can't we just all have some fun?

even after all this time, and even when her hair was disheveled and face was filled with regret, kian still saw lily as beautiful as ever. it brought a subconscious smile to his face as he watched her. “of course.” the smile on his face only continued to grow when lily thanked him, officially staying present when he became all too aware of her fingers on his. such a fleeting act shouldn’t have made his heart hammer, and yet he swore he looked like one of those cartoon animals that was a mallet to the head away from seeing lovebirds dance around his head. “yeah, i know,” kian said as he quietly laughed, “we need to get some fluids and greasy food in you and you’ll be fine.” his one shoulder gave a small shrug as he continued to look at her. within the next second, like it was second nature (and a silent ask of permission for him to stay), kian threaded their brushing fingers with one another and held onto lily’s hand. “you know you can call me whenever, i’ll always be there. you’ve got nothing to be sorry about.” silence grew between them and kian, still a bit unsure of himself, took the next beat to purse his lips together before saying, “i should probably get going so you can rest up some more,” even though a big part of him wanted lily to tell him to stay.

Hearing Layla’s confession that she’d thought of him, to some degree, like this, made him physically and emotionally react. Bastían kissed her back in kind, soft as her own kisses at first and then the need to taste her was too desperate and his mouth went rough as his hands pawed at her curves. He didn’t want to rush this, but a groan came from the back of his throat when her fingers trailed over the waistband of his boxers and her lips moved to his neck. Was it time for confessions, he thought but chose to keep his mouth temporarily closed. Bazza’s right hand brushed over her leg and between them, lifting their bodies off the bed just enough to pull his boxers lower and release himself from the tightening confines of the thin cotton fabric.

Letting Layla decide when she was ready to climb onto him, he took his time savoring the sensation of her slick heat brushing against his length. Bastían’s hands moved up her small frame, taking her breasts in either hand, gentle caresses before his lips wrapped around her nipples. As his tongue tasted her skin, his hips rolled into Layla as she reacted to the slightest touch. When his mouth moved up her décolletage and his tongue drew a line up her neck until his teeth could gently nip at her chin, he’d been without words, in awe of her beauty- even in the darkness of the room. He’d found them now, “Is that all you want from me, just one night?” There was a tinge of sadness to the whispered words. Delicately, Bazza pushed her hair from her shoulder, leaving a soft kiss in its place  as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her chest to his. “I’ll never fall asleep if that’s the case.” There was a playfulness in his tone, but the statement was obvious, he thought. He wasn’t going into this with the mentality of a one night stand, he was giving her a new part of his hard, a corner of it they hadn’t yet explored, but she’d always had a home in it.

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The sounds of their heavy breaths and the hushed sighs dragged, very evidently exposing their complicit acts as their bodies' weight shifted on the mattress beneath them and sheets crinkled. Her own body betrayed her as his erection pressed between her legs, her swollen folds dripping with anticipation of the unspoken act to come, all while her fingers danced across his warm skin. One stolen kiss and need for comfort had escalated to her hips intentionally pushing forward into his, soft-pitched moans leaving from her plush lips as her dark hues locked on his movements which left her speechless but wanting more. Their interaction was far more delicate and deliberately slow-paced than her time with any other man, and she savored every kiss, touch, and accidental brush of their unclothed figures molding together.

Just what Jacob had been hoping for. Truthfully, who would ever want to turn down a cop? It would be so easy to just handcuff her and fuck her even if she said she wasn’t up for that kind of repayment. She did owe him after all. Looking over at her, grin on his lips, he reached out a hand, placing it right on her thigh, fingers caressing the spot. “Well, I did save you, and it would only be nice to thank an officer for his help. Especially when he does have some sort of issue.” The growing arousal in his pants surely could have been counted as an issue, a good one though. “What do you think … could you put that little mouth of your to useful action?” It would be a nice start for sure, her sucking him off. It would only prepare both of them for when he’d finally stop the car, deciding he just had to fuck her properly.

“sorry to disappoint but, no, this is real.” even if the confusion only lasted on lily for a couple of seconds, it was still worth it for kian. he was still amused. he laughed quietly at the sight of her burying her face into a pillow and he began to sat up, putting his shirt back on in the process. “no, we didn’t,” kian finally admitted, hoping that would release a matter of tension and guilt coming from lily, “you were beyond wasted. you could barely tell me where you were.” getting up and leaving before things became… well, weird… sounded like the next best course of action but the familiarity of being in the other’s presence kept kian lingering. it wasn’t as foreign as it should have felt. “you asked me to stay the night and when you busted out the puppy dog pout, i couldn’t say no.” kian’s trying to be as lighthearted about it as possible. obviously, even though it had been months since they had last seen one another, he didn’t hesitate in picking her up when she had called. they were still friends before they were lovers… now ex lovers. kian shifted so that he was laying on his side, facing lily, with one arm propping up his body weight. he gave her a small kick from over the covers. “how’s that head feeling?”

“Yeah?” The tone of concern in his voice was evident in his deep quiet voice, softened with the tiredness of the day and the comfort of Layla’s closeness. She’d always been like this, attached to him at the hip, but Bastían had loved the attention. “You wanna tell me about it or…” He trailed off, pulling her closer, despite his body physically alert by her frame brushing against his. “You’re safe, Layla. You’re safe here, I’ve got you.” His lips pressed gently to the top of her head and his thumb brushed her cheekbone and in that moment he wondered what she thought of him, was he just like a big brother protecting her, or was this something else?