A Silent Requiem

⟢ He watches you like you’re seconds from dying the entire time, it’s incredibly invasive how deeply he stares while you’re curled up into yourself because it hurts and feels so gross.

He wants to get into bed with you and hold you but he also doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or pressure you, so he just waits patiently… Impatiently to be asked.

Only to almost crush you when he climbs into your arms and holds you carefully... But so desperately the second you open your mouth because he’s been waiting for the last hour.

⟢ He doesn't feel the embarrassment of asking for help from his friends, to him why would be be shameful about needing to make sure you're okay?? That's insanity.

He can very easily push away his pride to do things that will help you, whether it's asking Jolyne, Ermes or someone he doesn't even know.

He won't just go up to people in the street, but he will look things up if he can... Okay maybe he's not above asking random people for help.

⟢ He wants you to explain EVERYTHING, but he won’t ask when you’re clearly in pain. But If the cramps ease he’s immediately asking questions about what it feels like, what he can do to help, anything and everything you might want that he can do.

There’s no TMI with this man, you can tell him the ins and outs of every disgusting part and he’s sat nodding like he’s mentally taking notes for how to help. Because he is.

⟢ The one thing that he finds truly horrifying, not because it grosses him out. No... It's because he cannot imagine it without cringing at the thought of it happening to him.

The asshole cramps.

The second you bring it up he looks freaked out and pale, especially if you explain what it feels like. Because he just thought it was a little pain for a week and then gone.

And he finds out in genuine horror it’s so much more than that. Good luck to him when you explain what the clots feel like.

⟢ The mood swings don’t bother him in the slightest. You're angry? Hell you SHOULD be, your body is tearing itself apart.

He’s content to sit and let you rant or snap at him because he knows it’s not about something he’s done really, you’re exhausted, you’re in pain. And he would never want to make that worse.

If you’re upset he’s by your side the second you break, holding you close with soft reassurance that he’s not going to leave you alone until you want him to.

He won’t tell you it’s okay, or that it will be. You’re hurting and he is far from cruel to the people he cares for. He’ll make sure you know you’re loved.

⟢ It does not matter if it’s 1pm or 3am, he will go to the store for anything you need.

Pads or tampons? Already out the door, he knows your brand and flow before you tell him because he pays attention to the ones you buy.

A new plush you thought looked cute and you’re sad you didn’t buy? Give him 10 minutes, he will RUN if he has to.

Food? Drinks? Baby give him a list, if he needs to go to another store because they don't have it, he will. Doesn’t matter if you want him to or not, there’s no hesitation in his mind for even a second.

⟢ Cravings. Oh boy.

Not only is he happy to go and buy them. But if you’re making weird concoctions? He’s trying them too.

It’ll make him very confused on how some of them taste so good when they shouldn’t ever go together.

You will find him months later eating something heinous and offering you some like it’s the most normal thing in the world. He’s eaten worse in prison, so nothing you want can scare him off...

He keeps your usual cravings stocked when he knows your period is coming, just in case.

⟢ He does so much research about periods as a whole to deconstruct them and understand them more, he will drop terminology randomly when he’s talking about something and it’s both incredibly hot and also confusing.

When you’re feeling more ragged and emotional he will keep you close and just mention off hand about that you’re almost out of the follicular phase and you’ll feel better soon.

It’s not intended to be mansplainy, he does genuinely want to help and try to make you feel better about it the entire way through your cycle.

Unfortunately it also means he knows exactly when you’re ovulating before you ever say a word. He just starts grinning when you confirm it and get needier.

⟢ He always restocks before you can, you'll often go shopping together but if you’re busy and he goes out by himself he just grabs things he knows you're low on to make sure you don’t need to worry during your period.

He isn’t ashamed in the slightest, hell he actually starts carrying tampons around not only for you but for other women too. It won’t be super uncommon that if someone asks you for a tampon that he’ll silently hand them a couple before continuing talking to you and ignoring their existence.

He sees how deeply it affects you, he might be indifferent to others most of the time but he doesn’t ever want to think that it could be you in that situation, so he helps.

⟢ He will NEVER use his stand to try to help with your pain, he knows how intricate the human body is and to try to ease your discomfort would more than likely cause you harm.

He will however leave his stand with you when he's not in the room with you just so you aren't alone. It might not be warm or really comfortable to the touch, but it still feels like his presence.

⟢ He will happily offer to massage your back and muscles when you’re in pain, or run you a bath, hell ANYTHING that helps the pain and discomfort.

He won’t try to guess what you want from him though. It's tedious and he isn't a mind reader, he will just outright ask what you need him to do.

You’ll have to get used to that embarrassment of telling him to do things, he wants you to call on him for everything you need. If he can keep you off your feet for as long as he can he WILL. 

⟢ There’s no way for your mind to claw you into insecurity around him, the second he sees you spiral he’s going to reassure you over everything you’re panicking about.

To him you’re genuinely the most beautiful person he’s ever seen in his entire life, so hating any part of yourself is confusing to him. He won’t let you think or speak about yourself so negatively, those thoughts are NOT safe from his adoring praise and gentle hands.

He loves you. And that means he’ll show you how to love yourself too.

Formaggio -

Illuso -

Ghiaccio -

Melone -

Pesci -

Risotto - Immediate confusion. Frog blink, staring at them like... What the fuck? He doesn't even answer with words, just a slow nod after a minute. He has 0 clue why him, but he has no idea what to say in response, so he accepts that it happened... Will never bring it up again. Probably the only one that will accept it and understand why they did it... He just doesn't think it's a great choice to trust him so deeply but he also doesn't seem to mind... Just not in front of the rest of the team.

Prosciutto - Complete refusal of it, glaring at them just daring them to say it again. He looks like he's both ready to murder them and also just run away. They might get a "Don't." but he won't be necessarily cruel about it. He hates it, it makes him feel too responsible and he doesn't think he's a good figure to look up to...

Illuso - Visible disgust mixed with complete disbelief. Absolutely thinks that he misheard them... Might get an "Ugh. Not a chance." If he's already in a bad mood, he has no clue why it happened... But it does actually make him feel needed. And that scares him, he's spent so long building those walls. That when something so small starts breaking them, it makes him nervous... It makes him feel loved... And is there anything more terrifying?

Pesci - He's confused, genuine bewilderment because he doesn't understand why they're looking up to him of all people. It's very jarring to someone that never had that protection as a child, so someone believing him to be safe and a protection hurts him so deeply. He'll think about it all the time when he's sad, it both makes it worse and better because he wants to be worthy of their love, but he doesn't believe that he is.

Melone - The one time anyone will get him to be completely silent. He's so shocked about it that he's literally speechless. It's awkward and he's mentally scrambling for the right thing to say because him?? The weird scientist that talks too much and is always doing some dumb shit with experiments?? Not a great role model... He's gonna be confused for hours until it passes. They just get a very quiet "Uh... Thanks?" right after. But if the rest of the team overhear it (especially Illuso and Maggio) They'll start calling him dad to make him stop talking when he's being annoying. He hates that it makes him feel nice.

Formaggio - Barely even hesitates before jumping into calling them cringe dad names with a stupid grin, full "Sport," "Kid," or "Champ." It's so silly and he's obviously teasing, but it's so strange to him to be be seen as someone to look up to that he deflects with humour. He doesn't know what to do with the feelings of immediate warmth but also dread, that he forces it away by making it into a joke. He's not a good person, he hurts, he tortures, he kills... No one should want to be connected to him, so why does it feel so nice to be wanted?

SFW -

In jail -

⟢ You’ll most likely meet them in jail, a chance encounter of fate dragging you violently into orbiting each other.

They’re not shy about who they are, they do hide it… Mostly well? But eventually you’ll get so close to them that it slips out excitedly because they want you to know who they actually are.

They have proof of course, but if you trust what they tell you without it? It hits them hard how deeply they care about you… Incredibly so.

But they don’t really know how to put the feelings into words, so you just get a lot of “You’re really nice.” or “I’m happy we’re friends.”

⟢ They won’t understand what being nonbinary really is at first, you’ll have to explain it.

They’re incredibly smart but they do need a small nudge to understand because hell they’re plankton they don’t have the social constructs that force them into that box. To them gender doesn’t really exist, it’s fluid and doesn’t change how they feel no matter who you are.

When you explain it to them they’ll ask a lot of questions, not about the intricacies of it, no.

They want to know how it affects you, how it makes you feel when people do certain things, if they should say or do specific things you want them to. They’re happy that someone sees gender as less of a big thing and more just kinda, there. It’s comforting.

They won't fuck up a single time with pronouns you want them to use, no matter what you look like it's easy for them to just slip into it.

⟢ They’ll defend you furiously, they have 0 issues with getting in people’s faces or threatening… Asking nicely for them to not be cruel, ESPECIALLY if it comes to Anasui’s.

They do not care in the slightest if it’s aimed at them, but when it’s you? They get vicious quickly.

If you ask them in private not to cause a scene, they’ll respect it, but they’ll silently seethe until they can vent out that frustration.

⟢ They absolutely get advice from Jolyne and Ermes when they’re sick of the lovesick expression they give you whenever you’re nearby. Love is very foreign to F.F. so even understanding it as a feeling is strange.

But then they start panicking a lot unintentionally after one of them says that it might not exactly be reciprocated… They’ll start avoiding you out of fear, believing wholeheartedly that they’re not worth your affection and you won’t feel the same.

Eventually either Jolyne and Ermes force them into talking to you, or you’ll seek them out to confront them it'll all come out… A very embarrassed Foo telling you they like you. And being both very excited and also very confused that you feel the same way.

⟢ It’s very awkward at first, lots of accidental touches and nervous rambling because Foo started reading up on things that you’re supposed to do in relationships and well, most you can’t really do in prison so they adapt…

And get worried about it, they have a lot of very strong feelings about you but how are they supposed to navigate the minefield that people keep telling them to avoid? Not to tell you how much they care, not to touch you too much or too little, to spend time with you but not too much time.

It stresses them out to the point where they don’t understand why people get into relationships at all. With a little nudging they'll ramble about it and that human connection is so strange, they want to hold you and be with you but… Is it too much?

Reassurance helps, so deeply. They need that help to understand that just being themselves is okay and that you can work it out together.

They tell you they love you immediately after because they're so happy… If you say it back every worry falls from them instantly while grinning like a maniac. If you don’t it’s fine too, they’ll wait as long as you need them to.

⟢ If you start bringing them extra water and little trinkets they’ll melt every time, they often forget that people do things for the people they love, so expect a LOT of little things that make them think of you when they realise they can.

It’s never something normal either, they might bring you snacks to share occasionally. But almost always it’s a cool rock or leaf, or an animal…

You’ll end up collecting bugs at that point because they thought they were cool and wanted to share it with you. They don’t care if you let it go after, but they like it if you appreciate the bug with them first.

⟢ They talk about leaving the prison with you all the time, usually snuggled up after breakfast and just enjoying the company with one another.

They tell you all the time the first thing they’ll do is take you on a real date, not the silly little ones where you just hang out in the ghost rooms.

They get into it, they’ll have a whole plan to take you to a nice restaurant, walking at sunset… Good water. That part is important and can’t be skipped.

After getting out of jail - 

⟢ The second you’re both out of jail you become truly inseparable, they want to take you everywhere they can, they want to see and do everything with you. Dates, walks, anything they can find nearby.

They want to understand the world on such an intricate level that a lot of the time they’ll wake you up excitedly whispering about the museum a few miles away or a new restaurant that sells weird bread!

⟢ They find so much love in food, it’s nothing like the prison food. It’s so diverse and new, they want to try everything with you and they’ll happily drag you around to new restaurants with a sweet smile.

They’ll not only share their food with you, but their water too. As long as they have enough for the trips or until they get to a store to get some more, they’re happy to share with you.

Anything that’s theirs, is yours... And in turn, anything that's yours is theirs. They'll steal your food all the time.

⟢ They prefer taking you on dates late at night, especially walking.

It gets very hot and they don’t enjoy how much it makes them sweat and heat up, it's just uncomfortable and they go through so much water offsetting the warmth.

Speaking of sweat, you’ll have to ask them not to lick you when you sweat, they don’t see it as an issue because they love all of you and it’s basically water…

They don’t get the issue with it being super weird, you'll need to tell them why it's not something people do. They'll probably try to disprove it.

⟢ Microscopic plankton can thrive in both fresh and saltwater, so expect them pulling you to beaches and lakes to go swimming with them as much as possible. But NOT pools with chlorine, only open water.

If you can’t swim they won’t make you.

But they’d never let you get hurt and they’re happy to show you… Once they get the hang of it themselves.

⟢ They absolutely prefer to sleep in the same bed with you, as close as you’ll let them without being uncomfortable for you.

They love very much to cuddle and just be touching you in some way, it’s not something they’ve ever felt, so feeling your skin against theirs makes them extremely giddy.

Especially when you’re both sleeping and cuddles up with one another, sometimes they force themselves to stay awake when you fall asleep just because they can’t bear missing even a second.

Technically plankton don’t sleep, but as a clump controlling a human body, they still enjoy the rest. It’s not like human sleep but more of a meditative state for around 5 or 6 hours, sometimes more when they’ve been too exhausted, sometimes less if they’ve been sleeping too much…

But they never leave your side until you get up though.

⟢ They’re unintentionally clingy, sure they like their own space and doing their own thing… But you could be doing it near each other...

If you want to be alone they won’t mind, you’ll have to reassure them that you aren’t mad at them but they’re content to give you space as long as you still come to see them occasionally.

⟢ Cuddling is so important for them. Like oh my god, they adore to snuggle so much that anytime they can sneak you away from what you’re doing, they will.

Favourite position is either sitting in your lap while you’re busy doing something, fully curled around you. Or spooning. Big or small spoon, they do NOT care in the slightest.

They just want to feel you, especially if you’re wearing less clothing because it feels nice to feel your skin against theirs. There’s just something so intimate to them about being pressed up against you and talking about whatever you want to.

Expect a lot of giggly I love you’s like that and just sweet declarations of their love for you. If you do it back they get, so deeply content. 

⟢ They really enjoy exploring random places, usually somewhere shaded like woodland or more overgrown areas, especially if there’s fruit involved…

Even if they cheat and shoot down apples to reach them, until you lightly scold them about bruising the fruit.

But it’s so playful and sweet that you won’t be able to stay grumpy for long... They'll 100% demand you to get on their back so they can help you reach the fruit.

⟢ They WILL steal your water, sure they’ll let you steal theirs…

But your water is never safe, if they don’t have any in front of them they have 0 issue with reaching over and drinking the entirety of yours while keeping eye contact with you.

It’s incredibly intimidating for some reason…

⟢ They’re genuinely so funny too, they’ll be talking about something completely different and just off hand mention a name and that “He thinks you look really cute when you’re focused.” If you question it, they’ll smile with a dismissive shrug and… “You know... Greg.”

It’s always a random plankton, they’re not even called anything AND they're a hive mind...

They just think it’s hilarious to confuse you.

⟢ They like to kiss but oh god they’re so bad at it… Terrible. Too much tongue, too many teeth. You’ll have to teach them patiently, very patiently…

It’s so strange to them but it feels so nice that they get WAY too involved way too quickly, they don’t even get embarrassed over it. They just take your words as help and then try again... And again.

They’ll eventually get it down, and they get very giddy when you praise them for doing well…

⟢ They’ll use the excuse that they “need water” to kiss you ALL the time. They have a glass right next to them? Doesn’t matter.

All you get is them getting in your space so you can't see it or moving it and a “What water?” just to connect your lips back to theirs… If it works they’ll be so happy, even if you know their little tricks. It’s not subtle at all.

NSFW - 

⟢ You’ll need to show them the ropes a lot, they understand sexual attraction of course.

And they’re not ashamed to bring it up to you, the feelings in a human body are a lot different… The heat, the ache, the thoughts spiralling through their head that they can’t push away.

They’ll listen intently while you explain it, how to ease that ache… If they want you to help with that desire.

The first time is surprising to them, it’s loud and desperate. Their hands grabbing at you while you ease your fingers into them, it’s so intense and leaves them obsessed with the feeling. It won’t end after one, not even close.

They need to feel it again and again. It doesn't matter if it’s on your fingers or if you drop your head to eat them out… They’d prefer your tongue, it’s so intense and pushes them over the edge insanely fast.

⟢ It doesn’t take much to put them in the mood, usually something simple like your body curled so nicely into theirs, which is an issue when that's usually how you’re laid together…

They do tend to ignore that desire most of the time, but on the chance they don't... They still wait for a long time to enjoy your comfort without the expectation of sex, which itself has problems when they lean close with a gentle whine of “Can you help me? I’m so wet."

They don’t mean for it to be so hot and desperate… But well, they’re so needy for your help, and their fingers just don’t feel as good.

⟢ It’s so obvious how much praise gets them off, they’re not submissive most of the time but if you start praising them they are so happy to do anything you want (within reason).

Because it drives them insane to hear soft “Your doing so well for me…” and “Can you take more?” You’ll absolutely have to keep them quiet if you keep praising them too much, they get loud and very unashamed.

⟢ They don’t want to actually have sex very often, but when they do?

It’s always long, it’s never just once round. They want to satisfy both of you for as long as you can both take it.

AFAB - 

⟢ Oh Foo adores more than anything to give you head, they won’t even need you to ask for it, if they get the urge they’ll press themselves against you with one little question every time, “Can I taste you?” And if you let them, they’re ruined faster than you are.

The taste drives them so far into lust that they’re whimpering into you like you’re all that’s ever mattered. And don’t expect they’ll stop after one either, nor need to pull away to breathe or for water.

You’re the sustenance they crave and they’re not stopping until they’re exhausted and satisfied or you tell them to stop. If you try to pull away or push them away out of overstimulation they’ll just pull you right back with a demand of “Just one more…”

It’s NEVER just one more.

⟢ They’ll find out exactly what you like so quickly, if you moan more at a certain angle they’ll abuse it so much, they’ll know just how much you can handle before you can’t take anymore…

And then they’ll change it up to something slower to give you a break, just to push you harder when you’re ready and leave you limp and desperate on their fingers or a toy.

⟢ Speaking of toys…

They absolutely play with the fact they can create more mass by giving themselves a dick to fuck you with.

You’ll be doing a LOT of experimenting for exactly what size and shape you like, and they can feel it so sex ends up being more about penetration than just fingering once they realise they can do that.

In turn they adore watching you ride them so much, their mind is just complete mush as you drag them so deep into pleasure that they can barely form a full sentence through moaning and whimpering. You'll hear a lot of, "More... Please." and "Gonna cum, slow down..."

⟢ Overstimulation is so enjoyable to them, whether it’s on them or you, it does NOT matter.

They’ll make you finish as many times as you’ll let them with a sweet grin and praise for doing so well when you tap out because it’s too much.

If it’s on them they’ll need to stay hydrated because they’re so wet and making such a mess, especially if you use a strap because it’s so intimate to watch you take control and fuck them into the mattress while you praise how well they’re taking you.

AMAB - 

⟢ Oh god, good luck keeping up with F.F., they’ll absolutely see if they can make you finish more than once and won’t stop until you tell them to.

And they’ll remember exactly how much you can take just to see if there’s more variables they can test with to try to make you cum again or last longer.

If you can’t finish more than once they have no issue dragging themself over the edge while just keeping you inside while they desperately rub their clit while making you watch, or even better if you do it for them.

⟢ They’ll find out very quickly that it’s a shame you can’t finish more than once or twice, but… As long as they don’t make you finish, they can keep going, simple...

It all makes sense to them, just keep stopping before you actually cum and then you last longer!

So that’s exactly what they’ll do, happily riding until you get too close and then pulling off, over and over until they want you to finish.

They don’t even mean to say something dirty about it when you do finish either, but it doesn’t clock for a few times that the longer they edge you, the more you’ll cum. They're always so shocked with praises and comments of "Fuck, so much..." or "You're making such a mess."

They’ll happily abuse edging you too with a grin when they pull off and take you down their throat to ‘satisfy their thirst.’

⟢ They’ll absolutely ask to fuck you as well, they want to see what the hype is all about.

You look so ruined when you finish and they want to feel like that too, they completely don't even realise half of why you react the way you do is they’ve edged you easily over an hour…

But if you’re eager to take them, they’ll happily take full control and actually fuck you instead.

They get unintentionally dirty with it, lots of praise and little “I get why you like it when I’m so tight now.” Definitely takes mental notes for what you like for next time.

⟢ LOVES going down on you, especially if you cum on their tongue so they can taste it, it’s such an obscure and strange taste but in a good way.

And they’re happy to get any hydration because it feels good, so the more you cum the better, even if that means they tease you a little… Okay, maybe a lot, before ever touching you.

Your eyes narrow slightly while you measure the sugar into a separate bowl before placing that alongside the fruit on the worktop and moving to the oven to turn it on with quick fingers. 

The key turning in the lock startles you out of your focus, placing the rest of the fruit in your hand to the side immediately as you shut off the heat and undo the back of your apron to take it off with a smile when you slink into the living room and freeze.

“Baby… The rug…”

His head snaps up in shock at your complaining scold. You're already staring down at the mud covered bag he just tossed onto the floor mindlessly, the dark mess dripping onto the cream fabric and leaving a disgusting splodge.

But you can’t help but laugh at his instant scramble to pick it up with a broken rambled apology already ripped from his heart before he realises he’s even speaking.

“Damn it, I didn’t mean to! Sorry, baby… Oh shit, that's… Gonna come out, right?”

Your eyes soften quickly from the very mild irritation of the mess, his panic too cute to hold any annoyance and making your heart beat faster as he cradles the bag to his chest and ruins his own clothes to protect the rug further.

“It’s okay, we can fix it once it’s dry… Give, I’ll clean it. Wanna tell me what happened?” 

He doesn’t move for a second while he stares at your outstretched hand, his arms pulling the bag closer to his chest for a moment while you wait. You can’t tell immediately if he’s hesitating because he doesn’t want you to get dirty or if he’s listening to Diavolo.

His eye roll tells you the answer, the bag carefully placed into your hands with a small grin when he leans into you to press his lips to yours. 

There’s a small startled complaint in your throat when the cold fabric presses against your stomach, the noise muffled into his mouth when he moves closer for a brief flicker of a second before stepping away with a sheepish glance towards your now muddied pyjamas.

“Shit, sorry… I uh, got distracted?”

“Clearly, amore.” 

Your teasing makes his shoulders fall, his stress slipping with your gentle tone and kind eyes. His breathing hitches just slightly when he leans back in to kiss you again, his fingers curling around your jaw to stop you from pulling away from his love... Even if it means you get gross.

His free hand slips between the bag and your stomach with a small frown at how cold it is, but choosing discomfort to protect you from further mess…

It did not work.

“You’re distracting… It’s not my fault.”

“I’m not even doing anything, Doppio.”

“Mm, don’t have to.”

His voice dips low and breathless when he pulls away, an adoring smile settling on his face with a quick peck to your cheek before shifting away fully and pulling off the dirt covered wool hugging his chest.

“Come on, spill. How did you get so messy?”

He lets you nudge him lightly to the kitchen with a giddy smile, his hand curling deeper into the ruined wool as he forgets about how terrible the drying mud feels against his skin, bathing in your warmth and loving touches.

“It wasn’t anything dangerous! Well it wasn’t supposed to be anyway, just recon… But I guess I was being too suspicious? Boss says I wasn't, but the target was on edge already.”

There’s a small pause as you move to place his bag in the empty laundry basket, choosing to let the mud dry fully against the soft fabric so you can remove it later. 

You immediately feel better when you slip back into the kitchen and pull your shirt off over your head, a small laugh pooling in your throat when Doppio stops before he speaks again with a small shaking inhale. He might be strong, and more experienced in relationships than Diavolo…

But he’s so easy to tease.

Your fingers reach to grab a clean towel as you wet it and move around to where he sits to drag it against his stomach, cleaning the mud quickly before it dries with a grin at his immediate fluster, your hand hesitating against his skin with a kiss to his cheek when he can't meet your gaze.

Your eyes catch the light mischievously when you step away to clean yourself and toss the towel into the basket with his bag. His gaze is already on you when you turn back to him with a saccharine smile hiding your tease when you lean over the table.

Your chest rests lightly against the cold material while your voice dips low and playful, an obvious tease. But his eyes drop immediately to the way your breasts spill slightly out of your bra.

“Keep talking, baby?”

The nervous swallow is obvious while you watch him across the table, waiting patiently for him to keep talking before you turn back to wash your hands.

“I… He’s dealt with, he just… Knocked me off balance for a second and I dropped my bag.” 

His voice trails off when he finishes, his eyes dragging down your spine and to your ass with a shaky exhale when he stands, something you barely notice through the comfort of the hot water against your fingers.

Until you feel his muscled frame pinning you against the countertop, it’s careful and almost tender with the way he holds your waist to make sure the marble doesn’t dig into your skin…

No.

Not Doppio.

“You torment him too much.”

“I wasn’t doing anything, amore… I just missed you both, is that so bad?”

His breath is hot against your throat while he watches you shut the water off and rest your hands against the cool counter.

His hair tickles you slightly when it falls against your bare skin, his laugh deep and amused when he shifts closer and presses his lips to your jaw in a lingering kiss.

“I suppose not, beloved.”

“You can pretend you didn’t miss me, but it’s very… Obvious.”

The gentle tease gets a chuckle in response, his head resting on your shoulder with a sigh as he winds his arm further around your waist with a groan when he rocks his hips slightly into your ass.

“Is that so?”

“Mm, it's a pretty big thing not to notice.”

It’s rare to get him so worked up, his gasps muffled into your skin while he lazily kisses your throat and leaves you soaked before he’s even touched you, every roll of his hips dragging him perfectly into bliss after so long without having the desire to touch you himself.

“I… Picked something up for you the other day, if you’re interested?”

You pique his curiosity immediately, his hips faltering with a low hum in response before he trusts himself to speak without it sounding breathy and weak.

“Tell me.”

“It’s just… God, are your hands always this cold?” 

Your startled comment rips a deep amused exhale from him as he steps away and drops his hands from against your warm skin. There's a faint smile on his lips as he moves towards the bedroom, his fingers quickly entwining with yours with a slight tense in his jaw even through his desire.

“It’s just a blindfold, but I know you don’t like when you can… See me?”

Your comment makes him stop so suddenly that you almost walk directly into him, his irritation immediate and devastating through the arousal coursing through his veins. 

“Do you truly believe I don’t find you attractive?”

“What?! No, no… That’s not it, it’s the eye contact, right? You might not tell me, amore. But I always notice how anxious you get when I can look at you…”

He looks torn for a second, almost pulling away entirely and keeping his composure before choosing to trust you. Choosing to let it go with a huff and pulling you completely into the room before waiting for you to move to the bed.

To submit.

Only to narrow his eyes confused when you push him to sit down onto the edge himself with a sweet smile. He doesn't stop you from moving him even when he can, letting you push him down with a fleeting kiss to his lips that leaves his eyelids fluttering and lidded slightly when you pull away.

“Let me take care of you?”

“You believe I’ll wear your little blindfold?”

“I do.”

The surety of your answer makes his eyes glint in the light, the usually sharp green softening at the edges when your hands rest over his pants, waiting for him to tell you it’s okay before you even move to touch him.

Something that has him harder than he wants to admit to. Your patience dripping across your fingers and dragging a sharp exhale from his nose at how kind you are, even through your desire.

He doesn’t let you take his clothes off, his lust bubbling into his throat when he curls his fingers into your hair to pull you closer to kiss him. Your hand rests on his stomach to steady yourself when he melts into your warmth with a muffled groan against you. 

It’s a lot more desperate than you ever expect from him, his palm resting against the nape of your neck, keeping you from moving before breaking the kiss himself with a shuddering gasp when you palm him through the fabric.

“We don’t have to use the…”

“Just give it to me.”

He doesn’t give you anything more than an empty snap, his hands immediately moving to his pants to undo them himself when you shift to get the blindfold, his underwear dropping to the floor alongside the rest.

Although he’s being so vulnerable and open with you he still looks in complete control, even while his heart pounds in his chest so rapidly that he can barely hear you when you speak again.

“Is this okay?”

There’s no answer from him outside of a quick nod, his hair falling in front of his eyes before you push it back and kiss his temple. Your hands are gentle when you slip the blindfold over his eyes, tying it in the back with a hum when he jumps at the faint caress of your thumb on his jaw when you move to take your own clothes off.

Your mouth waters at the thought of dropping to your knees and taking him in your mouth rather than give him what he expects you to, a grin pulling at your lips quickly when his flushed cock twitches at the sound of your voice.

“Lay down for me, amore… Move back a little, perfect.”

He surprisingly puts up no fight as he follows your gentle demands, his hair fanning out under him as he lays back and waits with slow grounding breaths. It terrifies him momentarily, giving up control to you completely in such an exposed way.

He can’t see what you’re doing... Where you are. 

When you’ll even touch him next.

His entire body tenses when he feels your fingers trace his tattoos, the bed dipping below your weight as you crawl over him and rest back on his thighs before you even move to sink onto him.

“Tell me how it feels, Dia.”

Your hand gives him no chance to ask what you mean when you wrap your fingers around his cock, slowly stroking him while you watch the tremble in his thighs at the sudden pleasure.

His voice breaks into a whine when he tries to speak, head falling back into the covers with a weak thrust of his hips up into your hand.

“It’s…”

He stops for a second with a sharp inhale, his fingers curling into the covers by his waist when you run your thumb over the sensitive tip with a hum when he moans. Not a gasp, not a choked groan like usual.

He moans. It’s shaky and weak, something he barely cares to even try to stop when you’re dragging him violently into intense pleasure.

“More.”

The breathless command still drips with such immense danger, even with his length heavy in your grip it’s not something you particularly want to disobey.

There’s still a faint complaint in his throat when you let go and shift to straddle him fully, his eyes rolling back behind the blindfold when he feels how wet you are against him. His hips jerk up unconsciously to chase the feeling with his hands on your waist desperately keeping you pressed close to him. 

“If you’re holding me like this I can’t get a condom, baby.”

He hesitates for a second at your playful tease, debating heavily to just let you ride him regardless before fighting his lust and letting you go to lean over and slip your hand into the side table to grab one.

He jumps in surprise when you slide the latex over the tip, even when he knows you're coming, his body tense below your quick fingers as you stroke him and check in again.

“Still good? Not too much?”

“Enough! I’m not… I'm sorry, beloved. I want this. It's... Not too much.”

He snaps mindlessly before correcting himself with a light squeeze of your hips, his brain catching up to his sharp tongue before he can stop it. He’s nervous.

His desperate desire for control at war with the want to give up everything to you, locked in a stalemate even through your adoring touches.

“Breathe, amore. Let me make you feel good, you don't have to fight it… You want me to ride you?”

Your voice in his ear makes him relax more as you kiss along his jaw with a hum when he flinches in shock. His tone slips into a breathy plea when you grind against his cock, his lips parted slightly with every drag of your dripping warmth.

“Yes, fuck… Yes.”

He sounds more wrecked than you ever get to hear him, his ragged breathing catching in his throat when you move to sink onto him with slow bounces, taking him deeper every time you drop again.

You can feel the twitch in his fingers with the careful way you're easing onto him, the light squeeze of his hands of your waist both reassuring and grounding through the stretch.

It's sinful how perfect he looks under you, head thrown back with every shaking breath as his chest rises and falls rapidly. With how much he’s panting you almost think he’s going to finish before you even take him fully, his cock twitching violently with every jerk of your hips.

His muscles are taut under his skin when you feel his pelvis nudge yours, your walls squeezing him perfectly with every slow grind while you adjust to his length inside of you.

“You’re so beautiful… So pretty when you give up control.”

“Y/N.”

Your name slipping from his lips is venomous, a warning hissed through gritted teeth that makes you immediately regret your tease. But you don’t apologise, nor do you take back your sweet praise.

But any further snap towards you is shattered into a moan when you start moving, bouncing slowly on his length as you watch him shudder with a sharp exhale that slips further and further into moaning with each time you sink onto him again.

“I didn’t… Think you’d let me do this. I love you…”

Your voice breaks into a whine when you speed up, each nudge of his length so deep inside you making you lose your own control as it frays through shaking fingers pressed against his flushed skin.

He barely responds with a stuttered reply through his breathless pleasure, every movement setting his nerves on fire while you trail your fingers across his chest to feel the muscles twitch beneath.

“I… Love you… I trust you.”

His pleasure ladened mewling peaks quickly when your lips press to his throat, every noise you make muffled into his skin when you speed up your desperate bouncing as you rip him further into ecstasy.

You know he’s close long before he ever says he is, his hands pulling you further onto him with every stroke while he weakly bucks into you, every sound slipping from him is obscene and pitches higher with each breathy moan that fractures in his throat.

“Close… Don’t stop. Please, beloved… Tell me I can…”

The desperate panted begging shreds the last of your control from your fingers, his choked out pleas making your heart jump in your chest with a shaky moan. He never asks to cum.

He doesn't ever asks to hear you, even when he needs your voice in his ear telling him to finish… It's addicting.

Your rhythm falters hard when you struggle to not cum first, your eyes watching his mouth fall open in a shattered whine, falling further and further from composure when you press wet desperate kisses to the column of his throat.

“I’m so… Please... Cum with me, my love.”

It’s barely coherent when your plea breaks into a devastating moan, his fingers catching against your clit before you can stop him from throwing you violently into your orgasm with a broken sob of his name.

He doesn’t stop the urgent thrusting of his hips into you as you collapse completely against him, chasing his pleasure with a loud groan when you clench around him so tight you claw him down with you. 

It hits harder than either of you expect it to through your bliss, pathetic whimpers falling from his parted lips as he fills the condom in long hard strokes.

His cum drips down his length messily and leaves the sheets wet below you both with every agonising throb of his cock. Not that he seems to care in the slightest when he desperately drags out every sliver of pleasure that he can in his ecstasy clouded lust. 

He’s whimpering pathetically into his skin when he covers his mouth, not slowing his thrusts until it’s too much to handle, stilling with a final weak curse muffled into his palm when the embarrassment takes hold and collapsing into the covers with a shuddering exhale.

Neither of you move for a long moment, your fingers brushing through his long hair soothingly as you enjoy the blissful high tangled into each other. His hand eases the grip on your waist while he rubs small circles into your sore skin with a low hum when you kiss his jaw faintly and undo the blindfold.

He’s glad it’s relatively dark in the room, his eyes adjusting quickly to the dimmed light as he catches your content gaze when you lean away with a teasing simper.

“So… Was it good?”

“Shut up.”

Your grin is immediate at his fluster, the deep crimson blush on his cheeks obvious even through the darkness. His eyes follow you intently when you shift just enough to pull him out with a gasp before snuggling back into his chest.

“Mm, it sounded like you enjoyed it.”

“You’re pushing it, beloved.”

“Can’t you just tell me if it felt good? It’s just me, amore.”

He pauses for a second, his fingers tracing up your arm before settling just below your ribs with a hummed teasing response. One that makes you roll your eyes with a light groan.

“No.”

“Fine… I’m taking it as a no though.”

“I enjoyed it. It was… Different.”

His heart jumps in his chest when you smile happily against his sweat kissed skin, your pleased hum tickling his throat when you press a lingering kiss against his erratic pulse. His calm is immediate, it always is after sex, the exhaustion pulling at his nervousness and ripping it from his soul.

His mind completely quiets under your adoring hands while you whisper reassurance and kindness to him.

The love that he finally begins to believe himself deserving of.

“In a good way?”

“Perfect, my heart.”