your coworkers were being and if he was really lucky details about what you’d do to him if he was home already. He had to remind you that all your letters were read by prison officers but fuck, he still loved when you got dirty like that. He was grateful that his cell mate had been moved to a different block after his attempted escape because it meant Travis could wrap his hand around his thick cock as he imagined how fucking wet you’d finally be when he could—

“Mr. Meacham?”

Travis blinked. He looked up to see the entire courtroom looking at him.

He curses himself for his borderline out of control horniness but in his defence, Travis missed you and he had been in prison for almost two years now.

“Yeah?” Travis replies, looking directly at the board member who had addressed him.

“Your appliance for early release has been approved. We’ll need a week to prepare the papers for your release but—”

Travis didn’t hear the rest. He could barely believe it. He had been so in his head about you that he had missed a full five minutes of the hearing. And apparently, in those five minutes, his fate had been decided. Early release in a week. There would be conditions of course, he’d need a job. He’d need to keep himself in line. But it meant home. And more importantly, it meant coming home to you.

You’re the first person Travis calls. His lawyer hands him her phone and Travis’ fingers scramble to dial your number. You were probably at work—you were most definitely at work—but he had to tell you. To hear your voice, to—

“Sandra?” Your voice comes through the phone and Travis could cry. “What’s wrong? Is everything okay? Is Travis okay—”

“—baby, baby, it’s me.”

There was silence and then—

“Tea?” you say quietly and Travis’ heart breaks a little at the concern in your voice. “What—why are you calling from Sandra’s phone? You’re not in trouble or—”

“No—no, no. Not in trouble. The opposite of trouble.”

“What do you—”

“—I got granted early release, baby. I’m coming home.”

Some more silence and then—

You let out a loud squeal of joy that was so full of unadulterated happiness that Travis couldn’t help but smile. Couldn’t help the way that his eyes stung with tears when he heard your own tears of happiness almost coming through the phone.“You’re coming home, Tea!” You repeated over and over again, as though you could barely believe it. “You’re coming home.”

The next week involved several hearings about the terms of his release. He would need to find a job within two months. He had to report to his parole officer every week for the next six months. He couldn’t leave the state without notifying his parole officer and he had to be on his best behaviour for—well, the rest of his life. But it was all worth it in the end, when he could be free and he could finally, finally be with you.

The day Travis was released, you showed up thirty minutes early. You had told yourself it was because you were being mindful of traffic but really, you had been ready for hours and you couldn’t sit idly for much longer. 

You felt a strange mix of nerves, excitement and apprehension. It bubbled in your stomach and made you feel both hot and cold at the same time. Your blood was practically humming through your veins. The times you had seen Travis over the past two years had been through a window with a telephone as a means to communicate. Those non-contact visits mostly ended with you holding back tears and Travis’ large hand pressed to the glass before he was taken away. But the thought of seeing him properly now, of being able to touch him—

The sound of your phone’s alarm ringing obnoxiously pulls you back into reality. He’d be out any minute now. You hoped that the paperwork wouldn’t take long. You didn’t know if you could wait even two more minutes without him.

You glance toward the prison entrance and when you see a figure dressed in a grey sweatshirt and sweatpants walking towards your car? You let out a loud shriek.

You scramble, trying to get out of your car as quickly as possible.

Travis is laughing but you’re barely listening as you race towards him. He stops in the middle of the parking lot, arms wide and ready for you to launch yourself at him. And you do exactly that.

Your arms wrap around his neck and your legs wound themselves around his waist as you press kiss after kiss to his face. You barely even register the fact you were crying until you feel him wipe away your tears.

“Oh—baby, baby. Don’t cry, don’t cry. I’m here.” Travis murmurs, his own voice breaking a little as he pulls away enough to look at you. One of his hands was tucked beneath your ass to support you while the other was cupping your cheek, thumb still gently wiping away your tears. “M’right here. Not going anywhere. Not again. Not ever again.”

You make a sound somewhere between a sob and laugh before you lean in. And for the first time in nearly two years, you kiss your boyfriend. You don’t care if you’re in the middle of a prison parking lot, don’t care that there was probably people watching the two of you—you didn’t give a fuck about anything that wasn’t Travis.

Your lips meet in a kiss that was anything but careful. It was needy, hungry—lips crashing together with two damn years of missing each other. Travis’ mouth was warm and insistent, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that had you tugging at his hair. The kiss alone had your core aching.

Travis was the first to pull away and you whine shamelessly at the loss of contact, attempting to chase his lips. You manage to catch him and coax him to part his lips. You hum as you suck gently on his tongue, resulting in a low groan coming from him, coupled with a firm squeeze of your ass.

“Baby—not here. I don’t want to get thrown back in for public indecency,” Travis says thickly, forcing himself to pull away from you again. You know it was a struggle since you could feel every thick ridge of his already hard cock beneath his sweatpants.

Quite honestly, you wanted Travis to bend you over the hood of the nearest car (you weren’t even particularly fussed if that car wasn’t your own) and take you in the middle of the parking lot. Who could blame you? You had missed Travis. Missed him and the way he spoke with so much passion for everything. The gentle way he loved you and how you were sure—with everything you had in you and more—that Travis was it for you. Even when people looked at you like you were crazy for not giving up when they found out where your boyfriend was, even when your parents had tried (not so subtly) to set you up at dinner parties once Travis was officially behind bars. But you also had needs—you were stupidly horny and your rose toy and vibrator could only do so much.

“Okay, okay,” you huff as Travis carefully sets you back down on the ground but not before leaving a final, lingering kiss to your lips. One that was just a little bit more restrained but still made Travis’ cock twitch beneath his sweatpants. “But when we’re back home—”“—once we’re back home? We’re not leaving the bed for days.”

The front door was barely shut behind you before Travis was on you.

Your hands were back in his hair, his hands were desperately relearning your body. Every curve, every dip, every inch of skin he could find.

“You’re still so fucking gorgeous,” Travis murmurs against your skin as his lips find that spot on your neck that made your toes curl and pussy throb. “My gorgeous, gorgeous girl. Can’t believe I was without you for two years.”

You squeal as Travis’ hands squeeze the globes of your ass before he picks you up with ease.

“Tea—you don’t have to—we can just—”

“—you think the first time in two years that I’m going to fuck you is going to be in our doorway? Absolutely not,” Travis says as he carries you through your apartment, his brown eyes sweeping over every new photograph, potted plant and decorative cushion that you had added to the apartment over the two years he had been absent. “We’re doing this the good old fashioned way,” he tells you before he kicks the bedroom door open. You laugh but the sound quickly turns into another shriek as he throws you down onto the bed.

“Tea! I could have broken my neck—”

But the words die on your lips when Travis tugs off his sweatshirt and the t-shirt beneath. Because—holy shit. It was clear from the size of his arms he had been working out and you wanted to lick every square inch of his biceps, wanted to run your tongue along every line of his tattoo that he hadn’t when he had left. But he was still Travis, his stomach was still soft, chest still covered with a generous smattering of dark hair and fuck, the sight of his happy trail alone made you so much more slick between your legs.

Travis sees how distracted you’ve become and smiles, leaning down to plant his hands either side of your thighs. His breath fans over your cheek, hot and making your brain momentarily short circuit. 

“Strip, baby,” he whispers. “C’mon, show Travy what he’s been missing.”

You bite back a laugh as you look up at him. “Talking about yourself in third person, really?”

Travis shrugs before he leans back to watch you. “What? You don’t like it?”

You roll your eyes and, instead of answering, you lift your shirt over your head and throw it unceremoniously to the other side of the room. Travis’ brown eyes were wide as he stared at you, now only in your bra and jeans, in complete and utter awe. 

“Fuck, baby—look at you,” he murmurs, large hands finding home on your waist like he can’t help himself. “Still so fucking perfect. Even more perfect. God—look at you—”

Your face feels hot, you feel warm all over and you want nothing more than to tug him down and kiss him until you forgot your own name. But instead—you pull his hands away from your waist so you could reach behind to unclip your bra.

Your breasts spill free and Travis is groaning at the mere sight of them.

“Holy fuck—sweetheart—”

His hands reach out again but you swat them away, despite the fact that every part of your body was thrumming with want. Despite the fact you were so desperately horny that your panties already felt soaked through. But you push your wants aside, your eyes remaining locked with Travis’ as your fingers dance teasingly along your skin. Travis swallows as he watches you cup your own breasts, the large bulge straining against his sweatpants when you let out a soft moan as your fingertip brushes over one of your pebbled peaks.

“You’re being mean, sweet girl,” Travis groans, his voice a little whiny. The sound made you clench around nothing.

“Why am I being mean, Tea?” You ask breathlessly, looking up at Travis as you lay back on your bed. “Just stripping like you asked me to.”

You continue to play idly with your own nipples and you watch in satisfaction as Travis’ jaw clenches. His hands were curled into fists by his side as though he was holding himself back from tearing the rest of your clothes off and burying himself inside you to the hilt.

“Teasin’ me. Touchin’ yourself when you know I want to be the one doing it. I mean—shit—look at your tits. Just want them in my fucking mouth, angel. It’s been so fucking long. I’m so fucking hard that I’m going lightheaded.”

You bite back a smile as your hands continue to glide over your skin, moving from your breasts, down to your stomach and then to the waistband of your jeans.

“Oh, Tea,” you hum as you unbutton your jeans at a tortuous pace. Travis’ mouth is hanging open a little, big brown eyes flickering over you as though he couldn’t quite decide on where to look. “My poor, sweet Tea.”

You manage to unzip your jeans and watch as Travis exhales shakily before you start to slide both your jeans and panties down your thighs.

“Holy—”

It was all Travis could think to say when you were finally laid bare for him. Your jeans and underwear were thrown somewhere near the laundry basket but neither you or Travis really cared. Especially when Travis could see the mess between your thighs, clear as day. How puffy and swollen your clit was, how desperate for attention it was. How your arousal had coated your folds and how your slick had started to dribble down to your thighs. It had been so fucking long since he had last seen that gorgeous sight, that Travis could have came right then and there.

“Your turn,” you tell him as you part your legs slightly so he couldn’t look anywhere else but at your needy cunt. “Don’t keep me waiting any longer, Tea.”

Travis did not need telling twice. In his haste to take off his sweatpants, he nearly tripped but managed to catch himself, glancing at you as you stifled a laugh.

“Don’t laugh at me, baby,” Travis tells you. “I’m a little out of practice.”

“So I am,” you say with a sweet smile. “But I got you and you got me, right?”

Travis pauses at the waistband of his boxers to look at you. There was want and lust there, of course there was, but mostly? It was love, affection and a devotion that ran so deep even federal prison couldn’t have put a stop to it. 

“Always, baby.” He tells you before he frees himself from his boxers. His cock slaps against his stomach and you can’t help but marvel at your boyfriend’s gorgeous cock. Gorgeous was exactly what it was—thick, stupidly long and a little curved in a way that managed to hit all the right spots. 

“I’ve missed little Travy,” you murmur affectionately as you sit up, looking at up Travis. One of your hands wrap around the base of him as you lean in to press a kiss to the tip, which was flushed an angry pink and beading at the slit.

Travis lets out a strangled sound, one large hand cupping the back of your head. “Don’t call it that. It’s more—medium sized Travy.”

You smile, pressing another kiss to the tip of his cock before pulling away to look up at him. “Little Travy sounds better though.”

“It feels a little insulting,” Travis murmurs, eyes on you as his hands move to gently rest on your shoulders before he pushes you back down on the bed. He follows, his body hovering over yours as he lets himself just look at you again and you can see it now—how his eyes turn a little glassy. How he can barely believe that this was real. That this was happening after so long. How he feels safe for the first time in two years. 

“Hey,” you murmur, reaching out to cup his cheek and smiling softly. All teasing and hunger gone in a single moment as you catch Travis before he could fall. “Hey, Tea. You’re okay.”

Travis nods, swallowing as he looks back at you, not bothering to hide the tears welling up in his eyes. “I know. You got me and I got you, right?”

The smile you were fighting was almost painful. God, you loved this man. You loved him so fucking much that you waited two years for this moment, for him. “Always, Tea.”

You smile at each other and the kiss that follows was soft, gentle and somehow more intimate than the fact you were both completely naked. Your lips glide against each other like you had all the time in the world. Your hands find their way into his hair and his cup either side of your face as though you were something precious.

You kissed again and again and again, until it turned open-mouthed and desperate. Until Travis was whining into your mouth and you were attempting to rub your dripping cunt over his thigh.

Travis was the one to pull away, completely breathless. His cheeks were flushed pink, lips wet and swollen from your kisses and the sight alone made you even more embarrassingly wet. You try to tug him back down by pulling on his hair but Travis just smiles, pressing a teasing kiss to the very corner of your mouth before he starts to kiss his way down your body.

It tested every bit of patience you had as you felt your boyfriend’s tongue glide down your body. When he reached one of your nipples, you let out a loud moan that was sure to have the neighbours complaining and Travis just fucking beamed before he latches himself onto your nipple, sucking greedily as his other hand kneaded the other.

“Missed these so f’king much,” Travis mutters against the sensitive skin, tongue still swirling and his own hips jutting as though he could barely help himself anymore. “Got me through so many bad days, thinking about these. Shit, baby.” Travis moans loudly before his mouth moves to your other breast so that he could give your other nipple the same treatment. 

He took his time, despite the fact you were mewling and whimpering beneath him and despite the fact he was leaking precum down your thigh. 

“Tea—please—” you beg him, eyes fluttering as you look up at him. “I need—”

“—I know just what you need, sweet girl,” Travis murmurs, placing a final kiss to your left breast before pulling away. “I got you. I got you.”

He continues his journey down. By now, you were a mess beneath him. Your body felt hot to the touch, every place his lips met felt as though it was on fire and when you felt his large hands gently coax your thighs open, you obliged.

“So good,” Travis murmurs as his lips meet your hipbone, over the small ‘T’ tattoo you had there. “Still so fucking good for me, aren’t you, baby?”

You let out a small gasp and nod frantically when you felt his hot breath directly over your pussy. He breathes you in first, his beautiful nose nudging your swollen, aching clit just enough to make you whimper.

“Smell so fucking good, baby,” he tells you, eyes on your face as he glides two long fingers against your slit. He watches your lips part, eyes close as he parts your folds to see again just how fucking wet you were. “Look at you. Fuckin’ dripping for me already. Could take my cock already, couldn’t you, sweet girl?” He asks, watching every trace of pleasure on your face as his fingers glide through your slick before gently pushing one, then two fingers deep inside of you. You don’t even manage a reply before he’s curling them, finding that spot inside of you that makes your toes curl and stomach tighten.

“Lost for words, huh, baby?” Travis asks, setting a rhythm that had you gripping the bedsheets beneath you. “That’s okay, baby. I got you. Let me take care of you real quick.”

Travis may have been rock hard and throbbing but nothing—absolutely nothing—was going to stop him from tasting you for the first time in two years. He continues fucking your needy hole with his two fingers while his lips seal themselves over your clit. And the noise you let out at that first contact? It was heavenly.

Travis was relentless. He always had been, but now? It was something else entirely. His fingers continued fucking you, curling against your front wall each time they were back inside you and making your entire body shake with pleasure. His own hips rutting against the mattress like he was as fucking desperate as you. His mouth was sucking greedily at your clit, tongue circling it with a precision that came from a man determined to make you cum. 

It was overwhelming—the dual sensation of his fingers and his tongue and you were making so much noise you were sure to receive noise complaints in the coming days. 

“That’s it,” he breathes out against you, taking a moment to slurp up your arousal like it was liquid gold. “Cum for me, baby. I got you. I always got you.”

You don’t know what it was that triggered your orgasm, perhaps it was the deep penetration of his fingers, maybe it was his tongue flicking expertly against your clit or maybe it was just Travis but you came with an orgasm that felt so intense that it felt earth shattering. You clenched around his fingers, barely hearing the way Travis groaned about how you were squeezing him due to the fact your entire body was on fire from the intensity of your release.

Travis laps up every last drop with his mouth, fingers still pumping in and out of you, obscene wet noises filling the room as he watches how you gush around him.

“Fucking hell, baby. Look at you fucking soaking my hand.” He babbles. “You’re squeezing me like you want me to stay in your pussy forever. Is that what you want, baby? You want me to—”

“—Tea, shut up and get on your back,” you tell him.

You may have been shaking, may still have been on a different planet but you didn’t care.

Travis blinks up at you before he withdraws his fingers. You can see how his lips were wet with your release but your eyes were on his fingers, which were dripping with your release and you couldn't help yourself. You wrap your fingers around his wrist and you tug them closer. Travis could barely comprehend what was happening until your lips wrapped around the two digits that had been inside of you.

“Oh—shit—”

Travis can’t cope. He genuinely can’t. Watching you come apart on his fingers and his tongue and now seeing you taste yourself on his fingers, the way you were moaning around them and that fucking look in your eyes—

He says your name and you know then that he couldn’t take much more. You release his fingers with a wet pop before he flips the both of you over.

“I love you so fucking much,” he tells you as he wrap your hand around the base of his cock to guide it towards your entrance. “So fucking much, baby. I missed you so much.”

You glance at him and smile. “I love you too, Tea.”

And then—you sink down onto him.

The stretch was exactly how you remember. He was thick in a way that meant you felt every fucking inch of him and that slight curve meant his cock was kissing your cervix almost instantly. You place your hands on his chest as you sink down onto him fully.

“You’re fucking heaven, baby.” Travis tells you, his hands gripping your hips in a way that told you he was already right on the edge. “Fucking heaven. Shit—I love you so much and I can’t—”

“—it’s okay,” you tell him gently, your fingers gently curling into the hair on his chest as you bounce yourself once, then twice, on his cock. “—we’ve got all night, Tea.”

Travis whimpers, he’s trying to hold back. You can see it in his jaw, can feel it in the way he’s gripping onto you but it has been two years and the moment you start to ride him properly, he loses it. He slams up into you, once, twice and you feel every damn pulse as he comes hard inside of you. Hot, thick ropes of his release flood your pussy as he groans your name over and over again as though it was the only word he knew. 

Apologises eventually tumble from his lips but you silence him with a kiss that was soft, gentle and understanding.

“Don’t apologise,” you tell him fiercely once you pull away. “It’s kind of hot when you get all whimpery like that.”

Travis flushes a deep red before he lifts you off of him slightly to pull out of you with a loud wet sound. You glance down just enough time to see a thick glob of his cum leaking out of you. You’re about to wipe it away when Travis does something you hadn’t expected him to do—Travis uses two fingers to scoop up the mess from your thigh before he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks.

“Tea—holy—”

“What?” Travis murmurs once he releases his fingers with a wet pop, smiling back at you. “Tastes like us.”

You bite back a smile before you lean in to lick the rest of the creamy mess from his fingers.

Travis watches you—unable to look away as you suck gleefully on his fingers.

“I’ve really fucking missed you,” he tells you.

You hum before releasing the digits. “I missed you more,” you say softly. Travis lifts a hand to cup your cheek, wiping away the smear of cum left on the corner of your mouth before he leans in and kisses you. A kiss that said ‘I’m sorry’, ‘I love you’ and ‘I’m glad to be home’. And god, was Travis so fucking glad to be home.

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