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“Hey, babybird.” Kiego purrs into your ear as he wraps himself around you from behind.
“What’s up, Kiego?” You ask, typing away an email to your boss.
“Are you done work yet?” He asks. You know what he wants from the lilt in his voice and you don’t blame him, you teased him this morning before you got out of bed.
“I am…” You press the send button. “…now.”
“Can I fuck you?” He asks, never one to beat around the bush. You turn around in your chair and he stands up from slouching down over you. “…please?”
“Since you asked nicely.” You concede, standing up and letting him pull you in to kiss you. You kiss him back, hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
He moans into the kiss, feathers ruffled. You pull away and look up at him with a smirk, his eyes are already getting glassy, lips still parted as he tries to chase your lips.
“Let’s go upstairs.” You whisper. He takes your hand and leads you upstairs, eyes set on the bedroom door like it’ll open if he stares hard enough as you walk towards.
He twists the knob and it swings open. You’re barely inside for five minutes before he’s already naked and on top of you. Chuckling, you push him away with a hand on his shoulder.
“Relax.” You say as he backs up. You take off your shirt and wiggle out of your pants.
“But- I-“ he stumbles cutely over his words and you thread a hand into his hair, cooing at him and kissing him.
“We have so much time.” You reason, voice soft. “Get on your knees.”
He gets on his knees at the end of the bed and you kneel in front of him.
“Good boy.” He shudders. “I want you to eat me out, sound like fun?”
He nods quickly, hands on your waist as he kisses you again. You smile smugly as you lay down and spread your legs, sometimes you think he enjoys pleasing you more than he does pleasing himself when he’s like this- all subby and ready to do anything for you. It gives you such a power rush.
He pulls down your underwear and puts his hands on your thighs to spread them. You moan as he starts to eat you out, tongue spread out and hungry for more. He moans even more than you do, legs spread so that he can grind into the bed. You tug on his hair roughly and he moans.
“Don’t grind on the bed.” You say. He lifts his hips up and whimpers in between your legs. You smooth your hand out and moan. “Good boy.”
He loves it, it’s obvious, and you love giving it to him. He keeps eating you out until you cum, back arched and thighs clamping around his head, doesn’t even complain about his jaw hurting as he kisses up your neck.
“Good boy, baby. You did so well.” You run your fingers through his hair as you come down from your orgasm, panting.
“Can I fuck you now? Please?” He always asks so nicely. You smirk.
“I think I need you to beg more.” You surmise finally. He gasps, hips grinding against your thigh.
“Did I tell you to grind on my thigh like a slut?” You ask to which he shakes his head. You take a handful of his hair pull, making him bend his neck back and look at you. “I think I told you to beg to fuck me.”
“Please let me fuck you.” He begs. “I- ow- I love it so much- please- I’m a good boy- please-“
“Are you a good boy?” You ask, letting go of his hair. He nods again, lip caught between his teeth.
“I’m your good boy.” Damn, you think, I’m so soft for him.
“Okay, I’ll let you fuck me.” You say. His eyes light up and you chuckle, hand on his face.
He lines himself up, ducking back down to put his head in the crook of your neck. He lets out a long breath as he pushes in, shaking and moaning lowly.
“Fuck, I’m so deep inside you.” He grunts. You moan, hands on his biceps.
“Fuck me, come on.” You thrust your hips up and he moans, thrusting his hips in return.
He sets a steady pace, chasing he orgasm you’re debating making him wait for. You moan for him, hands moving from his arms to the bed sheets.
“Can I- Can I cum? Please.” He asks, whimpering and moaning loudly as he fucks you.
“You need it?” You ask between breathless moans. He nods.
“Need it- need it so bad- it feels so good- please-“ he cuts himself off with moans, whimpering as he gets closer.
“Go ahead and cum, baby, you deserve it.” You give permission, listening as he moans your name while cumming.
He pulls out and lays beside you, attached to your side like a koala.
“Hang on, baby, drink this.” You pull the water bottle from the nightstand, making him sit up to drink it. You pet his hair while he drinks and put it back on the nightstand.
“Want cuddles.” He says, pulling you into him. You smile, content to lay with him.
“That was good?” You ask. “You liked it?”
“Loved it.” He replies. You sigh, sometimes you get nervous that things don’t go as well you think they do.
“Do you wanna take a shower or lay here for a while?”
“Lay here. With you.” He replies sleepily. You pull him closer.
“Laying here it is, then.”