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You didn't realize how nice it would be to have a boyfriend- wait, no, that wasn't quite right. You didn't realize how nice it would be to have such an attentive, doting, eager-to-please boyfriend like Sol.
Becoming friends with him is as easy as falling, the two of you chatting and joking as if you'd known one another all your lives. The interest follows shortly after, sped along by long looks, gentle touches and a resonant but gentle voice murmuring your name and praise. How could you not fall for someone so attuned to you?
There is something that you find enticing, though, besides the care and attention.
It's making Sol break.
"Mm, baby, you're doing so well.." The words are half-mumbled, half-kissed against the musky underside of Sol's swollen cock, the heavy sacs underneath bumping against your cheek and the side of your chin. What had started out as some making out and light-petting turned into your making what, you reasoned, was a simple request. Sol would do his best to not cum while you played with him and, when you were done, you'd ride him bare. His initial reaction made you think he wouldn't last past you undoing the button of his ripped jeans but it was going on ten minutes of you teasing the dark-haired male, the green in his strands nearly as dark as the rest with how he's sweating. Bathing him with a trail of sucking kisses from his base up along the vein running down the underside of his cock you tongue at the base of the flared head, the faintly salty, not-quite bitter taste of his precum coating him. "God, you taste good. Are you gonna cum down my throat if I suck you, darling?"
The sound torn from Sol is somewhere between a moan and a sob, back arched almost entirely off the couch. His long-sleeved shirt was pulled up just above his belly button, pants open and boxer-briefs tugged down to mid-thigh. He had one hand clenched in his own hair, the other digging so hard onto his left thigh you knew it would leave impressive bruises."Ple-ah, p, pumpkin, ha-!" His eyes squeeze shut before popping open quickly, torn between needing to watch and being overwhelmed by the sight. Watching won out - it always does - those hearthfire eyes a sliver of amber around bottomless black pupils. "Oh fuck, oh, oh -please- pumpkin, baby, my lo-"
You come up to swirl your tongue over the weeping head of his cock just then, a fat dollop of precum leaking from the tip. Humming at the taste you use the tip of your tongue to tease at that slit, Sol's hips shuddering as if hit with electricity. You have to draw back so as not to accidently nick Sol with your teeth though as soon as he settles you're breathing over the damp skin, palming the flushed length in your right hand as you speak again. "You're soaked, hon," you murmur, giving a few easy strokes to emphasize your point. "So wet and thick for me. I don't think I can wait much longer." Sol seems to be beyond words, each exhale on a moan or groan.
When you pull away Sol gives a distressed cry, shuddering from the loss. It shifts to a shaky exhale as you drop your pants and underwear, kicking them out of the way and moving to straddle him. He meets you halfway as he leans forward and all but devours you, his tongue delving past your lips and teeth to stroke at tongue and cheeks, chasing his taste in your mouth. After several minutes you break the kiss to breathe, both of your panting and his hands resting on your hips, holding you more gently than he hands himself. You lean in for another softer, warm kiss, breaking it before he can suck you into his orbit, foreheads pressed together.
"Sol," you murmur and he tries to look at you, your own gaze unfocused from the closeness and only able to take in smears of color. "I'm going to sit on your cock now, alright?"
His nod jars both of your heads and you draw back, his bi-colored strands nearly whipping you in the face. "Yes, yes my darling, please, please sit on my cock-"
"Sol," you admonish and he whimpers, body trembling underneath you. When he seems able to focus again you continue. "I'm going to ease you into my tight hole and you're going to be a good boy and stay still for me, yes?" He lets out another whimper, head falling back against the couch and eyes squeezing shut. "You're so thick, baby. So thick and wet I want to take you all at once. You don't want to hurt me, do you?"
Sol whines this time, dragging his head up from where it'd fallen back and shaking his head. "Wouldn't hurt you," he murmurs, voice almost slurred. "Couldn't hurt you, never, it'll be good, so good, please baby-"
The kiss this time was to sooth, to silence, to settle. "I know, dearheart, I know." One hand moves between you, guiding his dripping cock to your entrance as you smile down at him, the gentle look of a devil in disguise. "Keep still until I'm ready, alright? Can you do that?"
Sol's eyes are a sea of black, the pupil all but taken over as he nods fantrically. You pause, lick your lips and take a breath before pressing down.
And down.
And down.
"Fuck, you're big," you pant but you've been teasing the both of you long enough that it's a steady, if slow, decent. Underneath you Sol has gone still, hands frozen in place at your hips and even holding his breath. It allows you to focus on keeping relaxed and letting gravity do the work, your own head tilting back with your eyes closed. When you're finally flushed hips to hips you can't help a sharp cry as the head of Sol's cock bumps that spot that makes you see stars, breath coming out in a rush. "God, that's good-"
"Icanmove?" The words are a rushed breath and Sol's fingers flex at your hips. "Now?"
You take a moment to breathe and lick your lips, lowering your head to nod at him. "Yes-yes!"
No sooner than you'd spoken the words Sol's grip on your hips tightened and he drew you up, dropping you back down on his cock as he thrust upward. It's a matter of seconds before he's pounding up into you, hitting that soft spot within you that makes stars explode behind your closed eyelids "S-Sol! Oh! Yes!"
One hand moves from your hip to wrap around your waist, the other sliding up once you're secured there to grip the back of your neck. Sol jerks down and it pulls you forward, eyes flying open as you feel as if you're about to lose balance. "Eyes on me," he demands, thrusts slowing and becoming longer, deeper. "I want, you, to look, at me, always," he pants, emphasizing his words with powerful thrusts that send static over your skin.
"Yessss," you moan, eyes starting to flutter before Sol flexes his fingers, short nails digging into the back of your neck. "Yes, fuck, it's good, Sol, so deep, you know, know how, how to-" It's getting harder to think, to string words together. The change in angle has his cock sliding along your sensitive parts rather than pounding against the one and you can feel yourself trembling, getting wound tighter and tighter. "oh, fuck I, I'm gonna-"
"Do it." Sol looks crazed, firelight eyes glazed and wide, the wet sound of your fucking ringing in your eyes. "Cum on my dick, love."
"Sol!" You wind so tight you finally break, shuddering and clenching around Sol, held together only by his arm around your waist and the palm gripping the back of your neck. You can't keep your eyes open but you know that he's drinking in your expression, his own a mix of love and lust and hunger and need as well as that manic glint you've seen but haven't been able to place. Then you feel his cock swell, sacs drawing in tight and then he's coming, thick, hot ropes of his seed bursting inside of you as if eager to become a part of you. You're shuddering around him with your own orgasm as he cums, filling you more and more until you can't take any more and it starts to leak out in between you, your joint hips becoming even slicker with your fluids.
The pair of you all but melt into the couch, Sol's grip changing from bruising to tender, your head fallen onto his shoulder. It takes some minutes for your breathing to even out, for the minor tremors in your limbs to settle and when you finally come back to yourself you realize that Sol is lightly snoring, the sound more like heavy breathing than anything else. "Sol?"
There's a slight jerk as the other comes to, the hand that had been sliding from the back of your neck shifting back into place and stroking you gently. "Yeah, pumpkin?"
"We should have a shower."
Sol groans, the hand at your neck sliding down to your waist. "Love, I don't know if I can even move right now. You've sucked out my bones."
You snort a laugh, pulling back to look at him. "What! You made that up?"
Sol looks - wrecked. Utterly wrung-out and destroyed. His hair is clinging to his head on the sides and sticking out like crazy from where he'd grabbed it trying to keep still earlier, skin coated in sweat, eyes blown. The dark circles under his eyes are even more prominent than usual and you make a promise to make him sleep over more so that you can make sure he actually sleeps.
Dragging heavy hands up you cup his face, fluttering kisses over his cheeks, his nose, his brow. Sol closes his eyes, humming with a quiet smile coming to his lip. "My love, we are soiled beyond what a damp cloth alone could fix," you murmur, brushing your cheeks together. "If you're too tired to stand, we can sit and let the shower run." You thought that a bath would be a terrible idea, seeing as Sol looked fit to fall unconscious at any moment.
It takes some light coaxing, a few dozen kisses and promises of sharing a shower before Sol groans his assent, relaxing his grip enough for you to ease carefully off of him and up. Your hips and sensitive areas are deliciously sore and you hold out a hand for Sol, helping to peel him off of the couch working his bottoms the rest of the way off before stripping you both of your upper layers and heading for the bathroom, hand in hand.
A half an hour after showering, drying off and crawling into bed, you're wide awake.
Bacon cheeseburger. Onion rings. Chicken nuggies. "Sol?"
The man is unconscious beside you, those heavy breaths of not-quite snores coming steadily. You wait several heartbeats before pushing the covers off of you, shifting to roll out of bed. You get maybe a quarter of a roll away before a hand shoots out and grasps your hip, pulling a startled squeak from you. "Sol!"
When you look over at the other in the dim lighting there's a bleary eye blinking at you, most of his face buried in the pillow. "Where goin'?" He sounds half-asleep and, honestly, still sex-drunk, your heart giving a proud flutter at having worn him out so fully.
"I'm hungry." Sol tugs and you roll back towards him, getting wrapped up in his arms. "I was gonna go to that place a few blocks over and get a burger."
"Mm. Stay here."
You huff, wiggling in his surprisingly strong grip. "But I'll wither away! Starve to death! You don't want to date a corpse, do you? Some shriveled, dried-up husk?"
There's some disgruntled noises, the man going silent before speaking up again. "We could order in?"
"And pay $10 extra dollars for a $12 meal, plus tip and fees? No, thank you. Come on, I'll be gone for like twenty minutes max." You hear Sol grumble before there's another lower, deeper grumble - his stomach. "See! You're hungry, too. I can grab something for us both and come back with food while you rest."
"Nngh, I don't like the idea of you out around here this late."
"Sol, honey, it's barely 10pm," you argue before perking. "So then you'll come with?" As much as you would love for him to sleep more, it's obvious he's not going to, even if he was willing to let you go out without him. He would just sit up and worry. "We can eat there and come right back. No worry, no mess. Easy!"
Sol grunts.
"Sol." No answer. "Sol, honey. I'm going either way-" The arms around you tighten, squeezing you closer. "-so you can stay here and worry, or you can come with me and not worry AND get fed. Which will it be?"
Sol is quiet for long enough that you feel like he's probably fallen asleep again, so you start to ease out of his arms. The limbs tighten from where they'd gone lax and there's a long-suffering sight pulled from the hot lump against you, long limb unwinding. "Food," he agrees reluctantly, pushing the covers off of him. "Then it's right back here."
"Agreed!"
You're at the fast-food restaurant in around ten minutes, food ordered and received shortly after you arrive. Sol drops into the booth like a man having been through war and doesn't even make it halfway through his fries before he's out again, an arm slung over the back of the booth's seat, the long line of his throat exposed.
Perhaps you're still riding high. You tend to gain energy after a good round of fucking but had yet to see your partner in such a state. Munching on your own onion rings you pull out your phone, adding a quick caption ('Us after pound town'} and recording yourself before flipping the perspective to where Sol is passed out, seemingly dead to the world. It's a short enough clip that you send it to him via text, grinning when you hear the little buzz of his phone and the most he does is twitch a finger.
Next time, you'll fuck him fully unconcious.