“Pay attention to me, please,” he asks, pinching your sides to make you wiggle.

“Not now, love, I’m busy.” You keep reading the pages, you only have about fifty pages left.

Gyro lets out another dramatic sigh, but instead of giving up he slides lower down your body. His hands move to your hips then lower, palms pressing over the curve of your ass. He starts kneading the soft flesh slowly.

“You’re so stressed, baby,” he mumbles, a little whiny. “I can feel it in your body. You need to relax. Let me help you relax.”

You roll your eyes even though he can’t see it, turning another page. “Gyro, I really can’t right now. I have to finish this.”

His fingers dig in a little deeper, massaging in firm circles while he presses his cheek against one of your cheeks, nuzzling there, his breath is warm through the thin fabric of your shorts.

“Please?” he asks again, softer this time. “Can I entertain myself down here? I won’t bother you too much. I promise.”

You pause, glancing back at him over your shoulder. His eyes are half-lidded, a lazy needy look on his face that always gets to you. “I haven’t showered all day, Gyro. I’m probably sweaty.”

That only makes his grin widen. He turns his head and presses a slow kiss right where his cheek had been, lips brushing over the material.

“Even better,” he whispers.

He squeezes your ass again, waiting for your answer, clearly hoping you’ll just let him bury his face there and do what he wants while you keep reading. His fingers hook lightly at the waistband of your shorts, not pulling them down yet, but definitely testing.

“Fine, but don’t do anything weird,” you tell him and immediately he’s getting rid of your shorts and panties all at once. 

He breathes in the warm and musky scent of your bare pussy, there’s even a glow of sweat in the crease where your ass meets your thigh, he buries his face there, licking a long stripe and making you giggle. 

“Fuck… you smell so good,” he mumbles against your skin. He spreads your cheeks with both hands and spits directly on your pussy, watching it drip down over your hole before he dives in.

His tongue is messy from the start. He licks broad and wet from your clit all the way up to your ass, dragging spit and your own slick everywhere. He doesn’t care about being neat, Gyro eats you like he’s starving, groaning loud and shameless into your cunt while his tongue pushes inside you, fucking in and out in sloppy strokes. Juices coat his chin instantly. Every time he pulls back to breathe, strings of spit and your wetness connect his lips to your pussy.

“G-Gyro…” you try to keep your voice steady, eyes still on the book, but it’s getting harder.

He just moans louder, completely lost in it. “You taste so fuckin’ good, baby. I love how wet you get for me.” He spits on your ass again, then licks over your tight hole in filthy circles, pushing the tip of his tongue inside while two fingers sink into your pussy. The wet sounds are obscene, he’s making a complete mess, drooling and slurping like he can’t get enough.

He switches between your holes without shame, burying his face deeper, nose pressed against you as he drinks up everything leaking out. His cheeks and chin are shiny, slick running down his neck. You can tell he adores it by the way he whimpers and hums against your skin, your pussy and ass are the best things he’s ever tasted.

“God, I’m such a mess for you,” he pants, voice hoarse. He spits again, letting it drip down your folds before sucking your clit into his mouth, tongue flicking fast while his fingers curl inside you. “I could stay here all night. Just let me drink you, please. You’re so fucking yummy.”

He’s grinding his hips against the mattress slowly, clearly hard and desperate, but too focused on devouring you to do anything about it. His hands knead your ass the whole time, spreading you wider so he can lick deeper, messier, until your thighs and the sheets underneath are soaked with his spit and your juices.

You bite your lip, fingers tightening on the pages of your book as another wet sound fills the room. “F-fuck, Gyro you’re going too hah fast!” 

You try to warn him, although that’s exactly what he wants. He can feel you fluttering inside and he knows the coil on your belly is about to break. 

“Mm, c’mon baby, you know I want it,” he says before pressing his face deeper into you, tongue reaching your clit and flicking it fast as he uses his lips to play with your folds. 

Your thighs start to tremble, hips pushing back against his face without you meaning to. The book slips from your fingers a little as your breathing gets ragged. Gyro notices and doubles down, moaning louder into you, drinking every drop like he can’t get enough. “A-ah, Gyro please mmmph!”

Your whole body tenses, you cum with a sharp gasp, it’s almost too much. You squirt hard, warm wetness gushing out over his tongue and fingers. Gyro doesn’t pull away. He presses in closer, greedily making sure nothing gets wasted.

“Ooooh shit… yes, baby,” he mumbles against your pulsing pussy, he keeps his mouth open, letting your squirt coat his tongue and drip down his chin while he fingers you through it. “Fuck, you’re so hot when you squirt like that.”

He drinks it all down, groaning happily as more of it spills over his face and onto the bed. His cheeks are flushed, hair messy and he looks completely wrecked. But he’s still licking you gently now, savoring every last drop. You’re left panting, legs shaky, the book completely forgotten beside you. Gyro presses one last sloppy kiss to your pussy before resting his cheek on your ass again, breathing you in with a satisfied little hum.

“See? Told you that you needed to relax,” he whispers, clearly proud of the mess he made of you.

a/n: oh how i LOVE this stinky man ugh