Imagine sitting with your partner alone one night after a long day, both relaxing together. Their arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you into their side, watching some show. This close to them, their scent is all that was wrapped around you, a home in the best way.

A little wiggle, and you manage to see their eyes closed, breathing deeper, clearly half asleep, but not fully. It was the best timing for you to lean up and press a kiss to their cheek, then the corner of their lips, then their lips. They clearly woke up more as the kiss went on, pulling you onto their lap, settling you onto their lap, legs spread wide over theirs. Lazy, relaxed kissing and grinding ensues, hands moving over the other's body, pinching, rubbing, pressing, at tried and true spots.

Somehow, in the midst of all this, it had transformed from lazy to needy, as if they were the only thing you needed to keep your heart beating. You both reached for the zips of flies clumisly, too excited by the prospect to actually be careful enough to execute it smoothly.

And then they slipped into you, pressing your lips together to share the moan that fell. Moving in tandem, you both knew each other so well it was easy to keep in sync with them, as long as you'd both been together. Only half clothed, their pants around their knees, both of you were just full of need for each other.

MDNI

Your f/o wiping your tears while their cock is down your throat