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Persistent rays of sunlight illuminated the quiet bedroom through the blinds in a warm, yet annoying way. It should be well past Joost's usual wake up time judging by how bright the room was, and his sleepy eyes insisted on staying closed, trying to avoid the intrusion. How dare the sun interrupt his peaceful sleep on a Sunday morning? The brightness completely ignored his eyelids just like it was ignoring the blinds, and made him reluctantly open them - his sensitive blues being exposed to the light. A huff left his lips as he blindly searched for his office siren glasses on the nightstand. Once he found and put them on, everything became a bit more clear. Especially the sleeping form beside him. He smiled at the sight. His vision was still adapting itself, but he could perfectly see how your soft breaths made your body move ever so slightly. Joost wrapped an arm around your waist, carefully not to press his chest against your back. He planted a chaste kiss on your neck, pulling away to observe the ink on your shoulder blades. The same ink that didn't allow him to hide his sleepy face against you - something that usually helped Joost protect his eyes from the piercing sunlight. He didn't want to risk putting pressure on your new tattoo. Your skin was still very sensitive from the session you'd had the previous day. Still, he couldn't help himself from kissing the area between the two angel wings, right where the fabric of the tank top you were wearing covered your skin. The touch of his lips was so featherlight, almost like a whisper, yet it made you stir. His hand slid to your lower back as soon as he felt you start to turn, stopping you from doing it.

"Hey, baby, careful." Plump lips murmured against your skin, right below your ear. "Your new tat." Another sweet kiss met your neck while his hand returned to its previous spot.

You just mumbled something in response, too lazy to fully wake up. He chuckled, massaging your waist under your shirt for a bit before gently grabbing your chin and making you turn your head for a kiss on the lips.

"Mmm good morning~" You hummed after the shared moment of affection.

"Goedemorgen, schat~" His deep, morning voice purred in your ear, the rough sound pleasantly scratching your brain. "Or should I call you 'my angel'?" He grinned, running a finger between your shoulder blades. "You know... this looks really good on you. Really pretty."

It took you a second to register he was talking about your new tattoo, your mind still clouded with sleepiness. But once you did, you melted at the compliment. His voice sounded just like he was in the presence of a real angel, like your inked wings were real and he was witnessing an ethereal creature wake up right beside him.

"Thank you... I'm glad you like it, because it hurt like hell."

"What?" He asked in a confused tone and you frowned. Had he seriously not paid attention to your complaints while you two were leaving the shop? Did the hand squeeze during the session tell him nothing at all?!

"What do you mean 'what'? You know this wasn't an easy tat."

"You mean to tell me you weren't born with these?" He kept his little act, making you roll your eyes at the same time that you cracked a smile.

"No. Can you believe it?" You decided to play along.

"Can't believe they forgot to send you with wings. An undercover angel, I see." He started giving you a series of kisses on the fabric of your tank top. "Finally making your presence known." A sneaky hand kneaded your waist. "But I've always known your little secret." He giggled at his own words, pulling away to look at your reaction.

"You are very cheesy, you know?"

"You love it."

You smiled. Yes, you did love it.

"How are you going to shower with this?" He asked, already on a different train of thought.

"Uh, the same way you did when you got yours?"

"All alone, baby? You know I can help, right?"

"I could actually use some help... It's kind of a difficult spot to reach..."

"Oh I know, but don't worry, I'm going to run you a nice bath and make sure that tattoo is well taken care of." He gave a sweet peck to your temple, immediately getting up.

"Wait, right now?"

"Yes, my love, don't forget you have to apply the ointment a few times throughout the day. You gotta start now."

You watched as he walked towards the bathroom, but not before adding a quick "I'll be right back".

The sound of the water filling the tub could be heard in the bedroom, almost lulling you back to sleep. Or maybe it was the thought that Joost was going to take care of you that made you relax. He was always so good to you. So gentle and loving. And he showed it especially in the little things. How he was preparing everything for your tattoo aftercare, how he re-entered the room just to kiss you softly and tell you the water was ready, how he carefully picked you up in his arms, carrying your still sleepy body to the bathroom. Legs wrapping around his waist while lazy arms were clinging to his neck. Joost slowly put you down, helping you take off your clothes and taking his in the process. He guided you to the bathtub and sat behind you, kissing your shoulder while avoiding the inked area. His every move was controlled and gentle, always making sure you felt comfortable. You just wanted to rest your back against his chest, like you always did, but you knew you had to be mindful of your tattoo.

"The healing phase sucks." You muttered with a pout.

"It's only been like a day since you got that!" He laughed.

"A very long day."

"Then it's gonna be a huge month." He let out another chuckle at your groan, gently caressing your thighs before turning on the water. He set it to a lukewarm temperature, letting it cascade down your shoulders. "Comfortable?" At your soft hum, he moved his hands to where the tattoo bandage was. "Alright, let's take this off then." Carefully, he pulled it off your skin, watching as some ink dripped down your back. Soon enough, you felt his big hand massaging your shoulder blades and helping clean the sore area. It felt so nice you almost purred.

"Joost," You slurred as he started washing it with the mild soap. "'M gonna fall asleep like this~"

"Ja? Getting sleepy again?" He grinned lazily.

"Mhm, your touch feels really good."

"You feel really good." His mouth found your neck, kissing it tenderly. "My sleepy little angel~"

You felt more water hit the skin of your shoulders in a gentle caress, rinsing the soap and some ink.

"You're just missing the halo now. It's not that you need it. You're already my sweet angel. Mijn lieve engel." He showered you in compliments as he washed the rest of your body with your usual soap. "But this tattoo is really perfect. You're perfect. I can't wait to kiss these beautiful wings."

"I want you to kiss them so badly."

"And I will, baby. Once it's healed, I'll be all over them. I'm gonna kiss them senseless. You'll see."

You chuckled at his 'mark my words' tone. He was adorable when he got like this. Like nothing else existed except you.

"Alright, I believe you." You struggled to say in the midst of your own giggles.

"You better." He whispered the words with a smile and quickly washed himself too, so that you both could get under the water and rinse off.

The water eliminated the remaining soap on your bodies. Joost always being careful not to let the suds get to the ink. And he did a damn good job. Faster than you could have done it yourself, you were out of the shower - a towel immediately being wrapped around you, while he grabbed his.

"Now we wait... half an hour and then I'll help you with the ointment." He patted the tattoo with a paper towel, proceeding to help you dry off the rest of your body.

You hated how long you had to wait for the tattoo to be completely dry before applying the ointment, but you knew it was necessary. Shyly, you turned around to check your angel wings in the mirror. The design really looked amazing, so everything was completely worth it. And having Joost lavishing it with attention was the cherry on top. He watched with a smile as your eyes appreciated the new addition, whispering in an absentminded way:

"Zo mooi..."

He let you observe the ink for a few more minutes before guiding you to the bedroom to get dressed. The both of you put on fresh clothes and headed towards the kitchen so Joost could make you breakfast, like he had insisted. Half an hour quickly went by. Always being pampered by your boyfriend. And you couldn't wait to be even more pampered. You longed to feel his big hands massaging your shoulder blades and telling you how beautiful you looked with your new tattoo. Especially when he kept rambling about how good he was going to take care of you.

Once you got upstairs again, you immediately sat on the bed, baring your back to Joost by lifting the new tank top you had put on. You were going to make sure he could see your new ink even if you were wearing clothes. And tank tops were the perfect way to do just that.

"Just look at you... wow..." He sighed as he sat on his heels behind you, hands instantly caressing your back. “This really suits you.” His mustache tickled your neck as he nuzzled against it, pressing soft kisses to your skin. “You look so sexy. Mwah!” Joost gave you a loud, final kiss before pulling away to reach for the Bepanthen. He squeezed it and allowed a small amount to go to his fingertip, letting out distracted “lalala”s in the process, making you smile. And then, his hands were on you again, on your inked skin, applying the ointment. “So soft~”

You barely caught his murmur from how quiet it sounded, almost like he was talking to himself. Or maybe your brain was too busy turning to mush to understand his words. A soothing sensation washed over you, and honestly? You weren’t so sure it came from the ointment. It was the type of relief you only felt when his hands were on you. They felt like Heaven against the tender area, massaging gently and making you relax. However, it didn’t last long.

“Babyyy!” You complained in a lazy voice.

“What’s wrong, gorgeous?” His lips pressed against your neck in a loving peck before he carefully pulled your shirt down and put the Bepanthen away.

“More.” Your tone made him laugh.

“What do you mean ‘more’? We can’t torture this pretty skin too much.”

“It wasn’t being torture…”

“To you. Not to your tat.” Another chuckle. “We gotta let it rest. Or else it won’t heal.”

“It was healing, though.”

“You know how that’ll heal?” He suddenly pulled you onto his lap, grabbing your waist. “If you just leave.it.alone.” He nibbled on your shoulder and you squeaked, letting out a giggle. “No touching. I have other ways of making my little angel feel good that don’t involve torturing these sweet wings.” Rough yet loving kisses met your neck, making more giggles come from you.

And a gasp.

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Rhythmic thumping noises hammered against the wall, groans and panting making the atmosphere heavy as the smell of sweat mixed with sex. It was downright filthy. The way Joost's moans filled the room as you mercilessly pounded into him. Long legs thrown over your shoulders while cute little gasps and whimpers of pleasure left his lips every time you hit his sweet spot. He was beautiful like this. His tattooed arms rested by his head, allowing you to really see his exposed body. To watch how his tummy jiggled with every move of your hips, how his chest did too. His cock tapping on his fuzzy belly. Untouched - just like you had ordered - and leaking pre-cum all over the hair there. You couldn't help yourself from smearing it on his tummy, listening to his whines as you purposely ignored his aching dick just to play with his pouch.

"Look at this... your belly is the cutest thing!" You commented as you squeezed it a little. "So sexy, all soft and fuzzy..."

Your fingers gathered a bit more of his pre-cum before moving to his perky nipples and using the slick liquid to gently massage them. The combination of your hard thrusts and the teasing to his chest had him turning to putty in your hands.

"And your chest... you're just perfect all over, aren't you?" You rolled a nipple between your fingers, making his moans turn into incoherent babbling. "I know, baby, I know. You have very sensitive nipples, don't you?"

"Please please please, can I touch myself? Please?" He wasn't even registering your words. His mind only making out the soft cooing tone, too desperate to have some kind of attention given to his hard dick.

"Since you asked so nicely, I suppose I-"

He didn't even let you finish, already moving a hand to his needy member and sighing in relief. You smiled at his fucked out yet blissful expression, never stopping the movement of your fingers on his nipple, though.

"I'm close, liefje~" He panted as his strokes began speeding up. "So so so close~ Faster, please~"

You complied, picking up the pace and straight up slamming your hips into him. Your other hand coming up so you could hold both of his breasts. Joost wasn't the only one getting close, but you tried not to come before he did. His pleasure was your priority. You wanted to see his gorgeous blue eyes roll back from your brutal thrusts. But oh how his moans were making it so hard not to spill inside his tight heat already. And that face. Eyebrows furrowed, pleading eyes struggling to stay open and pretty little mouth agape, opening and closing slightly in silent sounds that quickly turned into loud, high-pitched whines. Joost could never stay quiet for long. And you were so glad for it. He always sounded fucking delicious.

"Baby, 'm gonna come, I can't- I'm gonna-" His free hand gripped one of your arms. However, he didn't push it away, allowing you to continue the sweet torture to his sensitive chest.

"Come for me, handsome. Come all over that pretty tummy of yours."

He didn't have to be told twice. In a matter of seconds, his sounds became even louder, tattooed fingers squeezing your arm while his hole did the same to your cock. Then, one after another, white spurts of his sticky cum landed on his belly.

"D-Damn, baby..." You stuttered as you felt your release approaching. "What a- vision." The last word left your lips in a grunt.

Once you were on the verge of spilling, you pulled out from the warm embrace of his walls, straddling him so you could start rutting against his tummy. His cum made it way easier to rub your dick all over the fuzzy, soft skin. And way more erotic. The way you were using his tummy to get off was driving you both insane. Your deep groans harmonized with his weak little whimpers in an aphrodisiac symphony, causing you to hide your face in his neck as you came closer to finishing. Your hands found his breasts again, groping them while the friction quickly drove you over the edge. The heat between your bodies increased as a warm, sticky mess joined his, leaving you panting heavily against his neck.

"Look at what your tummy made me do." You mumbled into his skin, palms starting to lazily move over his chest. "Your gorgeous, sexy tummy."

"I'm starting to think you have some kind of obsession with my tummy." His voice was equally as weak and breathless, but his words made you laugh. You pulled away from his warmth so you could look at him.

"You think?"

"And my chest." He added as you kept kneading it. "Seriously, I feel like you never let go of it." Despite the half-hearted complaint, Joost had a grin on his face.

"Not my fault it's so squishy." You squeezed it for emphasis. "And delicious..." Your head dipped down so you could lick a long stripe across his chest. "My poor thing is all dirty, isn't he? Covered in such a mess." A teasing tongue swirled around one of his nipples. "But don't worry, I'm gonna clean you up real good."

You kept lapping at the sensitive spot, planting some kisses there between your determined licks. The pre-cum from earlier was quickly being replaced by your saliva as you worked on him. Tired whines would leave his lips from time to time - a way of telling you how good he was feeling, as well as overstimulated. After torturing his poor nipple for a while, you moved to the double one, taking it into your mouth and sucking gently. His hand desperately buried in your hair at the sensation, fingers gripping the soft locks as he tried not to squirm too much.

"I love your chest." You said once you took a small break from worshipping it. "Love how big it is, how hairy, how sensitive..." Your thumb rubbed over his double nipple, giving it some more attention. "Especially these." A little smirk crossed your face as you kept teasing the area.

"You're gonna get me hard again." He whined.

"Good. Second round I'll come all over your boobs."

He rolled his eyes at your mischievous expression, but you could see the hint of a smile on his lips.

"You’ve just cleaned them! Well, let's call that cleaning..."

"That's okay, I don't mind cleaning them again." Your grin just widened. "And I know you also don't mind. In fact, you love it."

"You're a perv!" He laughed. "You and your weird fetishes..."

"It's not a 'weird fetish'. It's just me loving my boyfriend's body. What? Don't tell me I can't."

"Of course you can."

"That's what I thought." You huffed, trying to put on a serious face, but failing miserably.

Your lips returned to his body immediately, kissing his chest some more, and then trailing down his pale skin until they reached his Rayquaza tattoo. Your mouth decided to spend a generous amount of time on it - licking, kissing, sucking... A few drops of both of your releases having made it to the ink on his stomach earlier and now letting their taste be known on your tongue.

"Mmm, what are you doing?"

"Painting Rayquaza." You said between hickies.

"You kinda already did that."

"'M doin' it in a different way now." Your words were barely audible from the way you had your lips pressed to his skin. Red marks - that would soon turn a purple-ish color - starting to appear on it.

Joost didn't stop you nor complained. He just let you proceed with your journey on his body - although, not without squirming a bit. Once you were satisfied with the number of hickies you had left, you moved to his belly, licking the combination of your cum with his and letting out little hums at the taste.

"I love coming on your tummy." You gave it a peck. "It looks even sexier covered in cum. My cum and yours." Your tongue returned to the task at hand, cleaning him up in the most loving way possible.

A tattooed hand buried itself in your hair as he sighed from pleasure. This time, it wasn't tugging on your strands, it wasn't desperate. It was simply resting there, scratching softly and encouraging you to keep worshipping his body. At that, you decided to start kneading the skin. Fingers squeezing and palms massaging it gently, never stopping - even as your mouth pulled away.

"Think you're all cleaned up now." You glanced up before giving another sweet kiss to his belly. "You're so squishyyy!" You suddenly let out through gritted teeth in a cute-aggression way, immediately planting a series of rough pecks all over the fuzzy pouch. "Can I take a bite?"

He giggled, both from the repetitive bumps of your lips to his skin and from your silly question.

"Are you gonna listen to me if I say no?"

"Not really." You grinned, not waiting a second more and literally biting him.

"Ow!" Joost pretended to pout. "Babe!"

"Sorry!" You apologized in a half-hearted way. “Couldn’t help myself.”

You knew Joost was just being dramatic, whining about how rough you were, when in reality he could never stop the sweet giggles from escaping his mouth. But because you were a good boyfriend who took pity on your adorable one, you began caressing the area you had bitten with little kitten licks.

"There, there... better?"

"Mhm..." He nodded his head, the cute pout still on his lips.

"How about a kiss?" Your mouth met his tummy again in a gentle peck.

"Think I'm gonna need more... it was a really rough bite, you know?" He tried to hide the smile that kept threatening to appear.

"Oh I see..." You answered with one of your own. However, you let yours shine proudly. "More kisses, huh?"

You complied, showering his belly with affection. He melted as you kept worshipping it, eyelids battling to stay open from how relaxed he was - and from how spent you had made him. After a couple of minutes of lavishing Joost with love, you finally noticed how tired you actually were too. You couldn't help but rub your face all over him, sleep getting to you. With a huff, you let your head thump against his belly, cheek pressed to his skin as you surrendered to the feeling. A warm hand searched for yours, and before you even registered the gentle squeeze of his fingers, you fell asleep, lulled by the soft rise and fall of his tummy.

The sound of skin to skin echoed through the small bedroom, not loud enough to overpower the needy whimpers and whines that came from the sweet puppy boy beneath you, though.

“Tsk tsk tsk, on all fours, baby.” You pulled him up by his collar once his weak, fucked out body started trying to slide down to press his face into the pillows. He whined, trying desperately to keep his shaky arms steady, every thrust from you just making it even more difficult.

“Mm~! But my arms are tired~” He complained, but you knew it was only half-hearted since the movements of his tail gave him away.

“Yeah? Puppy’s getting tired? That tail still has a lot of energy, though, wagging like crazy…”

Joost blushed as you called him out. He did love the feeling of his boyfriend mercilessly pounding into him from behind while he just had to take it and stay in position. The tiredness in his arms actually just added to the sensation, but the need to squirm from pleasure was overwhelming.

“You’re gonna have to behave a little longer for me, okay?” You cooed at him. “I promise I’m almost done and then you can rest your pretty arms.”