#ohikdada

Sids’ piercing hazel eyes looked dark in the dim hotel room. A yellow glow illuminated off the lamp on the bedside table, wrapping around both of you like a warm blanket. He’s staring at the wall or at nothing, you can never tell when he's like this. Just the consistently heavy sound of the toe of his dress shoe hitting the floor. Over and over. 

It was almost hypnotic, the steady sound echoing through the hotel room that you swore looked like every other one you’d seen this season. It wasn't typical that you'd be attached at the hip with him all season but his insistence for you to join him was something you couldn't say no to. You loved watching him play but you loved these quiet moments with him even more. The moments just between the two of you. 

You’re sitting with your head resting against the headboard, a way of grounding yourself during all the chaos of the travel. 

You’re wearing one of Sid's oversized tees that fit you more like a dress, with your bare legs stretched out in front of you. Small shorts hidden under the hem of the shirt. You feel a sense of calmness when he gives you pieces of his clothes insisting that, “they look better on you anyways”. But you could always see how his eyes wandered up and down your body whenever you’d wear them. 

Not a sense of calmness but a sense of hunger. A silent desire that can't help but break through in the way the corner of his mouth twitches up and a slight blush forms across his cheeks. You loved when he got like that.  

His eyes aren't wandering tonight. 

You know the season has been taking its toll on him. He tried to ignore all the chatter, the chirps, the same trade rumor nonsense floating around all the reporters. His injuries kept stacking up. Everyday he spent away from the rink felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest and there was no oxygen that could find its way to his lungs. You know he needs hockey but as your eyes look over his tense body you can’t help your heart from breaking a bit. You can't remember the last time his strong muscles looked restful. His signature smirk now reduced to a pitiful blank stare.  

You're so used to him taking care of you, so acclimated to an unspoken pattern. You know you want to snap him back into reality. Away from all his doubts.

He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, his positioning unwavering while you rattle through all these memories in your mind. Slowly you maneuver your body to coil around his back. Your legs gently fall against his heavy thighs. You can barely wrap your arms around his body but you're just able to link your fingers flushed to his torso. Pressing the side of your face softly into his back, feeling all his muscles tense and fall within seconds. 

You let out a satisfied sigh as you press yourself tighter against him. He’s still staring at the wall but you can tell there's a shift in his demeanor.  

“Whatre you doing sweetheart?” His voice is barely a whisper.

You lift your face from his back and shift to meet his eyes, “Just wanna be close to you…just wanna make you feel good”. 

You feel his breath hitch as he melts back into your touch. You let your hands run up and down his arms, hearing his breath less stable. You could hear a sniffle escape him, which made you pull your legs from his side. Finding a place next to his side where you could look right at him. 

Tears threatened to fall, gathering at the side of his eyes. Barely holding the little composure he has left. It was all too much when your hand drew small circles around his shoulder, looking at him so delicately. You paw at his jawline, turning his face to meet yours. 

“Hey handsome, hey it's okay”, you're unable to mask the concern in your voice. 

He reaches for your embrace, lifting you onto his lap so you're facing each other. Your legs finding their place by his side, settling yourself on his lap. His face finds your shoulder as the tears begin to flow freely. 

You press gentle kisses on his shoulders, his collarbone and neck. His breathing slowly starts to even out, rubbing his eyes against his shirt that you still have on. Pressing a gentle kiss against your neck that makes you melt, instinctively grinding down. A soft sigh leaves his mouth as he peppers more kisses against your cheeks and the extra sensitive spot right below your jaw. 

You cup his face with your hands bringing it towards you, so close your noses are brushed against each other. 

“Tell me what you need Sid. I just want you to be okay”, you’re still lost in the moment but needing to make sure he’s okay. 

He meets your eyes. Tears still prickle at the corner of his eyes but you see something else in them now. Desire. 

“I need you.” His words clung to your skin like thorns, running deep within you. Complete certainty. You knew he’d be stern with you if he wanted you to stop, so you move again. Grinding your hips down against his pants where you could feel him getting hard. 

“Fuck, Sid.” Your head falls on his shoulder, pressing open mouthed kisses greedily to any exposed skin you could find.  

His hands found your waist guiding you to where he needed you most, back and forth, with such ease. His strong hands move down and under the shirt you’re wearing. His shirt. Fuck you could feel him getting even harder after the realization hit him. 

His calloused, strong hands move under the shirt which makes you shiver. Moving up and down your body slowly, like he's trying to memorize every little part of you. His hands move to your waist and below where your tiny shorts end, gripping around your ass. 

Your thighs tighten around the side of his thighs, tighter.

“Can I?” he says so softly you can barely register it, motioning to the bottom of your shirt. You lift your arms to make it easier for him to lift it off of you, motioning to him to do the same.

Your nipples turning hard with the cold air hitting them. You meet Sid's eyes again, filled with want. Need. You can't help but run your hands up and down Sid's strong chest. His muscles jumping under your tender touch. 

You look down seeing him impossibly hard under his pants, restricting him. He sees you staring and takes it upon himself to free himself. His already hard cock flushed and dripped prey from his tip. You can't help but moan at the sight already gathering spit to slowly jerk him off. 

His head falls back when you begin moving your hand up and down increasing and decreasing the pressure, gently rubbing your thumb across his slit. 

He crashes into your lips with a feverish craving. Slipping his tough past your lips, as if you’re the oxygen he's been needing. 

“Sweetheart please-” he moans into your mouth between every word “Inside please, I need you-”

With a slight smirk across your lips as you tug him one more time, earning a devastating sound somewhere between a whimper and a sob. 

Your lips pepper kisses across his neck as you whisper “So good for me Sid, so so good” as you reach down to put his tip through your folds. He cries at the sensation, feeling all too much at once. Overwhelmed by pleasure and the softness of your voice. 

You lock eyes as he lifts you up with ease by your hips, slowly lowering you onto his cock. He’s so big. Every inch feeling like he’s splitting you open from the inside. 

You’re fully seated now, flushed to him completely. He looks down rubbing his fingers over your stomach which makes you shake under his touch.

“Holy shit baby, I can feel me from here”, you think he forgets his size sometimes in comparison to you. In moments like this it is impossible to ignore. 

“I’m gonna cum just by looking at you, so pretty”, he trails off as his hands find your ass again slowly lifting you up and back down. Your hands flying around the back of his neck as your head lands on the warm flesh of his shoulder. You're panting now. Rewarding sounds spill out of you, echoing in Sid's mind. 

He responds by slamming his cock into you while pressing open mouth kisses onto your neck, whispering sweet nothings as he loses his composure too.

So so good

My pretty angel

You always know what i need, thank you

“Sid, please” you whine with no malice in your voice, just pure ache of needing more of him.

He buries himself impossibly deeper as he fills you with his cum. His arms are around you now, pulling you close to him. Running his fingers through your hair. Drawing little circles on your shoulders and your neck. 

You don't know how long it is until you lift your head up. Finally feeling the after shocks subside and all you’re left with is complete love. 

He winced when you moved your hips, which made you realize he was still inside you. Overstimulization threatened him if you moved your hips again. 

“Sid let me-” your sentence was cut off by this newfound calmness in his voice

“Wanna stay right here. In you. Makes everything better” as he softly kisses you, almost like he’s completely blissed out. Just responding to his instincts, nothing else. 

You realized this is what he needed all along. You. 

I need you 

repeating over and over in your mind, because you needed him too. You don’t know when something between you two became something deeper. Something irreversible. Something that he needed. All you know is that you needed him too. 

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