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Carlos has been a merc for a while. And in his time he has learned two things
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One, you may be part of a squad but you still have to watch your own back because sometimes the man standing next to you is more dangerous than the zombies
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Two, don’t get too close to anything you aren’t prepared to lose.
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So for years Carlos refuses to really let anyone get to know him intimately.
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He was that guy that was down for a one night stand, but never a repeat performance
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All of that changes after Raccoon City. And changes even more when he meets you
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His years long adherence to his second rule means that Carlos isn’t one for aftercare at first
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That doesn’t mean he is cold or doesn’t care for you after he gets his. He’ll definitely check in and make sure you’re satisfied and safe, but after the afterglow fades he’ll be the one to break the spell and get dressed to leave.
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Pair that with the fact that he runs warm and you’ve got yourself a guy that the first time the two of you do the deed, he nearly jumps out of bed to get dressed to leave. It takes him a moment to come back to himself and realize that he doesn’t have to go anywhere or do anything
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And so the two of you set about trying to figure out what kind of aftercare works for both of you
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Since cuddling was not always on the table, the two of you get creative
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Sometimes you just lay next to each other and hold hands, so no one gets too warm
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Sometimes you just talk
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Sometimes you eat snacks and watch shitty tv
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But some nights….
You reach down to grab a fistful of Carlos’s dark curls and give them a gentle tug. “Oliveira if you keep this up I think this will be the end of me for sure”, you say with a deep contented sigh.
Carlos pulls off your clit with a wet pop to rest his head on your inner thigh. “You say that all the time and look you’re still here”, he says with a deep bassy chuckle. “Besides what’s one more moment of bliss”, he says as he starts to rub your clit in tight circles with his thumb. “C’mon surely you have one more in you. Or have I worn you out?”
You sigh and sink into the bed feeling of a coil of pleasure winding itself through your abdomen. “I thought we were supposed to be looking for a - Fuck”. You feel your body tighten and bow as his lips wrap around your clit and suck.
Carlos glances up at you with a look that was equal parts warmth and deviousness. “Yes yes yes, but I thought aftercare was care for after. So I propose that we save aftercare for when we get to after. Deal?”
You stare down at him — looking down into his dark brown eyes rimmed by long lashes. You feel heat begin to pool low in your belly. “Fine, but we do this my way”, you say sitting up and lightly nudging Carlos to lay him flat on his back.
He chuckles — a sound so deep and full of mirth that you can’t help but stop to look at him. Taking a second, you stop to stare at the man in your bed. His curly bangs were stuck to his forehead, and still slightly damp from earlier. There was a faint sheen of sweat on his chest from your previous rounds. You note the small red love bites dotting his neck that would surely bloom darker in the coming days. Your eyes drop lower to trace his chest hair down, down, down to the thick thatch of curls that sat above his cock.
“As much as I am enjoying you giving me the once over, I would enjoy it even more if you would come up here and sit on my face.”
“Well who am I to deny such a sweet request.” You bring yourself up to straddle his head, holding your sex just out of reach of his mouth.
“Tease,” he mutters as he hooks his arms around your thighs to drag you closer and anchor you in place. You feel Carlos press a soft kiss into your sex, feather light licks, and soft puffs of air. It’s good but all it does is stoke your desire.
“Now who is the tease—” your retort is cut short by the feeling of Carlos’s tongue parting your folds to tease at the sensitive bud at the apex of your sex. It’s the sweetest agony the way he eats you. It’s slow ,so deliberately slow, it’s a rhythm intended to make you feel yourself being dragged to the edge inch by agonizing inch.
You reach down and fist your fingers into his hair trying to anchor yourself to something, anything. You’re close, you feel yourself approaching the brink. So close to that sweet sweet spark of pleasure right before you come.
And in an instant you are just held there. He stops and you whine. Writhing back and forth in an attempt to get him to continue but with his arms anchoring you in place you just rock in place. Looking down you see those dark brown eyes darkened further by lust and you can feel him chuckling underneath you.
“Do you find this funny Oliveira? Does my suffering bring you joy, is that it?” Looking down between your thighs you try to read his eyes for a clue as to what it is that he wants.
“Beg.” He says it not as a request — no— it was a command.
“What? No I don’t beg.” You fold your arms across your chest and feign indignation at his command. You can play the injured party all you want, but you both know it —
This
gets
you
off.
He can feel the rush of slick that slips out of you when he tells you to beg. And you can feel that tell tale flush creeping up from your chest to bloom across your face. You’re at his mercy. He knows it and so do you.
“Well then you don’t get to come.” As if to prove is point he wraps his lips around your clit and begins the sensuous torture again. Pulling you higher and higher, closer and closer to the point of no return. Before just stopping to look up at you with eyes clouded with lust.
“Last chance. Beg.”
You sigh and give in. You plead with him to grant you your release. “Please baby please I need this.” Satisfied with your acquiescence he begins again. This time with the goal to see you undone. He sucks and strokes your sensitive bud with his tongue, alternating between long licks and hard sucks.
You continue to beg and plead with him to take you over the edge spurred on by the obscene sounds your body is making and his groans of pleasure. Until you are just saying “pleasebabypleaseI’msofuckingclose.” Chanting it like a mantra until your voice cracks and you shudder finding your release.
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Tired and spent you splay out across the bed, barely registering the sound of the shower turning on in the bathroom. You hear Carlos’s heavy steps heading in your direction and you crack a lid to see him standing over you. “C’mon love time for a shower.”
You groan and roll away from him. “No I’m dead you killed me, please leave me here to rot kind sir.”
“Cmon, I’ll wash your hair, but I can’t carry you. I’ve got baby giraffe legs and I might kill you for real”, he says chuckling.
Sometimes the aftercare is snacks in bed, sometimes its crappy tv and pillow talk, but tonight its is this. The two of you trading off washing each other. It’s such a basic act but when done with someone you care for it makes your heart feel so full it aches. The care and attention you each pay to one another mirrors the roles you both play in your lovemaking.
The strong hands that earlier held you in place, now work tight circles over your scalp. The nails that you used to rake across his back now gently detangle his hair. The fingers that you both used to tease and trace, now gingerly wash and caress. And the mouths that uttered filth to one another now whisper sweet nothings and “I love you”.
The two of you finish up, dry off, and head to bed. You drift off to sleep listening to the soft breathing of your lover beside you feeling contented, warm, and safe.