#yapperwrites

You walk down a busy street, the path is familiar to you – it leads to the Internet Cafe, where you go to do your personal admin tasks and unwind playing games after a stressful day at work. It is already dark outside, but the sound of rain splattering onto your umbrella and lights of the nearby shops shining from the windows as you walk past are keeping you company.

As you reach your destination, you notice a printed note on the door "Today we are closing for maintenance at 10pm. Come back tomorrow for usual working hours." You sigh, as you usually prefer to stay for longer, the whole point of it being open 24/7.

Familiar clacking of the keyboard, murmur of conversations and laughter of groups of people engaged in a computer game greets you as you walk in. You put away your umbrella and head to the administrator's desk. Your heart starts pounding faster, as it does every time you see him. Joost, who works at the cafe, is sitting at his desk, a usual scowl on his face and a cigarette hanging from his lips, even though there is a No smoking sign. He is the sole reason this place is running as smoothly as it does, he keeps every customer at check. From the first time you came here, you could tell everyone is scared of him due to his mean attitude, but it thrills you – the smudged eyeliner look he has, his style, how he towers over everyone, it all excites you. You haven't talked to him much, he keeps it pretty short with everyone, an uninterested look on his face, so getting a few words from him always seems like a win.

You unbutton your jacket and fix your skirt, which you wore just for him – today it is even shorter than usual. He doesn't talk much, but you can feel his eyes on you, when you wear those skirts. How he rolls his eyes, when you bat your eyes at him asking for help on the computer, even though you know how to fix it yourself, he is annoyed, but never denies your ask for help. It excites you knowing you have some effect on him.

"Hi, 2 hours please." you say as you reach his desk, sliding the exact amount of cash for 2 hours on the computer and internet.

"We close at 10 today." he doesn't look up, takes your money.

"I saw the note." you say and before he can point at what computer is free, you chime in. "I was thinking...do you need any help?"

He stops typing, stares at the screen and then looks up at you. You smile cheerily, "I can help with the maintenance, whatever that is, or I can vacuum. It will be faster together." yet his facial expression doesn't change from the usual bored scowl.

"We are fine." he says and turns back to the computer.

"5th computer is yours for 2 hours" he points at the direction of the desk.

You turn around to walk towards it, not entirely surprised by his answer, but it was worth a try. You say hi to other usual customers you've become friends with. As you take a seat, you look behind your shoulder, catching Joost staring at the exposed skin provided by your short skirt. You can't help but clench your thighs together, hoping he notices how a simple glance from him arouses you, wishing it was him touching you directly.

2 hours go by fast. You throw your head back laughing at something a guy next to you said. He is funny, and has been a good company, you put your hand on his thigh, not meaning anything by it, other than trying to catch yourself as you laugh again leaning forward. On accident your eyes meet Joost, who is watching your hand on the guy's thigh – his scowl angrier than usual, the cigarette letting out smoke as it hangs from his lips.

"It's 10pm. Everyone – out." Joost stands up to announce and walks towards the desks with a trash bag to collect any junk left by the customers.

You start to pack your things, when you feel a hand on your upper arm. It's a guy you met earlier, "I was thinking, maybe you want to grab a drink with me? There is a good bar nearby. If you are not busy."

You are about to reply, when you hear a familiar deep voice coming from behind you. "She is helping here today."

You turn to face Joost. "I thought you said-"

"Yeah. Change of plans. Are you staying or no?"

You look at the guy, who is still waiting for your answer. "Sorry, I can't today."

The last customer leaves – it's just you and Joost now. You stand awkwardly, not really having expected your evening to turn out this way.

"Grab the trash bag, throw out anything that's not supposed to be on the desks. And wipe them down later, cleaning wipes are next to the printer. I will vacuum. The guys should come soon to update the computers." you just stare at him, this must be the most you've heard him talk.

"What?" he asks with raised eyebrows after you don't reply.

"Nothing." you giggle and grab the trash bag. This should be fun.

It is not a big space, so you keep bumping into each other, as he vacuums under the desks, you mutter little sorries, but he keeps at task, seemingly in his own world. His presence in the same room feels electric, now that everyone else is gone, you want his attention more than ever. You bend down and reach forward on the desk as if to pick up the trash at the back of it, your skirt bunching up higher revealing even more skin. You know he notices it, you don't even have to look back to feel his eyes on you. Even a little brush of his arm next to you makes your breath hitch, you wonder if he can tell. Was it jealousy that made him change his mind and let you stay? You want to talk to him, but the constant noise of the vacuum cleaner makes it impossible.

The next time, you intentionally pick a desk to clean right where he is vacuuming. You lean against it and your ass brushes against his hip. He doesn't move away, you wiggle your hips slightly. The noise suddenly stops.

"What are you doing?" he asks. Only the buzz of computers running and your both heavy breathing can be heard in the room. You haven't noticed how worked up he has gotten you just by being close, but seeing how his own chest is rising and falling you can guess it had the same effect on him.

"What do you mean?" you are still in the same position, and he also hasn't moved. He looks down at where your ass meets his hip. The cool metal clasp of his pants feels nice on your skin. You play coy and it thrills you what he will do about it. "I am cleaning the desks as you told me to, am I not?"

He groans and the sound of it makes you grin.

"Well, I think you missed a spot." his voice is lower than usual.

"Huh? Where?"

"Right there." he points at the suspicious stain at the back of the desk. You lean in to reach it, when you feel him move behind you. A pair of warm hands holding your waist, it makes you stop in your tracks, suddenly hot all over.

"Why did you stop? Should I help you?" his crotch is pressed behind you.

"I don't think I see it. I do need some help."

His palm slides from your waist up to your shoulder, down your arm, as he reaches your hand, holding it gently, his chest now pressed against your back. Your heart is threatening to jump out of your throat. The weight of his body on you, the smell of his cologne and cigarettes he smokes makes your head spin. You can't help but arch your back, a quiet moan slipping past your lips.

You hear him huff next to your ear. "Such a pretty girl. Coming here flaunting in your tiny skirts." he speaks quietly and a chill runs down your spine.

"Always the loudest laugh in the room." he continues and moves your hand to wipe down the stain, holding it firmly in his own. "But I can't even bring myself to say anything, because I love the sound of it." he admits. "Don't think I don't notice you."

"Oh, I know you notice." you try to calm your breathing, but fail miserably, it comes out more as a pathetic whimper. He chuckles at how fast he has gotten you wrapped around his finger.

"So you wear it just for me?" he continues moving your hand, his lips ghosting over your neck. "Not these other guys?"

"Only you. I don't need anyone else." you try to turn your head to look at him, but he straightens up and holds the back of your neck.

"Fuck." he groans, you can feel he is getting hard, the rough material of his jeans still pressed against you. You want him to know how wet he got you. "What should I do with you?"

His hand starts trailing from waist down to your thigh, when you hear the door open. He quickly takes a step back from you, turning away. You also stand up from the desk, fixing your hair.

"Hi. We are here for the computer updates?" one of the men says.

Joost goes up to greet them and show around. "Continue cleaning." he calls out to you, when walking past.

After awhile you start to get bored, now that you are not alone, Joost has gone back to ignoring you. The lack of his hands on you makes you feel so lonely, you can still remember the weight and warmth of him pressing you onto the desk, and it is still not enough. He is sitting at his desk, lighting up another cigarette, you watch him flick a lighter, taking a few deep drags filling his lungs with smoke.

You walk towards him. "Is there anything else I can help with?"

He looks around the room, "Honestly.. no. You can go home, you know." there is a hint in his voice that shows he feels bad for keeping you here waiting around for whatever reason. You must have better ways of spending the night rather than this dirty old place.

"I can stay." you reassure him. "I want to help you finish your shift." you trace a nail down his bicep. He looks at your hand, then back up at your face. After his confession of loving the sound of your laugh and calling you a pretty girl you became bolder. His eyes shift to the men still working on the computers, "How long will this take?" he calls out to them.

They shrug, looking at each other. "Like another.. hour or so." one of them replies. Your head drops in defeat, why is it taking so long.

"Sure you don't want to go home?" Joost asks you again.

"I'm sure."

"To help me finish the shift you said?" he laughs. And it makes you stop in your tracks. This is the first time you heard him laugh, what a beautiful sound. You need more of it.

"You are doing it again." he says, his attention back to the computer.

"Doing what?"

"Staring at me silently."

"I am fascinated by you." you want to smooth down the messy strands of hair sticking out in the back of his head. But restrict yourself not to push your luck too much.

"You are so weird." he says putting out his cigarette in an ashtray. "If you need something to do, here take the pencils, sharpen them." You sigh and take the pencils and the sharpener.

You are sitting at the opposite side of where the two men are busy working on computers, their chatter can be heard in the room. You have the perfect vision of Joost, from where you sit facing him, conveniently hidden from anyone else's eyes. He keeps checking on you, humming a melody while sharpening the pencils, as if it is the most interesting task in the world. He seems to have gotten back to his previous uninterested demeanour or just tries to act this way around others. You wave your fingers at him and shoot a smile. He shakes his head at you and is about to turn back to the computer, when you uncross your legs, slowly pushing them apart just for his viewing pleasure, you trace a pencil from your upper thigh closer to your skirt, raising it higher and higher, revealing the side of your panties. You look into his eyes, the bright blue irises almost invisible at this point, how aroused he is.

"We are done." the man stands up and starts to pack up their bags. Joost all but jumps out of his seat. "Thank you guys." and starts to walk them out of the door.

The door closes, the silence surrounding you both again. The anticipation is killing you, you tentatively stand up and head in his direction.

"I sharpened the pencils." you say showing him the sharp ends.

"Good." he takes the pencils, placing them on a nearby desk.

His back is turned to you, you take an opportunity to glide your hands along his back muscles. He doesn't scold you, or move away, so you continue working your hands up to his shoulders, down his arms. "You seem so tense."

You don't have time to react, he moves so quick pinning you to a desk behind you. The backs of your legs pressed against it, he is mere inches away from you, holding both your wrists in one hand. Joost leans his face down toward yours, his hand sliding down to your neck as he rests it there. His eyes dart between your soft lips and eyes.

"You really wanna get fucked here? Want me to pause my work for a needy slut?" He growls lowly, keeping a firm grip on your neck as he brings his face close to yours, his other hand holding your waist. The sudden change makes your head spin as you smile and look up at him through your lashes. You are finally getting exactly what you wanted. "Yes, please." your smile grows with your arousal as you keep your lidded eyes on his handsome face, plastered with frustration.

You wait for his next move, smiling innocently at him, even though there is not a single innocent thought in your head right now. "I want you, Joost." you say into his ear. He leans into your neck, his lips and moustache ghosting over the sensitive skin. You think he might kiss you, but he licks a stripe on your neck, it makes you moan louder than you anticipated and suddenly he turns you around. His hand pressing down on the back of your neck pushing you into the desk.

"I can give you what you want." he presses his crotch against you. It makes you gasp, you can feel he is big, it excites you to no end, just like the sound of the metal clacking, in the peripheral of your position you can see him undoing his belt and pushing his pants down just enough to free his erection. You were right, he is big – it will be a stretch, but so pleasurable, you are ready for anything he will give you. He wraps his hand around his dick, the tip already dripping pre-cum.

"You want this as bad as I do, don't you?" you ask, wiggling your ass at him.

He just groans in response, still working on his dick, looking down at you. In a swift motion, he flips your skirt up, exposing your panties to him.

"If you wanna pretend you're all angry with me you can, I always liked watching you get angry at other customers." you tease, feeling a new wave of arousal wash over you when you feel his eyes on you.

"Hurry up." you press yourself further into him.

He takes a hold of your hips, taking off your panties in a swift motion and slides his thumb down to your clit, rubbing slow teasing circles over it, effectively shutting you up. The hand he has on the back of your neck tightens against you as he watches your mouth open in a small o, your eyes rolling back in your head. "So fucking easy, I touch you a little and you behave," Joost says, his cock dripping pre-cum against your ass as he throbs watching your face contort from pleasure.

"I am not easy." you try to argue.

"No?" he speeds up his movements on your clit, the wet sound filling the room. "Look at you. I have barely touched you and you are already dripping wet." his fingers move to your hole, he dips one finger in, soon after the second finger follows.

You try to press your thighs together as he continues sliding his fingers in and out of you, but Joost is having none of that. His large thigh knocks your knees apart, keeping you spread open for him so he has full access to your pussy.

"M-mmmm" You moan, your ass wiggling back against him as you try to escape the intense pleasure he was giving you – or were you trying to get more? You are so lost in pleasure. "I want you inside. Put it in." you try to meet his eyes from your position. "Please."

He looks down at you, slowing down his movements, but not completely. "I don't have any condoms on me, sweetheart."

"That's okay. You can do it raw. I don't mind." you plead. "I am on the pill."

He grew even harder than before, your teary eyes and needy voice fogging his judgement. He spends a few more moments stretching you out on his fingers, listening to your moans, what makes you louder, making sure you are ready for him.

You whined at the loss of his fingers, but the feeling was soon replaced by the fat head of his cock. You reach your hand behind you, wrapping your hand around his cock. "Fuck." he exhales loudly as you move your hand from his head along the shaft. You rub the head up and down your folds, mixing his precum with your juices, making sure his cock was nice and wet before he fucked you. But also to hear more of his sounds, you could get drunk on every sound that leaves his mouth.

"Enough, baby. Or the fun will end far too soon for my liking." he moves your hand away.

"I am glad you are having fun, baby." you tease him at the use of a petname already. You wiggle your hips and hear a groan from him. "And you say I'm easy."

The smile from your lips changes into a moan, as you feel him catching his head against your entrance and pressing against it teasingly before he pulles back, making you whine. "Please."

"Please what?" he asks. You didn't miss the teasing tone in his voice, it was his turn to play with you now. "I need you inside. Please" you begged, pouting against his desk as you tried to look back at him, even though it is hard from your position. Joost releases the back of your neck to grab both of your wrists in one large hand, keeping them restrained against your lower back, as he slides his dick slowly into you. The stretch is there, but it is quickly replaced by pleasure when he starts to move dragging against your walls, there is no resistance at how wet you are.

He speeds up the pace of his hips against you, the slapping echoing louder in the room as he abuses your g-spot with his dick. "What's wrong? Too much?" Joost asks, faux sympathy laced in his voice. You can only moan in response. "That's too bad. You wanted this, so you're going to fucking take it." He groans.

He reaches down to rub your clit, feeling you clench around him. Your legs are shaking from the intense pleasure flooding your body. Joost's balls slapping harshly against your clit, making your brain turn to mush as he fucks you so deep.

He is getting embarrassingly close to his release, he hasn't gotten laid in awhile and you are making it so hard for him to last. He leans forward, his chest flush against your back as he crushes you with his weight, his hand restraining your wrists being crushed between your bodies, his mouth right against your ear as he says, "So fucking good for me."

Your eyes roll back in your head each time his fat tip brushes against your sweet spot deep inside you. "Would you have said yes to that guy asking you out?" He whispers, his deep voice in your ear sending goosebumps down your spine. His possessiveness makes you feel hot all over.

"Yes." you lie to see his reaction. "I wanted to agree."

"Oh yeah?" his thrusts get harder, both of his hand gripping your hips, moving you to meet his thrusts. "Would you let him fuck you like this?"

Your pussy squeezes tightly around his cock as he fucks you open for him. He keeps his weight against you, his balls slapping against your thighs making lewd noises to echo around the cafe. "Answer me."

"No." you confess. "I would have never gone with him. I already said I only want you."

"Good." he says and your moans increase in frequency, you are squeezing him impossibly tight. "I'm so close" you moan feeling the familiar pleasure spread in your lower stomach. His weight on you, the fact that it is a public place, empty but public nonetheless, his smell all around you, his sharp thrusts inside you make you closer to your peak by the second. "Do it. Cum all over my cock, pretty girl, c'mon." He coos into your ear, his own dick twitching inside you with his impending release as he keeps the same pace up, working you higher and higher to your orgasm.

Your eyes screw shut and your mouth falls open in a loud moan. "Yeah, that's it- oh fuck" Joost groans as he fucks you through your orgasm. Your moans sound shaky as the rest of your body jolts as it was wracked with your high.

Joost's hips still against your ass as his cock twitches inside you with every rope of cum he shoots deep inside. His balls clench with his cock as he releases inside you, groaning loudly against your ear. You whine back, keeping your thighs pressed together as he rolls his hips against you, letting your walls milk him entirely before he stops moving. "So good." Joost huffs as he comes down from his high, his body crushing yours even more as he relaxed against you from such intense orgasm.

He was still deep inside you and he could already feel how his cum was spilling out around his dick from how much he came. "It is getting hard to breathe..." you whisper against the desk, your cheek being squished into the wood by his body on you. Joost quickly stands up. "Sorry." he groans as he slowly pulls his spent cock out of you.

You hiss as he slides out of you. Your walls clenching around him in instinct, making him wince as your pussy hugs his tip before he slid it fully out of you. He reaches over your body to grab the tissues on the side of his desk, grabbing a couple as he wipes gently against your thighs. He cleans up himself and tucks back into his pants.

He helps you to your feet, you stand on shaky legs, reaching around his shoulders for support. He pulls your panties back up and fixes your skirt.

You can feel his arms wrap around your waist, helping you stand and come back to Earth. You realise you are hugging, he just came inside you, but you are melting at the simple hug.

"Thank you." you say quietly looking up at him from where your head lays on his shoulder.

"Thanking me? For what? Did I fuck you so well?" he asks, looking down at you, tucking a strand behind your ear. Something has changed in him, you can tell, he seems softer.

"For letting me stay." you say. "And yes, you did fuck well. I can still barely stand." you laugh.

He smiles at that, your words boasting his ego. "You can stay any time."

"Any time?" your voice comes out almost a squeak how excited you are.

The bass of the song playing is loud around you, but what has your blood pumping faster than ever is his warm hands on your hips, swaying you gently from side to side in time with his own movements. Yours are loose around his shoulders and luckily for him (and you) your shirt has ridden up just enough to allow him to touch your skin directly, but it is exactly what you want. The wrinkles around his eyes as he smiles and then throws his head back laughing at something you said makes you feel like the funniest, smartest person in this club. He laughs like you are the only people here, not caring if he bumps into anyone, stumbling back and trailing you with him, his hands still on you. He folds over you and your laughter matches his. You don't even remember the joke, all that matters is his warmth around you and that beautiful smile on his face.

If someone looked over at the two of you, they might think you've known each other for ages – a couple comfortable around each other, whispering inside jokes gathered over the years into each other's ears. Would they guess you've met a few hours ago outside of this club when he asked you for a cigarette?

You were leaning against a cold wall, your arms folded against your middle, when a voice broke your trail of thought. "Can I have one?" a tall handsome man points at the cigarette you are holding.

You noticed the dent in his pocket, which looked oddly similar to a pack of his own cigarettes, but you decided to engage in whatever the night holds next to him. He has a pretty smile and kind eyes, which you won't forget for a long while. When you tell back this story to your friends, laughing remembering how you met, you tell it's his height that won you over, but it's those damn eyes. Always.

"Sure." you reached for the pack and offered him one.

He lit it with his own lighter, took a drag, letting the smoke disappear into the air above you.

"I'm Joost." he said with a smile, his voice calm and confident. He reached out his hand towards you, you told him your name and shook his hand. His palm warm against yours, he held it longer than necessary, but you didn't want that touch to end either.

He keeps offering you more cigarettes, using it as an excuse to get you outside to have a proper conversation. He can't get enough of it, he wants to know more about you, hear your voice without the loud song blasting in the background.

"No way!" he exclaims after the last story you just told him.

"I promise you." you laugh and hold your hand up to your heart. "I wouldn't lie about something like that."

He sighs in amusement, it feels like he can read your thoughts the way he looks at you, it is nice having his undivided attention. As much as he loves to talk, he really listens to your answers and opinions as well. He looks at you with a calm smile adoring his face, you find it hard to keep eye contact with him for so long. "You are very beautiful." he tells you as you lower your eyes. He is bold and straight to the point you've noticed, but you like that, it makes it easy to believe his compliments. "I don't know if it makes sense, but it feels like I've known you for a very long time." he continues.

"It does make sense." you look up at him again. "I feel the same way. There is something about you," you pause trying not to laugh at the way he cocks his head to the side like a puppy trying to listen to your every word. Like it's something sacred, like you are telling him a secret only he is allowed to know. "that makes it very easy to trust you." you say, he smiles and looks to the side, seemingly getting shy or pleased with what you shared. It makes your stomach flutter that you have this effect on him.

He turns his head back to you and comes to stand closer, he takes your hand gently and places it on his chest. You can feel his wild heartbeat. "When was the last time you did something spontaneous?" he asks, still holding your hand in his own.

"Probably today, dancing all night with a stranger." you smile looking up at him.

"Do you regret it?" he asks, his face lowering towards yours, you can feel his breath only inches away.

"Does it look like I regret it?" your voice barely a whisper as you slide your hand from his chest to his neck. He brushes his nose against yours, teasing, a wide smile on his face, but makes no further move. His hands are holding you tight on your waist, that same warm feeling. You can't stand it anymore and take matters into your hands, making one more spontaneous decision you stand up on your tip toes and kiss him. He accepts it like he was waiting for it. It is not rushed, just light pecks at first, like you are learning about each other, like there is no rush, deep down both of you already know there are many more kisses to come.

His lips feel soft against yours, his perfume and mix of his natural scent enveloping you like a pleasant hug, something that is uniquely him. You deepen the kiss, a quiet moan slipping past your lips, when he presses you tighter against him and you feel a smile against your lips. Your hands are in his hair, surely making a mess of whatever hairstyle he had, meanwhile his hands stay firm on your waist, only moving to your lower back from time to time, he doesn't want to push his luck. You know you are that annoying couple making out outside of the club, but you don't care, not when he licks softly at your bottom lip, begging for more. He starts to slowly walk you back against the wall.

"Oohhhhh!!" someone exclaims walking past you. You separate from the kiss, but Joost stays close.

"Appie, shut up" a girl you saw earlier in the club nudges her elbow into a taller guy's side. "What?" the guy says rubbing his ribs. "Joost is making out with someone and I can't say Oh?"

Joost laughs and hides his face placing his forehead on your shoulder, "Those are my friends." you hear him mumble against you. You smile sheepishly at them, not really knowing how to handle this situation, you start to pet Joost's head, as he is still leaning against you when you'd rather hide too. He looks up at you, your lipstick smudged all over his lips, it makes you laugh. You wipe at his lips and he stands up straight, finally turning towards his friends.

"Hi guys." he tries to act casual, however he does seem very relaxed, you figure they are quite close friends. "How is it going?"

"Oh, you know just trying to get some fresh air and getting beat up instead." one of the friends replies.

"Don't act like you didn't deserve it. Look, you startled them!" the girl points to you and Joost and shoots you an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry I didn't expect to see Joost's tongue in someone's mouth out here."

"My tongue wasn't-" Joost starts but gives up on that sentence and instead brings you closer introducing you to them. You shake hands with his friends. Joost watches you talking to them like it's the most natural thing in the world, you are already making jokes with them, making fun of the situation you are in comparing it to something else. He watches you with a smile on his face, you joining his world – is a pleasant thought. You look back at him, he didn't try to hide you or deflect the situation. He introduced you proudly, you are thankful for that, a warm feeling blossoming inside your chest.

"Anyways, we are gonna go back inside. Won't bother you guys anymore." a girl announces loudly, then adds in a quieter tone to you only "He is a good guy." she gives you a warm smile pointing her eyes at Joost, which eases something in you. You nod and smile back thankful for this small interaction.

"Yeah, you can go back to business." Appie wiggles his eyebrows and you laugh. "Oh my god" you hear a groan. You love them already.

It is weirdly quiet now, you turn back to Joost. He shakes his head and laughs "So, those are my friends." he comes to stand closer, brushing his hand against yours, holding it gently. "They seem fun." you reply, moving your thumb against his knuckles. It is nice to be close to him, you've never been so comfortable with someone in mere hours of knowing them. Maybe it is your lucky day, maybe the stars aligned just right on this exact night.

"I don't really feel like going back in." Joost says.

"What are you suggesting?"

"Would you like to go to my place?" he asks, his hand still holding yours, it doesn't feel invasive, just reassuring.

You narrow your eyes at him, "But nothing is gonna happen today. Don't even let any thoughts get into your head." you poke at his chest with a soft laugh. His friend's phrase "He is a good guy" echoes in your mind, you do trust him. It feels easy to agree.

"I wouldn't let anything happen, even if you wanted to." he takes your hand from his chest and places a kiss on your knuckles, holding his lips there, his blue eyes piercing into yours. His answer makes you laugh, a warm lighthearted laugh, which he will seek out in the darkest of days, he can never get enough of it.

You stand on your tiptoes again in an attempt to reach his height and place a kiss on his lips. He leans into you, but as you are about to brush your lips along his, he turns his head to the side and hugs you instead. "Uh-uh" he says into your ear, "Nothing can happen, remember?"

"You are unbelievable." you hug him back.

The ride back to his place is filled with conversation, it seems you both are trying to catch up on all the years you didn't know each other in this one night. You could listen to him talk all day, soak into every bit of information, laugh at the all jokes, it all comes natural. Once in his apartment, you get comfortable on his sofa, while he brings you drinks he offered.

He settles onto the couch next to you, passing you a glass of wine, taking a sip of his own. You fall back into a conversation, you tell him about work, what you do and what makes you happy, he tells you stories from his travels, shows you photos on his phone to give a better picture. Once your glasses are empty, you fall into a comfortable silence, each other's presence being enough. You are sitting close to each other, your legs tucked under you, your knee touching his thigh, your arm resting on the back of the sofa beside his head, playing with loose strands of his hair from time to time, which he clearly enjoys, if he was a cat, he would be purring, just feeling completely content.

"You know" his warm raspy voice grabs your attention again, "I was having a shitty day, everything seemed to be going wrong." he says looking down at his hands. "My friends convinced me to go out, to get out of my head for a while, and I'm really glad I agreed."

You smile at him, "Yeah? Why is that?" you lean into a playful tone.

"I met this girl, who...I was gonna say makes me forgot about my problems, but no. She puts it into perspective, that some things are more important than others, and not worth worrying about." he finishes talking and looks into your eyes.

"I am really glad you met this girl." you take his hand in yours, putting it on your lap, reaching for more physical contact, he is being so vulnerable, you want to show it's okay and you appreciate it. "I'm happy I met you too."

He leans in to put his glass back on the table, and when he comes back his face is closer to you, "You are very pretty." he puts a strand of hair behind your ear. "How strict are you about following rules?" your voice has lowered to a whisper.

"Very strict" he licks his lips, looking at yours. Then back up into your eyes.

"Would you break one with me?" your heart is beating wildly in your chest, you try to calm down your breathing, put your hand on his chest, feeling that his heart matches your own.

"Only if it's with you."

You move to sit on top of his thighs, he scoots to sit up more straight, holding you and moving you with him. "Such a poet." you put your arms around his shoulders, his face now on your level, "I could show you my real poems later." you smile, of course he writes poems.

"Is that your way of getting girls into bed with you?"

"Is it working?"

You roll your eyes and lean in to kiss him. Slowly, just like that first time, his hands are splayed on your back, so warm even through a layer of clothes. The kiss is romantic, unbelievably sweet, but you moan in surprise when he bites your bottom lip, just a tiny bit, you can tell he likes that, when he smiles into the kiss and comes back for more. It is more urgent now, your hand tangled in his hair, pulling on the strands, and now it is his turn to moan into your mouth. You swallow it hungrily. "Fuck.." he groans and leans in further into you, you open your mouth for him, welcoming his tongue, it is not overwhelming, he is a good kisser, uses his tongue just enough to tease. You readjust on top of him, moving your hips closer to his, and earn another moan. You could get drunk on those sounds alone. His breathing is getting heavier, and you start kissing him lower down to his neck, "You drive me insane" he manages to say, his hands moving to your thighs.

"Tell me more." you beg him, you need to hear more of what he feels.

You nose at his jaw and he tilts his head back. "You are making me feel too many things at once." you kiss along his jaw and down his neck, his hands trailing along your thighs, it feels so soft under his palms, he can't help but squeeze it. "You feel so good." he puts his hand on the back of your neck bringing you in for another kiss. It is messy, desperate, the want for each other seeping into your skin. Now it is his turn to trail kisses to your jaw, still holding you by your neck, he kisser right under your ear and it makes your breath hitch, which he evidently enjoys, as his hips buck up into you and you moan even louder. You feel so hot, your breathing uneven, you can feel he is getting hard under you, you did mean it when you said nothing is going to happen tonight, but you can feel your own arousal slick in your panties.

The thoughts keep spilling out of his mouth, like he can't control it. "I am so out of it," he says in between kisses. "I think i'm gonna cum my pants only at the sight of your tits." he bites softly where your neck meets your shoulder, low enough where your top allows it without having to take it off. "Please have mercy on me."

"What about my eyes? Are they not doing it for you?" you manage to say through your heavy breathing.

"You don't even know." he brings his face back up to yours, from his bites and kisses on your neck.

"And what if I would like that?" you say tracing his lips with your finger.

"What? Me cuming my pants?" his breathing hitches at your touch.

"Yeah"

"I am a man of my word, I said I wouldn't let you. Don't tease."

You laugh and press a quick kiss on his lips. You move to sit down back on the couch, as he adjusts his pants. You stretch and yawn. "Let's get to bed?" he asks. "Or I can take the couch, you can sleep in my bed."

"We can sleep in the same bed, Joost. I trust you."

He takes your hand and leads you to his bedroom. He walks up to his closet, taking out a t-shirt and a pair of boxers, then handing them to you. "I think this will be more comfortable to sleep in."

"Thank you." you take the clothes. Both the t-shirt and boxers say his name. "You are a weird guy, Joost Klein." you say turning around to change.

He chuckles, "Just try it on, it will be the softest clothes you ever put on." he turns back around when he notices you taking off your top. "I will be in the shower."

You changed, filled up water for the both of you in the kitchen and brought it back to put on each nightstand, this will help with a headache from the shots in the club and wine. You sit down on the bed, it's so empty without him. You check the time, it's way past midnight – it's the next day. Without much thinking, you walk towards the bathroom. It is the next day, you kept your promise you tell yourself. The door is slightly ajar, the warm yellow light spilling out, besides the sound of water hitting the shower floor, you hear just the slightest moan. You stop in your tracks, trying to make sure you heard it, and once again a moan, followed by a low groan.

You walk in, your eyes on the floor, not daring to look up fully. "Joost?" your voice only loud enough he would hear it. The water stops, "Hey." you hear his voice from the fogged up shower, he wipes his hand against the glass door of the shower, creating a window for himself to see more clearly. You lock eyes with his, "Can I join you?" you ask as you slowly take off your top, he looks at your movements, his eyes going up and down your body. "Yes." you can tell his breathing is heavy, matching your own. You take off the rest of your clothes, leaving yourself naked in front of the shower, when he slides the shower door open, the steam flowing towards the ceiling.

You step into the shower, his hand holding you steady, so you wouldn't fall, you sigh when he turns the water back on, the hot flow feeling nice on your skin.

"Thought it'd more convenient if we took a shower together. Save you some money on the water bill."

"So thoughtful of you." he keeps maintaining eye contact, you can tell his eyes want to take you all in, but he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable.

You take the first step closer to him, putting your arms around his shoulders, your chest pressed up against his. "Is this okay?" you ask him. "More than okay." he leans his head to kiss you, his arms wrapped around your waist. The kiss is filled with everything you want to say, how attractive you find him, he licks into your mouth and you scratch lightly at his back, which ears you a groan, you can feel it vibrate from where your chest is pressed against his. He gets bolder his hands sliding down your wet body, both hands squeezing your ass. You kiss him deeper, he likes it, his dick heavy now you against your thigh. It kicks weakly. You lean back looking at him, fully taking him in. He looks so vulnerable without his glasses, or is it the fact that you are both naked. You notice his hairy chest, your eyes following the droplets of water going down his body, the trail of hair going down to his soft stomach, all the tattoos which were previously hidden under the clothes. His own eyes are eating you up too. Having skipped the phase where you'd undress each other bit by bit, carefully, one item of clothing at a time, maybe in another universe you have taken your time, but now you are fully naked in front of each other – all this skin, all the moles you want to count, tattoos you want to ask about, all revealed in one moment. It is all too much, but also not enough at the same time. He places a gentle kiss on your cheek, "I'm glad you are here."

"What were you doing before I joined?"

"Thinking about you."

"About me?" your hand trails down his body, from his shoulder, to his pecs, slowly sliding down, his eyes looking down at you getting darker with need. "What was I doing in your imagination?"

"You were right here. I was touching you." his hands move against your sides. He looks into your eyes and you nod, he puts his hand on your chest, cupping your tit, you sigh in pleasure, he fondles your chest, he thumb brushing against your nipple, pulling gently at it, he is hypnotised by the sight. You are glad his other arm is still holding you around your middle to keep you from falling. "What else?" you manage to say.

"I'd imagine fucking you. Turning you around, pressing you against the wall. Imagining my hand is you wrapped around me."

You take his hand and put it down, wrapping around his dick, your fingers on top of his. The muscles of his stomach jump from the contact. "Continue." you move his hand up from the bottom of his shaft, he is the one touching himself, you only guide his hand. "Fuck" he exhales when you twist your hand nearing the tip, beads of precum gliding down his shaft, make your movements smoother. You hand is slow at first, watching his every reaction, what makes him twitch. "What else were you imagining?" you want to hear his voice, it drives you crazy knowing he was jerking off thinking about you, all the day of teasing and clothed touches having him so pent up. His eyes are closed, you know he is trying not to cum too quickly. You drop your hand from where it was, but he is quick to put back where it was, right on top of his. "Please, don't stop" he opens his eyes, looking at you, his hair is wet, drops of water gliding down to his shoulders. You smile and move his hand faster, holding him tighter, making sure to apply just the right amount of pressure to the tip. His mouth is close to yours, he is breathing heavily, and you drink it all in.

"You are so pretty, Joost." you watch his face screw up in pleasure.

"Say it again." his other hand comes up from your waist to the back of your neck, making sure you are right where he wants you, close to him. "Say my name again."

"Joost." you say and continue your movements, alternating between fast and slow, twisting your wrist. You look down, his tip is a pretty shade of red, swollen, delicious droplets keep coming out, you can tell he is close, the way he is twitching in your hand, when your own thumb glides along the pulsing vein.

He tilts your head up and catches you in a heated kiss. It is wet, messy, both of your breathing heavy. He bites your lip, trying to show how much he wants you, how much you are driving him crazy, meanwhile your hand on top of his is not stopping. Gliding along the sticky cum, "Such a good boy for me" you say into his lips, he moans and you kiss his neck, his chest, along his tattoo Thanks for today. You will have to make sure to really thank him for today. When you feel like the kisses are enough, you bring your free hand to his balls. His voice cracks into a whimper, and he leans to put his hand from your neck to the shower wall behind you. You massage his balls, they are heavy in your hand, he is panting into your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses, moaning in between.

It is all too much, "I'm close" you hear him say. "Fuck." his stomach is tense, you can feel your own arousal almost dripping from your core, getting off on his sounds and reactions. You move his hand away, now it's just you jerking him off, you feel the soft velvety skin under your palm, his other hand is now on your hip, he is looking down at you, into your eyes, down your body, at your hard nipples, begging for his attention.

Your palm rubs against his tip. "Yes, just like that." his mouth drops open, he bucks his hips into your hand, imagining it's your tight pussy. You move your hand faster and faster ready to make him cum, his hips moving in time with your hand. One last "Ah", his hips stuttering, he crashes his lips into yours and you feel him pulse in your hand – warm, white ribbons of cum covering your hand, your stomach, some falling into the shower drain. You continue pumping him, he moans your name when it gets too much, you give him one last glide, when you feel him soften in your hand, his breathing heavy, head dropped on your shoulder.

"That was..." he whispers. "Insane." he bites your shoulder and looks up at you with a smile. You bring your hand up to your mouth, licking off his cum, looking into his eyes. You let go of your finger with a pop, he takes your same finger and puts it in his mouth, you feel his tongue licking around. "You've been so good for me." he says, his arm wraps around waist firmly, pushing your back against the wall. Still holding your hand, he slowly guides it down. "Let me make you feel good." he brings your hand in between your legs. "Please." you nod.

"Tell me to stop if we cross the line." he tells you, although the line has already been crossed, but you agree with him.

He brings your finger in between your folds, guiding it slowly, he feels your slick arousal on his own fingers too, "So wet." he whispers, as he is leaving open mouthed kisses down to your chest. "Watching you masturbate was pretty hot." you confess with a soft laugh. "Oh, you did more than watch." he moves your two fingers to your clit, making slow circles. You are loud, not ashamed, you have been ready for any sort of touch since the begging of the night. "Now it's my turn to play." he wraps his tongue to your nipple, licking it gently, feeling the pebble on his tongue, it makes you gush around your own fingers, the pleasure building in your lower stomach. He moves your hand along your folds, and he wraps his lips around your nipple, sucking it, he teases your finger around hole and pushes in. He is breathing heavy into your chest, nibbling gently, it makes you yelp, it is all so overwhelming, knowing it is your finger, but he is controlling the movements, the speed, which has increased now. "More, Joost. Please." you plead, your head thrown back against the wall. This is definitely not saving his shower bill at this point.

"More? What do you want?" he brings his head back up to yours.

"I want you." your brain is a mess, you can't think straight.

"My dick? My fingers? Hm?" you look at you. "Maybe my mouth?"

"Yes." you reply nodding.

He laughs. "You'll cum on my dick later, I promise, schat. In the meantime.." he moves your hand away, replacing it with his own fingers. His are much bigger than yours, you stretch around his two fingers, a loud moan escaping your lips. "Good, ja?" he asks watching your face. You nod feverishly, "So good."

He moves slow, finding that stop inside you, that will make your knees buckle, your mouth drops open suddenly, eyes screwed shut as you scream his name, he starts curling his fingers around the same spot "There it is" he says quietly to himself. "Yes, cum for me, baby. Cum all over my fingers." He is now pistoning his fingers in and out, the heel of his palm pressed against your clit. "I can't wait to have you loose yourself on my mouth." his movements never stopping, he says into your ear, he has you caged in between himself and the wall, he feels to be everywhere. You try to keep your volume down, hoping his neighbours can't hear you screaming out his name, but it is impossible when he makes you feel so good just with his fingers and voice in your ear. He feels you clench around his fingers. "And on my dick." he kisses your neck, leaving little bites in his way. "Under me." he kisses down your chest. "On top of me." more kisses. "Whatever you want." he takes your other nipple in his mouth and sucks. His hand must be cramping at this point, but he doesn't care, not when he has you making these delicious sounds. You wrap your arms around him, your legs shutting tighter on his arm, your pussy clenching around his fingers, orgasm rolls through you, your eyes screwed shut, leaning into him. He fingers you through it, only stops when he feels you push away at his arm.

"Good girl" he kisses your temple.

"Okay, now let's actually shower real quick."

You are tucked in into his bed, his arm around you, you feel tired but good. What a day it has been. You feel his steady breathing beside you. He smiles at you, his eyes heavy with sleep, but he can't stop looking at you.

"I thought smoking might ruin me, turns out it was leading me to you." he whispers and brings you even closer to him.

You place a quick kiss on his lips. "Write that down."

"Hm?" he slowly opens blinks his eyes open, his mind already half asleep.

"Write that down. Could be a good lyric." you say and he laughs softly.

"Good night."

"Good night."

You stand in front of the mirror, fixing your hair and checking your outfit from different angles. You and Joost are going on a date to a restaurant, there is no special occasion really, you both just wanted a reason to get dressed up and spend time together.

"You look great." you feel a pair of warm hands on your hips, your eyes meet Joost's in the mirror. He leans to kiss your shoulder.

You turn in his arms. "Speaking of looking great, look at you." He is wearing a fitted black suit, thick framed black glasses, his hair is freshly trimmed, and when he smiles at your compliment you notice he put in the grills on two of his teeth. He needed to add more personality to the suit. You fix his tie and smooth down the white shirt moving your hands from his pecs down his torso, stopping at the chunky belt buckle.

You turn back to the mirror checking yourself one last time. You are about to bend down to do the strap on your heels.

"Let me." Joost says and kneels in front of you. His hands gently move from your calf to your ankle, his touch is feather light, but still sends a shiver down your spine. He looks up at you and you move your foot closer to him. He puts his his head down to focus on the task at hand, you see a faint smirk form on his lips in the reflection of the mirror. He buckles the strap around your ankle and motions for you to bring your other foot closer. All of his touches are gentle, his hands so warm on your skin.

When he is finished, he leans in to leave a kiss on your exposed leg, just above knee, you feel your cheeks start to go red.

"Thank you." you say quietly as he stands up in front of you, you have to tilt your head up to look him in the eyes.

"My pleasure." he bows his head dramatically. He is joking, and his theatrics make you giggle, but it's true - caring for you is a pleasure to him, he would do just about anything for you.

When you are about to leave, you make sure you have the polaroid photo in your purse and rush out of the door, where Joost is waiting for you.

The restaurant you picked is fancier than the usual places you go on a date to, the reviews are great and the dim lighting with candles on each table is making it very cozy. There is a live band playing soft music on the instruments, which Joost is immediately impressed by. His usual music preference is fast and loud to match his energy and fast-pace thoughts, but he appreciates a good live instrument.

After getting seated and ordering, you feel yourself get more nervous about the surprise you prepared for him. You saw a trend of people getting their partner a spicy polaroid of themselves and decided to treat Joost to one too. You bought a new lingerie set, a lacy see-through bra and matching panties with a delicate bow, but one thing let to another, you started trying out new things and poses, so after looking through the results, you decided on the one where you are completely naked. It is on a riskier side, but the idea of him reacting to it here turns your nerves into excitement. But it is not the time to reveal it yet.

"What's on your mind?" Joost asks. He takes your hand in his, tracing his thumb on your skin. You are sitting in a small booth type table, he is on the opposite side of you.

"This handsome guy I saw, actually" you reply, your tone neutral.

"Really? Who is he? Should I check him out too?" he turns to look around the room.

"I think you might know him. He is wearing a nice suit, it looks expensive. The pants fit around his thighs so nice." you whisper the last part and he turns back to look at you. You are glad that your table is a little further away from others and it feels secluded. "And if you are lucky and get him to smile, you will see those silver grills, which make him even hotter, if that's possible." you see a blush spread on his cheeks, but he quickly regains his composure, matching your eye contact.

"Damn, hope he is taken by the prettiest girl, which caught my eye earlier, in this tight silky dress which challenges his willpower to keep his hands away from her in public and not take it off." he squeezes your hand, which he is still holding. "or else I might ask for his number, he sounds like a treat." he ends the sentence with a wink to you.

You both laugh at each others comments and turn the conversation to talk about what you both did that day, you haven't seen each other since the early morning when you left for work and until he came back from the studio in the evening, when you both got ready and left for the date.

You are discussing the documentary you watched last night together, when the waiter brings the wine. You are glad to finally have a drink, it will help take your mind off the surprise, which lays heavy in the back of your head.

"It's nice here." Joost says lifting the glass to his lips.

"It is. I'm glad we decided to go." you are happy he is enjoying it.

"Me too." he leans back on the chair, his stature seems more relaxed now. You fall back into the conversation again.

The waiter brings the pasta which you both ordered. As much as you would like to hate the overpriced food, you have to admit it's delicious. After the first bite, you close your eyes and a quiet moan slips past your lips. Joost looks at you, finishes chewing, and reaches his hand across the table to your mouth.

"You've got something here." he swipes his thumb across the corner of your lower lip, slowly on purpose. It feels so nice to feel his touch on you. There is a little bit of red sauce, which he brings to his mouth and licks off, maintaining eye contact, and continues eating. You swallow hard.

You are glad he is feeling as flirty as you, it makes you giddy to what the night holds. You continue talking, eating and drinking wine, the giggles start to escape both of you.

An idea pops into your head and you immediately act on it, as you start to move your foot closer to his. The first touch of the tip of the heel you are wearing is very light right above his ankle. You keep it there. He continues telling the story. You nod while listening and move your foot a little higher along his leg, you see a glint in his eyes appear, which are staring intently into yours. You act as if nothing is happening, matching his eye contact, while moving your foot up and down his calf slowly. You bring it higher, just under his knee, which makes him stumble over his words and loose the staring contest, having to look down into his now empty plate. He loves to act like he is in control, and you have fun pushing his buttons seeing how far you can go to make him break his act and show how he is truly wrapped around your finger.

"Having fun, are you?" he says leaning back on the chair, you notice the tips of his ears are red. He puts his hands under the table, finding your leg, holds your ankle, then moves further to message your calf. Your skin soft under his hands, he is just happy to touch you.

"I am." you reply calmly and give your opinion to the story proving you were listening carefully to the story he was telling and are unbothered. You count it as a little win. Making him flustered feels so good, knowing you have that effect on him.

"Do you want to order desert?" you suggest and put your foot down on the ground.

"Yes, I would love some." he agrees.

The dim light, instrumental music playing in the background, murmur of the conversations around you, and the nice buzz from the wine, makes you a little bolder. Everyone around seems to be in their own little bubble, focused on food and their company. You decide it's time.

You are laughing at the story Joost was telling from one of the times he went to Berlin with his friends, when the desert is placed on the table. You have to wipe the tears in the corner of your eyes from laughing so hard. He would tell you stories all night, if that meant he got to hear the beautiful sound of your laughter. Joost hands you one of the two spoons and waits for you to try first, because he knows you love the first bite.

"Actually, I have something else for you." you say and reach into your purse. You carefully take out the polaroid photo, holding it face down and sliding it to him across the table. You lift your hand and leave it front of him. You feel your own face going red at the excitement and nervousness. He looks puzzled, puts down the spoon, tries to read your expression, but you just motion for him to look at it. He takes the photo and flips in his hands to look what it is. His eyes immediately go wide, he quickly presses the polaroid to his chest, looking around to make sure no one around saw. You watch his every move, enjoying his reaction, you can't hold in a laugh that escapes you.

"Fuck." his voice sounds breathy. He looks at you exaggerating the shocked expression with his jaw open, you smile brightly. Not only his cheeks are flushed, but you see his neck slowly turn red.

He lets out a breath and looks at the polaroid, taking his time now. He leans against the back of the booth seat. You hear him swear under his breath as his eyes move across the photo, not even caring anymore if anybody walks by. He wipes the sweat the formed on his brow, trying to regain his composure. He looks at the photo again, the tips of his ears red, you are drinking in his every move.

"You did this for me?" he asks, as a little chuckle escapes him, when he sees how are excited you are.

"No, I did it for the neighbour upstairs. But he didn't answer the call in time, so I gave it to you" you say, your foot playing with his under the table again.

"Great thinking. That actually might have stopped him from complaining about the noise again." he matches your joke.

"Of course I did it for you." you touch the bracelet he got you with his initials. "Yours forever." your words make his heart race faster. He brings your hand with the bracelet on to his lips, kissing it softly.

A playful smile spreads across his face, he shakes his head and looks up at you.

"So that's what's got you so fidgety all night." he leans in placing his elbows on the table, turning the polaroid to you. It even takes your breath away, you look good in that photo.

"I wasn't fidgety." you say, defending yourself.

"Baby, I could see your hands shaking when we sat down." he says, sliding closer to you in the booth. "If I knew I had that on me, I would be nervous too." he is now only a few inches away from you. He looks at the photo again. "That is so fucking hot." he traces his finger along your body on the photo.

"What did I do to deserve you?" he takes one last look at it and puts into his card holder. To him it instantly becomes worth more than any card he owns. As much as he would love to stare at the photo for the rest of his life, he also can't believe you are sitting right in front of him, he is not possessive in a true sense of the word, but the thought that you are his, that you love him as much as he loves you, fills his heart with so much happiness.

"That's what I've been wondering too." you say, placing your elbows on the table, holding your head in your hands and turning to look at him through your lashes.

"So do you want the desert?" you take a spoon, swipe it across the white cream on the top of the piece of cake in front of you. He watches you bring the spoonfull of heavy cream into your mouth and lick it, closing your eyes, enjoying the taste. He knows you are trying to torture him and it's working.

You open your eyes, his eyes which were focused on your mouth meeting yours, his pupils are wide, the candle light reflecting in them. The fire matches his thoughts racing through his head right now.

He moves even closer to you, his lips close to your ear "I would love the desert." he whispers only for you to hear. You turn to face him, your faces only a breath apart. He almost leans in to kiss you, but you turn to the plate again, you dip your finger into the cream and bring it to his mouth this time. He looks into your eyes and takes it in without a second thought. His tongue swirling against the tip of your finger tasting the delicious cream, his tongue feels so wet and warm. You take it out as quickly, lick off the residue and wipe it on the napkin.

He brings a hand to your jaw, his fingers splayed on the side of your face, holding you this time, so you won't move, and kisses you. You let him and lean into him. His lips are soft against yours and you can still taste the desert. The closeness, his hand tight on your jaw, tilting your head the way he wants and the smell of his cologne almost makes you forget you are still in public and you can't do what flashes through your head.

"I'm gonna be right back." you end the kiss quickly and push at his chest, making him lean back. You stand up and head to the bathroom. You turn around the corner, down the hall and reach for the door handle, when you hear footsteps right behind you, a familiar cologne smell enveloping you again. Joost hurries you inside, locks the door, and pushes you against the wall, your chest flush against his.

"What are you doing?" you are breathless from all the sudden movements.

"I couldn't wait." he leans in licking his lips, you feel his breath against your lips. He smiles looking into your eyes for a silent confirmation that you are okay, you nod and catch a glimpse of his grills. He kisses you hungrily as he presses you into the wall with his full weight. You answer the kiss trying to keep up with his pace. You planned on teasing him longer, not letting him have his way, but you are so weak and his strong hold on your hips and warmth feels so good on you. One of his hands moves to grab at the muscle of your ass through the dress, you feel him breath heavily into the kiss.

You are getting dizzy, he seems to be everywhere all at once, it all feels so good. Your hands are around his shoulders, fingers scratching at the nape of his neck. He tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss, you open your mouth for him, his tongue instantly finding yours, tasting you. He can't get enough of you, can't get close enough. You feel so soft under him, the prettiest needy sounds leaving your mouth in between kisses. He slowly moves his hand from your waist down to your hip, then your thigh, squeezing it, feeling the soft plush skin, earning more sounds. He doesn't have a plan, he just had to come with you here. He is happy with just a makeout session, but somewhere in between the desert and this moment he started to get hard, the pants getting uncomfortably tight. He wraps your leg around his hip to be even closer to you.

"Let me make you feel good." he tries to sound sexy, but it comes out more as a whimper.

You lean your head into the wall trying to catch your breath. His lips trail down your jaw leaving wet kisses on his path to your neck. With your leg wrapped around his hip, where he is holding it tight still, you can feel him hard close to your core. His other hand sneaks into the top of your dress, you are not wearing a bra, so it is easy for him to feel your chest, which he thought about all night. You moan under him, your nipple getting hard at the touch of his big hand. You feel his other hand leave your thigh and trail down your stomach closer to the slit of your dress.

"Joost." your voice is breathy. "Let's wait till we get home." his kisses on your neck slow down. You feel bad for denying him right now, but you need to stick to your plan.

He peels himself off of you, his soul coming back into his own body after what felt like intertwining with yours. "Okay" he leans in to kiss you on the lips again.

"I'm sorry." your eyes move down his crotch, his bulge visible in his suit pants.

"No, it's fine. We just have to wait here a little." his voice gentle.

"Um, I actually do need to pee." you say. This bathroom is not a big space, a sink with a big mirror and a toilet.

"Okay." he says matter of factly. "I'll turn to face the wall." he adds when he notices you raise an eyebrow. "I can't go out now like that." he points to his crotch. "Also as if I haven't seen you pee before." he says more quiet. He is right, while traveling by car with him from country to country for his concerts, you had to make some questionable stops in the middle of nowhere. Also living together for so long, you both are long past locking the door while showering, so the other can use the bathroom at the same time.

"You did this to yourself by the way." you motion to his dick.

"I know, but can you blame me?" he turns to look at the wall, his eyes closed, you are sure he is trying to think of something to make the boner go away. "Next time I will give you my nude photo at dinner." he jokes, but the idea actually plants in his mind.

You are washing your hands, fixing your hair in the mirror.

"I can't stop thinking about that polaroid. Can't believe you did that for me." his voice soft, full of love. He feels like that photo is burning through the card holder, through the pocket of his pants.

"I'd do anything for you, you know." you look at him through the mirror.

"Don't say that right now." he throws his head back, squeezing his eyes shut, blood rushing back to his dick.

"I have one more, if you will be a good boy, I will give it to you." you turn to him, leaning back against the sink.

He looks into your eyes, a sweet smile on your face, a contrast to the words which just came out of your mouth, makes him close the space between you, his hands on your hips again, slotting so perfectly against your body. He is convinced you were made for him how good you fit on his hands.

"Will you be a good boy?" you look up at him, placing your hands on his chest, trying to feel his pecs through the suit.

He feels like a teenager again, trying not to get hard at every word a girl he likes says.

"You are torturing me, you know?" a potential image of another photo circulating through his mind. He leans in to kiss you again, slow and soft this time. Enjoying your lips on his. He bites your lower lip, not enough to draw blood, but enough to make you gasp in surprise.

You lean back in his embrace, your lipstick all over his lips. You bring your thumb to clean it off.

"Want to go for a smoke?" you offer. "Might help your situation." you trace your nail slowly just under his belt.

He takes your hand in his and leads you outside, a cigarette sounds really good right now.

You go into an alleyway next to the restaurant. It is a warm evening, but you still shiver as soon as you step outside. He shrugs off his jacket, and puts it around your shoulders. He doesn't even need to look at you, already knows you will be shivering, he feels hot all over on the other hand.

He takes out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his jacket, which hangs from your shoulders. Offers you one, which you take and place it between your lips. He lights your cigarette and then for himself. Joost inhales the smoke slowly, nice feeling spreading across his chest. You watch him roll up the sleeves of his white shirt, as you bring his jacket tighter around your shoulders. It smells just like him.

"So what's the plan?" you ask him.

"I don't know, you tell me." he smiles, now more relaxed, the grills shining back at you from his wide smile. "I'm at your mercy."

"We head back to finish the desert. I hope they are not looking for us by now, thinking we ditched the bill." you say.

"And what if we do ditch it?" he blows the smoke up into the night air. "Run away. Just me and you."

"It's always just me and you." you step closer to him, placing your hand on his exposed forearm, moving further up to play with his tie. He looks so good, the rolled up sleeves revealing his tattoos, which you always had a soft spot for.

He takes a slow drag, blows the smoke away from your face, even though you are also smoking. Then leans in, putting your hair behind your ear and off your shoulder, "Such a tease tonight." his mouth right next to your ear, "Do you want me to bend you over right here and take you against the wall?"

Your eyes go wide, suddenly the night breeze is not enough to regulate your temperature. He straightens up to stand tall in front of you, looking down at you. A surprised chuckle comes out of you. The real answer is: You do, but you will never admit that to him. Not now at least.

"When did you get so bold, mr. Klein?" you are still holding his tie loosely between your fingers. His cocky stage persona taking the light now, you love it.

"Learned from the best." he says and you try to pull him closer to you by the tie.

"You are right. Let's head back for the desert." he doesn't give in to your pull. Both of you playing this cat and mouse game, which makes the end result all the more exciting. You giggle and lead him inside by the tie, dropping it, as soon as you walk in. He still follows you blindly, as if bound by an invisible string.

You finish the desert, he pays the bill and you can't get home soon enough. His hand is trying to trail up further and further up your thigh, you keep swatting it away playfully.

"Be patient." you whisper to him. "We can do anything you want when we are back home." you make a promise to him. He loosens the tie around his neck at your words.

You open the door, he follows right behind, you can feel his heat behind your back. You turn around, facing him, now walking backwards slowly towards the wall, he is following you a few steps behind. You lean forward to take off your heels, kicking them to the side. relieved to finally fully touch the floor. Without the added inches, you are even shorter now, having to look up higher to face him. He is walking you into the wall like he is hunting a prey. You beckon him closer with your finger, as a giggle escapes you, sparkles dancing in your eyes.

Your back hits the wall, as he closes the distance between you, his eyes fixated on yours. You take a good look at him, a smile on his lips reveals the shiny grills, rolled up sleeves of his crisp white shirt make his shoulders even wider, the pants fit him so nice. He looks incredible, you should go out all dressed up more often. You take his tie in your hands.

"Come here." you bring him closer to you by the tie. He leans in crashing his lips into yours, a groan escapes his lips, which you can feel through your whole body. It excites you even more.

His hand is on your neck, applying a slight pressure, his fingers splayed on your pulse point, under your jaw, which makes you moan into his mouth, a sound so delicious to him, he drinks it all in. His hand feels so big and warm on you, you start to feel a pulse between your legs. You let go of his tie, when he uses the hand on your neck to turn your head the way he wants to deepen the kiss. His other hand grabs a handfull of your ass. Every time he is close to you he feels like it's not enough, wants to envelop you whole, there is so much space for love in him and it is all for you. You make him dizzy with just your presence, your perfume, your soft skin, the rapid pulse he can feel under his hand, it all makes him the happiest man on earth.

You break apart gasping for air, his hair messed up from your hands running through them. His lips are swollen, stained with your lipstick, you try to wipe it off, but end up smearing it even further, he follows your hand pushing his face against it, craving your touch. He kisses your palm, your wrist, your hand so much smaller in his. He takes both your wrists in his one hand and hold them above your head.

"So beautiful." he says quietly. It's just you two in the apartment, but he wants those words to belong just to you. His hand traces from your jaw down your chest, stomach, slowly tracing the curve of your waist, while you can't move, your wrists pinned above your head. He is eating you with his eyes, enjoying the view. He sees you every day, but it is still never enough. You try to wriggle your wrists.

"Joost. Please" you whine, getting impatient.

He leans in closer. "Get on your knees for me, liefje." he lets go of your wrists, you immediately follow his request, your knees hitting the floor, you can't wait to get your hands on him. You lift your eyes, while undoing his belt, slowly moving to the zipper. He is looking down at you, his hands softly petting your hair.

You palm him through his underwear, he is already half hard. He moans a sound of satisfaction finally feeling you close to him. You lean in to kiss his still clothed length.

"Go on, baby." you leave one last kiss right on his tip, before taking off his pants and boxers. His dick springs free, he feels so heavy in your hand. You place your other hand on his thigh, steadying yourself. You move closer placing featherlight kisses along his length, while he makes a makeshift ponytail with your hair to get it out of the way. You lick a long stripe from the base to the tip, spitting on it, mixing it with his pre-cum, now your hand slides so much better along him. You keep moving your hand up and down while looking at him through your lashes, his mouth is open, slight moans escaping his mouth, but you hear him. You cup his balls and his head falls back, you massage them pulling more sounds from him.

You feel him pull your hair tighter. "Open your mouth for me, schat." you oblige, sticking out your tongue. He takes his dick in his hand, slaps it on your tongue and pushes in. He lets you set the pace, but still keeps a strong hold on your head. You try to steady your breathing to take more of him. He feels your nails on his thigh, secretly loves that feeling, it feels grounding when he feels like floating away from the warm and wet feeling of your mouth, bringing him so much pleasure. You keep sucking him, hollowing your mouth, following the pulsing vein with your tongue.

You breathe steadily through your nose, looking up at him, watching the expressions on his face, when he starts to buck his hips into your mouth.

"Fuck, baby. Feels so- good." his voice is low. "Can I-" his words are not coming out properly, he is so lost in you. But you know what he wants, you hum a confirmation around him. He puts one hand on the wall behind you, the other hand on the side of your head as he starts thrusting harder. Tears are forming at the corners of your eyes. Drool coming out down your chin and around his shaft, your nose hits his pubic hair, and he keeps your head there moaning loudly. He is so close suddenly, you feel him twitch in your mouth.

He pulls you off of him, you try to catch your breath, wiping your mouth. You reach out to touch him again already missing the heavy feeling of him in your throat, but he brings you up.

"Let me have a taste of you too." he says quickly pulling up his pants back on not bothering to do the belt properly, when you are face to face with him. He kisses you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue, a reminder what you just did. You keep kissing as he walks you into the living room, blindly stumbling towards the couch, but he catches you. His hands steady on you, always holding you and you trust him completely.

He spins you around, bending you over the back of the couch. He presses himself behind you, kissing your shoulder, his hands quickly moving to the top of your dress

"I need you so bad." he kisses along your spine, moving lower and lower. He bunches up your dress along your hips, exposing you to him.

"You have me." you say, turning your head to look at him, holding yourself up on the couch.

He exhales loudly, as he squeezes your ass, only a thong separating you from him. "I've been thinking about this all day" he says kneeling down behind you. He is so impatient, so pent up and so inlove with you, he feels everything at the same time. He touches you through your underwear.

"So wet." you feel his breath in between your legs. You've never been with someone who loves giving head as much as him, he would put your pleasure above his own any day.

After continuing to touch you through the fabric, feeling your folds, hearing your impatient frustrated moans spurs him on, so he finally moved your underwear to the side and dives in immediately. He pushes you further into the couch with a firm hand on your lower back, you arch for him to have better access.

"The prettiest pussy and all for me." He spreads you with his two fingers and licks a long stripe from your clit to the hole, he feels it clench under his tongue. He is obsessed with how sensitive you are, your taste the most delicious to him. He wraps his lips around your clit, sucking hard, you buck your hips into him. You were already getting close by giving him head and all the pretty sounds you were able to pull from him, you feel like you won't last long.

He continues to make out with your cunt, his eyes are closed, eyebrows furrowed, listening to every little sound you make, focusing on what makes you twitch the most, moan the loudest. He moves his head from side to side, which makes you arch even further.

"Please, Joost, don't stop. I'm almost there" you plead to him.

You feel him smile against your folds, it is so messy, you feel your thighs are wet when he pulls back and starts do draw fast wide circles around your folds, the sounds your pussy is making would embarrass you, if you weren't so lost in the building climax you feel in your lower stomach, pulsing through your whole body, your mind blurry, you keep repeating his name over and over, which makes him impossibly hard. You see him move his own hand between his legs, palming himself through the pants, groaning into your core.

"I need you inside of me. Please." you manage to say.

He would love nothing more in that moment, he stands up, pulls down his pants and underwear in one movement. His tip an angry shade of red, balls heavy, you turn your head forward, moving your hips closer to him, inviting him in.

"Quickly" you whine.

He is holding your hip with one hand, while he holds his dick in the other hand, slowly moving it through your folds, collecting your slick.

"Can you go again after?" he asks, his voice breathy.

"Can you?" you turn to him, placing your hand over his own on your hip, to feel more of him.

He chuckles. His tip catches your hole, pushing in. You both inhale at the same time. "You are in for a fun time today" he says, as he pushes in further, you are so wet, it is so easy for him. He bends over to be closer to you.

His heart runs like an engine as he bullies his drooling cock up against your soft cunt. His words close to your ear, nothing but filthy praise, about how you are perfect for him, that you were made for him, he loves you. His hips meet yours in a fast pace behind you, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. As soon as he moves his hand to draw circles around your clit, you scream out his name and gush all over him, squeezing him impossibly tight, which makes him lose his pace. It triggers his own release, after a few more pumps, you feel his cum paint your walls, there is so much, it starts to trickle down your thighs. He collapses on top of you, barely able to catch himself putting his hands on either side of you on the couch. His white shirt is sticking to his skin with how sweaty he is.

You feel he is still not fully soft inside of you. The stamina he has today makes you excited, because you are also ready for more.

You wince when he pulls out.

"Was that not too rough? Sorry, we didn't even make it to the bedroom." he asks, while his eyes are trained between your legs, it is so wet and shiny with both of your releases. He is almost hypnotised.

"I can't even catch my breath still. I don't think we could have possibly made it to the bedroom." you say and you both laugh.

He helps you stand up, you stand in front of him, moving your hands behind you undoing the zipper and slipping out of your dress, leaving it on the floor. He watches you intently, your naked figure in front of him. It is dark in the room, only a street light coming from the window and low light from the hall illuminating you.

"You are so beautiful." he repeats the words he says to you every day, no matter if you are in your pyjamas or full make up and expensive dress, if he was a painter he would paint you and only you. He gives you so many compliments, you started to believe them, boosting your self confidence, which you are thankful for.

"It is your turn now." you undo his tie, throwing it on top of your dress. He starts undoing the buttons on his shirt, while you move towards the bedroom.

You are both completely naked when you fall on the bed. You lay on the pillows, he slowly crawls on top of you, kissing your calfs, your thighs, as you spread your legs apart, giving him more space. He continues kissing his way up, your stomach, stopping on your chest, focusing on your tits. He looks into your eyes, when he takes your nipple into his mouth, playing with it with his tongue, sucking in. You arch your back, whining and moving your hands to his head, holding him close. His hand moves to touch your other boob, squeezing it, twisting and pulling the nipple, enjoying your moans. You feel so good in his mouth. He moves to the other nipple, changing hands to play with the shiny wet nipple from his spit.

You start lifting your hips to meet his, his cock lays heavy on your lower stomach. You pull on his hair to get his attention, he moves his hands in between your legs, you are so warm and wet at his touch.

He looks up at you, letting go of your nipple, moving further up closer to your face.

"You ready to go again?" you ask him, placing your hand on the side of his face, wiping the residue of you on his chin.

He kisses you, and you melt under him immediately. His lips ever so soft capturing yours.

"Yes." he says sitting up. "Are you?" he moves his hands from your neck slowly down to your chest, feeling your fast heartbeat, matching his own, down to your lower stomach. His thumb presses on your clit, your hips lift on their own, a whine escaping your lips, still overstimulated, but it feels so good at the same time. He sees you clench around nothing, waiting for him.

"Don't tease, Joost. Put it in." you reach out to touch his cock. You move your hand up and down his shaft, but he takes control again. He holds himself by the base, leaning in closer, he aligns your hips, putting his cock onto your lower stomach, the tip almost reaching your bellybutton, seeing how deep it will go in. The sight makes his breath catch. The tip leaves a wet spot on your skin.

"I love you so much." he says as he finally reaches your hole, sliding in. He moves your thighs further apart, holding them. He watches your face, your expressions helping him set the pace, seeing what makes you moan louder and what movements make you clench around him. He builds the thrusts around your pleasure. Your arms cling to his on your thighs.

"Feels so good" your head falls back on the pillows.

"Look at me, baby" he moves your head back to look at him. "I want to see you when you cum on my dick." each word is followed by a harder thrust. One of his hands moves to touch your nipple, letting go of your thighs. The other hand draws fast circles around your clit. He rolls his hips just the way you like, you feel your climax envelope your entire body, from your toes to the tips of your fingers. He lets you ride out your high, your hips moving on him, his hands moving softly on your sides. His dick keeping you full.

"That's it baby. That's it. So good for me" he praises you.

You come to your senses and feel him pull out. You start to flip on your stomach, thinking he wants to change positions.

"No, wait." he stops you, laying you on your back. His hands come to your chest, squeezing your boobs together. You are confused for a second, following his gaze on your chest, when you realize.

"Do you want to fuck my tits?" you ask. You could tell he wanted to do it for awhile, but he wouldn't bring it up for some reason. You wish he would believe your words, when you say you would let him do anything. You trust him completely.

"Yes. Would that be okay?" he asks meeting your eyes unsure.

"Yes. Come here" you push your boobs together. He can't believe the sight in front of him. He gets even harder than before. He moves his hand to your pussy, covering his hand in your release, when he brings it in the valley between your boobs, making it slippery.

"You are so nasty." you say. He always loves it messy, even prefers to cum on your stomach or chest, spreading it after, but truly you don't mind.

"And you love it." he says and lets his spit fall on your chest, holding your boobs together, making it even more wet. He plays with your nipples, twisting them in between his pointer finger and thumb, as he moves to straddle you closer, making sure not to put his weight on you.

You help him hold your boobs, when he lines himself in the valley of your breasts. He tries to move, his head falling back with a loud groan, it feels so good. You watch his face contorted in pleasure. He keeps moving his hips, as you squeeze your boobs tighter around him.

"Oh fuck, liefje." one of his hands move to the backboard of the bed for leverage. You open your mouth catching his tip when he thrusts in. He moans at that, his mouth agape, looking down at you.

"Do that again." you oblige and keep your mouth open. He keeps thrusting in and out, his tip staying in your mouth. You move your hand to cup his balls, feeling the tender skin. You make sure to place your tongue on his slit on his next thrust.

"Feels so good. So good." his brain is a mush at this point, he starts to chase his high, moving faster. Your neck is getting tired, so he holds you by the back of your head.

"I'm so close, gonna cum." he warns you, in case you want him to move away. But you hum around him, sucking him harder. He shuts his eyes shut, after a few more thrusts he cums in your mouth, but pulls out and also finishes on your chest. His own chest is contracting in shallow breaths, he plops down next to you on the bed, his legs can't hold him anymore. You feel his warm release on your chest, which he can't stop looking at and starts massaging it into your tits.

"Joost." you whine. "You are such a freak." you swat his hands away laughing.

"And what if I did this?" he leans in quickly and puts your nipple into his mouth, feeling it wet with his spit and his own release. You squeal at feeling, pulling his hair.

"The biggest freak ever." a giggle escapes you. "Let's get in the shower."

After you get back all clean, you show him the other polaroids you took, but didn't end up choosing for the final surprise. He inspects every single one, commenting on what he likes about each one and makes you promise you will wear the underwear set you wore for it tomorrow.

Last year Joost got you matching bracelets. He has your initials and you have J.K. engraved. It has become a habit of his to hold your hand, the one you wear the bracelet on, close to his chest. Sometimes he doesn't even seem to notice he does it, just wants it closer to his heart on an instinct.

Seeing how much he loves the bracelet, you got a necklace with a small pendant that says "Klein" in cursive and decided to surprise him with it.

You are both getting ready to sleep, each comfortably doing your own thing on your sides of the bed. You move your arm to feel the necklace hidden under your t-shirt, a tiny smile spreading on your face. You put your book down and move closer to him, pressing a few kisses to the side of his face. He hums happily, wraps one hand around your waist and easily moves you to straddle him. He leans to put his phone on a bedside table, then sits back against the pillow, his attention now fully on you.

"Hi" he says smiling up at you.

"Hi" you say back. He already took off his t-shirt when he got in bed, only wearing his underwear under the blanket. You put your hands on the sides of his face, carefully take off his glasses and put them next to his phone, your hands slide from his face down to his neck, brushing past his broad shoulders and stopping on his chest. You feel the hair under your palms and his steady heartbeat. You stay like this for a moment, moving your hands from his chest to his stomach, enjoying the feeling of him under your hands. Then you finally lean in to kiss him, he opens his mouth a little to invite your tongue into his mouth. It quickly escalates into a heavy makeout session, both of you breathing loudly through your noses. You break the kiss and sit down straight again, feeling him already getting hard under you. His blue eyes are watching you, waiting for your next move. His lips are so red from your kisses. You can't wait any longer and decide it's time. You take off your shirt to reveal the necklace, his eyes immediately catch it. He sits up to be closer to you, looks into your eyes, and then back at the necklace.

"Baby" a breathy moan escapes his lips. He traces the letters with his finger.

He groans, puts his hand on the back of your head to bring your mouth closer to his, which also gives him a quick advantage to move your head the way he wants to deepen the kiss. You feel his hard dick twitch under you, you can't help but grind on him, the slight relief is delicious. His hand moves to your waist to hold you in place while his lips move down to kiss your jaw, the other hand goes up to pull on your hair to slightly lean your head back. He kisses the skin revealed to him, inching closer to the necklace. Even now he is teasing not only you but himself, as he kisses your collarbones, gently biting the skin, tracing it with his tongue after. You moan and can feel him smile in between the kisses.

He kisses along the gold chain and finally reaches the pendant. He puts it in between his teeth and looks at you. His stare is so intense, it makes you breathe heavier with how aroused you are.

"So you like it?" you ask, fake innocence in your voice.

He drops it and replies his voice raspy "I love it." He flips you over and you squeal in surprise.

You are now under him, completely at his mercy. You spread your legs to welcome him in more comfortably. He lies on top you, holding his weight on his elbows on each side of your head, his hips slotted perfectly between yours. He fixes your messed up hair, from when he flipped you over, puts some strands behind your ears and studies your face while you smile at him.

"When did you get it?" he asks, playing with a strand of your hair, his gaze flicking down on the pendant.

"Today in the morning."

"You had it the whole day and didn't show me?" he laughs and you might start to believe magic is real and it's the sparkle in his eyes.

"I wanted it to be a surprise. But I was also a little worried that you won't like it." your voice more quiet. "Me wearing your last name."

His eyes flick between yours. He lets out a breath and leans in to press a quick kiss to your lips. "I want my last name all over you." he kisses you again. "I want it here" he kisses the pendant. "Here." he moves lower to kiss on the center of your chest. "Here" a kiss just below your breast. A sigh leaves your lips as your hand moves to his hair. "Here" a kiss on your stomach. He keeps kissing you and moving lower, closer to where you need him most. He presses a kiss to the inner side of your thigh, looking up at you, watching your chest rise and fall, he is happy with himself how worked up you are getting, decides not to tease any further because his boxers are also getting uncomfortably tight. "And here" he kisses your clit.

"You are so dumb" a laugh escapes you.

"So dumb." he returns to kiss an inside of your thigh, then runs a finger between your folds. "You are so wet" he says his voice quiet as if more to himself. "Were you excited to show me the necklace?" he doesn't let you reply as he licks a long stripe stopping to suck at your clit. Your hands fly to hold his hair. "Joost, fuck." you moan as he continues to suck your swollen clit. He looks up at you from between your legs, sees you lost in pleasure, your eyes closed, which only spurs him on, his own boxers getting tighter. You move one of your hands from his hair to your breast, pinching the nipple, he can feel you clench around his tongue. His dick is so painfully hard, twitching at every sound you make. He remembers the pendant on your neck and has to shut his eyes tightly, changing his trace of thought not to cum on the spot.

Your eyes open as you feel him sit up, "Fuck, schatje, I can't." he says breathing heavily, his mouth glistening. "I need to be inside of you right now." you nod quickly, he takes off his boxers, grabs your thighs pushing them wider as he sits on his knees in between. You put your hand on his lower stomach, his eyes find yours. You reach to hold his dick, slowly moving your hand up and down, applying more pressure on the vein along it. His head falls back as he releases a shameless moan when you reach the tip and spread the pre-cum across it.

You always found the effect that your touch has on him so addicting. You could watch him cum on your hand just like this and be content, but you decide to leave this thought for another day. So not to tease him any longer, you swipe his tip in between your folds making sure to catch your clit, your mouth opening at the feeling. He is watching you intently as you put it inside. You are so wet he has no trouble pushing his hips closer to you. When he is fully inside, he all but collapses on top of you, holding himself up on his forearms on each side of your head. He kisses along your jaw and sets a steady pace. You put your hands on his shoulders, leaving marks on his back. His hair and lower stomach adds a delicious extra stimulation on your clit every time he thrusts up.

"Feels so good." you tell into his ear.

He is struggling to form coherent thoughts, so lost in you, "I'm not gonna last long" he manages and feels you clench around him. You love seeing him like this, sweat already forming on his hairline, panting into your neck. No one else gets to see him like this. "Fuck" he moves his hand in between you to stimulate your clit. "I'm so close don't stop." you feel the tension building.

His head is buried in the crook of your neck, he starts to kiss the soft skin, feeling the chain on his lips, he follows it, kissing along. When he reaches the pendant, you can feel him twitch inside of you and swear you hear him whimper. He licks up your throat, leaving a few love bites.

You know it is all getting too much for him.

"Cum inside of me." you tell him, your own breathing heavy. "I'm so close, please, Joost." you claw at his back, moving lower to his ass cheeks encouraging him even deeper.

His head falls on your chest, a groan you can feel vibrate through your chest as his hips stutter and he releases into you. You follow right after him, his hips coming to a gradual stop as he gives a few more weak thrusts.

His arms give out and he puts his whole weight on you with a sigh. Your legs are still shaking, it feels grounding to have him on top of you.

He lifts his head up and smiles at you. "That was so hot." you lean in to kiss him. The kiss doesn't last long, he starts to pull out of you with a wince and flops onto the side. You put your head on his chest and wrap your arms around him, his fast heartbeat a lovely reminder of what you just did.

"Well I'm glad you liked the surprise." you say kissing his chest.

"I was so close to cumming in my pants are you kidding me" he laughs, his hand moves to your hip, rubbing in soft motions, feeling the soft skin.

"I wouldn't mind if you did." you say quieter, one finger drawing mindless patterns on his chest.

He heard you and it made him chuckle. "You will be the death of me." He puts his hand under your chin and turns your head up to kiss you. You pull yourself up facing him now. Both of his hands move to your hips. He swipes his tongue on your lower lip, you open your mouth, his tongue immediately finding yours. You put your legs on each side on his thighs and lean back to sit down, his mouth chasing yours, always craving more. You don't let him reach you, his head falling back on the pillow in defeat. You watch his face as he studies you, his eyes leaving yours and moving down your body. "Let me see closer" he hooks his finger on the chain and slowly pulls you back to him. His soft stomach flush against yours, you hold yourself on straight arms on each side of him. As you move, you can feel him getting hard against your thigh, you want to make a remark about it but hold it. "Here it is" you put your neck and chest on display where the pendant is hanging from, next to his face.

"You know you can never take it off now, right?" one of his hands is holding the pendant gently tracing the letters, the other moves from your hip to your waist.

"Yeah? What if I want to wear another one?" you tease him.

"No other ones." he pulls you closer by the chain again and crashes his lips on yours into another heated kiss. You feel the pulse in between your legs, the kiss and his possessive hold of "Klein" on your neck gets you hot again. You grind on him, his shaft slotting in between your folds. He groans into the kiss, you want to hear this sound on repeat. So you do it again and again, getting lost in the pleasure.

"Baby" he breaths out. "Wait." he holds your hips in place. "Ride me properly. Want to see your beautiful tits in my face." he is so shameless when it comes to asking you what he needs. How could you deny him?

"Will you last this time?" you ask with a lighthearted laugh as you take his now fully hard dick in your hand and lift your hips.

He smiles at the jab. "As long as you need me to." and you know he means it.

You hover above him as he covers your hand on the base of his cock, swipes a couple of times to cover himself in your wetness and looks up at you "Ready?" he asks.

"Yes." you start to lower yourself onto him, the stretch is delicious as always. You move slowly, his girth too much for you even after coming already.

"Taking me so well." he praises you, which makes you clench around him, only half inside. You feel his hands move from your hips up your body, his big hands palming both your tits, squeezing, your chest spilling out between his fingers. You finally fully take him in, put your hands on his shoulders and start to move. He is watching you, thinking he wishes he could capture this and replay whenever you are not around and he misses you. You are right next to him, but the thought of being away from you, makes him miss you. He watches you bounce on him, so beautiful, tits bouncing, the necklace hitting your chest repeatedly. How did he get so lucky?

After awhile you feel your legs get tired. "C'mon baby. Let me help you." he holds just under your ass taking your weight into his hands, helping you bounce, setting a steady pace which is stimulating for both of you. When you are completely lowered onto him, he grinds you back and forth a couple of times, which he knows you love and it makes you moan loudly. Then continues to bounce you up and down, meeting your hips in the middle with a thrust.

He sits up to be closer to you, buries his head in your chest. His eyes are closed, lost in pleasure. He starts thrusting harder from under you. One hand holds your waist, the other is at the back of your neck. Moving you as he pleases, your legs are so tired, you are glad he is taking control.

"I'm so close. Please" you can barely speak.

"I know. Squeezing me so tight" he says still pressed tight to your chest. He starts to kiss your skin, finds your nipple, flicks his tongue against it and sucks hard earning a moan from you. He continues doing it, needing more of your sounds. A few more thrusts and he can feel you clench hard against him, wetness spread onto him, "Joost" you scream as you reach your peak. "I've got you." he holds the side of your face. "A few more seconds, I'm right there." He increases the speed of his thrusts and releases into you.

He holds you tight against his chest, both of you trying to catch your breath. You feel him soften in you, not ready to separate yet. You put your head on his shoulder. "I will never take it off" you say.

"Hm?" he is confused, still coming to his senses.

"The necklace. It's staying on forever."

"I love you" he can't help but smile.

"I love you too." you reply against his shoulder.

Tour bus bunk beds are a tight fit as it is, especially when you share one with your 6'2" boyfriend. You don't join him for the whole tour and had a choice to sleep in your own bunk bed, but both of you sleep so much better in each other's embrace, so it is no issue at all sharing a small space.

You yawn and say your goodbyes to the other guys on the bus, off to get ready for sleep. You have huge FOMO when you go to sleep earlier than the rest of the group, it's a mystery how they can stay up so late after a show and then do it all over again the next day. Tonight however you feel too tired to keep up.

All settled in your shared bunk bed, you turn off the overhead small light and get ready to sleep, when you feel the small curtain open up. "It's me." Joost whispers and lays down next to you. Curling up behind you, his chest pressed to your back. He smells of his body wash and minty toothpaste.

"Hi." you turn your head, searching for his lips in the dark. He leans in for a kiss, his lips familiar on yours. His hands wrap around your waist, sighing into your mouth as he presses himself even closer to you.

You separate from each other, laughing when he nuzzles into your neck, squeezing you tight. You turn back to face the wall, the smell of him and feeling safe in his arms lulling you to sleep immediately.

"Good night. Love you" he says, his breath tickling your neck. Your legs tangled under the shared blanket.

"Good night. Love you more." you say back.

"No, love you more."

"Love you more multiplied by an infinite number."

"Love you multiplied by the biggest number and there is no bigger one."

"Love yo-"

"Shut the fuck up, love birds." you hear Parsa yell from the next bed. You both erupt in laughter.

"Love you, Parsa." you say, still laughing.

"Love you." he replies. "Sweet dreams."

All of Joost's friends have welcomed you with a warm embrace into their circle. You remember how nervous you were to meet them all at first, but they already heard so much about you, because Joost truly can't stop talking about you every chance he gets. They already loved you, before they even saw you, knowing how happy you make Joost.

You slowly wake up feeling a bunch of little kisses being pressed into the side of your face, the back of your neck. "What time is it?" you reach to check your phone. The light of the screen making you squint. It's just past 3am, a few hours after you both fallen asleep.

Joost continues to kiss all over your face, "I need you." he whispers, leaving wet kisses along your jaw and lowering to your neck. "Need you so bad." his voice low, saturated with lust. You can feel he is hard, pressed against your ass, rutting without any rhythm. His hands are slowly roaming over your body, his need seeping into you too, even half-asleep you want him.

"What if someone hears us?" you ask quietly. Joost opens the curtain, sticking his head out slightly to check if anyone is up. There is a constant loud hum of the bus moving, rattling of misplaced objects against the cabinets and snoring coming from the other bunk beds.

He closes the curtain, settling next you again. Faint light from your phone laying somewhere in the blanket lighting up his face. "If we stay quiet, chances are high they won't know a thing." he says, a smirk on his face.

"Can you stay quiet though?" you poke at him.

He smiles and leans in closer to you. You match his toothy grin and sit up as much as the tight space allows you to take off your shirt and wrap your arms around his neck bringing him closer to you. He is holding himself up on one forearm, mostly laying on top of you, kissing you deep, both of you being very aware of the surroundings still, trying to keep the volume down to the minimum. His lips feel good on you, he licks your bottom lip and you open your mouth for him, he groans and you tug at his hair to remind him to be quieter. "Fuck." he comes up for air. "This is gonna be harder than I thought."

"Let's just be quick." you whisper, trying to keep any sounds to the minimum.

"Lay down on your side, baby." he gives you a quick kiss on the lips, and you turn around to your initial position – your back to his chest. One of his arms sneaks underneath your body, both of his hands on your tits, he tugs and twists your nipples softly and you have to fight the urge not to moan, only a quiet sigh slipping past your lips when he continues his ministrations. You arch your back, pressing your ass into his crotch urging him to get to work. He kisses your shoulder and moves one of his hands between your legs. "So wet already." he whispers into your ear, biting on your earlobe gently as his fingers slide easily on your clit.

You slide your pyjama pants down your legs, giving him more access. His fingers keep exploring, spreading your wetness around, you bite down on your lip when his finger dips inside. He sets a steady pace, after a moment he puts in a second finger, curling them just right, finding that spot, where he knows will drive you crazy. His insistent fingers and soft kisses on your neck and jaw get you closer and closer to release. You miss his voice, he is always so loud, talking you through it or confirming how good it feels for him when you take control. But now you have to keep quiet, so instead you search for his lips, to feel him close in other ways. He sighs into your mouth, pushing his tongue to meet yours. He speeds up his fingers, his thumb petting at your clit, and you are thankful for his mouth on yours, as he helps you silence your whimper. His hips grinding into you, you feel he is rock hard. You have to separate, looking into his eyes, "I'm close, Joost." you whisper. "I want to cum with you, please."

He nods and you help him pull down his underwear, just enough to take out his cock. Reddened tip weeping pre cum, you grind his tip into your palm making him drop his mouth open, a small little whimper comes out, but you hear it. He puts the fingers which were inside you a second ago into his mouth, sucking greedily.

"Wish I could eat you out right now." he kisses you and you taste yourself on his tongue. "We need to book a hotel soon."

You kiss him more in agreement. He hooks a hand under your knee, spreading you open for him. He looks down, jerking himself a few times before moving closer to you, lining himself up. He swipes his sensitive tip through your folds, teasing your clit every time it passes, finally pushing into your wet hole. You loose yourself in the moment, moaning into the silent night, his hand is quick to cover your mouth, pressing tight. "Shh, baby. I know I know." he kisses your temple, while pushing in further. One hand holding your leg, the other clamped around your mouth keeping you quiet. His own breathing is laboured, whimpers threatening to spill out, so he keeps kissing your skin, anywhere he can reach.

"Keep your legs open for me." he says and you do. His hand moves to your hip, as he adjusts his position rocking into you. Your gummy walls suck him in greedily, inviting him deeper and deeper. He enters fast and pulls out slow, keeping this pace up, getting you both closer to orgasm, while your eyes roll into your head at how good it feels – the proximity, it feels like he is all around you, his heavy breathing in your ear, he feels so big inside, his hand keeping you quiet from sobbing out. He switches it up with grinding into you, when he is fully inside. You feel his hand press into lower stomach, as he feels himself move inside. You clamp down on him at the feeling and he has to bite down on your shoulder in an attempt to silence himself. The sudden sensation sends you over the edge, you throw your head back into his shoulder, your eyes closed, thankful for his hand around your mouth or the entire bus would have heard you and you would never live it down.

He feels you gush around him, his grip on your hips tightens, leaving fingerprints. You feel it – the heat of him, the way his cock twitches inside you, how his grip tightens. "I love you." He slams into you one last time – hot flood inside you, painting your insides white. He gives you the last few thrusts, licking and kissing at your shoulder where he bit down. Overstimulation hits both of you and you wiggle away knowing you won't be able to stay silent anymore. Both of you lay still catching your breath, the sounds around coming back, you hope you were quiet enough not to disturb anyone.

"I think we are clear." Joost says behind you, as he pulls out and reaches for the pack of tissues to clean you up.

"Hope so." you cuddle back up next to him after you are both decent.

You feel nervous walking down the same path you always take. Why are you nervous? There was usually a feeling of excitement to unwind, to see the sexy Internet Cafe employee – stifling your giggles who will he scold for breathing too loud this time. But now your palms are sweaty the closer you get to that familiar door.

After your first hookup with Joost, you haven't talked much. You got busy with work, and when you were able to visit the Internet Cafe, he seemed to be busier than usual, new customers keep flooding in. You would catch him for a couple of minutes of casual conversation by his desk, like he hasn't rearranged your guts in this same place. He would also come up to you ask about your day, the first time he did it, it made you blush furiously not having expected it from him. Other than that, you were short with each other and the timing wasn't right. Plus it has been almost a week since your last visit, probably the longest you haven't been in that place. So, all those thoughts piled on top of each other, you were feeling extra anxious to see him.

Today however you were determined to have a proper conversation. You are down to keep it casual, if he doesn't want anything serious, but you need clarity – it has been driving you crazy not knowing what he thinks about that night, does he regret it, does he want anything more?

Once again, you open the door, familiar sounds and smell greeting you, as well as a pair of blue eyes lingering in your direction. Joost smiles at you, as you come over to his desk.

"Hi you." he says, still smiling.

"Hi." It throws you off how cheerful he is, the usual scowl nowhere to be found.

"Haven't seen you in a while." his attention is still fully on you, on a normal fay by that time he was already back to typing on the computer. "Thought you went to the competitors. Maybe some other Internet Cafe has opened up." he tries to joke.

You stare at him silently and burst out laughing, the previous tension and anxiety simmering down. Maybe he is in the same mood to figure things out between you finally.

"I wouldn't dare." you lean in closer over the desk.

"That's right." he doesn't look away, matching your eye contact.

You reach for your purse to get the cash for the computer, but he stops you. "It's on the house today. Loyal customer and all that."

You look shocked at him, "You don't have to do that, but thank you." you mumble, a blush creeping up your cheeks again. He seems really happy to see you again. "All I had to do was the bang the employee? Should have done that sooner." you whisper to him making sure it is only for his ears.

"Shut up." he barks a laugh. "First computer on the second row is yours." he points in the direction of it.

"Wait, how does she get to use it for free?" a customer who just walked in behind you asks.

"None of your business." Joost is back to his usual demeanour, his eyes a reflection of being bored of the customer. "How can I help you?" he asks the guy.

You have finished the most important work you needed to do, looking up at the clock, you notice it is past midnight already, most of the customers went home, there is only you, Joost and a couple sharing a computer on the opposite side.

"Sir?" you call out in Joost's direction. "There is something wrong with this computer, can you check?"

His head immediately turns in your direction. "Um, sure." he walks up to you.

You point at the error which popped up. You know how to fix it yourself, and from the look he gives you, you are sure he knows that too. But plays along, catching up to your game. "Yes, let me check." he moves from standing next to you to reaching over behind you for the mouse and keyboard. His hand is covering the mouse over your hand, his skin feels starching hot on yours. His breath close to your ear, your stomach tightens over the simple close proximity to him.

"You are so good at this." you tell him, your voice innocent.

"Am I?"

"Yeah." you turn to face him, but he already fixed it and straightens up, leaving you so lonely.

"Thank you." your voice is quiet.

You finish the rest of your work and notice the couple has left. After waiting a couple more minutes to check if no one else comes in, you stand up and head towards Joost's desk. He is busy typing away, you linger next to him, when he finally looks up.

"Can we talk?" you ask tentatively.

He looks around the room, noticing it's just you left.

"Sure." he gives you his full attention now. "What happened?"

"Well. Nothing really, but that is the problem." you say not looking at him yet, mindlessly moving the things around at the top of his desk. "I know we don't each other yet, maybe the hookup meant nothing to you." you continue, he tries to interrupt, but you motion for him to wait. "But I would like to get to know you, move things forward. I do care about you more than just random sex, but I can't tell if you feel the same about me. You are kind of hard to read." you finally look up at him. He is looking at you intently, listening carefully to your confession.

The silence falls heavily between you, it weighs on you. Did you read this situation completely wrong, does have want nothing to do with you, before you can spiral any further, you hear his voice. "I also want to get to know you. Sorry if I left you in the unknown, I didn't mean that. I also didn't know if you want anything more. I was also so busy here, I am sorry." he says. "When you didn't come on your usual day, your usual hours-"

"You notice when I usually come here?"

"Ofcourse." he meets your eyes.

"I would love to ask you out on a date." he confesses. "Would- Would you go on a date with me?" he is also nervous, like you. It makes your heart melt.

"Yes."

Joost's gaze softened, his eyes roaming over your face with a mix of tenderness and barely concealed desire. You walk around the desk, his eyes following your every move, he starts to stand up, but you push on his shoulder to keep him sitting down. You stand in between his legs and reach out to fix his hair, brushing the fallen out of place strands. You notice the dark circles under his eyes, he works so much. Your hand slips lower, tracing his cheekbone, his skin warm under your palm. He nuzzles closer to you, his eyes darken, not used to such tender touches, but unable to tear himself away from the way you looked at him.

"Is this okay?" you ask him. So careful, the time feels like it has slowed down between you two. A contrast between how the first time went. "Yes."

You move to sit on his lap, he lets you, wrapping his hand around your waist, settling you in more comfortable, as he shifts under you.

"I really thought I might never see you again." he confesses, his voice barely audible, but you hear him.

Reaching up, you let your fingers graze the stubble on his jaw, caressing his cheek as you hold his gaze. “Kiss me, Joost,” you whisper, your voice a soft, desperate invitation.

Without another word, he closes the distance, his lips finding yours in a gentle, unhurried kiss. There is no urgency, only a steady, deliberate affection that conveys every unspoken emotion he’d held back. His kiss is soft and careful, full of warmth, he is tentative, but you lead him, showing you want him as much.

When he pulls away, his forehead rests against yours, and you both share a quiet, contented breath, wrapped up in the warmth of the moment. But the tenderness only fuels the lingering desire that had simmered between you both, and with a sudden burst of confidence, you grasp the collar of his shirt, pulling him back to you.

This time, the kiss deepened, your lips moving in sync as the restraint melted away, giving way to something more fervent, the Joost who likes to take control shining again. His hands grab your waist even harder, pulling you closer, his fingers splaying against your back. The gentle intimacy turns heated, your mouths exploring, you open your mouth, letting his tongue tease yours. You can feel his breath hitch as your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, he groans against your lips, sending a shiver down your spine.

You try to pull away, but he chases you leaning in, not ready to separate yet, "Come here" his voice is low, breathless too, as he catches your lips in a kiss again. His hands slid down to the small of your back, then lower, gripping your thighs. You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. His hands roam over your body, sliding along your curves, his touch sends shivers down your spine, like it's the first time being alone in this room again. However this time you are sure he wants you as much as you want him. You gasp against his mouth, a sound that turns into a soft moan, each sound coming from you pushing him closer to the edge of his composure. His tongue slips past your lips, exploring, tasting. Every brush of his tongue against yours sent a surge of heat pooling between your legs, each movement building the need that pulsed through you.

Joost shifts under you, and you feel his hardness pressing against you, undeniable. Your lips begin to wander, trailing a path from his mouth to his jaw, where you lingered, pressing soft, teasing kisses that made him shudder under your touch. You can feel the subtle stubble against your lips, the warmth radiating from his skin as you move lower, planting slow, lingering kisses along his neck, tasting the faint hint of his cologne mixed with his natural scent. Paying extra attention to the Lola Bunny tattoo on his neck, you hope to become friends with her and see her more often.

Each kiss seems to draw a deeper, ragged breath from him, his chest rising and falling as he leans into every touch, unable to hold back the quiet sounds of pleasure escaping his lips. You find it intoxicating, the sound you are able to pull from him. You let your hands roam freely, exploring the strong lines of his shoulders, fingers tracing down the curves of his chest. His pulse beats beneath your touch, quickening with each passing second. He swallows hard, his breathing growing heavier as you continued, savoring every inch of him.

"You are driving me crazy." he says, as you continue to kiss along his sensitive spot.

"You look so good like this." your words go straight to his dick. "I can't believe I finally get to have you like this."

"Fuck, baby. Don't say shit like this, I might just cum in my pants." he confesses tilting his head back, giving you even more access, closing his eyes, clearly enjoying your actions.

"Maybe I would like that." you let your fingers slide down his torso, tracing every line and curve of his body with deliberate, teasing slowness.

"What? Me cuming my pants?" his opens his eyes to look at you. You look up at him grinning, your hand finally reaches the waistband of his boxers, and you press your palm against him. "You are evil."

"You don't like that?" you remove your hand from him.

"Nonono." he repeats, putting your hand back right where it was. "I do." his breath hitches, a deep, guttural sound escaping his throat as he instinctively pushes into your touch, his fingers digging into your waist.

"I am enjoying myself too." you murmur, palming him gently, feeling his arousal grow beneath your hand, hardening with each brush of your fingers. “I’ve wanted this for so long, Joost. I wanted to know how you’d feel like this,” you admit, voice a mix of admiration and desire.

His hands roam your back, pulling you closer, his breathing growing heavier as he looses himself in every touch, every word you murmur against him. "More, please." he pleads, looking in the direction of the door. The cafe is still open to the public. It has been a quieter night than usual, but there is still a possibility someone might stumble in, but he is ready for the gamble, knowing you are too.

"God… that feels so good,” he gasps, as he looks, his expression a mixture of awe and arousal. His hands roam up and down your back, and you can feel the effect of every touch, every word, as his breathing grows heavier. "You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his voice rough as he presses a kiss to your temple, his words urge you to move your hand around his cock faster, encouraging every word. “Been wanting this… wanting you… for so damn long.” He buries his face in the crook of your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin as he speaks, his voice shaky, every word spilling out in a way that only fueled the fire between you.

"Seeing that guy ask you out,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below your ear, “it drove me crazy. Couldn’t stand it. I wanted to kill him for touching you” He pauses, lifting his head to look into your eyes, his gaze raw, vulnerable, every wall he’d built around himself now shattered. “I’ve wanted you like this… needed you like this… for so long.”

Hearing him say it out loud, the desire intertwined in every syllable, makes your head spin. Feeling he is fully hard under you now, you slowly sink to your knees in front of him, his mouth falling open slightly at the realisation what you are doing for him. You maintain eye contact with him, as you feel the carpet dig into your knees, but you don't care, not when he looks at you like this.

"Fuck... you don't have to." he says, putting a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I want to." you say, and reach for his belt. "Do you want to?"

"Yes." he says it way too quick and it makes you giggle. He helps you undo the belt, lifting his hips to take off his pants.

You palm him through his underwear again, enjoying the delicious moan from him. You motion for him to take them off and he does. "Good boy." you purr and you swear you can see an actual sparkle in his eyes. Who would have thought the mean Internet Cafe employee, who everyone is so scared of, would be melting under your palm at a few words of praise. His cock jumps free from the confines of his boxers, but you don't give it the attention it craves so much. Not yet. Your hands drift up, playing with the hem of his shirt, your nails grazing his stomach lightly, sending a wave of heat coursing through his veins. A sharp exhale escapes him before he can stop it, his muscles tensing under your touch.

After feeling that you've teased him enough, you take his dick in your hands, the tip an angry shade of red, pre-cum spilling from the anticipation. Mixing it with your spit, you start to stroke him. You pay attention to alternating in pressure, swiping your thumb over his tip every time you passed it. Then you nuzzle against it, pressing soft, lingering kisses along the side, your warm breath sending another shudder through him. You are savoring every inch before you begin. Only then your lips part, and you finally take him in. The first flick of your tongue sends a sharp jolt of pleasure up his spine. He has to grip the desk, not to push his hips. Your lips wrap around him, slow and firm, dragging along his length with precision.

"Feels so good." he borderline whines looking down at you. "Keep going please." his hands find the back of your head, not pushing, just wanting to feel you.

Your tongue glides firmly along the underside, tracing every vein, your movements deliberate as you circle the tip before taking him in your mouth again, your lips stretching around his girth. The lewd sound of your lips smacking around you loud in the empty room, making his stomach tighten. You look up at him innocently, as you take more and more of him, your warm and wet mouth mixed with the view makes him almost lose his mind and cum on the spot. He has to lean his head back and concentrate not to end it too soon.

You are however relentless—taking him deeper each time, your spit slicking every inch of him. You bob your head with a slow, steady rhythm, a mix of suction and slippery, messy tongue work that makes his breath stutter.

Suddenly there is a noise of a door opening. His hand on your head gripping your hair, motioning for you to stop. You do, still with his cock in your mouth, you feel him sit up straighter, fixing his hair. There are footsteps coming closer, but luckily they can't see you from your position under the desk.

"Hello, can I print out a few things? Is there a working printer?" an unfamiliar voice asks.

Joost clears his throat. "Hello, yes. It's over there. How many copies?" his voice trying to hide the fact that your soft mouth is still wrapped around his length cockwarming him. The customer goes on a long tangent telling a story how the past few places had trouble with printing and he is walking all around town trying to make a copy of a document. Joost hums in approval listening to his story, one of his hands still wrapped tightly on your hair, making sure you don't get an idea of teasing him.

The customer walks over to the printer. "Call if you need any help." Joost tells him. You hope the customer can do it on his own.

As the footsteps grow quieter and further away, Joost releases his hand from your hair. You move away from him as quietly as possible, leaning your head on his thigh. He looks down at you, pressing a finger to his slips motioning for you to stay quiet and you nod.

You can hear the printer beeping and the customer settling in behind the computer. After awhile you start to get bored, as Joost got back to typing on the keyboard, probably pretending to work not to give away what was happening before. You start to press soft kisses along his thigh. He doesn't stop you, so you continue doing it almost with no sound, the buzz of the printer also helping to hide any noise. You get bolder and bite him, although not hard enough to produce the noise that comes out of him – too loud for how light the bite was. You lick over the spot, he looks down at you with raised eyebrows and you smile apologetically.

"Everything ok?" the customer asks.

"Oh. Yeah, all good." Joost replies. His voice shaky. "Just, um, you know, looking at prices. They seem to bite for real nowadays." the customer laughs at that and agrees. The printing noise continues.

You have to cover your mouth not to laugh at him too. After giving him a few minutes to recover, you continue pressing kisses along his thigh, inching closer to his neglected cock. He stiffens in his seat, but doesn't stop you, so you go further. You ghost your lips over the sensitive skin along his shaft, licking at the tip. His grip tightens over the mouse. You take him in your mouth, building a slow rhythm, not swallowing him too deep to avoid the noise, but enough to tease him. His breathing grows heavier and his big hand finds the back of your head again, his fingers weaving through your hair.

"Fuck. Stop stop." you hear him whisper quietly.

"All done?" you hear Joost say.

"Yep. Thank you so much." the customer replies. "Are you...alright?" he asks tentatively after a pause.

"Yes, I am totally fine. Tired probably. A long shift." he says with no waver in his voice, which makes the guy believe it, not wanting to ask any more questions.

The customer pays and you hear him leave.

"Shit." Joost exhales, his body relaxing. You are also glad he is finally gone. "You little devil." he looks down at you again. He brings you up from under the table and leans down to meet you halfway for a kiss. He groans still tasting himself on your mouth, he tilts your head to deepen the kiss, his cock twitching when you reach out to touch it. You break the kiss, "So sensitive." you whisper against his mouth.

"Get back to work." he leaves one last kiss on your lips and you take your place between his legs. There is a sense of urgency in the air, hoping no one else comes in.

You spit on his tip again, slow and deliberate, watching the saliva trail down before you gather it with your tongue and take him in your mouth once more. You deepen the rhythm, your mouth molding around him, your cheeks hollowing as you suck with more urgency, a wet, obscene symphony filling the space beneath the desk. The slick sounds grow louder, more obscene, as spit pools and dribbles from the corners of your mouth, coating his length in a messy sheen.

You take him to the base, your throat clenching around him, a loud moan leaving his lips, before you pull back, eyes fluttering your breath labored. You let another thick strand of spit fall, your fingers smoothing it down as you stroke him with both hands, your grip greedy, insatiable. Then go back in, your nails digging lightly into his thigh, steadying yourself, like you're getting lost in it. You feel yourself get wet, your clit pulsing steadily, listening to his moans, watching his face scrunch up in pleasure, his heavy hand on the back of your head.

"You like it, huh?" he asks, his chest heaving up and down. You hum around him, the vibrations sending an additional wave of pleasure for him. "So pretty on your knees for me." he brushes away a tear, which falls down your cheek.

He presses you down just a little more. "Can I do this?" he asks and you moan in approval, nodding. Your throat tightens as he pushes you deeper, the tip hitting the back of your throat, making you gag around him. He keeps you there for a moment, his eyes closing in pleasure, "Fuck.." he exhales and lets go off you.

You wrap your hand around his slick length. Your strokes are slow, loud, your fingers working him with a deliberate pace. Looking up at him from under the desk, you look utterly wrecked—lips swollen and slick, spit trailing down your chin, eyes glassy and dark with hunger. He thinks you look like a dream, he is already planning the date in the back of his head, he wants to wake up next to you, he even imagines growing old with you, which he never did before. You pant softly, your breath shaky, as both hands work him with slow, messy strokes, your fingers coated in the evidence of your own devotion.

His thighs tremble as you keep stroking, your grip firm, fingers gliding over his slick length with a slow, almost lazy confidence. His breath is uneven, hot, moans slipping past his lips, same as your own, as if you are lost in the act itself, dazed by the sensation of having him in your hands. Your palm twists just right as you drag it up and down. Your eyes stay locked on his, a smirk on your pretty face. You lick over his tip and wrap your lips around him, sucking, bobbing your head up and down.

His body tenses as your throat tightens around him, your free hand rolling his balls in your palm as you move up and down with an unrelenting pace. Your movements are fast, ruthless, each descent pushing him deeper into your throat. His moans turn breathier, more frantic. Your tongue presses against the underside, rubbing against that sensitive spot as your lips stretch around his girth. Tears prick the corners of your eyes, spit dripping from your chin, but you don't stop determined to take him to completion.

His head tips back, mouth falling open in a loud moan as his hips jerk forward involuntarily. Pleasure crashes over him like a tidal wave, blinding, unstoppable. His muscles go taut, as he cums deep inside you, and you moan around him, swallowing greedily as if you're desperate for every last drop. The thick warmth shoots down your throat, and you take it all effortlessly, your lips sealed tight, sucking him through every wave.

You take your mouth off of him, your own breathing heavy. You leave a few more kisses on his thigh, helping him come back to his senses.

"That was... incredible. You are incredible." he says, pulling you back onto his lap. He takes a tissue from his desk and wipes gently at your lips.

You lay your head on his shoulder, as he puts his pants back on and wraps his hands around you. "Can I take you home? My shift ends soon." he asks carefully, nervously.

You lift your head looking up at him. "Yes."

He did take you home and fucked you until you couldn't take his touch anymore, his attention fixated on your pleasure alone. And you kept coming back to his place, months later it becoming a part of you, as much as it is for him. Your lives gradually intertwining more and more, learning how to be the best for each other.

You hear your alarm clock go off, reaching out to turn it off. Joost groans beside you, he only recently came back home after his shift, but it is already time for you to start getting ready for work. You feel his arm wrap tighter around you, his chest pressed tight around your back, as if he could be any closer to you.

"I need to get up, Joost." you try to peal yourself off of him.

"Just 5 more minutes, please." he feels like he hasn't gotten enough of you yet. He always feels so cold without you in his bed. He can't even remember how his life was without you in it. Your warmth seems to have fix everything.

He nuzzles closer to you, burying his head into your neck. You turn in his embrace, kissing him slowly, he immediately reacts and returns the kiss.

"How soon do you have to leave at the latest?" he asks.

"We have like.. 10 minutes max." you say. You really can't be late again. It is always the same with him when it is a night shift for him – he comes back late, you have to leave early. He wants to cuddle for 5 more minutes, which turns into something more, but you don't complain, you can't get enough of him too.

Joost turns to see you, his whole body physically relaxing at the sight. In a blink of an eye he is standing next to you, ready to wrap his hands around you, feel the smell of your perfume. Before he gets to move closer, you turn around suddenly.

"We need to break up." your voice is stern.

"What?" he says with a chuckle, thinking he misheard you.

"I am breaking up with you, Joost. We can't keep going like this anymore." your face is without any emotion, he watches you say the harsh words so easily, like it's the most natural thing. But it doesn't make any sense to him.

"Why? What happened?" his heart sinks. Are you pulling a mean joke on him? "I don't understand." he tries to reach out to touch you, but you take a step back, his hand falling limp by his side.

"This is the problem. You never understand. How can you not see that you are pulling me down?" your words feel like a barb wire around his throat. "I deserve so much better." you say and tears start falling down his face, meanwhile you remain so stoic, that he starts to believe you are right.

He tries to speak, but nothing comes out, he watches you go, his legs not moving. He just stays in place, your figure disappearing in the distance.

"Wait!" Joost screams.

He sits up in his bed, face wet with tears. His hand immediately moving to your side of the bed searching for you, but it's empty. The panic sinks in, his brain still hazy.

He puts his face in his hands, finally coming back to his senses, realising it was all a dream. A nightmare even. He checks the time on his phone - 7:10. You left for work already, you are still his girlfriend, you didn't break up with him, he repeats to himself. But the words you said keep ringing in his head. You do deserve better.

He tries to go back to sleep, but it is of no use, self-doubting thoughts are too loud. He wants to hear your voice, needs reassurance, he thinks of calling you, but doesn't want to disturb you at work so early in the morning, so he settles for a quick text.

"Want to grab dinner after work together?"

he types and hits send, staring at the screen, waiting for you to see it and reply. After a few silent minutes, he puts down the phone. You must be busy. There is no point trying to go back to sleep, he decides the shower will help to get rid of the weird thoughts and forget the dream.

While drying off his wet hair with a towel, he checks his phone again to see two notifications:

"Sure! Would love to!"

"Someone is up early. Everything ok?"

Seeing your text brings a smile to his face. He swears you can read his thoughts, you always know when something is on his mind.

"Just a bad dream. I will come pick you up at 4."

All day he couldn't properly focus on any errands he had to run, all tasks left behind half-finished. He switches from one thing to another, in hopes of busying his brain enough, but the thoughts are too loud in his head. Is he doing enough in the relationship? Are you truly happy with him? Is he happy? Does he maintain work and life balance? Work definitely takes up more of his time.

His mind flashes back to seeing your face when he wakes up earlier than you, in those silent moments his heart is full with so much love for you, so many times you caught him laying by your side, brushing your hair softly with his fingers, a smile spreading on his face when you slowly wake up, or on the weekends when you both can lay in, spending sweet time in each others embrace, sinking into the mattress when his hips slot so perfectly between yours, rocking gently, hitting all the spots, that make you moan into his mouth. He thinks about how your fingers feel in his hair, when you've missed each other so much, you can't wait to tear each others clothes off, kissing hungrily, his fingers bound to leave marks how hard he is holding your hips, whispering into your ear, how good you feel around him, how much he loves you, pushing so deep into you, getting drunk on your sweet moans and whimpers.

He starts to feel hot at all the images in his head, he needs to change his trace of thought, before he gets fully hard, as he doesn't have the time to deal with it alone right now. Every corner of the apartment is filled with memories, his eyes catch on a broken off piece of a mug, you accidentally dropped on the floor during your last argument. It seems so stupid now, the spilled tears from the both of you so unnecessary. You talked it out after and found a compromise, hugging each other tight, promising and reassuring everything will be okay. He picks up the piece and throws it out.

He starts to feel claustrophobic surrounded by four walls and decides to go for a walk, fresh air always helps, it is getting close to 4pm anyways.

He walks around the park for a while, drawing while sitting on the bench, then gets an Uber to get to your work. He still arrives an hour early, waits for you to finish up, meanwhile busying himself on the phone.

The weather has dropped down very suddenly that week, the cold air biting your cheeks as you walk out of your office building. Joost is all bundled up in a hoodie, puffy jacket, beanie pulled down low on his forehead and headphones sticking out. He is barely recognisable, but you wouldn't mistake him for anyone else.

"Hii." you call out from a distance. You can't help but smile at him waiting for you, you've been looking forward to seeing him all day.

Your voice immediately draws his attention. A wide smile spreading across his face, as he looks in your direction. If he had a tail, it would be wiggling wildly.

He puts away the headphones and quickly closes the distance between you, wrapping his hands around you, trying not too throw himself at you, but it's so difficult after the day he had, he needs to feel you.

"Hi" he says finally letting go of you just enough to see your face.

"Hi." you say again. He is always excited to see you, like a little puppy jumping at your feet when you come home, but this is different. You almost get worried something happened and he can see it on your face.

"I missed you." he says looking into your eyes and leans in for a kiss, he knows it has to be quick, you are in public. But he can't help it, you answer the kiss just as desperate - you've missed him too, for an average day it felt too long that you haven't seen him. His lips feel as intoxicating as they always do, he squeezes you even tighter to him, wishes you were back home already without the layers of clothes separating you. You put your hands under his jacket seeking his warmth. He can feel your cold hands even through the hoodie underneath.

"Let's get something to eat, ja?" he asks, taking your hands in his, trying to warm them with his breath.

"Let's go. I know a good place nearby." you lead the way.

While eating you tell him about the new drama at work, he listens and tells his own remarks and thoughts about your coworkers and what he would have done. Gossiping with him is always so fun, he is the great rare combo of having a friend, who can give gossip and shopping advice, but also a boyfriend, who cares about you dearly and tends to your needs in bed. When you ask him about his day, you notice the lack of enthusiasm, he still tells you all about it, but there is no usual spark.

"What was your bad dream about?" you ask him suddenly. You can tell you hit the spot, this must be what has been bothering him.

He looks at you, knowing he can't get away with trying to brush it off. There is no reason to really, you are always there for each other. He shouldn't hide it.

"I know it's stupid and just a dream. But we broke up in my dream, and I have been feeling off all day. I'm sorry."

"It's not stupid, Joost." you reach for his hand to try to accentuate your words. "And don't be sorry, I would have felt the same way. Sometimes dreams feel so realistic, I also wake up disturbed." he gives you a weak smile. "I love you." you move closer to hold his cheek. "Is this also about a fight we had?"

"Probably." he replies. He hasn't been in a lot of relationships. He cares about you deeply, has never felt this way about anybody before, sometimes he catches himself thinking he wishes he could be glued to you to spend every breathing moment together and it scares him. If you ever loose feelings for him, he wouldn't know what to do with himself.

"I love you." you say again, seeing he is in his head again. "That's why we bicker, because we care about this" you motion in between you two. "About us. We want this to work and it will."

You can finally see his shoulders relax. He leans in to kiss you, which you gladly accept. "Love you."

In the taxi back home you are stuck in traffic. Before the driver regulated the temperature, the windows started to fog up a little at the sides. In the corner of your eye, you notice him doodling with his finger on the window. You lean closer to him, putting your head on his shoulder, he kisses at your hairline, putting his head on top of yours and continuing to draw. He writes I love you, and intertwines your fingers together on his lap.

Since that conversation with Joost, you've had an idea brewing in your head. It was obvious he needed to relax, a couples massage could work, but there was also something else that wouldn't leave your mind. It is silly and cliche really, but the thought of focusing all attention on him, making him feel good, reminding him you are his and you'd do anything for him, makes not only your heart flutter. Even if it means giving him a lapdance. He never expressed an interest in it directly, but you did notice you manage to pull the loudest most delicious moans from him when you are on top, so this could work.

Joost is in the other room working on his music, through the closed door you could hear him humming a melody and sending voice memos to Tantu from time to time. This gives you time to get ready: you put on a new set of lingerie, which doesn't leave much to imagination, already in anticipation of his face seeing it for the first time, and a short silk robe tied around your waist.

Now it's the waiting game. You decide not to call Joost over, you leave him to finish up and come into the living room on his own terms, so he doesn't have any lingering thoughts of unfinished work and can fully enjoy your surprise.

As you sit on the couch, mentally preparing the dance you will do, quietly laughing at your own imagination, you hear the door open and Joost's slow steps. You quickly throw your phone further down the couch, sitting up straighter trying to look sexy, giddy waiting for him.

Joost walks in, his eyes immediately meeting yours, a wide smirk spreading on his face.

He whistles noticing what you are wearing. "That's a nice outfit." he says coming to see you closer. You try to keep a straight face and not laugh.

He is about to flop down on the couch next to you and wrap his arms around you, but you stop him.

"I've got a surprise for you." you stand up and smile up at him tracing your finger down his chest. He is wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants. He reaches for your waist to pull you closer, but you take his hand instead to lead him towards the chair. You gently push him to sit, which he obediently does and laughs confused.

"Ok, so you sit and relax, ok?" you reach for your phone to turn on the music you picked. As you turn around towards him, you catch him looking at your every move. You want to spoil him rotten, your heart is filled with so much love and it's all for him. He feels the same way, he wants you to have everything and more. He buys you everything you mention even in the passing, which you chastise him for, but he can't help it. He remembers the perfume you liked, knows exactly what pastry to bring you to cheer you up. There is never a moment when there isn't a fresh bouquet of flowers in your house, which he brings for you. He doesn't need a reason for it, you are the reason. He showers you in "I love you"s, he is your biggest hypeman, even your smallest achievements are applauded by his loudest cheers.

You take a step towards him, smiling sweetly at him, making sure to sway your hips to the music.

"Is it my birthday today? Did I loose track of time?" he asks laughing, but you see the way his eyes eat your act up.

"I just want you to have a good time." you walk towards him, he spreads his legs apart to make room for you. As you come to stand in between his legs, he sits up to be closer to you, but you push him back with one finger on his chest. "You work so hard" your voice is low. You start walking around him, tracing your finger from his chest to his shoulder, around his back. He turns his head following you. You start massaging his shoulders, feeling the tension.

"We can pretend it's your birthday, would you like that?" you lean in closer to whisper it in his ear, still working your hands into the tense muscle.

"No, this is good." he replies and you can already tell your plan is working. You kiss him on the cheek and continue walking, placing your hand on the back of his neck. You walk around the chair, his eyes never leaving you for one second. You are now a few steps away from him dancing in tune with the slow music, you move your hands down your body, lifting the hem of the silk robe up just enough to give him a sneak peek at what's underneath.

He sucks in a breath, seeing just a lacy string on your hip, but it already has him worked up at what's to come. "Fuck" he whispers.

You walk slowly towards him, you can't contain a smile when you notice his blown out pupils and the way his chest moves up and down. He has never been a patient man, and you love to test him.

"You look so hot." he says looking up at you, when you come to stand in between his legs again. You sit on top of his legs, facing him. "Yeah, you like it?" you put your arms around his neck, moving closer to him, your legs on each side of his. He puts his arms on your hips, feeling the warmth through the silky material, finally getting to touch you, he lets out a sigh.

Before he can reply, you start placing slow kisses on his cheek, his forehead, his nose. "I missed you" you say in between kisses.

"I missed you too." he says, his voice breathy.

"Tell me about your day." you say when you nudge his jaw with your nose, he rolls his head to the back of chair, giving you more access to his neck. You start placing kisses and little bites, his hands grip your hips harder, moving to your thighs.

"I- um" he finds it hard to focus, when your mouth feels so good and warm on his skin, but this is exactly your plan. "We finished the beat," he continues, while you place a kiss on his pulse point, moving closer to his ear. "for the new song."

"So proud of you. Can't wait to hear it." you say into his ear. A satisfied moan escapes his lips and he squeezes your thighs, feeling the soft plush skin. Little words of praise always work on him. "What else?" you ask as you move to leave open mouth kisses along his throat.

"I am working on the lyrics for-" you giggle against his skin when he can't finish a sentence properly.

"You are evil." he sits up straighter to look into your eyes, wrapping his hand around your lower back to push you closer to him. Teasing him is your favorite game and he lets you do it, knowing the reward is sweeter. You start to circle your hips trying to feel more of him, a smirk spreads on your face when you feel the outline of his already half hard dick through the sweatpants, your clit rubbing on his tip making both of you suck in a breath, but before you can get too far ahead of yourself, you unwrap his hands around you and take a step back.

"Heyy." his voice whiny when you leave him. Your legs are a little wobbly as you stand up, teasing him got you worked up too quickly. But how couldn't it, when he looks so good, all pliant for you, waiting for your every move.

You turn back around to face him, continuing moving to the song, slowly walking your way up to him again. He seems to have gotten back to his senses in the short break you gave him, you can tell by the smile that adorns his face, one dimple you love so much showing, he looks more confident now that he knows what's coming. His legs are still spread, his hard on so obvious against his sweatpants. Hands on the arm rests of the chair, but you know he wants nothing more but to touch you, and you are happy but to give him that.

"You look so great, schat." he watches you sway your hips to the song, your eyes closes, enjoying yourself, letting him ogle, as you move closer and closer to him, letting the anticipation build. "Could have told me earlier you were planning this, I would have wrapped it up with Tantu quicker."

"I didn't want to interrupt your creative process. Who knows what you are up to with your producer." you say giggling. "You already have matching t-shirts, who knows what's next." you come to stand between his legs.

"Oh we get up to all sorts of things. Aligning our beats together, cranking up the tempo, on repeat all night." You roll your eyes and laugh. "Can't create an album without a little bit of love making, don't be jealous." he says looking up at you, smiling proud of his joke.

"You two are my favorite weirdos." you put your hands in his hair and push it back, running your fingers through the strands. He moans in delight, always begging you to scratch his head laying his head on your stomach after a long day.

"Give me your hand." you tell him, which he happily does. You put the tie of the robe in his hand and he gently pulls on it looking into your eyes, untying your silk robe, watching it reveal your body fully to him.

"You are perfect."

You slowly turn, swaying your hips along to the song as you pull off the robe completely, letting it drop to the floor. You place your hands on either side of the armrest, as you lower your ass over his crotch, your back to his chest, hovering and moving side to side, teasing before you finally press down, letting your ass roll over his crotch and thighs.

"Oh fuck, baby. Just like that" he is holding your hips, letting you move on your own, he just wants to feel you.

You circle your hips, feeling him swell underneath you. You can’t resist the grin, happy at how quickly you can make him hard.

He presses himself closer to you. "Can I touch you more?" whispering into your ear.

"Please." he is not the only one getting aroused. This is supposed to be about him, but you know he enjoys your pleasure as much as you do.

He slowly moves his hands from your hips, up your torso to your chest, cupping your tits through the lacy bra, feeling your nipples harden under his warm palms. You moan at his touch and can feel him smile against your cheek, he is also breathing fast and hard while you continue to move your hips on his crotch. Your arch your back and moan, once he starts pinching and pulling on your nipples, you feel yourself getting wetter each passing second.

"So good for me." he whispers into your ear. You are enjoying yourself, but want to take the control back so instead of grinding this time, you bounce in time with the beat, arching your back to feel his entire length. He leans back on the chair, covering his mouth with one hand. You lean into him, reaching your hand behind his neck, you want to feel all of him, needing him like air.

"Don't." you move his hand, which was covering his mouth. "Let me hear you." his put down his hand and opens his eyes, meeting yours. He leans for a kiss, moaning into your mouth and you eat it all up. Knowing you can make him fall apart so easily, makes you even more aroused and determined.

After a particular move of your hips, you notice him whine louder than usual. So you repeat it again and again, getting off on his sounds alone, your own breathing hitching feeling his dick twitch beneath you. His chest hot like coal beneath you, he can't seem to decide where to put his hands, wants to feel all of you at the same time, he moves from your holding your hips to squeezing your chest, enjoying the feel of it under his hands.

"Baby." he tips his head back. "I'm gonna cum if you continue this." he says matter of factly. He is so lost in you, in this closeness, he is fine cuming in his pants at this point. The stimulation and the sight of you enough to tip him over the point.

"Open your mouth for me." you hear him say and follow his instruction blindly. He puts his finger in your mouth, you swirl your tongue around it. He then starts tracing it down your chest, your stomach and in between your legs.

"Is this okay?" he asks before pulling your panties to the side, still trying to make sure to care for your needs first. You realise what he is doing, you want this to be about him, so you quickly gather yourself up, slipping out of his hands, turning to face him. "You are the best." you give him a kiss on the lips. "I love you." another kiss. "So much" a kiss on his neck.

"I love you too." he manages to say. "Let me take care of you." a kiss on chest, as you move to sit on the floor in between his legs.

You sit up higher to place a kiss on his stomach over the t-shirt. Then move it up to place a kiss directly on his skin, revealing his tattoo to you, placing more kisses there looking up at him. His eyes are filled with so much love and lust for you, he can't believe how lucky he is to have you in his life. You move lower and lower.

"Can I take these off?" you ask holding the waistband of his sweatpants.

"Yes." he says nodding. He lifts his hips helping you take it off, letting it fall around his ankles. You place a kiss on the tip of his still clothed dick, feeling the wet spot there.

"Oh fuck." he sighs and you wish you could record all of his sounds and moans to keep it on repeat.

"Can I take these off too, gorgeous?" he nods and you take off his underwear, getting to see his pretty dick. The tip leaking and red. Your mouth is salivating at the sight, you take the base in your hand and stroke it halfway, watching the dollop of precum leak out of his tip.

"I am not gonna last at all." he doesn't want to close his eyes, wants to commit every second of this to his memory, but he is also so close already, he is afraid he will cum as soon as your lips wrap around him and he doesn't want this to end so fast.

You tuck your hair behind your ears and start placing kisses along his shaft, knowing he is close, you decide not to tease him any longer and take him in your mouth, focusing on the tip at first. He lets out a loud moan, borderline a whine, as his hands grip arm rests of the chair. You continue working your way down his length, moving your hands at the base what you can't reach yet. He puts one of his hands in your hair, not pushing, just needing to feel you, to ground himself at least somehow. You come up for air, letting the spit mix with his pre-cum, it's messy, but it's just way he likes it.

You relax your throat and take more of him, your nose pressing on his lower stomach. The pressure feels so good around his tip, he can't help but buck his hips, making you gag, he apologises immediately, but feels you moan around him. You continue bobbing your head, keeping your lips around him, licking on the underside, tasting him. After a few pumps you deepthroat him again, you try to keep him there for as long as you can, feeling him tighten his hold on your hair and moan loudly. The muscles of his stomach twitching. He is so loud, you hope the neighbours won't complain, but you can't care about it now, it is all worth it. You move your hand down to touch his balls.

"I'm close" he manages to say as a warning in case you don't want him to finish in your mouth, but you just hum in agreement around him creating vibrations around him, and continuing to massage his balls. You look up at him, your eyes watering, you look so good with his dick in your mouth, almost naked and he can't control it any longer. You feel him throb and he releases in your mouth with a loud groan. You swallow, letting him ride out his climax before you pull away. You wipe your chin from all the spit and his release you weren’t able to swallow. His chest is raising up and down as he tries to come back to earth. You put your head on his thigh, trying to regulate your own breathing. You are still so wet, you can feel your clit throbbing.

"Come here." he says and you pull yourself up using his thighs for support and straddle him again.

"That was so hot." he kisses you, tasting himself on your tongue. He rests his forehead against yours, breathing the same air, enjoying being so close. You feel him wrap his hands around your thighs and he pushes off the chair standing up suddenly with you in his arms. You squeal in surprise, holding onto his neck.

"What are you doing?"

"Returning the favor. Did you think I would leave you unsatisfied?" he says and lets you both fall on the couch, managing the fall with his hands.

"Oh my god." you breathe out. "That's a lot of energy after just getting your dick sucked."

"That's what you do to me." you feel his weight on top of you so comforting. He brushes your messed up hair away from your face and kisses you deeply, you moan into his mouth, somehow you missed his lips even though it hasn't been that long. You always long for him, always need more, even being as close as right now isn't enough. You wrap your hands around his shoulders, letting him press into you more. When you have to separate for air, he sits up on his knees to take off his shirt, he feels so hot.

"You look great, did I tell you that already?"

"A few times, yeah." you giggle looking at him, as he lets his eyes eat you whole, appreciate the lingerie you put on for him.

"I mean it every time."

You spread your legs, making room for him, as he leans back down to you. He starts placing kisses along your jaw, while his hands wrap your legs around his hips. "Now you tell me about your day." he continues kissing your face, his moustache tickling you.

"I got assigned into a new project at work." you try to keep your tone controlled, but it's difficult with his ministrations. "I'm pretty excited about it-" he starts kissing along your cheek closer to your ear.

"That's good. I'm happy for you." he says into your ear. You try to squirm away, when his breath tickles you, giggling, but he is holding you close to him. "Tell me more." he urges you to continue.

"I bought that new-" you gasp when he moves to leave kisses on your neck. You realise he is mimicking what you were doing to him. "What happened? Continue." he says into your neck, leaving a trace of bites and soothing with his tongue. "I bought the new lotion I was telling you about. Ah" you moan when he kisses your sweet spot and moves his hands along your sides, feeling more of you. "Oh yeah? The one that smells of caramel you told me about?"

"Yes. That one." you manage to reply.

He moves lower, kissing along your shoulders and collarbone, taking off the straps of your bra, letting it fall down your arms. "You know I love caramel."

"Mhm" you hum approvingly.

He puts his head on your chest, kissing along the exposed skin, but he wants more, looking up at you. "Can I take it off?" you nod and he slips his hands behind your back to unclasp the bra. He kisses the newly exposed skin, circling his tongue around your nipple, making you let a loud moan. It makes him smirk with your nipple still in his mouth, he sucks harder on it, getting lost in the feeling of it and your moans, while his hand teases your other nipple.

You are writhing moaning mess underneath him. He loves having you like this, so desperate for more, desperate for him and him only.

"You are so pretty." he says, while switching to the other nipple, putting it in his mouth. You move your hands to run through his hard, scratching at his scalp, making him moan too.

"Please, Joost. More" your brain is already switching off feeling so pent up. He couldn't ever deny you, you treated him so well, he came so hard, the image of you on your knees for him still engraved in his brain.

He moves lower, kissing along your stomach, feeling the soft skin, looking up you for consent when he wants to take off your underwear. You say yes and he takes it off, throwing it somewhere on the floor.

He wastes no time licking at your folds insistently, his tongue so deep in you. "You are so wet. Dancing for me got you worked up too?" he doesn't let you reply when he licks so generously into you.

"Right there, Joost, yes." your moans encouraging him. He sucks on your clit and licks at you listening for your sounds, what makes you moan louder and repeating exactly those actions. He separates for a second, letting his finger run through your folds, collecting your slick and moving it to your hole, slipping in. Your back arches, he moves his hand to hold your hips, while the other finds your nipple, tugging on it as he dives back to suck on your clit. He feels it twitch under his lips in no time. You almost scream, orgasm washing over your body, moaning loud, as you hold his head in place to ride out the orgasm. He continues licking at you, watching your face and pumping his fingers, only lowering the speed when you push at him of overstimulation.

He moves up, his face lying on your chest again, looking up at you, but you feel his fingers still in you, clamping down on his digits. He lets you calm down, but when you open your eyes, smiling at him, he starts pumping his fingers in and out of you again.

"Fuck, Joost." you moan throwing your head back into the pillow.

"Give me one more, baby." he moves closer to you, petting your head with the other hand, making you look at him. Your mouth is opened in a continued moan, your breathing laboured. His own face matches yours, he is enjoying your pleasure as much. He is fucking you with his fingers like he would with his dick, feeling you squeeze around his fingers making him moan as much.

"Should I dance for you too? Would you like that?" he asks, his fingers moving at a faster pace, curling up.

"Do I put on the silk robe?" he says in between kisses along your jaw. "Turn on some slow sexy music?" he feels you clamp down on his fingers at those words.

"Oh you would like that." he smirks, as you let out another moan of his name.

"Fuck, that would be so hot, Joost. I am not even kidding"

You feel him get hard again humping against your leg. "I need you inside, please." you say pushing at his hand between your legs, "I want you to feel good too."

He takes out his fingers, licking them clean, moaning and putting them in your mouth too, your tongue swirling between the digits. His dick twitches at the sight, he sits up, pumping his dick a few times. You wrap your legs around him, encouraging him to hurry up.

"Please, Joost." you whine. "I need you."

He leans in, moving his length through your folds, and finally when his head catches on your hole, he slips in. You are so open and wet for him, sucking him right in, it feels so good, he almost cums on the spot, he has to close his eyes and focus. After a moment of collecting himself, he bottoms out, feeling you stretch around him, he leans closer to you to place a kiss on your lips. He starts picking up the pace, both of you still sensitive from your previous orgasms, you know this won't last long.

The sounds in the room are downright sinful, the wet sounds bouncing off the walls. Both of you clinging onto each other.

"I am so lucky to have you. I love you. Thank you so much" he starts running his mouth against your ear, he is holding himself on his elbows on each side of you, one of his arms sneaks between you to touch your clit, your face twisting in pleasure. Your arms are wrapped around his shoulders, wanting to feel him closer.

"I love you too. I'd do anything for you." he says through gritted teeth, you can tell he is close, know you are. After a particular sharp thrust, your back arches, with a loud moan you gush around him. With the added wetness he can move with almost no friction and it triggers his own orgasm. You watch his face contorted in pleasure, before he hides it in your neck groaning and whining. He comes so deep inside of you, continuing to rut inside you, your mixed releases spilling out.

You are not ready to separate from each other yet, you scratch his back lightly, helping him calm down. He kisses your shoulder. He pulls out of you carefully, seeing his cum spill out of you, mesmerised every time. He sits up and puts his underwear back on. You watch him stand up, while you still feel like jelly. He goes to bring a warm washcloth to clean you up, washing so carefully between your legs.

After both of you are decent, he finds the robe you wearing on the floor. He starts putting it on, the sleeves too short on his arms, barely fitting him, it covers halfway up his ass. You start laughing uncontrollably at how he looks.

"Dude, you look so funny." you sit up and reach for your phone to take a photo of him, still laughing.

"Funny? I was supposed to look sexy" he strikes a pose putting his hand on his hip, pouting his lips. Another one holding a peace sign with his fingers. For another photo he pretends to be shocked, covering up his chest, but the robe barely closes around him. You are doubled over laughing at him.

He reaches for his sweatpants on the floor, taking out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket, going up to the window to smoke, still wearing your robe.

He opens the window and takes a long drag, as your laughter can still be heard. He is so happy in this moment, truly the luckiest man on earth.

The show Joost was performing at had scheduling issues, so he had to end his set sooner than usual, not getting to play the last song like he always did. It left him feeling frustrated, even the after party didn't satisfy him. Everything felt off.

He said his goodbyes to everyone and left to the only place he knew would make him feel better - in the arms of his beautiful girlfriend.

As soon as you opened the door, he was on you. He put down his bags down haphazardly, grabbed your face, smashing his lips on yours. You could taste the alcohol he must have had before, but you missed him so much, you don't even care, you melt into his soft lips, taking off his jacket not breaking the kiss.

"Hi" you get to say when he presses you into the wall and moves down to place wet kisses all over your neck. You jump a little, when his cold hands touch the skin on your waist, where your top has ridden up.

"Hi baby" he says in between kisses.

"How was the show?" you move your hands into his hair, tangling your fingers into his blonde strands.

"Can't think about it right now." he presses further into you, you can feel irritation in his voice. "Missed you so much." he leans his forehead to yours.

His hands slide further up your waist, the cold feeling leaving goosebumps on their path along your skin. You were already in bed waiting for him to come back, you didn't expect him so early though, when you heard the doorbell ring. He usually comes all excited after the show, his energy bouncing off the walls still, but this feels different.

He moves your hair off your shoulder, tucking it behind your ear, appreciating how beautiful you look right now. So warm and soft under his hands, your cute pyjamas on, barely covering anything, his gaze lowering from your face, your nipples already hard, it makes him twitch in his pants.

He leans in closer, you can feel his breath right next to your ear. "Wanna fuck?" his hands move from your waist to your ass, grabbing a handfull. "Are you in the mood?" he looks into your eyes, trying to read your expression, if he hasn't gone too far too fast.

"Yes." you reply truthfully to both of his questions.

He smiles, but it is more like a hunter smiling down at his prey. He grabs you by your thighs, lifting you up as he tangles you in another heated kiss, and starts to carry you to the bedroom. He already knows your apartment like the back of his hand, could navigate it blindfolded.

He lets both of you fall on the bed with a thud, your back hitting the mattress, he catches himself on his forearms, on both sides of you. You catch your breath, but only for a second before he dives back in, your lips already red and swollen, just like his, but he can't get enough. He also can't get rid of that feeling of frustration still.

"I am going to eat your pretty pussy now. Get you all wet and ready for me." he says in between kisses. His voice alone makes you moan and arch your back. "But you don't come until I say so, yes? I want to cum with you."

You nod quickly looking at him.

"I need words, schat. Use your words" his voice is sturn.

"Yes. I won't cum until you let me." you agree to his idea. You can't lie it makes you excited and you feel yourself get wet already.

"Good girl." he kisses your lips softly. "Take this off for me." he motions to your top and shorts.

He gets up to get undressed, undoing the belt, taking off his jeans, his hands can't move fast enough to get back to you, he watches you kick off your underwear to somewhere on the floor, leaving you naked on the bed, you lay on the pillows, waiting for him.

"Fuck." he mumbles, while hurrying to unbutton his shirt.

He is finally only in his boxers, as he crawls back in bed, moving your legs apart. He shamelessly admires you, his eyes moving up and down your body. There is a mix of lust and adoration in his eyes. He settles in between your thighs, the place that became so familiar to him.

"Ready?" he asks.

"More than ready." you reply and he chuckles.

You are so wet for him already, he moves his finger through your folds, teasing your clit. Delicious moans leaving your mouth going straight to his dick. His tongue lapping at your clit and sliding through your folds. He hums and sucks on your clit, his nose buried in your pussy, his big hands kneading and squeezing your ass, pulling you closer to his face.

Your fingers tighten in his hair, guiding his head as he buries his face between your thighs.

"Joost, it feels so good" your voice is breathy, your hips lifting to meet his mouth.

He sucks hard on your clit, creating a loud slurping sound that fills the room. His hands tighten on your ass, holding you in place as he eats you out relentlessly. The muscles in your stomach tightened the longer and harder he sucked on you, your head grew fuzzy as the knot in your stomach grew tighter, incoherent babbling falling from your lips with each moment.

"Joost I can't-" your back is arching off the bed, you feel close already.

"No. Don't." his hands tighten on your thighs, spreading you wider. "Just hold on for me a little longer. Be good for me." as he buries his face between your legs, making you whine.

His tongue thrusts deep, his nose rubbing against you. He moans against you, the vibrations pushing you closer to the edge. His hands tighten on your thighs, fingers digging into your soft skin.

"I am so close. Please, Joost." there are tears forming in your eyes. "I need you inside of me."

He lifts his head, watching your glistening pussy flutter around nothing. He is also so hard against his boxers. The interrupted orgasm you were chasing blurs your mind, all you can think about is him.

"I love you." he starts kissing all over your face. "I'm gonna make you feel so good." he says while taking off his boxers.

"Do you want to do this?" he asks for your consent before moving forward.

You nod, "Yes, Joost. Please" you whine lifting your hips to meet his.

The head of his cock sits heavy against your entrance and you feel yourself desperately clenching around nothing, so desperate for release. You can tell something was bothering him before, and you are more than happy to help him get his mind off of it. You know he will tell you all about later. He's pulling you from your train of thought and your body is buzzing in anticipation. The slap of the tip of him against your clit causes your body to jerk which prompts Joost to use his free hand to grip your hip, holding you in place.

He enters you, both of you moaning at the same time into each other's mouths. He moves slowly, allowing you to get used to his length.

Stretched out around him, filled to the max, you look so beautiful like that. Joost fucks through all the wetness you give him, hips building a steady rhythm easily. His mind flashes back to the show, apologising to his audience for someone else's mistake with the scheduling, having to end abruptly. Frustration feels his body again.

You allow yourself to be fucked by Joost, hands gripping the edge of the bed as you desperately clutch anything within reach to keep yourself grounded. He’s fucking you for his own pleasure in a way. He needs to get off, to leave the thoughts of the show behind.

He is hitting so deep into you, rolling his hips just right to bring you as much pleasure. His face is hidden into the crook of your neck, breathing heavily, praising you, telling you how good you feel around him, how perfect you are for him. You feel the familiar feeling spreading on your lower stomach.

"Are you close?" you ask through whimpers, which keep leaving your mouth. "I'm so close. Can I cum please?"

"I am also close. Wait for me. I am almost there" it is getting so hard to hold back your release, there are tears streaming down your face. But it all feels so good, all of your senses are elevated, he seems to be everywhere all at once.

Joost's hips piston into you at a punishing pace, his grip on your hips would leave a mark as he holds your body in place from his thrusts. You struggled to keep your eyes open wanting to watch him come. Joost's loud grunts drowned out your quieter moans, both noises combining as you watched in awe as he chased his orgasm, desire rising within you just watching him use you in the way you used him so many times before.

"Cum. Cum for me" he says, his voice strained. Climax rushing through your body at his words. Your ears start ringing, you have never come so hard before, the wait and denial being worth it.

As you come to your senses, still twitching at the aftermath of your release, you watch in anticipation as Joosts face scrunched up in concentration, his thrusts becoming sloppier by the minute. You want to reach out to touch him but felt too blissed out, instead enjoying the show before you. Joost gives you two more harsh thrusts before quickly pulling out of you causing you to hiss at the suddenness and watch hungrily as his hand pumps himself one final time before he spills all over your stomach and cunt, the sight of him riding out his orgasm burned into your brain.

Joost collapses atop you not caring that his cum was getting all over him. His forehead rests against your upper chest, his panting breaths cooling your heated skin. The two of you lay there in silence for a while, your hand coming up to run through his hair as exhaustion settles into you.

"You okay?" he lifts his head up to look at you.

"Yes." you are still running your fingers through his hair. "Are you?"

"So much better now." he kisses your lips. "Thank you. Let me get you cleaned up."