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“I can’t wait, babe I’m worked up just thinking about how good your cunt’s gonna taste,” Keigo groans, hand lifting a knee so he can reach it with his lips. Soft, fluttering kisses trace beelines over the sensitive skin there, looping back but altogether downward on the meat of your leg. His eye contact has you wavering, wetness pooling at your center, more than ready for what he offers.
When he finds the hem of the shorts he gave you, he glares at them like they’ve killed someone. “I shouldn’t have given you these.”
“Take them back,” you say, fingers untying the waistband. He watches greedily, and you slide them down, but you can’t take them off with him between your legs. You also don’t want him to be anywhere else for the foreseeable future, but you have to make sacrifices you guess.
“You wanna scoot back so I can get these off of me?” you ask. He almost just rips them off, looking at your stunning form spread beneath him, literally waiting to be eaten, after all this time. Sadly, though, he kinda likes those shorts, and ripping clothes off of you seems like more of a second date event, so he relents.
When he isn’t in your way, you bring your knees and legs up out of the shorts, sending your underwear with them.
You watch the life fade from his eyes as he realizes, immediately his breath quickens at the sight of you and your delicious cunt that he just wants to stick his tongue in fuck-
But, you’re an awful tease, not that Keigo doesn’t love every second of it, so you fold your legs back shut. “Let me see how you take that shirt off, pretty bird. But try not to knock anything over this time.”
He’s fucking screeching on the inside.
But he sends you a confident look that makes your thighs press together, a small jolt up your core from the drag.
“Okay angel, just make sure you watch me.”
“The hell else could I look at when you’re here, Keigo,” you praise, honestly. He eats it up. He’s the most eye-catching person you’ve ever seen standing before you, shining golden like the sun itself. And the rays of the setting sun blast through the windows behind him, setting his hair and wings and eyes on fire. It’s enough to leave your mouth hanging open already, let alone when he grabs the hem of his shirt, pulling the fabric over his head slowly. You get to see his toned stomach, finally. The cut of his hips, the round of his pecs and the definition of his deltoids. The fabric pops over his face, hair falling back around him, and you’ve never seen someone look so holy but so sinful.
You whistle at him, and the kiss he blows you has you wishing you hadn’t asked for an impromptu strip show, so those lips could be back on yours like they should be.
He pulls an arm out of a sleeve, then gently tugs the wing through on that side too. Now you’re curious.
“Do you just, cut holes in all your tee-shirts?”
Keigo spreads his wings out one after another to settle the feathers back. “…Okay yeah, I’ll admit it, I do if they aren’t important. But they always stretch out fast anyway from all the pulling, and I never quite hem them right.” He’s weirdly bashful about it.
So fucking cute.
He recovers quickly, crawling to you on all fours over the cushions, and you’re pushed down until you’re flat beneath him.
“Your turn, kitten.”
His lips seal with yours, eyes fluttering shut in satisfaction. You and he both shift your shirt up and off of your body, wanting more skin-to-skin contact. Hips buck into yours, and you can feel just how aroused he is through the layer of sweatpants. You’re so wet that Keigo can feel it seep through to his cock as he grinds in repetitive motions, losing his focus to the pleasure for a second so he stops kissing you, moaning against your lips instead.
Keigo feels great against you, but he’d feel even better without his sweatpants on, you decide. Your fingers slide over his chest, feeling on his pecs and the pebbly nipples there, moving to the elastic of his pants and shoving.
“It’s only fair Keigo, they gotta go,” you say when he whines, not wanting to quit humping you. But he rears back, instead licking his way down your sternocleidomastoid muslces, over the divot before the collarbone.
“Nah, that can wait,” he baits, and his hands edge up to your breasts, smoothing over the bottoms before cupping handfuls, thumbs stroking over the peaks. His mouth is working lower, between them, and his hands come with, kissing lines down your stomach and back up to one nipple. It’s slowly making your body temperature rise, which makes you more sensitive in a cycle, the swelter from his attention on you only intensified when he meets your eyes after a nibble.
“Can I eat you out, baby? Wanna know how you taste.”
You moan, clutching the cushion beneath you. “Please do it, your mouth is heavenly.”
Without further ado, his lips are touching the outer folds of you, and you have to make conscious effort not to grind his face into your pussy.
“Aww, so wet! What a cute little hole.” One of those questing fingers tugs at the muscles holding you closed, which gladly open up for him, and his eyes drink up the sight of your crevice, every detail. Now just to finally bury his face in it, though he’d rather do this differently.
Keigo’s hands tighten on you before bodily flipping you over, driving the air from your lungs, then pressing your shoulders down so your ass arches up. His tongue is licking its way into your sopping channel before you have time to brace yourself, and he eats you out with such fervor that you’re near writhing. His hands hold your bottom half steady for him, though, to consume you from the inside out. A sharp smack to one of your cheeks and you yelp, and he laughs while his tongue is so deep in you that it vibrates, his nose pressed to your perineum. He huffs in your scent like it’s a blessing.
To him, it absolutely is, and he wants to drink up everything you can give. You’re so overwhelmed by it, making soft noises into the couch, hands scrabbling for purchase as you build to a fast oncoming climax, you don’t notice he’s got more fingers in you until he puckers those lips right over your clit. One indulgent suck and you’re blasted into outer space, not conscious that you’re saying his name over and over like a benediction.
You start to come down to earth, and he finally stops his starved licking.
“Babe I…fuck I saw stars, Keigo.”
He lets you roll back over, and he’d apparently gotten out of his pants while you were wrecked. You’re immediately scrutinizing the hardness of the cock he has in one tight fist, thumbing the glands on a stroke and rolling precum down. His face is wet from you, and you tug him down to lick it off. He groans into your neck when you bat his hand away from himself, stroking him off in the same way he’d been, his pelvis twitching into your warm, soft hand. He sends a feather to grab a condom, the idea of parting from your kisses something worse than torment. He’s glad he bought some on the off chance you’d accept his invitation to meet up personally.
It drops into his outstretched hand, and you hear it tear open.
“Oh fuck yes,” you say, still winded but needing him in you posthaste. You take it from him, still kissing while you pinch the tip and roll it over him.
But his fingers are pushing you open again, stretching apart on the inside of you, walls spasming at the movement as he thrusts them back and forth. He loves biting on your lips when you’re too gone to kiss him properly, teeth making them swell into the same throbbing color as your pussy, and he’s never felt addiction until he met you, but now he’s in deep.
“Holy shit Keigo-“ you moan, drawn out. “Please just give it to me already.”
“I’m not sure what you mean…” he fakes, his cockhead literally grinding against your clit and you might cry from the swirls of pleasure spinning your eyes. Then he moves it lower, putting the slightest pressure onto your cunt itself, the friction setting your teeth.
“Keigo please just put your cock in me before I come again from your teasing.”
“Kitten, you really know how to beg” he says, and his hips finally push forward. He’s big, but in exactly the way you like, perfectly pulsing as he sinks further in after a moment’s resistance.
Actually, the further he pushes in, the more your back arches. He’s putting pressure on the spongy surface at the front, sliding toward that soft spot on your walls to the side beyond that, and the pressure on your abdomen forces your mouth wide open from surges of aching need. It’s overwhelming, you might fucking drown in it, you might be about to come and he’s not even balls deep yet.
“Nn, no-“ you cry, incoherent, the feeling so good that you feel your mind falling apart, wanting him to hurry up and drill you to the ground.
But he takes the no differently, starting to withdraw, that pleasure fading. “No? Are you okay? Wanna stop?” he says through gritted teeth, hand tight over his now freed cock. He’s willing to back off, which brings you a flare of trust and affection, but that’s not what you wanted-
“No, no, Keigo, please I need it, felt so fuckin good, I felt like I was going to die, I want it so bad-“ tears are breaching your eyes, and he's totally reassured. He responds by thrusting back into you, stuffing you full even faster, making your pussy accommodate.
“Fuck, fuck baby if you keep tightening on me like that…god, I want to ruin that pretty wet hole-”
“Do it, I can take it, please-“
Keigo takes your word as gospel, letting his vulturous nature emerge in adept snaps of his hips, dick pummeling you open. His teeth needle his lip at the sight of you being so desperate. You’re holding tight to his shoulders in a desperate attempt to stabilize the jarring burn being pushed deeper with every moment, mouth open, toes curling.
It shocks you both when your knees raise, back curved, eyes tight shut as pulses in your cunt overtake your entire being, trying to squeeze Keigo dry.
It takes a lot for him to hold on through that kind of attention, through watching you scream with your orgasm, stilling because the tension of your walls makes it so hard to move. You put on a breathtaking show. He’s so greedy, wishing he had pictures of you breaking apart like this. Instead, he vows to make this so often of an occurrence that he can never forget the display.
You’re still reeling at the rush when his fingers brush over your clit again. It hurts so good you almost shove his wrist away, but those horrible hips are pressing in and out of you again, rendering you helpless.
“Just once more, okay kitten? I want you to show me that beautiful peak again,”
“Keigo I- don’t know ‘f I can, ah,” your words are disjointed, mind numbing into only sensations, only his appetite.
“There’s no limits I can’t shatter, babe, and you’re going to come again.”
It’s an order, you know it, and your body accepts the overstimulating challenge gladly. His thrusts are harder, now, banging against his hand between you without hesitation or regret. He knows he’s going to make you come again, insisting it into reality, because he is a man who knows exactly what he wants, and he wants you to scream.
You do come, in an embarrassingly short time. And you do scream, head knocked back and drool hanging from your lips at the mind-crushing ecstasy of him. The fervor with which he fucks you abrades your back, biting your tongue at the miserable power shooting through your body with every flick of your clit, demanding you do what he wants, and you’re only too happy to serve. You can’t stop your whimpering as the orgasm carries on for minutes, him not letting you touch ground while he uses your body to milk him dry.
Keigo finally comes, slamming into you so deep you cry out. The feathers of his wings fluff up, puffy, and shudders run through his body as he moans your name again and again, mouth against your ear. His finger quits it’s circles, letting you cool down with him. His feathers smooth back out, and it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen, almost incongruent with the crazed desire he just eviscerated your body with.
Neither of you can move for a long time, but your sweat starts cooling, and you nudge at him.
“Keigo, babe, we should go clean up.”
He slips out of you with a nod, but only moves to look deep into your eyes. Captivating. You’ll never be used to the depth in them, the shine.
“I love you, kitten.”
It still makes you flush, the pounds of emotion behind the sentiment only made worse in his gruff post-sex voice.
You don’t fight the urge to kiss him, simple pressing of lips, and it conveys all your joy at calling him yours. You belong to each other, both still unbelieving at how well you fit together, body and soul. The providence that led him to that alley, that led him to you, his endlessly lovely match.
“I love you, too, Keigo.” You grin, teasing. “And that was way better than phone sex.”
He laughs as he stands up, stretching his shoulder blades. You try to follow but your legs don’t agree, and Keigo is picking you up like a koala before you can even stumble.
“Come on, let’s take that shower you mentioned,” he pecks your cheek, but you see right through that innocent shtick.
“Keigo if you try to make me come again I’ll literally go unconscious,” you scold.
He sighs, walking to the bathroom, cuddling you close. “Fine, fine, it can wait.” He can’t be disappointed when he can snuggle you to him like this instead, cheek ruffling your hair.
As soon as you’re both in the shower, though, you’re pushing his back gently against a wall after a fiery kiss, sinking to your knees in front of him. Even after just coming, he feels his dick fill out at the sight of your naked body, water running over you as you lick your lips.
“But I’ll make you come as many times as you can handle,” you challenge.
He grips your hair tight, self-assured smile plastered on his face. “I’ll have to return the favor though, baby. Let’s see who passes out first.”
You agree by kissing the tip of his cock.
You’ll be the death of him.