I come back home to find you on the couch, staring at the ceiling. You do not seem to notice me yet, focused on something I cannot see. I call your name and get no reaction, it is only when I step up and place a hand on your arm that you turn to look at me. A spark of joyous recognition lights up your eyes as they meet mine.
"Hey." you whisper, a tired smile spreading over your face.
"Are you alright?" I ask and take my place beside you, and you waste no time pulling me closer for a kiss. Taken by surprise, I barely have time to respond to the sensation before we part again, and you rest your forehead against mine instead.
"I am now," you whisper, "Welcome home."
I can’t hold back a laugh; though your words barely ease my concern. I lean back to get a better look at you. The bags under your eyes have disappeared, but still, somehow you seem… spent. “Is it getting worse?” I ask.
You shake your head, clearly trying to be reassuring, “No, dear. I can deal with it just fine.”
“Are you sure?” I should not push it, I know, but it has been weeks now, and still all I have heard about that last battle was from the news, not from you. “If you need to talk about what happened, if you blame yourself for-”
“Hey!” I am interrupted by your finger on my lips, and softly but insistently, you say, “I appreciate the offer, but I did what I had to. I know I made the right call, so there is no blame or anything of that sort. Can you trust me on that?”
I nod faintly. You haven’t moved your finger.
We stay in that position for a while, neither wanting to end the moment. I wonder if your hands have always been this cold, or if it is just the winter air. It is not unpleasant, though, and I can tell you feel the same. Our eyes meet again, and a smirk spreads over your face.
“Do you have any other plans for tonight?” you ask, and your hand finally shifts, now cupping my cheek.
“Nothing in particular,” I reply. “What did you have in mind?” I already know, of course, but hell, this is much more fun.
“Well, darling… there’s ways you can help me feel better besides talking.” And with that, you give me a push, just firm enough that I end up on the floor. I could have stopped it if I wanted to, but right now we are clearly after the same thing, and before you have time to give me any instruction, I am on my knees in front of you. The look you give me, that pleased little look… I expect to see a lot of it in the near future. Firmly, I grasp your hand to pull you down into another kiss, this one much messier than the last, as I am more focused on unbuttoning your shirt while I have you within reach. You smile into it, lazily catching my lower lip between your teeth, and a heavy sigh escapes my throat. Once I get free, you quickly pull my shirt over my head and toss it aside. I move downwards, slowly but surely placing kisses along your neck, when you seize my wrist to guide my hand further down, between your legs. The message is clear: ‘Get on with it.’ Before I do, I kiss your throat one last time, just above the soft skin of your gills, and the air hisses as you suck it in. I’ve come to love that spot.
Your pants have hit the floor by now, all I have to do is slip a hand between your thighs and push them apart. You lean back on the couch, fingers lazily draped against my chin, as I run my fingertips up your thighs, not as slowly as I would like, but I feel your impatience, and in a way, I share it too. It has been a while since we have had time for ourselves, and since the battle you have not been in the mood. A few strokes are enough to get you fully hard, and I finally get into place between your knees, finally take you in, finally feel your weight on my tongue again. You let out a low hum; I glance up to see that look on your face once more.
“Do you know how pretty you look like this?” you ask, knowing how my heart flutters at the praise, “Now get to work, won’t you?”
Not that you needed to say that. I would not have been able to keep still much longer, too inviting is your taste, and too sweet are the hums and gasps I can draw out of you. I run my tongue along your length, start moving my head, and surely enough your sounds of agreement set in. How I’ve longed to have you like this! That sweetest music coming from your lips, feeling your hand gently holding me in place, your pleasured look meeting my eyes whenever I open them, your taste and smell filling my mind just as your cock fills my mouth, and my warmth against the cold of your skin.
My hands wander over your thighs, your stomach and hips, caressing every bit of smooth skin they can reach, almost as if of their own volition, until I move one back to start stroking you again while my lips and tongue are busy with the head. I hear you gasp for air, and the hand against my cheek disappears, but you leave me no time to complain before I feel it grab a strand of my hair and you pull, just enough to hurt, forcing a muffled moan out of me in return.
“Don’t think I forgot how much you like that, darling…” you mutter, “You are doing this so well, you deserve something in return.”
Again, I moan against you, and I feel your breath tremble and muscles tense up, giving me a split second to prepare as you thrust your hips forward. I remove my hand from the base of your cock, instead letting you in all the way, and start swallowing, feeling the first drops passing from your tip. Your groans grow louder, and once more I feel the sharp pain on my scalp as you pull. It is heavenly, and maybe it is the time we spent apart, the weeks and months without being able to love you like this, that make it seem so much better than what I am used to. Not that any of the times we did this before were bad, of course, but fuck, the way you are currently occupying all of my senses with pure bliss is something else. And the feeling seems to be mutual.
“Are you trying to make me cum already?”
I see no need to reply directly, instead doubling my efforts to draw more out of you, longing to taste you. But you won’t have it, and thrust into my throat one last time before pushing my head away with both hands and pulling out. My disappointment must be showing all too clearly, both on my face and through the whimper I give off at the sudden stop.
“You can have that later, love.” You slip out of your unbuttoned shirt, push yourself up, and as you get on your feet I can barely withstand the temptation to slip my lips around you again. “Right now I want something else.”
I understand, and that prospect seems just as inviting, so I take your hand to get up myself.
You do not let go, instead closing the gap between us immediately for a deep, impassioned kiss, undoubtedly tasting remnants of yourself there. It is only when my back hits the wall that I notice you have been leading us away from the couch. It knocks the breath out of me for a moment, just before I have the chance to regain it you stick your hand down the pants that I am still wearing for some fucking reason, letting me continue to gasp for air. I barely realized how hard blowing you has gotten me until now, and suddenly I am yearning for contact there. You quickly get my pants out of the way, after which our eyes meet again.
I nod, whimpering again at your touch.
“Good.” is all you say to that, and the wait is killing me at this point. Payback for testing your patience earlier, I guess, but that does not make it any better.
I press out a pained expression, and you, you little shit, have the audacity to laugh.
‘You know exactly what it is.’ is what I want to say, but somehow “Ughh, dammit Rime… Just take me already.” is what comes out.
I can see your eyes darken at that, and fuck, I don’t think I’ve seen something this hot in a long time.
You gesture for me to turn around, which I do, putting my arms against the wall, and waste no time to start loosening me up, leaning above me, your chest against my back.
“Do you know how many times I have thought about this while out there?” you whisper in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine that I am certain you can feel, “How often I would wonder when I’d get to see you like this again?”
“It’s been the- the same for me.” I reply, cut off halfway through as you slip in another finger, somehow finding just the right spot with almost every thrust already, “Gods, I’ve missed you.”
Instead of a reply, you start pressing kisses all over my shoulder blades, all the while continuing to work on me with your fingers, until you pull them out all at once. Instead I can feel you positioning yourself behind me.
“May I?” you ask, and I can hear that damned smile in your voice.
That is all the invitation you need, and the second you slam into me I almost lose my balance, catching myself against the wall just in time. For a short while you just stay put, waiting for me to readjust, and soon I start pushing back against you, seeking more. You take this as a sign to start moving, pushing further, once again finding the right spots to make me see stars with ease. One hand slips forwards, beginning to stroke, I feel my fingernails cutting into the skin of my palms in clenched fists, and you step up the pace yet again. I begin to wonder how long you will be able to keep this up. Your grip on my thigh must be leaving bruises by now. Still you continue hammering into me, unrelenting, and I do not know if I want to ask for more, to get my release or stay right here as long as I possibly can.
Maybe you sense this, that indecision, and your hand’s movements grow firmer. “I told you I know I made the right call…” you press out, underlining every other word with a powerful thrust, “Do you know how I’m so sure of that?”
“How?” is all I can get out in between deep groans, but I’m sure it is all you want.
“Because whatever I have to do for this, it’s worth it. Whatever it takes to be with you, Huang Ru, I’ll do it.”
And somehow amidst everything else, it is those words that send me over the edge, taking you with me. You keep moving as long as you can, keep pushing, riding out every last second of both our orgasms, until finally you collapse against my back. We breathe for a moment, basking in the feeling, before you pull out and get to cleaning us up.
“That was nice…” I whisper. You just smile back at me. I move to catch a strand of your hair that has slipped past your ear and push it back. It’s gotten quite long now, a good look if you ask me.
“Shit, are you hurt?” You stare at my palm, concern showing clearly in your eyes.
“Huh?” I take a look myself to see the small wounds my nails left earlier. “Oh, that. It’s alright, no worries.” You take my hand once more, much more gently now, and press a kiss to the cuts, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Anything for you, darling. I meant that.”
