the thing that drives me mad about Secondo is that, at his core, he loves the shy ones.
the ones that are quiet. the ones that keep to themselves. the enigmas; the ones that are sweet yet confusingly isolated, or the ones that seem confident and self-assured — but are just slightly too practiced in the way they avoid talking about romance or sex.
the ones that are bashful when he knows, deep down, they don’t want to be. the ones that can’t help fearing their own desire. the ones that wall themselves up — unaware that he sees the fractures in the concrete, obsesses over them. daydreams about the softness and the aches that might peek through the cracks.
there’s just a scent to it. the kind that hits him the way blood does a great white. when he gets you alone, it’s purposeful; isolating you from excuses, preventing you from running off. using his voice, his hands, his eyes, his smell while he quietly locks the door. all to keep your brain buzzing and heart racing. to keep you vulnerable. to keep you honest.
so, what is it, then?
blood pounding in your ears, your eyes darting around the room. oh, he loves the way panic looks on you.
what is it you’re hiding? why do you pull away?
is it shame? no, don’t look away. tell him what’s so shameful about this. what’s so shameful about you having needs? pay no mind to the way his voice sinks lower, deep in his chest, or the way his pants are tightening. answer the question, my dove.
the way you avoid his eyes drives him fucking crazy. he’s close, isn’t he? close to cracking that shell? just look at him, guardami, let him see that pretty face, hm?
are you feeling exposed, tesoro? solo da un piccolo contatto visivo? he smirks; you can hardly stand it, looking at him like this, trying so hard to keep cool but nearly fidgeting in place. the attention, his attention, is just so overstimulating and he can’t help but want to fucking torture you with it. til you’re shaking and tearful, the only words coming through your slurred speech being “please” and “I want it.”
but this is just too enjoyable. why rush into stripping you down with his teeth when he can ask you why you’re blushing instead?
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Dude was laying there, mostly asleep mumbling about nothing as you slipped the blankets off of him. It was the weekend so there wasn't anywhere to be, you straddled him slowly as not to wake him up putting one leg on either side of him. You gently kissed his face, trailing down his neck, then you pulled up his shirt to reveal his chest and stomach. You licked and nipped down his torso slowly, while palming him through his boxers. At this point Dude was more vocal, in this vulnerable state he wasn't worried about making noise. He was always so reluctant to make those softer sounds even after time and time again you say you love it. His breathing was heavier and he knocked his head over to the side. "Mmmmnnhah..."
He was half hard underneath your hand, just waiting for you. You slid the boxers lower, he shifted just enough for you to take his cock out. He hissed an inward breath as you grabbed held of it, gently and loosely stroking, at this point he was even more vocal, whiny even. You leaned down lower getting to a closer level with his cock, licking base to tip. You kissed up and down slowly teasing him, he groaned stirring in his mind.
"Oh- fuck- (y/n)"
Even in his sleep he thought about you, this gave you some more raw and passionate motivation. You wrapped your lips around the tip starting with a soft suction and you licked the slit. This caused him to nearly wake up, ripping a pornographic moan from him. This slow and steady pace was different from the usual rougher and fast pace he liked. You like how the pleasure was more intense this way, the first thing he'd feel is your mouth around his cock. It would be nearly agonizing going this pace for him, no doubt he'd try and pull your head down lower when he wakes but right now, you set the tone. It was mesmerizing looking at how fast his chest rose and fell with each sound, his somber face free from those tacky sunglasses. You always thought he had such nice lashes, they were long and a dark brown/red fluttering before screwing shut creating small crows feet lines on the edge of his eyes. Inch by inch you soaked his cock with spit humming, creating an even more powerful sensation.
"Oh baby- fuck- what- what are you doing? Shitttt!"
You paid him no mind at first, trying your very best to take him all the way, nose brushing against 'trimmed' curly red pubes. He let out a moan so raw it came out pitchy and so pitiful. He involuntarily shot up, leaning forward his mouth was open and he he huffed heavier and heavier, looking down at you. You pulled yourself away, lines of drool stretching between your splitting lips and his now achingly hard dick.
"Morning.."
"Hah...hah... I- oh fuck! I'm-"
For once in his smart ass life he didn't have much of anything to say. Rather than take it there, you decided a sweeter route to take things. You placed your hands on his chest softly pushing for him to lay back down.
"Lemme take care of things, just lay back down baby."
He fell back down, his head lulling back as you enveloped him again. His precum slid down your throat, tasting better than it used to when you first started going out. Instead of eating buckets of deep fried chicken and junk food without even a sip of water, he opted for whatever you were cooking for yourself.
He was growing closer and closer but your pace remained slow and steady, making sure he'd remember this for the rest of the day. His hand flew to the back of your head and you braced for him to pull your hair or push you down but his hand just held onto your hair, and his pointer finger scooped underneath the hair that fell over your face and pulled it. He had a clear view of your face and his cock twitch when he saw it, he wasn't one to say sappy stuff and mean it. He'd say "dearie" and cheesy pet names as a form of annoying you, or compliment your outfit usually when you were half naked, but he spoke so genuinely and eagerly "you look so fuckin' good honey, so- good-."
You peeked through your lashes at him, his eyes were glazed and his other hand was velcroed into his own hair. Dude was right on the edge, he got louder and shakier. You were getting a crick in your neck but persisted until finally he came. The loudest whimper-y moan came from him as you opted to swallowing his load, not eating to wash the sheets or making a mess of your face. He liked it better this way anyway, it got him off even more to see you try to not miss a single drop, seeing your throat bob up and down knowing his cum was filling you. You lifted off of his cock, gasping for air but dude insisted you come closer.
"Let me kiss you-"
"I just swal-"
"I don't care c'mere baby"
Dude held the side of your face and the back of your head, and he kissed deep. You took it that he liked your little surprised to him. You pulled away still needing air, you laughed fell back next to him. The way he was looking at you made you laugh more, you've never seen such a goofy smile on his face with half lidded green eyes.
"What?"
"You liked my little surprised for you?"
"Jesus (y/n) im a lucky man."
"Glad you know that."
Hearing Dudes voice, champ comes running through the door eager to say good morning.
"Champ you perv, were you spying on us? You freak."
He barks and makes the jump, licking your face and then going over to Dude. What a good morning.
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The sound of your phone alarm going off nearly every morning still manages to catch you by surprise. you'll throw your hand blindly at the blaring and buzzing and manage to snooze the alarm for only 10 more minuets before it'd mean you'd be running late. Dude is still deep into a drug and booze induced sleep, a habit of his your weren't fond of all all, but its a habit he's had since before you were probably born and it was one he definitely wasn't kicking anytime soon.
Before slipping back into the 10 minuets of sacred sleep before you were pried away from your apartment, you relished in how warm the bed was with the softest blanket ending up covering you this morning. It wasn't big enough to cover both of you so usually Dude would roll onto his side sliding it off of you in his dreamless sleep. The sound of the people of Edensin up and moving outside, shoveling the little snow that Arizona ever got. Dude's rhythmic breathing and subtle snoring pulled you further and further away from consciousness. In his sleep his arm pulled you close, your head resting heavy on his chest. The final moments of sleep that morning were full of how important this time was to you. Neither one awake to stir up any held grudges or frustrations, just the 2 of you finally resting. zzz....
literally never posted here before but im bored :p
