𔓕ㅤׂ 🧁ㅤׅ mars ᷼ ᷼

he didn’t move. didn’t blink too much. just stared at the way your eyelashes fluttered with dreams, how your lips parted slightly when you breathed out that little sigh every few seconds.

his fingers twitched like he wanted to reach out and brush a strand of hair from your forehead, but he didn’t dare. scared you’d wake up. scared the moment would break.

he memorized everything - the curve of your cheek, the way your nose scrunched just slightly. a quiet warmth bloomed in his chest. the fact that you trusted him enough to sleep right beside him while he stayed awake watching over you like some guard dog.

the moment your breathing changed, shifting from deep sleep to soft wakefulness, dex held his breath. he hadn’t meant to disturb you, but instinct had taken over: one arm slowly curling around your waist, gently pulling you back into him.

his chest pressed lightly against your back as he spooned you from behind, careful not to squeeze too tight. the warmth between you two was immediate and his heartbeat thudded in his ears.

“is everything okay?” your voice came out drowsy and sweet. he felt something melt inside him.

"yeah," he murmured, low and tender, different from his usual voice. "everything's okay."

unexpectedly, dex pressed a soft kiss to the side of your neck, just below your ear. his lips were warm and gentle as they trailed down along your skin, feather-light at first like testing waters but quickly growing bolder when you didn’t pull away or protest.

one hand slid slowly up under the hoodie you were wearing, fingertips grazing bare skin with careful strokes. his touch was curious but worshipful as if every inch of you was something sacred worth memorizing by heart.

his fingers traced the curve of your shoulder, then down your arm, mapping every dip and softness like he was committing it to memory. when his hand reached yours - he laced your fingers together gently.

then he shifted closer. with slow, deliberate movements, like you were something fragile and precious, dex turned slightly and pressed himself fully against you from behind. chest flush to back now, one leg hooking lightly over yours under the blankets.

he kissed a new spot on your neck, a little lower this time and exhaled softly there before leaving another kiss right after. each touch was tender but growing needier by the second. the space between you vanished completely as he pulled you even tighter into him.

his breathing deepened as his warm hand moved upward. fingertips brushed over your collarbone first, then hesitated for just a heartbeat near your chest.

every movement was careful, reverent even as if he were touching something infinitely valuable. his palm flattened gently against you through the thin fabric of the hoodie, applying soft pressure like a question rather than an assumption.

then he kissed you again and at the same time let his thumb trace slow circles right over where his heart was racing against yours.

"dex..."

his fingers slipped fully under the hoodie now, warm fingers meeting your body as his hand glided upward, past your stomach, over your ribs. the fabric bunched slightly around his wrist as he moved.

palm open and tender again, dex let his hand rest gently over you, skin to skin, and a shiver ran through him. you were soft and plush under his touch.

he didn’t grab or squeeze; instead he cupped slowly, the curve fitting perfectly in the shape of his large palm and began moving with delicate pressure: thumb brushing lightly across sensitive skin while kissing down from your neck toward that spot where shoulder meets collarbone.

his touch turned firmer. dex began gently squeezing your breasts through his careful palm movements: soft presses at first, then rhythmic little kneading motions like he was trying to memorize the feel of you.

each squeeze sent warmth radiating between you both - his heartbeat thudding faster against your back - and his kisses grew hungrier down your neck and shoulder.

he wasn’t being greedy or pushy; every action was still loving in its own way. tender even as it became more intimate. but there was need there too - an ache building quietly inside him that made his breath come out warmer, heavier with each exhale against your skin.

his hands moved with more familiarity now, no longer hesitant, but still worshipful in their touch. dex cupped each breast fully this time, thumbs circling slowly before focusing on your nipples, rubbing small circles at first, testing your sensitivity.

seconds after, his fingers pinched lightly, but enough to tease; rolling softly between thumb and forefinger while his other hand kept massaging the opposite side.

you could feel the firm press against your backside as dex held you close. he was completely hard now, a thick ridge straining through his sweatpants where his hips naturally curled into yours.

he didn’t try to hide it or pull away; there was no shame in him. the tension in his body had shifted: every breath came deeper, slower with restraint - but obvious arousal hummed beneath the surface. when you subtly shifted adjusting without meaning to, it sent a jolt straight through him. dex bit down softly on your shoulder before kissing over the spot apologetically.

"mm… I’m sleepy," you mumbled, voice thick with drowsiness, your body going heavier against the pillows as exhaustion tugged you back toward dreams.

a soft whine almost escaped him at your words. he hesitated for only a second before pressing closer again, his arms tightening around your waist and then slowly, carefully began to grind his hips back once against yours.

just a little roll of his pelvis through the fabric; testing if maybe you’d wake up enough to respond. one hand still lazily kneaded your breast while he kissed along your jawline: slow pecks followed by open-mouthed ones that were more breath than lips.

you turned around fully this time, twisting in his arms with a suddenness that surprised even him and your mouth crashed into dex’s.

your lips parted wide, desperate and open-mouthed, kissing him like you’d been wanting this all night without realizing it. tongues met clumsily at first, warm and eager but quickly found rhythm: sliding together in messy, hungry exploration.

dex gasped softly against your kiss; caught off guard by the intensity of it but he didn’t pull away as both hands immediately flew to cup your face. his thumbs stroked along your cheeks while his lips moved frantically over yours: kissing back just as desperately.

the kiss deepened, messy and breathless. your lips clung to his like you couldn’t get close enough; teeth accidentally brushing in the heat of it before tongues tangled again.

dex made a low sound in his throat as he kissed you back harder. one hand stayed cradling your face while the other slipped down to grip your shoulder, then slide around to press firmly against the small of your back.

he pulled you flush against him as much as possible, the space between gone now and tilted his head just slightly so your mouths could align perfectly.

his breathing came fast and shallow through flared nostrils; every exhale warm on damp skin when you briefly broke apart for air.

"dex, we should sleep, have to get up early tomorrow"

he stilled instantly, lips parting from yours, breath catching in his chest. for a second, he just stared at you: eyes wide and slightly dazed, lips swollen from kissing.

his body screamed no, every nerve still buzzing with warmth and want but the logical part of him knew you were right. still, it took everything in him to nod slowly instead of arguing or begging for five more minutes.

"yeah," he whispered hoarsely, voice thick with restraint and maybe disappointment too but not frustration toward you. he tucked your head back against his shoulder and adjusted the blanket over the both of you.

the room settled into quiet again. just the soft hum of the AC and moonlight painting stripes across the bed. dex shifted carefully, curling around you like a human shield. one arm stayed wrapped firmly around your waist while his other hand rested near your face, fingertips lightly brushing your hair every now and then.

dex pressed one last kiss at your temple. the rhythm of your breathing synced first, slow, even inhales and exhales that deepened as sleep pulled you under. he felt the exact moment your body went fully relaxed against him.