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Andrew lay in bed, still sleepy and vaguely horny despite being woken up by Neil shutting the door too hard. He’s back from his run, and Andrew bites her lip in anticipation. On the mornings Andrew doesn’t get out of bed and start making breakfast - or at least coffee - while he’s running, Neil always comes into the room to check on her. Sometimes she’s still asleep, sometimes she’s just lazing in bed, and sometimes it’s a bad day and she doesn’t want company. Regardless of her mood, seeing Neil’s sweaty, rock-solid body is a treat, whether she indulges in it or not.
Today is a good day. And when Neil quietly opens their bedroom door and sees her sleepy blink, he cringes apologetically. “Sorry,” he apologizes for having shut the front door loud enough to wake her up. “I didn’t realize you were still asleep when I came in.” She shakes her head, brushing his apology aside, and eyes him up and down.
True to form, Neil is covered in sweat. He doesn’t run shirtless, but he often takes his shirt off seconds after coming home. He hasn’t yet, was apparently too curious to know where and how Andrew was, and she watches and chews her lip as he pulls at the front of it repeatedly, trying to fan himself and circulate air up into his shirt.
“How’d you sleep?” He asks, sitting on the bed right next to her. She hums noncommittally, uninterested in anything that isn’t seeing more of his sweaty muscles. His shorts are already short when he runs, and sitting down like this has pushed them up more. Andrew tightens her thighs and curls her toes, hidden in the blanket. “Andrew?”
She pulls her gaze back up to his face with a, “Hmm?” and scowls when she sees his smirk. “What?” She snaps.
“I asked if I could kiss you,” he informs her.
She rolls her eyes. “If you must,” she says, though she fists the hem of his shirt and tugs as he’s on his way down.
Immediately, she groans when he kisses her. Neil doesn’t ever play games the way she does, pretending like she isn’t as desperate for him as she really is. Neil is always earnest in his desire, has only ever been transparent in his need for her. His kisses are hungry and deep, and Andrew wraps a hand around the side of his neck to keep him there. She bites his bottom lip and hears him groan, and he leans over her body, a hand on either side of her head on the mattress. She swallows back a whine and arches her back, trying to press her body against his.
Andrew threads her fingers through his hair and with another hand thumbs at his nipple through his shirt. Neil’s breath catches and she hears the rasp of their satin sheets as he grips them in a fist. Andrew can’t possibly pull Neil’s face closer to hers, but luckily Neil starts picking up on what she’s putting down. His big, warm hand slides under the blanket, over her hip and down the side of her thigh, finding she’s still in her tiny, short, sleep shorts - basically loose underwear, they’re so small - and humming into her mouth.
Suddenly, he pulls away, leaving her gasping and reeling stupidly. “Wh-”
“I’m used to eating when I come back,” he laughs. “I’m hungry. What should we do for breakfast?”
Andrew squints at him in a glare and grabs the front of his shirt. “My pussy,” she says, and yanks him back down, this time pulling him until he’s on top of her.
Neil comes easily, laughing, and Andrew hates that she played right into his hands. Asshole. He kisses her until she’s gasping and she hitches a thigh over his hip, arching up into him. She can feel his erection and for a moment, she’s almost tempted even though he hasn’t earned that, yet.
“Neil,” she pants, and whines shamelessly when he starts kissing down her neck. He hums in question and she says, “Go, go. Fuck me.” She pushes his shoulders down repeatedly, urging him on.
Neil pushes up, then, laughing, and says, “Alright, alright. You wanna take ‘em off, or should I?” He turns to grab the dildo she prefers him to use from its spot in her dresser, and Andrew hurriedly pushes off her shorts and panties, yanks up her shirt, and pulls the top of her bra down, letting her boobs get pushed up in between the two pieces of clothing. It makes them look phenomenal, she knows.
When Neil turns back around, he looks at her and groans, pained. Andrew revels in it.
“God, Andrew,” he whispers, and moves back to the foot of the bed in a trance. He sets the dildo down and starts to climb up between her legs, but she puts a bare foot on his shoulder and halts him. He leans down and kisses her calf, but waits, staring at her.
“You, too,” she commands.
Neil smirks, clearly hearing the raw need in her voice. She’ll kick him about it later. He straightens back up and rucks up the front of his shirt before he reaches over his head to take it off, pulling at the collar until the whole shirt slides over his head, messing up his hair. Andrew swallows. She loves watching the way guys take off their shirts, their traps bulging as they pull, their chests flexing. The way the shirt slides down their arms when it’s over their shoulders and arm muscles. Neil tosses the disgusting shirt at her face and she bats it away, letting it fall to the ground, hungrily staring at his chest and abs.
Fuck, Neil’s so hot.
It’s not even like he’s crazy muscular. In the torso, Andrew’s more defined than he is, and her core is certainly stronger than his. Her upper body strength is almost as strong as his, too, since he doesn’t use a whole lot of it like she does as a goalie. But Neil is tight, and he’s solid. He’s not particularly thick or broad, but he’s perfect for her to sink her hands and teeth into and feel almost nothing but muscle. And she loves the imperfections made by all his fucking scars. Loves that some of them are sensitive in a good way.
When Neil drops his tiny shorts and even tinier briefs, Andrew bites her lip, because she really loves his thighs, and she really wants him to fuck her with that cock, and she really, really wants him to shove her face down until she chokes on it and squeeze her face with those thighs so she can’t move away until she has to breathe -
Andrew spreads her thighs and lets him crawl up the bed to her. Instead of just stopping at her pussy, though, he grins and continues crawling up her body, and she wraps her arms around his neck and shoulders to haul him down into a kiss. Neil obeys happily, humming into the kiss even as she wraps a thigh over his hip and digs a heel into his ass. He grinds his cock against her body and groans. Then, he palms her breast and pulls away from her mouth to suck a nipple into his, instead.
Andrew gasps and lets her head fall back, rolling her hips up against his. “Neil,” she breathes.
He pinches the other nipple and she jumps, so he lets go and slides that hand down her body and straight to her pussy. She digs her fingers into his shoulders when he starts stroking her clit with two fingertips, alternating each finger like he’s plucking a guitar string. Andrew doesn’t know what to do with herself, and all she can really do is take it. All she wants to do is take it.
“Fuck, Neil,” she moans, arching her back. “In me,” she directs. Neil switches nipples and grabs the dildo. Andrew’s a fucking waterfall of wetness on a bad day, so he just wiggles it against her before slowly sliding it in.
Andrew’s back arches off the bed as she breathes into the stretch. Fuck, she loves being filled up, and loves even more making Neil fuck her with a dildo instead of with his own cock. Even better is the fact that this dildo is almost exactly the same as Neil’s own cock. She’d picked it out with his in mind, and she knows he knows it, knows she has him fuck her with it because she’s imagining it’s really his. One day. One day, she’ll let him. But she thinks he kind of likes being denied the honor, too, because he always comes so fast when she finally takes pity on him after she’s done getting hers.
Neil holds the dildo right under his own cock, as if he’s fucking her with his own instead of a silicone stand-in. He keeps the arm holding it tucked in close so Andrew can wrap her legs around his hips and clutch at him.
“Oh!” She can’t keep it in when he starts thrusting. The dildo really is good, and his rhythm is good and the angle is perfect. “Oh, fuck, Neil, your cock is so good,” she whispers.
Neil pulls off her nipple and buries his face in her neck to groan and work on a hickey where she’s so sensitive. She digs her short nails into his skin and he fucks her harder.
It’s so good, it’s so good, and it’s almost enough, but even more than her cock, she’d woken up wanting the soft, wet, warmth of his mouth. He moans against her neck and she digs fingers into his hair, pulling him off.
He hisses and pants when she pulls his hair hard enough to force his head back, making him look at her. “Your mouth, now,” she tells him, and lets go of his hair. “Leave the dildo in, though,” she adds before he can discard it.
Neil laughs and starts kissing down her body, scraping his teeth against her but never with enough pressure to leave a mark even though she wouldn’t mind. She keeps her hands on his shoulders, and then in his hair when he finally stops where he should’ve been all along. He uses two fingers from one hand to spread her pussy’s lips, and she sighs as soon as she feels the very first swipe of the tip of his tongue, teasing at her clit.
Andrew’s moans are breathy and she clutches at Neil’s hair, pulling at him just a little to tell him to give her more.
Neil’s licks start getting harder, just enough pressure that it’s no longer teasing, and she moans loud and long when he wraps his lips around her clit and sucks. Her knees nearly box his ears, and he laughs against her and throws her thighs over his shoulders. That just makes her dig her heels into his back, probably hard enough to be uncomfortable or even hurt, but she can’t care about it right now and he doesn’t seem to.
Once she’s situated comfortably for him, Neil continues sucking her clit into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it like her taste is the only thing keeping him sane, and he also starts fucking her again with the dildo.
Andrew nearly comes undone. She arches off the bed and clutches his hair with one hand and pinches a nipple with her other. “Oh, fuck,” she breathes. Neil moans and it vibrates against her clit. She rolls her hips into his mouth and then just…doesn’t stop. She continues and he lets her, embraces the way she spreads her wetness all over his lips and cheeks and chin and loves it. Andrew can hear him grunting and feels him grunting as he fucks his hips into the mattress, probably at the same pace he’s fucking her with the dildo.
“Up,” she begs, and he angles the dildo up slightly and then it’s hitting her g-spot so well she breaks out in goosebumps. “Fuck!” She gasps, and her mouth stays open as she forgets to breathe. “Oh, fuck,” she chokes out. Her hips start rolling again and her thighs tremble, but then suddenly there’s a forearm wrapped around her hip and pressing down on both hipbones, slamming her ass back down onto the mattress.
She looks down in surprise, mouth still open, and Neil makes eye contact with her before he moans and closes his eyes, brows furrowing as he dives back in. He eats her out like she’s going to be his last meal, like he’ll never be allowed to eat again, like it’s the only taste he’s ever wanted in his mouth. She’s so fucking close, Neil’s mouth warm and soft while his cock fills her hard and fast.
“Faster,” she all but squeaks, and gasps when Neil grunts and shifts onto his knees and forearms to do just that. He fucks her with the cock as fast as he can, she can hear him panting with the exertion of it against her pussy. Neil gives her a long, flat-tongued lick and then focuses back on her clit again and Andrew comes with a high-pitched whine she’d be embarrassed about if she had the mental capability to be. Neil groans with her like he’s feeling it, too, and he slows his thrusts and eases his tongue but doesn’t stop either until she’s pushing his head away and then his wrist.
Neil tosses the dildo to the side and starts pressing kisses along Andrew’s inner thighs, not minding the spots of her wetness at all. He cleans her up with his tongue for now, and the whole time, Andrew lay on her back, eyes wide at the ceiling, panting, because fuck, that orgasm was insane.
Andrew starts stretching from her spot on the bed, extending her legs and flexing toes, calves, thighs, then wiggling her hips into stretches, and her back and shoulders and even arms. She lets out groans as she does it and god, it feels like that orgasm has just awakened her from a thousand-year slumber. As she moves her body, Neil loves on it, his hands gentle and his kisses even more so, and fuck, is she soft for him.
Luckily, he’s not soft right now, though, and when he crawls back up her body to kiss her sweetly, she hums into it and lets her hands trail down his shoulders, over his chest, across his abs, and down into his groin before she grasps his cock in her hand. He gasps and then groans, resting his forehead on her shoulder.
“Fuck, Andrew,” he groans, voice cracking. She hums and squeezes just enough to make him jerk his hips into her hand.
“Love how soft you are here,” she murmurs to him. Neil laughs, a little hysterical, and she knows he’s laughing at the irony of being calls ‘soft’ when he’s rock hard like this. “Your skin, I mean,” she tells him. He nods but doesn’t respond to it.
“Andrew,” he begs instead. His voice is hoarse and his entire body is shaking. Andrew grins at him and starts stroking him slowly. “Andrew.” The beg is delicious, and Andrew feels a spark of warmth in her belly.
“Roll over,” she tells him.
Neil groans and does as she asks, flopping to her side on his back and visibly fighting the urge to reach for her. Andrew hums, pleased, and forces her body to cooperate. She rolls over him, straddling his hips, and he grabs the sheets tightly to stop himself from touching her.
Andrew grabs Neil’s cock and situates it so its laying straight on his groin, pointing up, and she hovers over it. Neil’s breath hitches, but she’s looking beneath herself, wanting to get this right the first time.
Andrew reaches between her legs and spreads her pussy lips open before slowly sitting down so that they’re resting on either side of Neil’s cock, surrounding it with her heat. Neil swears viciously in another language, sounds like French, and she slowly settles her weight on him. His eyes flit between Andrew's face, her breasts still pushed up by her bra, and her pussy cupping his cock.
Cautiously, not wanting to move wrong and dislodge her tentative seat, Andrew rocks curiously and groans when the head of Neil’s cock nudges her sensitive clit. Neil’s hands fly to his face and cover it as he groans brokenly into his hands. Andrew leans back and braces her hands on Neil’s thighs and she sighs as she swivels her hips to grind up and down his length.
“Oh my god,” Neil chokes out.
Andrew pauses and leans forward again to grab Neil’s hands, and he looks at her with a fiery hunger that makes her wetter instantly. The next grind, she knows Neil feels it because he groans. Andrew guides Neil’s hands to her hips and squeezes them, letting him know to keep his hands on her. She braces on his thighs again and waits.
Slowly, carefully, Neil guides her hips forward and down, and he breathes like the air’s been punched out of his lungs. His fingers squeeze her hips and she bites her lip. He pushes her back. Every time she moves, her clit gets stimulation and the shaft of Neil’s cock does, too, and with the way she feels his thighs clenching under her hands, it won’t be long for either of them.
“Fuck, Andrew, you’re so hot,” he groans. Andrew’s not sure if he means attractive or the heat from her pussy, but she’s flattered all the same and she squeezes his thighs harder as she grinds down. Neil’s building up speed in her hips, and she’s sighing out breathy little moans as she moves and gets more clit stimulation. “Fuck,” Neil moans, staring down at her pussy. Andrew wonders if he likes the site of her lips resting around his cock like a sleeve. “Gonna come,” he warns her.
“Do it,” she breathes, pants. “Come on, baby.”
Either the pet name is a secret weapon she needs to utilize more or the pleasure has just built up enough, because Neil keeps furiously rocking her over his cock even as he comes, painting his belly. Andrew’s whining out moans every rock as she grinds her clit against his cock, and then she’s folding forward, planting her hands on Neil’s chest as she shudders through another orgasm. Neil swears and continues rocking her as she comes all over his cock, almost sobbing with the intensity. She digs her nails into his chest and presses her forehead against it while she shakes.
“Andrew,” he breathes, and then hands are slowly petting through her hair and down her back as she shakes on top of him.
Slowly, he rolls her over, onto her side, and once they shift into a comfortable position, he holds her to his chest while her trembles subside. They pant together and he kisses her temple and combs his fingers through her hair, brushing it back from her sweaty face. She has one arm tucked between their bodies and another thrown around his back, holding him tightly.
When she’s calm again, Neil kisses her cheek and mumbles he’ll be right back. He’s gone quite a while but Andrew waits, and eventually Neil comes back with a towel over his shoulder and a cup of hot chocolate with a straw so she doesn’t even have to sit up, and a waffle. Andrew moans in tired gratitude. She lets Neil set the hot chocolate down for now, but takes the waffle, and rolls to her back to spread her legs gracelessly.
Neil grabs the damp towel and wipes her off, getting her completely clean, and even wipes between her ass cheeks, where the wetness has trickled down. She’s glad, because she fucking hates the feeling. Once she’s cleaned, he uses the dry end to gently pat her dry. He tosses it toward the hamper when he’s done, and then he crawls in bed next to her and kisses her cheek again.
“Damn, if I’d’ve known we were gonna do all that, I could’ve skipped my run,” he jokes after a while.
Andrew snorts around the last bite of her waffle and picks up the hot chocolate. It’s actually only warm, because Neil never makes it hot enough because he hates seeing her wince when she burns her tongue. Asshole. She suddenly remembers thinking that earlier, though she can’t remember what for. She kicks his shin anyway and he whines even though she knows it didn’t actually hurt him.
After she’s done with the hot chocolate, she burrows into Neil’s arms and lets herself go back to sleep for the last time. Probably.