watermellow

Ah, that’s right, your tight-scheduled boyfriend had to grade the exams of his students, and after a night full of sudden bursts of inspiration, he was low on time. If only oronyx could stop it for him, he might for once appreciate what the titans do.

That wasn’t all though. For some reason, you decided you couldn’t put off your daily dose of quality time anymore. Nagging him to take a break and spend time with you. It started with little comments, asking him how long he’s been at it, until it somehow spiralled into peeking over his shoulder while lingering around him. Since you didn’t stop bothering him, clinging to him like a leech, you two had to somehow find a middle ground.

Because what you craved the most in that moment was physical touch, you longed to hold him in your arms. In exchange for you to shut your trap, that composed professor would sit on your lap while reading through the essays of his students. Obviously, you were the one to suggest it. While you earned yourself sceptical glances from the scholar, he eventually accepted. He only enjoyed arguments on interesting topics after all, not some lovers bickering. There were but two rules: no talking and no excessive touching.

Therefore, you were quite content with the arrangement. His rather small frame was so huggable, perfect to hold and cherish. Once he settled down completely, you took a mental note of his weight, which was a little worrisome. Maybe you should dine with him more regularly. His posture was tense, probably due to your presence, so you held him closer by the hips to signalise you were comfortable. The warmth of your body quickly seeped through the layers of his robes, and he managed to loosen up a tad.

For the next few moments, time felt like it was passing in tranquility. Only the gentle scratch of quill against parchment could be heard among his steady heart beat and breathing. He could probably feel the pounding in your chest against his back as well, does that mean he noticed the slight disharmony in the rhythm whenever your eyes wandered over his features?

It’d be somewhat incorrect to say you weren’t bored. It goes without saying that each second spend with him was time well spent, yet it’s been hours already (incorrect: it has been half a system hour) and simply glancing at the soft sway of his fluffy hair wasn’t enough anymore. Your fingers twitched around his waist, once, then twice, before digging them deeper into his corset. Each time he’d flinch, trying to hide his instincts. At this point, your legs were kind of giving out as well. It cramped and tingeled, probably because the blood circulation got blocked off.

When your palms squeezed the narrowest part of his torso for a third time, he covered your left hand with his, and pressed down. About 7 seconds passed in dead silence before he placed his hand onto the parchment again, and continued writing. Guess you got busted, it was starting to get fun too…whatever. You sighed in disappointment, mumbling under your breath, “when are you done…?”

“Silence, we made a deal.” Was all he had to say, but he indulged you by molding into your embrace a little more. How adorable that his actions were opposites to his words.

By the time the first hour really passed, your legs cramped, and you whispered with an agonising groan, “Anaxa- my legs… can we change positions real quick..?” You leaned back against the chair, thumbs rubbing circles into his hips. “Don’t call me that.” He said, not even looking up from the exams, how cruel. “Sorry sorry, I meant Anaxagoras. Now, please?” With a satisfied huff, he gazed at you over his shoulder, about to stand up as he commented, “see? It’s not that difficult. Even the-”

To his surprise, your hands pulled him closer, forbidding him from leaving, and your lips collided. His eyes widened, one hand still holding the pen. Before he could retaliate, you broke the kiss already, chuckling, “got you~” anaxa, who was still perched up on your lap, looked a little flustered now, wiped his mouth with the back of his gloved hand, lips pressed into a thin line while he glared at you. “That wasn’t a part of our deal.”

All you did was smirk, face beaming like a child who just received honey cakes. “Come on, A-nak-xa-go-ras, let’s take a break. You are already done with that batch.” His eyes followed yours. You nodded at the stack of papers piling up on his right, the height about the same as the pile on the left. He snarled, hands now gripping the edge of the desk as he retorted, “No, i prefer to finish everything before starting something new.”

Suddenly he jerked his head back to the furniture, noticing that he accidentally crumpled one of the papers. You placed your chin onto his shoulder, and muttered in an apologetic tone, “oh.. I didn’t mean for that to happen.” Anaxa stared at the exam in his hands. Once you took a closer look at its contents, your eyes widened in surprise. Luckily, he didn’t get mad and replied, “it’s alright. He submitted a blank sheet.” You noticed as well, what a brave soul that student was.

He began to laugh softly, a hint of pride hidden beneath his voice, before the tone faded into something akin to amusement. Then he turned around completely to face you, thighs now clenching your lap. “You’ll stop chatting after I take that break, right?” You didn’t know what caused his sudden change in mood, but you got to thank whoever submitted that empty parchment. “Of course.”

One of your hand crept up to tangle itself in his hair at the back, stroking the locks gently, giving his head something to lean against. The other was still holding him rather possessively, not about to let go anytime soon. “Can I kiss you?” You asked, lips a breath away from his. Only now did he notice the proximity between the two of you, and his shoulder jerked backwards, putting in some more distance. “You already did.” He responded, a frown on his face.

Since you weren’t one to back down, which was quite a notable quality of yours, you pestered him, “then can I do it again, Anaxa?” His hands pushed your shoulders half-heartedly, a farce he didn’t know why he bothered playing, “you are using that nickname again. And didn’t you say your legs were tired?” You took the liberty of kissing the left corner of his lips, hovering dangerously close to his eye patch, catching the twitch in his jaw when you did.

With a cheeky smirk, you answered, “somehow it doesnt hurt anymore.” Anaxa pressed a hand to your temple, making you tilt your head back as he scoffed, “hah! Such a coincidence.” You sulked a little, yet it was quickly replaced by a satisfied expression when you saw the meek smile from your precious scholar. “You haven’t answered my question yet, professor Anaxagoras.”

He jerked a little, settling his hands on your shoulder and the back of your neck respectively. A faint blush began to spread to his cheeks, and he groaned, “don’t ask questions you know the answer to, it’s a waste of time I don’t have.” After that, he lowered his head, almost pressing his forehead up to yours.

“Is that so? Then you can’t blame me if I interpret things wrong.” You claimed, lunging forward to catch his lips in a quick peck. An innocent little kiss, without much thought behind it. He wiggled backwards when you did that, almost falling off your lap. It ended with you pulling flush against you, both hands tightening down around his waist. “Careful.” You uttered, accidentally pulling his ponytail loose in the process. None of you cared to look for his hair tie.

Now the proximity between the two of you were nonexistent. Your steady heartbeat drummed against his, loud, undeniably excited, and all because of him. The knowledge of that fact felt like a gentle breeze, maybe that’s why he didn’t shy away the next time you approached. It’s just bodies touching with an unspoken timid mess behind it, not a careful experiment with the expectation of results. “Just hold me tighter.” He replied, giving your shoulders a demonstrative squeeze.

His cheeks flushed a deeper crimson the more he indulged in you. Lips quivering slightly after every close-mouthed kiss, paired with the occational tensing of his fingers. You wondered if your shoulders will bruise the next day… probably not, considering his physical abilities.

At some point, the distance you'd put between you two after each smooch shortened. The trembling gasps he'd unwillingly let slip whenever you pinched his waist began mingling with your steady exhales, enough to send shivers down his spine. He could swear your body heat was making him dizzy, like the most natural aphrodisiac there is, as if he was losing control over his muscles.

Up until now, all he did was stay still while receiving your attention. Though after he got comfortable, he began wanting to fulfill his own desires. When you gave him another half-backed kiss, withdrawing before he was satisfied, he chased after the feeling. The hand that was on your neck trapping you as he reciprocated your previous actions. Just more clumsily, more necessity behind it.

After a long while, he finally retreated, mumbling barely above a whisper, “don’t waste my time on patience games.” Being the one to initiate caused him to shudder in embarrassment, at least internally. He tried to conceal everything right under your nose. The only reason why it was such a hard pill to swallow was that he admitted to wanting this too.

“Games, you say?” Your smirk widened, and you questioned his words with a too carefree tone, “what kind of game did i supposedly play with you?” Thats when his signature glare returned, though in such situations, all it did was make him look cuter. “Don’t act like you dont know, you've been... teasing me. Get to the point so we can end this earlier.” Look at that, he’s almost pouting. Heavens, why did this man have to be so adorable? That little scorn and hesitation is simply too tempting to not point out.

A rather cheeky grin replaced the earlier gentle one, and you said, “I dont think I understand, I'm not as smart as the renowed professor, after all.” He twitched at the mocking use of his title, and groaned in annoyance, “drop the act.” Your fingers dug into his skin some more, squeezing his waist playfully. When he jerked upward with a yelp, spine arching at the motion, all you did was tilt your head to the side with a smile.

Anaxa almost hit you in frustration, and chose to close the little distance between you two, snapping at you, “you clearly wanted to—!!” he stopped himself, still too shamed to say it. Since it came down to this, he pushed off of your lap in a feigned rebellion, explaining, “fine, since you aren’t planning to do anything else, I can continue my work?” A part of him hoped you’ll fell for the provocations. Because he didn’t want to be the first to give in, to admit he wanted it.

With a rather heretical approach, you yanked him back for the second time today, booing, “so cold~ come on, anaxa. Forgive me?” He sneered, voice a hitch higher than usual as he spoke, “if you are truly sorry, show me with actions.” But as if his words went in one ear and out the other, you only gave him some small pecks again. He dropped his forehead to your right shoulder, voice muffled as he snapped at you, “you insufferable, stubborn—! I said stop teasing me!”

A lighthearted laugh reached his ears, and he blushed at how unfazed you seemed. It can’t be that he’s the only one losing his mind over this, right? “You are enjoying making a fool out of me, aren’t you?” His hand squeezed enough for your shoulder to actually hurt, and his gaze lowered as he begrudgingly admitted the words you’ve been wanting to hear. “I want you to kiss me properly. There, that’s what you wanted to hear, isn’t it? Indisputable proof that I want this too?”

Though he tried to appear as agitated as possible, the neediness written all over his face was like an open book. He felt something hot burning him from the inside out, the heat was evoking chaos from within, making his heart leap out of his chest. Exposed, vulnerable, and something else he was yet too stubborn to admit.

“So you knew all along what I wanted. Who’s the one playing games now?” You nuzzled your cheek into his hair, it smelled a bit metallic but also like something mysterious. Maybe a touch of mint too? One of your hands climbed up his body, splayed over his back as you slowly peeled his coat off, revealing more skin. He always wore so many layers, how bothersome. Nevertheless, your fingertips danced from the back of his neck down his vertebrae, before resting atop his hips once more, causing him to shudder and arch into the embrace.

Anaxa peeked at you by tilting his head to the left. When your eyes locked, you placed a soft kiss to the side of his temple. He grumbled, tugging his hair behind his ears, revealing the flushed skin there. The soft cling of the chain of his eyepatch breaking the silence.

After he calmed down a little, enough to let you make it up to him, you brushed over his lips with your own. Followed by you grinning against the soft and rosy skin, whispering in a low tone, “I just need to hear you say you want it sometimes too~” The vibrations of your voice tickled his skin, and he clenched his eyes shut as you finally pressed your lips against his.

The pace you set was sensual but demanding, a drastic contrast to the gentle caress you've been prepping him with. It seemed you both weren't too different in the end, nothing but a mess for the touch of the other. At first, it started off with what he was used to, just the simple act of connecting your lips. Yet there was something unusual about the way you did it this time, as if a storm of uncontrolable emotions were behind it. His intuition was right, as it quickly spiraled into something more intimate.

As if experimenting with sensations, you nibbled at his bottom lip carefully, teeth grazing the flesh as softly as you managed. The last thing you’d want is to hurt him, or for him to truly dislike it. Your hands tightened around his slender waist, holding him as if he might disappear any moment. The edge of overprotectiveness made him roll his eye, he wasn’t going anything soon, you were worrying too much.

When you kissed him more deeply, hands wandering slightly to trace the outlines of his body. Always so eager to feel him up, weren’t you? To let your hands caress every last inch of him, to get to know him on the physical and emotional level. You wanted to know where his every weak spot was, his favourite places to be touched, or facts not even he knew about himself. And he gladly let you.

But it’d be a lie to say he wasn’t a little overwhelmed. It wasn’t a problem though, he knew how to adapt fast, and simply let you do it. Going with the flow, wanting to see where this would lead him. Curiosity gnawed at the edge of his mind. That’s why when you suddenly reverted back to the previous smooches, he pulled back and groaned, “you are too much, ruining the build up like that. I might really just go back to work, then we’ll see who’s the idiot.”

You glanced at him with a calculated smile, still messing with him, “since when did you care for the mood?” He scoffed in response, acting more composed than he was, considering he was still gasping for air a moment ago, “what do you take me for?” Suddenly he grabbed you by your collar and snarled, “I already did what you wanted, it’s your turn to hold up your end of the bargain.” The motion caused you to cross the space between you two, and you murmured a little caught off guard, heart beating faster at the closeness, “easy now, whatever you want, anaxa.”

He must have been really fed up, because he crashed his lips against yours, eyes squeezed shut in shame. His actions were a bit rough around the edges, a result of his hastiness. While initially taken aback by the turn of events, you weren’t going to say no to a pretty boy, who’s sitting on your lap, trying to make out with you, were you? His right hand curled into the fabric of your clothes, and his other one gripped your shoulder tightly, as if his strength would suffix in stopping you from breaking the kiss.

Not that you wanted to pull away first, definitely won’t when he was acting this adorable. You cupped his cheek with one hand, thumb brushing over his bottom lip. Soft and slightly wet. Only your upper lips were still connected, and while whispering, you yanked his lower lip down with your finger, “aren’t you a needy thing? Didn’t know you could be so aggressive.”

His breath hitched at the bold tease, eyes widening, a stifled gasp as you pressured him into parting his mouth for you again. “Such a flirt..” The scholar remarked, knuckles tuning white as he held onto you, “you better don’t go around seducing everyone like this.” This made you arch a brow, and he dismissed it, “just saying.” You hummed, reassuring him, “there’s no one I would want to seduce but you.”

Soon, the hand on his cheek climbed to the back of his head, intertwining in his mint green hair. It splayed over his body like the finest silk, soft to the touch and combed. You gently massaged his scalp, cooing at him, “open your mouth.” When he didn’t oblige even after the short break, you wondered, “didn’t you want this, my dear anaxa? Don’t be shy now.” He scoffed yet leaned into your touch and replied, “don’t you dare blame me if it doesn’t feel good.”

So that’s what he was concerned about. If that was all, it wasn’t going to be a hindrance. “I’m sure it will, because I’m doing it with you.” You smiled, he could feel it through his nerves. A shaky exhale escaped his throat, and his gaze dropped down to the floor, all responsibilities temporarily forgotten. His eyes were half-lidded when you tugged at his bottom lip anew, but this time, he obeyed, the tip of the muscle leaving his parted mouth. Your voice felt so dazzlingly warm this time when you whispered, “good boy.”

Soon, your lips locked one more time, a gentle kiss as you both closed your eyes. It started off like a bashful greeting. He was quite rigid, and far too stiff. It didn’t matter to you, it’s not like you were going to grade him based on skill. You turned your head to the side, hand still holding the roots of his hair firmly. Then you tried to help him relax, letting your actions speak louder than words as you both explored the preferences of each other.

Nothing mattered at this moment. Not the cramp in your legs you lied to not have anymore, the ticking of the clock he barely registered, or the way he forgot to breath amidst this dizzy cloud of lust. He could get into a rhythm, and began to gag quietly, twitching at every drag of your tongue. You tilted his head back by tugging at his hair, explaining with a certain tenderness in your voice, “you have to breath through your nose, silly.”

When you kissed him again, you moved slower than before. Easing him into it, gradually speeding up once he got the hang of it. It didn’t matter how it was done, if it was correct or not. The only requirement was that it fulfilled its purpose of bringing a shared pleasure between two people.

He shuddered at the intensity of it all, the feeling of you touching him in such an affectionate way. It didn’t feel like you simply taking from him, no, nothing like a conquest, but more like him willingly bending to your will. Reciprocating everything with an equally potent desperation. Without him noticing, the earlier doubts dissolved, leaving behind a vulnerability that ended in heated acts of passion and quiet whimpers. “ah… ngh- hah-ahhh...” He simply couldn’t help the noises erupted from him.

What do to? His mind was going blank. That’s not good… his heart was busy pounding against its cage and now he couldn’t rely on his brain neither…? Guess the only thing left was to trust you, to go with the flow, and let his carnal desires take over. Who would have thought it could feel this nice? Such tender actions, featherlight touches, resulting in something so intense, he was basically moaning into the kiss…

A whine tore from him, muffled by your soft lips. His senses were focused on you, on the hand that was grabbing his waist, on the hand tugging at his hair, and the barely noticeable pain from the yank. Another shiver raced down his spine, goosebumps broke out across his skin, and his fingers bawled into fists, tears prickling at the corners of his eye. It felt like time stopped just for this moment, for him to enjoy your embrace a little longer, the comfort it all brought. Seriously, you were rendering him to a melting mess.

He got so lost in everything, swallowed whole by the thrilling experience, he didn’t even notice the hand on his hip wandering upward. It slipped over his robes, sliding across his nipples and dipping into the hole located at his chest. Starting off with a careful tap, since you weren’t sure how he would react. Some weird liquid stuck to your fingertips, and you rubbed your fingers together to take mental notes of its consistency. Since it appeared he didn’t even notice your actions, so deeply engulfed he was by your still ongoing kiss, you pushed one finger inside.

As if snapping back to reality, anaxa suddenly tried to push you back and yelped, but to no avail. His hands had no strength behind them, and it felt more like a kittens paws kneading your skin. He whimpered loudly, unaware of his own volume, “ngh- wait… ah!! ♡ w-what are you..?” Yet after getting another taste of your tongue against his, he caved in, he didn’t actively try to pull away anymore. Arms looping around your neck, shoulders raised to his ears as he gasped, “b-be gentle… when you- HnnGh..! Do that…”

Just what was that sensation? He didn’t even know why he suddenly made that sound. And why did he allow you to continue? This didn’t make sense, it was illogical, but maybe he gave his permission because he didn’t want to break the kiss. Because he was drunk on the feeling of you.

Isn’t that pathetic? To have his reason be overwhelmed by primal desires.

Ah, really, he couldn’t care less. If that’s how it turned out, then that’s how it is. He wasn’t one to act all self-righteous.

You whispered between the kisses, reassuring him, “I will, don’t worry, naxa.” That was a nickname he hasn’t heard before. Perhaps it wasn’t as annoying as ‘Anaxa’. Another shudder crashed through him when your index finger submerged in the strange pool, and you swore in a breathless voice, “I promise.”

What a strange sensation, feeling this weird pressure against his chest. It was foreign to both of you. For you, it felt like you were touching condensed water. Kind of cold to the touch, and had a sense of divinity to it. Maybe ichor would be a fitting word for this gooey substance.

Though for Anaxagoras, it was even more vague. Like a strange button that causes his brain to pour out dopamine when pressed. How weirdly pleasurable it was, he felt like his nerves were burning, heat traveled straight to his groin, and he moaned into the kiss, “mhmm..! Ah- I-it feels strange- haaah..” He simply couldn’t wrap his head around this… what to call. None erotic zone..?

Intrigued, you prodded at it, sticking a second finger inside, which caused his breathing to become uneven and ragged. When you rubbed both fingers against what seemed like the other end, he arched his back, choking as saliva drooled down his chin. “Mhmff..! S-stop… I- argh, I-i can’t..” Anaxa cried, tears spilling as he pulled at your clothes on your back, fisting them. You broke the kiss at his request, strings of saliva connected your lips, and you panted a little.

Which was nothing compared to his shaky inhales, head dropped to your shoulder yet again. “A-ahh… damn it.” His entire body was quivering, and you tried pulling your fingers out, though he stopped you, “n-no! Don’t… don’t do anything, just, give me a second. Please…” that little plea slipped from him before he noticed, and the blush on his cheeks spread all the way down to his chest. His nipples perked up, and he subconsciously tried to squeeze his thighs together.

“Of course.” You replied a little too fast, taken aback by this unexpected side of him. Seeing your normally composed and stern Anaxa, who didn’t feel shame under most circumstances, now rendered to a needy thing all because of you. How sweet, how lovely. And you adored him for that. “You only show this side to me, right, Naxy?” After a while, you muttered quietly, the hand once pulling at his hair now stroking them, soothing out the pain.

His glistening tears were still falling down, so you kissed them away, tasting the saltiness and the heat in his cheeks. His eyes were frowning at you, yet also sparkling with desire. What a complex man he was, and so, so precious to you.

“As if I’d act this shameful in front of anyone else…” He snarled, averting his gaze before turning back to glance at your lips. “Kiss me, now. You are more tolerable with your mouth shut.” You couldn’t help but giggle, answering his demand enthusiastically, “anything for my Anaxa.” While you busied him with the kiss, your fingers stirred to life again. Since this condition was so uniquely his, you still weren’t sure what to do. Considering what you have done didn’t hurt him, it will probably be alright to just treat it like a… Hole? For a lack of better wording.

With that mindset, you curled your fingers, wondering if you might find his sweet spot. He cried out at the action, nails scratching your back as you began your research. “Tell me if it hurts.” You whispered, putting off your actions for a bit, waiting for his nod before catching his mouth in another fervent kiss.

The fingers stuck in his chest hole moved around, igniting sparks of pleasure all over his body. Like electricity shooting through him, he couldn’t help but whine out. Shaky sobs as his eyes watered, all of this was becoming much too overwhelming to him. The endless ecstasy overworking his senses, the slide of tongue against tongue in multiple breathless kisses… His chest heaved with each sharp intake of oxygen, and he pushed his body even closer to yours, savouring every moment.

Such a debauched sight, and what a beautifully ruined thing he was, letting lust take over his mind. The short, airy gasps and groans he couldn’t suppress were cheering you on to do more, to make him feel better. “Ah- haah… nghh, hurgh-mmh..! R-right there..♡♡” Anaxa barely managed to form a single coherent word, eyes still shut while he eagerly met each of your advances. His body was moving out of its own accord, he never wanted to appear this needy in front of you, but his body wasn’t listening. It seems no matter how much he tries to fight it, he always loses against you.

You added a third finger, the once bluish green colour of that almost magical substance transforming into a bright pink. To think that liquid could change colours like that, how fascinating. Wet squelching sounds filled the room, and if you weren’t making it up, it appeared that his torso was leaking more goo than before. When you pressed and moved your finger against that one spot he mentioned earlier, he almost lost his mind. At this point, his pants were soaked, revealing a dark, wet spot, spilling precum with every second.

“HnNghh…!! ♥︎♡♥︎” Pitiful professor, weeping even harder at the added pleasure, almost suffocating himself on his sobbing as he attacked your back. Leaving behind red lines along your skin, melting with every thrust of your hand. “Ahh-hic,, t-too much… too- mhMm~! P-please…! ♡♡♥︎” Getting to listen to him make all those noises he’d normally bite back was way too fulfilling a feeling.

With that being said, you fingered that hole some more. Each move drawing out another cute reaction from him. Suddenly it felt like you were dealing with water, because the fluid splashed out with every thrust, dirtying his garments. “Please.. I-I.. really, can’t.. please…♥︎” He begged, grovelled, plead, whatever you could think of. Anything from crying for you to stop to urging you to go faster. It was just too good.

He got drunk on you, your touches, kisses, the way you made him writher and melt. It wouldn’t be an understatement to say he couldn’t live without this anymore, like an addiction that took its roots before he knew. “Ahhh—!! Haa-hngg..! Ugh, h-hic.. ♡♥︎♡” With a final wail, his body gave in to the relentless stimulation, and he whispered between the smooches, “no- nonono, s-stop, I… I don’t want you to s-see me like…. AaAhhHh.?!! ♡♡♥︎”

With every move of your lips, you were taking his breath away, and now you were stealing his words too. A broken sentence as he moaned into your mouth, tongue trembling against yours as he came into his pants, making such a big mess. The dark spot from earlier grew in size, nestled nicely between his spread legs, still unable to close them due to your position. You could swear some of his cum seeped through the fabric.

His once orderly clothes, without a single wrinkle, was now disheveled, half stripped off his shoulders. Robes thrown onto the ground, shirt stained with the sticky fluids that dripped down from the edges of his chest window. Such a lewd appearance, you would have never expect it from your proper and honest blasphemer. Then again, for some, what you two just did might be blasphemous as well.

For the longest moment, he just held onto you with shaking hands, little hiccups ripped from his throat. To be honest, not just his palms, his entire frame was shaking with the afterglow of his release. He basked in it for the longest while. Afterwards, he loosened himself from the kiss. Head hanging low as he slumped forwards, panting like he just ran a marathon. Poor thing really wasn’t build for physical activities. While he clenched onto your chest, seemingly trying to hide himself from your preying eyes, you slowly removed your fingers.

While the liquid did feel sticky, and it did cling to your fingers, it also kind of didn’t really stick. It simply came off, as if it wasn’t compatible with the human skin. Anaxa peeked up at you, his eyepatch hanging slightly off. His face was still as red as before, and the residual tears on his face were beginning to dry. For some reason, he had that annoyed expression again as he mumbled accusingly, “what are you doing this time.” You answered a little in awe, “look, it has such an unique consistency. I wonder what—”

With an obviously displeased huff, he grabbed your hand and stuffed your fingers into his mouth. Licking off the goo that apparently caught your attention. You haven’t even processed what just happened when he stuck his tongue out from between your digits, smirking as he declared, “you are making such a foolish expression, haha~” He sucked at you one last time, lips sealing around you, before he let go of your wrist and pulled the fingers out.

Despite him having stopped already, you needed a few seconds to get back on track, and when you saw him crossing his arms in front of his chest, you muttered as if something clicked, “ah right. I just remembered someone gets awfully needy post-orgasm.” Then, a chuckle escaped you before you could hold yourself back, and he immediately retorted with a rosy blush, “w-why are you laughing while looking at me like that?” Your arms snaked around him, just holding him, and he leaned into your embrace almost too eagerly.

“Oh? Am I wrong to assume you did that because you wanted my attention?” You smiled, that irritating thing you always did to mess with his already pouncing heart. Stupid thing, one day he was going to rip it out of his chest. “Irrational conclusion, I was doing it out of impulse, there’s no correlation.” Who was he kidding, it goes without saying that you didn’t believe him.

“Yea right, then how about you get off me and resume grading the papers?” His brows furrowed, and he gritted his teeth, “…no. I want more rest.” And you were back to where you began, teasing each other nonstop. “Rest somewhere else then~” Your almost snag the last part. For a split of a second, he wavered, before giving you a quick peck. Arms located around your neck anew, holding your gaze as he finally confessed, “alright, fine, I was a little… annoyed. So stay, and don’t move. I want…”

He stopped himself, eyes half-lidded while his fingers played with your shirt, trying to divert his focus or something. You waited, but still urged him by saying, “you want…?” Anaxagoras groaned in frustration and embarrassment, whispering something along the lines of ‘this is humiliating’, before admitting begrudgingly, “want you to hold me, okay? Only for a bit, then I have to continue my work… so you better enjoy it to the fullest.”

With a grin that yelled, ‘yes’, you followed his command to the point, basically cuddling him and smothering him with kisses. He permitted the attack, letting out a heartfelt laugh when you rubbed your cheeks together. Enjoying the aftercare as he allowed himself to bath in this warmth he never wanted to let go of, never again.