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She’d been smitten immediately, but not long after that incident Roger changed the world and the following upheaval meant that she hadn’t been able to see him. No longer a pirate, Marco had settled on an island with people he knew, and begun a new life. 

Fortunately, they had reconnected a few times before then, and exchanged contact information. Keeping in touch had been bittersweet. Every letter from Marco, every word of his voice over the transponder snail, had been deeply precious to her, and a terrible reminder of the distance between them.

Now, some years later, Coralee had left her home island and moved to one of the new ones that played host to The Club. 

“It’s called By Any Other Name, yoi,” Marco had explained over a long distance snail call. “But everyone just calls it The Club. We’ve expanded the last few years and could use more on-site medical staff, if you’re interested.”

She was beyond interested, honestly. 

Conversations with Marco over the years meant she knew what The Club was about, and what it did. Daylight hours saw the staff as Hosts, fawning skillfully over their clients and providing an accepting and comfortable space for them to relax. Playing up services often found in Maid and Butler cafés, with stage performances and thematic events on top of it all.

The night time hours were similar in terms of the themes and skills, but the Hosts became Escorts. Safety and consent were given priority, keeping both the employees and the clients satisfied. 

The Club was co-owned by Shakky, Rayleigh and Sir Crocodile, and had quickly become a social and financial power house of this new world. Everyone who worked there was either recommended by active staff members, or hand chosen by the owners. 

If Coralee was nervous about anything, it was the fact that she was going to be surrounded by effortlessly glamorous people, but once Marco started introducing her to everyone she found herself relaxing. They were all incredibly beautiful, certainly, but everyone was genuinely kind too. No one was paying her lip service, and everyone had her feeling like she was practically family within a couple weeks.

It had made the transition to the new island, and into her new job, much easier than she had feared. 

What had taken a little longer, was coming to terms with what it was Marco did in The Club. He was a part-time doctor, his devil fruit lending itself well to dealing with minor injuries, but he was a full-time escort. 

Every day and night he came in dressed in suits, and fine silks, and beautiful jewelry, and wined, dined, wooed and serviced a myriad of clients effortlessly. Marco, Shanks, and Eustass Kid—a brash young man Coralee only first met when she started working—were the top three employees of The Club. Most people referred to Shanks and Kid as the club’s Princes, and while it wasn’t a common name, some referred to Marco as the Grand Duke. 

Not necessarily in line for the throne, but just as capable to step up if needed.

It made her feel proud, and painfully lonely at the same time. Marco was an incredible man, in the midst of a glamorous and wonderful life, and Coralee was… not these things. 

Sure, being employed by The Club gave her some standing in the world just by virtue of being a part of it, but she wasn’t a Host or an Escort. She didn’t do any shows on the stage, work the bar, or even assist people at the entrance. She was simply a full-time nurse, spending most of her time in the clinic area, keeping things clean and ready in case of emergency.

There were basic things that kept her busy, like regular checkups for the employees and other safety measures, but it was pretty mellow compared to working at a clinic or hospital.

Unfortunately, this gave her plenty of time to stay in her own head about things, but it also gave her a wider view of The Club. Coralee got to deal with everyone, because everyone from kitchen staff to the escorts, had regular checkups. She also, like most of the employees, lived above The Club, since the apartments on the upper floors were spacious and safe. 

Anxiety made her observant when she was younger, but even as the days rolled into weeks, and the weeks rolled into a few months, she didn’t lose her observational skills. If anything, they improved. Especially when it came to Marco.

The words he used with clients, the ones he used with coworkers, and the ones he used with her. His tone was warm, his voice was calming, and his presence was always appreciated. Even if they were never more than just coworkers.

She’d kill to be one of his clients though.

Maybe it was just the lack of an active sex life, one that had dried up before she’d even come to the island. She was desperate for something more than what her own toys could offer her, and being around so many beautiful people, and so much sex, it was becoming an issue. Completely innocuous things were turning her on, and it was difficult to focus on Marco’s actual words, vs just the sweet sound of his voice.

Much longer, and she was likely to simply grab someone and drag them into a private room.

But Coralee wasn’t the only observant person in The Club.

“Ah, young Miss Coralee.” Rayleigh’s voice rolls over her shoulders like honey, pulling her attention out from the deep trenches of her thoughts when she was on her way to her apartment. “It might be presumptive of me, but I think it’s good to remember that all employees are allocated free use of services within The Club. You’ve been with us for three months now, and haven’t made use of anything, so I wanted to remind you.”

“Oh… y-yes,” she can feel the heat rising to her cheeks at the thought of requesting Marco’s services. “How, um… how does that work, exactly?”

“You walk up to one of your fellow employees and request what you desire.” Rayleigh explains, a smile on his lips that she doesn’t notice, embarrassment at the idea of it already addling her thoughts. “Of course, I would be happy to act as an intermediary, since the first time can be… tense.” 

“Really?” The way she lights up, the relief obvious in her voice and her expression, is so adorable he’s tempted to offer up his services right then and there.

But the old owner knows he’s not the one on the edges of her dreams.

Rayleigh nods. “Of course.”

“All… alright. I’ll think it over, and let you know, thank you, sir.” Coralee replies, bowing to Rayleigh before heading up to her room for the night.

For two days Coralee mulled over who to ask for. No one would turn down Rayleigh asking on her behalf, which was half of her current issue. The Escorts for the club worked in it willingly, but the idea of someone sleeping with her because the boss told them to, made her stomach knot.

She wanted Marco, but she didn’t want him to indulge her because Rayleigh was ordering it. She wasn’t sure she could pluck up the courage to ask him herself, and even then it’s likely he wouldn’t turn her down anyway, because he wouldn’t want to hurt her feelings.

It would be strictly business. Nothing more.

The idea of transactional sex with Marco makes her heart hurt more than the idea of being rejected by him, honestly. Not that it wouldn’t functionally be what she needs, but when it comes to Marco what she wants is an emotional connection. What she wants is Marco, not the slice of him that he lays out for his work.

But turning to someone else in The Club felt icky. As though she’d be betraying her feelings toward him.

Shanks had a past with Marco, as far as Coralee knew, and that could cause issues between them as much as it could cause discomfort between her and Marco. Other escorts were just as capable of solving her issue, but most of them were younger than her, and it was difficult to put her finger on why, but that left her feeling worse. Partly because it felt like she would be insulting Marco’s skills by picking someone less experienced.

In the end, there was only one option she felt she had. She’d just have to hope he didn’t turn her down.

“Me?” Rayleigh’s brows raise for a second before he smiles warmly. “You’re certainly allowed to request my time, sweet girl.” He assures her. “I’m booked tonight, but I’ll find time tomorrow, if that works for you.”

Coralee nods. “I’m grateful, sir, thank you.”

“Certainly.”

Requesting the time of one of the owners meant that she wasn’t choosing an escort over Marco, and while discretion was solid from anyone in The Club, it was difficult to top the owners. She wasn’t worried that someone might blab to Marco, and she wasn’t foolish enough to think they’d taunt him about it—she knew she wasn’t desirable like that.

But she didn’t want him to know. 

It made her feel oddly guilty, now that things were set, and it was difficult to look at Marco during the following shift. Despite the layer of awkwardness that was settling between them, both of them kept it professional.

And of course he would. Marco might be a good friend, and it wasn’t like he knew what she had planned. Plus, she was certain he didn’t think about it beyond their precious friendship.

Coralee shakes the thought out of her head as she steps into the private room where Rayleigh was waiting for her. It was up on the second floor where the executives were, so it would look like she was going to the boss’ office, and not into one of the private rooms on the club floor.

The air changes when the door closes behind her.

The room is dim enough she can’t really see at first, but she can feel Rayleigh standing behind her. Warm, calloused hands pressing against her shoulders tenderly.

“You can tell me to stop at any point,” he begins, his voice low and gentle, like he’s trying to calm her and educate her at the same time. His hands slide down to her arms, giving her a reassuring squeeze as he leans down, speaking closer to her ear. “You can close your eyes and picture whomever you please.”

She can’t help the soft flinch that shivers through her, but Rayleigh’s already urging her to get undressed. There’s no space for her shame or worry, he’s already pulling the weight of control from her with skilled movements. Clothes slip off her skin and pool on the floor while heated kisses press into her shoulders, and along her back. His hands are firm, moving her carefully and slowly through the room, fingers teasing her stiffening nipples as his teeth drag along the back of her neck.

Pleasure coils in her stomach as she’s moved, getting her knees up onto the edge of the bed like it was all part of a dance. Rayleigh has her back braced against his chest, one hand teasing her clit, the other tugging at her nipples. The soft curves of her body trembling against his taut body. The steady kisses along her shoulder seem to count down the fleeting moments before the first orgasm washes over her. It’s soft, inevitable, and once the tension of it shifts through her body, the gentle afterglow helps her relax.

There was no defense against it, the way he pulled pleasure out of her so easily. Her nerves made it so that it took her mind a moment to realize she’d came so quickly, the hazy comfort of the back end of an orgasm making her more aware of him. More aware of her own sensations.

Sagging in Rayleigh’s grip, he leans her forward, letting her spill onto the mattress, hips in the air because its what he wants. His fingers never leave her clit, the soft touch sending skittering scratches of pleasure through her thighs and down her back. 

Leaving no time for her to come down from her high entirely, his fingers slip inside, one hand splayed open on her back, holding her in place. Slow, steady, sinking in deeper with practiced care. Not just to be tender, but also to give Coralee time to say something if she needed to. 

The only sound that slips from her beautiful lips are half-murmured words of relief. 

“Sweet seas,” she sighs, legs widening just a little at his urging, her hips shifting against Rayleigh’s hand. His ring finger teases her clit with skilled ease, his thumb spreading her labia while the two fingers between curl and scissor inside her. 

There’s no repetition in his movements until he seems to find what he had been looking for. The steady shifting of his fingers lingers against something that makes Coralee’s breath catch in her throat.

Blood rushes beneath her skin when the sensation repeats, and the finger against her clit applies a little more pressure, working against the flushed bundle with precision. A strange sound escapes her, part question part moan as her legs start to tremble. Her fingers grip the bedding as her entire body starts to tense.

She’s never built up to a second orgasm so soon after one. There’s a deep sensation in her body, almost uncomfortable, but the moment she can feel it it’s already being swept aside by the master taking care of her.

Muscles tighten and release, her heartbeat speeds up, and there’s a heat in her face leaving her feeling dizzy. The movement of Rayleigh’s fingers are accompanied by a loud wet noise, and the realization that Coralee’s dripping down her own thighs with each shift if his fingers. It’s embarrassing, but the embarrassment is already losing against the impending pleasure ready to take her over.

“Don’t fight it, pretty girl.” Rayleigh says softly. The intent reaches her ears, but for some reason all she can really hear is how wet she is.

How messy she must already be. How he’s barely started and she’s already coming apart. Was she this desperate for sex, or was Rayleigh simply that good?

There’s a fleeting moment of panic where she realizes she’s gushing and moaning in the boss’ private bedroom, seconds away from cumming a second time. Before the shame can grab hold of her, Rayeligh’s fingers snap the tension building between her thighs with precision. 

The sudden rush forces a deep sound from Coralee, a noise she’s never really made before, as though the orgasm itself is squeezing her throat even as she shivers against his fingers. The low growl in her throat turns into a shuddering moan when Rayleigh smacks her ass. It’s not hard enough to be a proper spank, the brief snap causing her to gasp, pulling in a deep breath, hips rolling back into his hand.

Rayleigh’s fingers drag her through the orgasm until tears prick her eyes and she starts pulling at the bedding. The soft overstimulation driving her to try and get away from it, even as ecstasy and pleasure make her body shiver.

“Don’t wander far,” Rayleigh says, his hands against her hips. She can feel wet vs dry, but it doesn’t matter as the firm grip of both pull her back toward him, raising her hips into the air again. Keeping her where he wants her. 

Where she needs to be for the satisfaction she craves.

The tip nestling between her soaked folds seems impossibly hard. Less like flesh and blood and more like actual steel. How someone can be so tender, so sweet to talk to, so comfortably safe to be around, and still be intimidating with seemingly no effort was not a mystery Coralee could solve right now.

The act is slow, deliberate. He’s letting her feel every inch as he slides in, deeper and deeper until his cock pushes in beyond where his fingers could reach. The stretch sends a shiver down her legs, and a soft whine past her lips and once she breathes in he pushes in flush with her hips. The swift movement sends stars dancing through her vision and it doesn’t take him long to pry another orgasm out of her.

The pleasure throbbing through her body is all she can really hold onto. The sheets are warm from her own body already, damp from the sweat beading on her skin. Her hair is sticking to her face and back and all she can feel is the steel rod her pussy is fluttering against, and the warmth of his hands on her hips.

“You come apart so sweetly,” he praises, hands caressing Coralee’s ass before he squeezes the cheeks, making her moan into the bedding. “I’m delighted you chose me for this, young miss.” He presses his thumb against the tight ring of muscle between her cheeks, and slows his own pace for a second when her body tightens around him.

“Oh my,” the words are a sweet melody that she doesn’t have the capacity to really register, but she grabs the bedding, back arching and face coming off the mattress when the cold lube hits her skin.

“Puh-please,” Coralee gasps. “I - I haven’t!” 

“Just a toy,” he promises, one set of fingers slowly and carefully working lube into her tight ass, the other set of fingers teasing her clit. “I promise, it won’t be large, and you’ll enjoy it.”

Her face is pressed against the bedding, back curving against hips that are willing to push back against him, needy for more, desperate for an unknown that makes her a little nervous. 

“Y-yes,” the agreement is drenched in the heat of pleasure that has her by the throat, but she means it. There’s trust between them, that Rayleigh wouldn’t dare to harm her.

“Two more,” he promises, single finger plunging in easily with all the lube. 

She’s not really sure how she’s endured three already, and the idea of two more has silent tears dripping from her lashes. It’s not fear, she’s safe in his care, but it is intense. It feels so good, but it’s so much, and being with Rayleigh is like handing over control of her body. 

It wasn’t even a conscious thing, it wasn’t like he asked. It was a foregone conclusion the second the door closed. Certainly he’d stop if she asked, but there wasn’t any room for anything else but bliss in her mind right now.

It was all Coralee could do to not feel like she was going to float away, lost in an endless sea of euphoria.

“Nnnnggghhh!” The harsh groan hisses through clenched teeth as her body tenses in physical pleasure again. The strange sensation of his finger inside her had only delayed her climb by a moment or two, his own skill driving her to the crest quickly.

“There’s a good girl, one more.” He hums, pushing the plug into her ass before she’s even started to come down from the orgasm.

It’s thicker than his finger, but not so big as to be concerning. Coralee’s body seems to move on its own, half trying to get away from the newest sensation, half trying to push back into it. It’s Rayleigh that wants the toy to go in, however, so in it goes, the relief of the smaller stem causing her to gasp as the flared base settles against her skin.

He presses against the base, rolling his finger and causing the stiff toy to shift inside her while he continues to thrust into her pussy. Tears are ruining her face, her vision already muddy from the lack of glasses. She can’t even remember when he took them off, and her legs are shaking so much the only reason she’s not flat on her stomach is because of him.

“Please, please, I can’t, I can’t… can’t,” Coralee babbles into the bedding, holding on for dear life as the fifth orgasm starts to swirl around her thighs and tighten with each thrust from Rayleigh.

“You can,” Rayleigh asserts, his pace picking up. “You’ll rest after this, don’t fret.” 

She’ll rest for days after this, she’s certain. Everything was set up when she already had the next couple days scheduled off, but right now she wasn’t sure that a paltry forty-eight hours would be enough to recover. Sweat slips along her skin, and dampens the bed, her muscles are screaming for mercy, but the pleasure building up inside her is more powerful than her own exhaustion.

Coralee’s entire body is trembling by the time the fifth orgasm crests, the shivering sob that slips from her lips is filled more with relief than ecstasy. The pleasure ripping through her body is intense, white-hot and almost terrifying, causing her cry out to be saved.

Rayleigh hears her call for Marco, his name having slipped her lips more than once while she was lost in pleasure. He won’t berate or tease her for it, especially since he already had plans to help the both of them out. It’s not his nature to interfere usually, but this won’t be much interference anyway.

She’s practically jelly when he pulls the plug free and lays her out carefully on the bed. Her heart is thundering against her ribs, her breath is coming out in quick huffs as she works to catch it. She’s flushed down to her stomach, splotches over her arms and breasts, looking absolutely radiant. Marco will have to put some effort in to see this sight on his own time, Rayleigh’s taking this moment to indulge himself for now.

Once her breathing settles and her eyes begin to focus on him, he smiles, pulling a clean sheet over her.

“Rest for a moment.” He instructs. “It is with great regret I must attend to business after such divine pleasure,” he assures her, brushing her damp hair back. “Someone will be in shortly to help you clean up.”

The words don’t really register with Coralee as she slips off to sleep. Beyond exhausted, but more satisfied than she expected, it wasn’t difficult to drift off. 

It’s difficult for her to say how long she slept. Falling into such a deep sleep had her feeling refreshed as her eyes opened, and before she could even try to sort out how much time had gone by, there was a smile greeting her that she had not expected.

Marco was seated nearby, hands folded in his lap, a warm smile on his face. Coralee pulls the sheet up, covering her entire body, and there’s a soft chuckle from Marco.

“It’s alright, sweetest.” He assures her. “I’m not judging you.”

“Rayleigh said… some-someone would be in to help me cl-clean up.” Coralee stammers from behind the sheet.

“That he did.” Marco hums.

“… You?” 

“Me.” He answers.

The soft whimper that escapes Coralee is nothing like the noises she was making earlier. Quiet as this one is, it’s a little pathetic. At the moment, she wants to disappear.

“I can go get someone else, if I’m making you uncomfortable, dearest.” He offers, a subtle pang of sadness in his voice.

Dearest. Sweetest. Marco didn’t really talk in absolutes like that. In the few months Coralee had been working with him, his every word had stuck in her mind because Marco himself stuck in her mind. He stuck with the company script for clients, using terms like honored guest, and sweet flower. 

“N-no.” Coralee was a bit concerned her heart was going to pop, after all it had gone through tonight, and it was pounding in her chest again. “Please… stay.”

Unlike other hosts and escorts he didn’t even often drawl out a darlin’ or sweetheart, reserving those for his coworkers when he wasn’t just using names. Even then, he never used those words for her.

It was always Dearest. Sweetest. My sweet girl.

“Always,” Marco replies, though the word is so soft she’s not entirely sure she heard him.

Lowering the sheet, Coralee’s blurry vision locked onto Marco’s form easily. It feels a little like the details she already knows are filling in for her. But it’s hard to say if he’s smiling or not right now. The blurry form that he is moves, handing over her glasses from the nightstand.

Marco comes into sharp clarity for Coralee as she puts her glasses on, the soft smile, the beauty of his features, and a soft sadness in his eyes. Maybe. She might be imagining it. Might be imagining all of this, honestly.

“I’m sorry,” the words are soft, hesitant. She’s hiding behind the sheet, eyes down cast. 

“There’s nothing for you to apologize for, Coralee.” The sound of his voice is making her heart beat faster and there’s a tension in the air she can’t seem to break. “I may want you all to myself, but I’m in no position-.”

Coralee makes an odd noise, her eyes staring off into nothing for a second. The strange action halts Marco’s words, and when she shifts her gaze enough to look at him, he smiles.

“I’m greedy, yoi.” He admits. “… Can I be?” 

Coralee pulls the sheets up again, barely peeking over the edge. Her mind is reeling, and she can feel the heat rushing up to her face. Marco was surrounded by beautiful people day in and day out. There was, as far as she was concerned, no way she could compete. He was one of the top names in The Club, people paid excessive amounts of money just for an hour of his time.

Hundreds of things race through her mind. Her own insecurities, her disbelief of this current situation, all the concerns, fears, and aching pains of yearning.

“You’re beautiful.” The only words that make it past her lips are the ones most obvious to her mind. Marco is beautiful. Handsome might have been a better word, but she’s barely holding on as it is.

Marco’s eyes go wide for a second before he smiles so perfectly it makes her heart ache. “So are you, my sweet treasure.” He assures her, reaching out carefully, slowly, tugging gently at the sheet she’s clinging onto, and pulling it down. 

“Next time, I would be honored to take care of you from start to finish,” he says softly, pressing his lips against her forehead.

“N-next time?” 

It’s that same perfect smile, and he nods. “And the time after that, and the one after that. I am asking you to let me be greedy, yoi.” 

He rubs a lock of her hair between his fingers after dragging his knuckles against her cheek, brushing a few strands back. Thinking takes more than she has left in her at this moment, but there’s not much to think about right now.

“I’m dreaming,” she asserts, even as he presses another kiss against her forehead. “I must be.”

“Say yes, sweetest, and it’s a dream that won’t ever end, I promise.” He hums quietly, his thumb brushing the  tear away from her cheek.

“Yes,” the word is soft and unsure as Coralee, but through her bleary gaze she manages to look at him. “I… I love you so hard, it hurts.”

His hand cradles her face, his lips are against hers and the sudden warmth makes her gasp. He’s gentle, his tongue licking against hers, his hungry mouth holding back only as much as he can manage, trying desperately to not overwhelm her, and also trying to devour her at the same time. Her soft fingers on his arm breaks the first kiss, but he’s already urging her to lay back, leaning over her with smile she’d never seen before.

“I’ll help you clean up, but I don’t want to wait any longer.” He admits, tossing the sheet aside and kissing her lips again. 

The sweet pleasure of his kisses has her arms moving toward him, fingers raking through his hair, nails moving over his shoulder. The gentle touches spur him on, the hungry kiss against her lips trail down to her neck. He shifts onto the bed, easily caging his body over hers. The rustle of his clothing is a soft reminder of her own nakedness, but her mind can hardly hold onto that thought as his lips travel further down.

Sweat is dry on her skin, but the salty taste doesn’t bother him. The only thing Marco can think of as his lips kiss the soft skin between her breasts is how he’ll always be able to take his time. Desire has him half mad with need right now and it’s every ounce of skill and patience to be gentle, but time spent with Rayleigh can knock even the most skilled escorts out of the sky.

He needs to be tender for her sake.

“Marco,” the sweet shivering sound of his voice on his lips nearly has him cum in his pants. Looking up he can see those beautiful eyes looking down at him, her face flushed deep. “I… need to get cleaned up.”

“Soon,” he assures her, kissing slowly and deliberately up the curve of her breast.

“I - I’m di-dirty though,” she stammers, voice shakier as his lips inch closer to her sensitive nipples.

“You’re beautiful.” He replies. “If I wait, you’ll need another bath, yoi.” The warm kiss on her stiff peak makes her gasp and it’s unbelievably cute. “Relax, sweetest girl, I’ll take care of everything.”

“Trust me,” he assures her, his hand teasing one breast while his lips return to the other. Coralee has no room to argue, not that she would even if she could, the soft sensations of his tender care urging quiet, but lascivious sounds from her lips.

The fading ache of her earlier romp is heavy in her bones, but Marco’s actions feel so good, like his touch alone is melting the aches in her body. It’s warm, and relaxing, her hips shifting as the scruff on his chin tickles her skin. It’s not until his hands are spreading her legs that she’s even fully aware that the meandering kisses had traveled him so far down.

“Relax, and just enjoy it, yoi,” he prompts her, feeling her body tense fleetingly. The healing flames he’s sunk into her, should make it easy for her to cum again, but will have her wearing out faster. 

His arms slip under her thighs, reaching up until they find her hands. He threads his fingers between hers, feeling her hands tremble in his when he kisses her labia. The soft kisses persist for a moment before his tongue slips between her folds and rubs against her clit. 

“M-Marco, it’s … it’s…”

“Delicious,” he hums, flicking his tongue against the sensitive bundle before he tightens his hold on her hands, pushing his face deeper. 

Coralee was aware of his devil fruit, but she didn’t yet know everything it could do. As his tongue pushes into her pussy she begins to understand.

The long tongue goes deeper, and deeper, thick and pliable, shifting inside her with more dexterity than anything else could hope to replicate. There’s nothing in her head left to worry about the situation. It’s just pleasure from the tongue carefully learning every part of her it can reach, while his nose nestles against her clit. His fingers rub against hers reassuringly, and the deep hum of satisfaction in his chest purrs against her body, rolling her eyes back and her hips up.

Her legs part on their own as the pleasure builds, desperate to have more of him. She’s just as greedy as he is, to have him just a little closer, just a little more of him. Marco doesn’t disappoint, his tongue rubbing places inside her that makes her clit throb against his nose. He pulls her hands, forcing himself as deep as he can, letting her nails bite into his skin as she shivers, caught between pleasure and exhaustion.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” Coralee’s voice begs desperately, and he has no intention of stopping. Even if her voice had begged otherwise he wasn’t sure he had the willpower to cease right now. Not when she was so close. 

His hands shift as her orgasm nears, pushing her legs open when they begin to shake. Her fingers find purchase in his hair, and he wants to tell her to push him deeper, but he won’t dare to break away from his focus right now to speak. 

The hallowed cry of euphoria from her lips as her body comes undone for him is the only gospel he cares to hear. The sweet taste of her pleasure floods against his tongue and he thinks he could live forever like this. 

He takes care enough to help her ride the orgasm through, slowing and carefully pulling his tongue out of her when the last few shivering waves of pleasure shudder through her thighs. 

“That’s my good girl.” He hums quietly, lifting himself up and kissing carefully up her stomach and back to her trembling lips. Light kisses stolen away between the shaky breaths she’s taking.

“How’re you feeling?” he prompts, brushing her hair back and kissing her forehead.

Coralee nods before she answers. “G-good.”

“I… want so much more of you, sweet pearl.” He admits, kissing her lips a little longer this time. “But I want to fill that desire from beginning to end properly.” 

Coralee smiles. “I am… pretty tired.”

“You did only sleep for about twenty minutes.” He assures her, moving off the bed. “Lets get you cleaned up, and into your bed.”

Marco moves before Coralee can, taking her glasses off and setting them on the nightstand before scooping her up easily into his arms like a princess. The action stammers her brain, and she can’t even protest, merely squeaking a little before covering her face with her hands.

“Or my bed, if you want.” He adds, heading toward the bathroom.

The sound she makes this time is a muffled whine, lost behind her hands. Marco grins, kissing the crown of her head before he sets her down and begins to get the bath going. 

“I would’ve set this up before collecting you, but I didn’t want to wake you up.” 

“I wouldn’t have m-minded.” Shy eyes shift over to Marco, and he smiles back at her.

“Sorry, I was enjoying watching you sleep, yoi.”

“Ah… I…” Unsure of what to say, she hides her face again. 

“Not just gorgeous, but absolutely adorable.” Marco hums as the tub fills.

There’s a moment of silence, a warm, fuzzy kind of quiet as water continues to fill the tub. Coralee’s hands leave her face and she fidgets with her fingers, slowly mustering up the courage to voice her thoughts. 

The water turns off, and Marco kneels down before her, putting a hand over hers and letting her have another moment to speak.

“You… you don’t call anyone else things like that.” She says quietly, her voice sure and uncertain at the same time. “Just me.” 

“Just you.” He agrees. “You are the most dear to me, yoi.”

“Me?” She sounds so surprised it nearly breaks his heart.

Tilting her gaze up with a gentle nudge of his hand he nods. “Just you, my most dear Coralee.”

“I… I’m sorry, I didn’t—.” His finger is against her lips, the tears on the edges of her eyes barely breaking free when she blinks.

“I should’ve said something,” he interrupts. “A long time ago, yoi. But even I got caught up in my own mind, thinking you wouldn’t want someone who did the things I do.”

“I don’t think less of you, never!” She asserts and he smiles. “Everyone here is so wonderful, and you… you’re… you’re perfect.”

Of all the times Coralee had admired Marco, up close like this, watching the blood rush up to face, flushing his cheeks and turning his ears red, was the most amazing thing she’d seen so far. When the tears fall down her cheeks this time, it’s relief, when they aren’t brushed away by Marco, it’s because she’s already put her arms around him, hugging him.

In part to spare him from being so flustered, and in part because she wanted to hug him.