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"The perfume of your body dulls my sense. / I want nor wine nor weed; your breath alone / Suffices. In this moment rare and tense / I worship at your breast. The flower is blown,"
Druig is reading from a poetry book he found in a little corner bookshop in Harlem, years ago. You lay with your head resting on his bare chest, arms tucked securely around him, the warmth of his open, fleece lined jacket keeping the chill away from your skin. The two of you had fallen into bed after a warm shower, clothed only in the bare essentials, craving the feeling of skin on skin.
"The saffron petals tempt my amorous mouth, / The yellow heart is radiant now with dew / Soft-scented, redolent of my loved South; / O flower of love! I give myself to you." The sweet rasp of his voice is lulling you into a hazy state of bliss. Sometimes you wonder if his powers extend to this, the way the words tumble from his lips and fall so sweet on your ears. You feel hypnotized.
"Uncovered on your couch of figured green, / Here let us linger indivisible. / The portals of your sanctuary unseen / Receive my offering, yielding unto me." He's getting quieter, his free hand stroking up and down your spine. He moves in closer and his lips brush your hairline in an almost kiss. You can't tell if it's intentional or not.
"Oh, with our love the night is warm and deep! / The air is sweet, my flower, and sweet the flute / Whose music lulls our burning brain to sleep, / While we lie loving, passionate and mute." The final syllables catch on his accent, cascading forth before he falls off into silence. The poem resonates inside your head. Gentle, loving words echo through your mind and you give them a moment of thought. The honeyed way he said the words to you. Directly to you.
Through your haze of bliss from the corner of your mind you register Druig's hands beginning to wander across your body. He squeezes your hips, lets his fingers dance along your spine, kneads the flesh of your ass.
You're under his spell- not literally of course- you've let his voice seep into you, sparking a flame deep in your core. You begin to rut your hips gently along his thigh leaving a trail of wetness in your wake. You stretch up, arching your back oh so sweetly before burying your face in his neck. Heat builds inside you, spurred on by Druig's hands at your hips guiding you along in your search for pleasure.
He has you, wholly, completely. At this moment you are putty in his hands. You would do anything, anything he asked just to keep him like this.
"I want to see you," the husk of his voice plants itself in your mind.
You push up on your hands, feeling him press against your thigh. His eyes search your features in gentle wonder, clouded slightly by lust. You brush your lips against his once before kissing him solidly. His tongue slips past your lips, exploring your mouth with a gentle fire. You feel electric. Your grinding becomes more desperate, the hem of his cotton boxers rubbing against your clit, spurring you on.
"My love, can I have you?" Druig asks softly. The way he looks at you- his sweet blue eyes staring up at you with adoration like you hung the moon and stars above just for him- it makes you want to give every piece of yourself over to him, completely.
"Yes," you breathe out against his lips.
He flips your positions with ease, laying you gentle on the bed and kissing your pulse point. He shimmies out of his boxers and hovers over you, bringing one finger down to prep you. A slow moan pulls itself from your lips when he slips the finger inside you, palm rubbing easy circles on your clit.
"Please-" you moan, cutting yourself off. You aren't even sure what you're asking. That's what he does to you- steals the words from your mouth, the breath from your lungs.
"Sweet love of mine, I will give you anything you ask. Just say it."
You whimper, desperately, bucking against his hand. "Need you- now, please."
He kisses your lips, shushing you gently. "Of course."
Druig slips the finger out of you and you whine at the contact but his lips appease you, kissing you sweetly as he guides himself into you. It's a stretch. It burns a bit but stars above it's delicious, pain fading away into mind numbing pleasure as you give yourself to him completely. You fall limp against the soft cotton sheets letting the sensation take over you.
The pace is unhurried. Druig rocks against you, one hand on the small of your back pulling you upwards into him. He brushes a spot deep inside you with every slow, easy stroke, and you cry out. No matter how many times you do this, it feels just as special each time. The way he captures your lips, rests his forehead against yours. The way your name spills from his lips like a gentle prayer. Like you are his angel.
"I'm close-" you gasp, eyes slipping closed as you let yourself feel it all- his muscles flexing underneath your palms, his lips trailing sweet kisses down the column of your throat, the sparks of pleasure as he fucks deep into you.
"I have you sweetheart," he murmurs hot against your skin. "Let go."
You arch your back into him, nails scraping down his back as wave after wave of pleasure courses through you. Druig works you through it, supporting your head with one hand. "Look at us, love. We're one."
It feels filthy to watch as he pumps in and out of you, but god you can't look away. He follows close after you, a ragged groan tearing itself from his lips as his hips stutter and he spills inside of you.
The electricity in your veins pulses and slows until it's nothing but a gentle rush. Your mind slows in contrast to your racing heartbeat, thoughts wandering gently back to the poem he had read to you. You register the feeling of the pages against your arm, the book discarded on your passion. He pulls out and flops down beside you, beckoning you to resume your position from before.
You lay there, sweat slick skin on skin, his release seeping out from you- but you can't find it within you to care. It'll be tacky and gross in the morning but right now you are coming down from your highs together, panting into each other's lips between languid kisses.
As the adrenaline fades you find yourself floating somewhere between sleep and waking- reminiscent of earlier that night as the words fell gentle from his lips.
"Love?" you ask, your voice a sleepy whisper. Druig kisses your temple, humming softly against your hairline. "Read me another…"