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Some of your favourite sights in this world were ones that were hard to come by, especially when you lived in the city that never slept.
The stars, for one, were a company you haven't had in a long, long time. Distant flashes of light, all spectrums of colour fading into a pale glimmer, shining beacons amongst the inky blackness above. They were a constant presence as you grew up overseas.
Now, amidst the artificial glow of humanity in a foreign land, the beauty of space was dulled to invisibility and lost to the clouds. The twinkling of the city lights below was a comforting mockery, but held no candle to the real thing.
Other little things that brightened the flow of life included the silhouettes of the skyscrapers against the dusky sky, raindrops trailing down slated windows, shopfront lights reflecting scattered neon into the wet pavement. Others were more personal, like the grin on Octavius's face when you first stepped into the lab for the day, the shine in his eyes that always lit up the whole room when he spoke about your progress, the soft colour on his cheeks when you held your gazes for a second too long...
And others, like this one, were settled deep within your very core. This was a sight you never wanted to turn away from, let alone forget.
You couldn't look away, memorising every little detail in front of you and committing it to memory as if it were the finest of art, reluctant to close your eyes for even a millisecond and be forced to break your gaze.
Now, someone could ask you what your favourite view of Otto was, and you wouldn't be able to give them just one answer. Truthfully, he looked good from all angles- front and back, from any distance, below when you were working on the actuators, that was certainly interesting- but this one stuck out from all the rest.
You're nestled between his thighs, staring up through half-lidded eyes at his flushed face, his mouth hidden behind one hand, brows furrowed and jaw slack in a silent gasp... this was now, decidedly, your favourite view of him.
Otto is propped up against the headboard, pillows supporting his back, which was recently quite tender from extensive testing of the actuators- with an extra few piled in to help ease the tenseness from his bones and let him sink back into the comfort of your bed.
Thick thighs part either side of your head to make room for you, your hands splaying out across the hair dappled flesh and feeling each minute twitch of him beneath your palms.
You lie amongst the soft sheets between his legs, quite unable to keep your eyes off of him as his chest heaves above you, a heavy blush overtaking his cheeks and practically glowing in the dim light of the bedroom.
You're sure you don't look much better yourself, but any self-consciousness that had threatened to rear its head had been thrown out of the window a while ago, when you had crossed the threshold to your apartment and Otto had kissed you like he was drowning and you were his only source of air.
To say this position was unfamiliar to you both would be an understatement. It has been a while since you've found yourself in a bed with another, and Otto had confided with you that it was very much the same for him.
It's entirely welcome, though, if the prominent outline of his cock twitching gently under his boxers was any indicator. It rests on his hip, beckoning to you, one final layer of white cloth separating you from something you've thought of a lot more than was probably acceptable.
But you had decided long before you had stepped foot in your bedroom with him that you were going to savour this, take it slow and cherish it like a delicate treasure, which, in almost every aspect, it was.
You had begun your soft assault several minutes earlier, pressing gentle, lingering kisses over the flesh of his thighs, slowly shuffling closer to trail them up over the expanse of his stomach, savouring each shaky gasp and breathy moan that fell from his lips at the sensation.
It wasn't long until any bit of composure he had been clinging onto slipped fully from his fingers, which now twisted into the bedsheets as if to try and ground himself, to find some distraction from your delicate teasing.
Strong thighs quiver under your touch as you edge closer and closer to the waistband of his boxers, coming so close but always ghosting around the heat of his arousal by a hair's breadth.
He's sensitive, extremely so- probably from not being touched for so long, a fact he had admitted to you nervously one cherished evening just over a month ago, gaze downturned like he had been afraid of scorn.
You had kissed him then, pouring every ounce of love you had to give into his lips, and the rest of the night had been spent wrapped up in each other's arms, whispering sweet nothings into the silent air and embracing as if you'd never have the chance to again.
And now here you were, a long evening of tantalising buildup leaving you both unclothed bar your undergarments, most of which had quickly been disposed of shortly afterwards.
You had been more than eager to get your hands on him, but the night was still young and unspoken words are laying heavy on your lips, building up in your chest and swirling hotly beneath your ribs.
Otto had been anxious to take this step- understandably so, you were too, a fear of intimacy being yet another similarity you shared. The urge to finally give him the attention he deserved is still extremely high on your list of priorities, especially now, but there's something else, another desire hanging just above that.
For all his jokes of his own genius, the laughs that followed were always hollow and strained, like he didn't believe himself. And those were the best you had heard- any comments he made on other aspects of himself, especially his body, were filled with an underlying venom and bitterness that gave away the silent turmoil of self-hatred.
It had been disheartening before, but now it was positively heartbreaking to hear him speak about himself in such a way. You wouldn't be able to reverse years of conditioned thinking in a few months, but you could certainly make a start.
A heavy spell of silence had fallen over you both ever since you had taken your place below him, words unneeded as you lathered his lower half in attention, soft breaths and exclamations of withheld desires spiralling upwards into the heated air between you.
Breaking it wasn't easy, and you're hesitant to disturb the peaceful atmosphere, but this is far more important.
"Look at you," The words fall as little more than a breathy whisper from your lips, but they echo all the same, his umber eyes fluttering open to regard you curiously.
There's a beat of silence as you gaze up at him, mouth curling in what you're sure is a stupidly goofy smile, lingering on every minute detail of him spread out before you. The stars had nothing compared to him. "...You're incredible."
Thick brows go up in surprise, the red dusting his cheeks darkening in intensity. He shifts above you as if shy, turning his head away to hide the emotion playing in his eyes with a barely audible chuckle.
"You flatter me, my dear." His voice is soft, tender- but still there's that undercutting of strain, a thread of poison in the form of self-doubt.
You press a firm kiss to the inside of his thigh, relishing the hitch in breath it earns you. "I'm serious, Otto. God, if only you saw yourself the way I see you-" You raise your head and ran your tongue over your lips carefully, letting your gaze drag slowly down over his stomach. "I could spend my whole life down here."
A soft exhale of breath, though it tapered off at the end, a delicate noise withheld in his throat. He opens his mouth to respond, but whatever he's going to say dies quickly on his tongue as you reach up to slip your thumbs carefully under the waistband of his boxers, teasing the skin underneath.
"You know, all that time spent in the lab, all the things we've created, the discoveries we've made- none of them compare to you. They barely hold a candle to your brilliance." You watch him carefully as he drags a hand up his face, resting it over his mouth, eyes fixed on you. You can almost see the steam rising off his skin.
He stays silent, yet his gaze is open, vulnerable, something impossibly raw lying just beneath the surface of hazel flecked irises.
"I could go as far as to say you're the single greatest thing that's ever happened to our line of research." You continue, swiping the pads of your thumbs across hidden skin, wiry hair brushing against you. "God knows you're the greatest thing that's ever happened to me."
He seems to struggle for a moment, unsure of himself, of you- but then he relaxes, and you could practically see his guard drop, leaving himself exposed as a gentle, utterly raw moan bubbles up from his throat, his brows furrowing at the praise.
You remove one hand from his waist and rest it gently over the outline of his cock, fingers caressing warm fabric, the contours of what it hides sending sparks of arousal pooling in your gut along with the rest of the steadily simmering fire.
"You're gorgeous, Otto," You speak again, softer, catching his gaze in yours. "Absolutely gorgeous."
He seems encaptured, eyes wide, face slack with a mix of wonder, arousal and something even more fragile as he pulses hard under your touch.
His throat bobs, and then he opens his mouth, words failing to come to him in wake of a broken gasp.
You shoot him a lopsided grin, fingers travelling up to ghost over his tip, dampness seeping through the fabric and wetting your fingertips. "Can I show you how much I mean it?"
He's frozen for a moment, like a deer in headlights, but then he nods, shoulders tense with anticipation and breath coming in shaky drags.
You lift the waistband of his boxers in silent question, and then he's moving- shifting to help you get them off, lifting himself as you pull the fabric down his thighs until you can hook it over his feet and discard it over your shoulder.
He settles back into the mattress and averts his gaze bashfully, hands fidgeting by his sides like he's fighting the urge to cover himself, muttering something inaudibly under his breath.
You barely notice, too caught up in staring unashamedly at his fully uncovered form. God, you hope you aren't drooling.
He's big- not the largest you've ever seen, but definitely the thickest, gently bobbing length nestled in a bush of dark hair. It twitches softly in time with his heartbeat, excited, swollen- The sight alone is enough for you to clench your thighs together, ignoring your own arousal in favour of his.
He looks so vulnerable- a far call from the usually assured man he is in the lab, and yet even here he still towers above you.
His chest rises and falls softly, sparse chest hair glinting with sweat, looking absolutely wrecked despite the fact you haven't even started yet. Stunning.
You didn't realise you'd spoken aloud until a muted groan reaches your ears, muffled by his hand as it comes up to cover his mouth again.
He's completely hard now- stiff length hovering just a few centimetres in front of your lips as you fix him with a sultry gaze, wishing you could engrave his dishevelled appearance into your sight permanently.
You want nothing more than to watch him come undone- to let himself go for once, to forget about work and grants, to let some of that long built-up stress out.
And that's exactly what you're going to help him do.
"Beautiful..." Your voice sounds husky to your ears as you reach up and take him gently in hand, fingers wrapping around warm flesh and applying gentle, flitting pressure up his shaft.
There's a stuttering gasp above you, his hips jolting- a thick bead of precum forms at the tip from the simple action, and you don't hesitate to break it with your thumb and smear it downwards, a silent thrill shooting through you at each pulse and twitch of the sensitive muscle.
As tempting as the thought of him buried within you was, you want to give him a little overdue attention first. God knows he deserves it.
You shoot him a wink as you lower your head, licking a long strip up his shaft. The taste of salt and swollen flesh greets your tongue- a flavour you'd never really had any opinions on until now. Now, it's the best thing in the world.
There's a poorly restrained moan from Otto, and you pull back to breathe hotly over his tip, red and leaking steadily. "You don't have to silence yourself, love. I adore the sounds you make."
He looks like he wants to protest, but he's too far gone- nodding feebly, eyes locked onto you helplessly as you shift between his legs.
You give the head of his cock a few kitten licks before taking him in, knowing damn well your jaw is going to hurt like a bitch later but not able to find it within you to care in the slightest. Especially not when Otto throws his head back like that, a strangled moan rumbling from his chest, one hand coming up to rest gently in your hair- not pushing nor demanding, simply to ground himself.
You work your tongue around his length with a soft hum, opening up your throat and sinking down further until the urge to gag became too strong.
You haven't done this very much, and a small part of you had been fearful that you couldn't give him what he deserves, but a quick glance up confirms you must be doing something right.
His breath is coming in quick bursts, thighs trembling and spread wide, eyes screwed shut and glasses askew on his nose from where he'd dragged a hand down over his face. The fact you have this much of an effect on him is a boost to the ego, to say the least, and whatever confidence that had dwindled over the last few minutes returns in full force as you slowly started to build up a rhythm, bobbing your head and watching his reactions carefully.
His grip in your hair tightens minutely, his other hand clenching the bedsheets so tightly it looks like they might rip. Each movement draws a soft sound from his lips, bordering on broken whines as he loses himself to the sensation.
Seeing him like this is nothing short of exquisite, a normally steadfast man coming undone at such simple pleasure that you're causing- You never want this night to end.
You pull back to swirl your tongue over his tip, savouring the salty taste and the heady whimpers that come with it as you trace the sensitive frenulum, wide thighs trembling beneath you as Otto resists the urge to buck up into your mouth.
A grin stretches your lips as you duck down again, hollowing your cheeks out and sucking, uttering a silent snicker of victory as Otto cries out loudly above you, both hands now on your head and fingertips digging in gently as he fights to hold on.
And then it all happens at once.
A strangled moan, followed by a harsh, seemingly involuntary buck of his hips, slight pain flaring from your scalp as his fingers tighten in your hair. He throbs in your mouth, heavy on your tongue as his eyes shoot open, mouth loose in a rough gasp.
"Sweetheart, sweetheart, wait, I-" His warning cuts off into a ragged groan as he hunches over you, a harsh whine slipping out from behind gritted teeth as he climaxes unexpectedly.
You're caught by surprise, fighting the urge to gag as you quickly swallow his release down, humming gently to help him along as he shudders above you. Thick heat trickles down your throat, downed eagerly as you listen to his gasps and moans, wishing more than anything that you could see his face as he comes.
The flow soon ebbs, and he slumps, the tenseness in his thighs fading away as he holds onto you for support, gasping heated air.
You moan gently around him- that little display only skyrocketed the slick warmth between your thighs, and your little sound is enough to break through the haze clouding his mind as he leans backwards, allowing you to slip off of him with a satisfied hum.
There's a brief moment of silence as you both compose yourselves, Otto's eyes still closed as he basks in the afterglow, face slack with relief. His length wilts between you, gleaming softly with your spit in the low light. You could get used to making him look like that.
"Well." You break the silence with a toothy grin, licking your lips and admiring his flushed, ruffled appearance. "That was fun."
He snaps out of his respite with a look of horror, reaching out to help steady you by the shoulders as you haul yourself up to kneel in front of him. "My dear girl, I'm so sorry-!"
"What for? That was great, you were great." You smile breathlessly, shifting closer to him and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.
He wears a mortified expression, rubbing the flats of his palms over his eyes and readjusting his now foggy glasses, sweat shining on his forehead.
He stumbles over his own words as he speaks again, and you've never in all your years of working with him seen him this uncomposed. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to- so soon- I haven't done this for a while, and-"
"Hey!" You shuffle to face him properly, one hand reaching out to gently cup his cheek, effectively silencing him. His eyes flit back to you, worry playing prominently in their depths, embarrassment, shame... all things that don't belong.
"You have absolutely nothing to apologise for. I enjoyed it, and you look like you did, too." You give him a reassuring smile, rubbing your thumb across the delicate skin of his cheek.
An embarrassed smile tugs the corner of his lips at that, and he leans gently into your touch as if worried that any sudden movement would make you leave. "Of course I did. I enjoyed you immensely, sweetheart, you were incredible, I... I just didn't mean to ruin it by-"
"Who says you ruined it?" You cut him off, gently but firmly. "Otto, listen to me. It's completely normal. Hell, if I had someone as attractive as you between my thighs, I wouldn't last very long either. Neither of us has done this for god knows how long, it's expected. Besides..." You let a shit-eating grin slip onto your lips. "That was extremely hot. I'd do it again any day. Later again tonight, if you're up for it."
He watches you with a sort of open wonder, the way you would look up at the stars as a child, adoration clear on his face as he takes one of your hands in his own, pressing gentle kisses to your knuckles.
"My dear girl." He spoke, voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what I did to deserve you."
"And I don't know what I did to deserve you. " You lean forwards, bracing your hands on his thick shoulders and capturing his lips in a kiss. He returns it eagerly, hands coming up to slide against warm skin and pull you closer, a gentle, comforting hum playing from his chest.
You break apart for air, and you open your eyes just in time to see him paw at your chest before you're being pushed off balance, tipping backwards onto the sheets with a yelp. Otto falls over you seconds later, strong arms bracing against either side of your head, his weight pushing you into the bed.
You look up to see a wicked grin playing on his face, and anticipation rolls up your spine like a current as he leans down to press a deep kiss to your lips. Kisses quickly evolve into nips, bites, trailing down your neck and chest until he reaches the bottom of your stomach, hot breath lingering over your core.
"Now, then." He spoke, voice rough and throaty, holding your thighs open as he lowers himself downwards with a smirk that held a plethora of heated promises. "I believe I owe you some attention, my dear."