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In most relationships, the act of intimacy was to be considered a dance that both you and your partner learn together. Everyone has their own pace and both partners must find a middle ground lest there be strife between them. The fact that Yor found a man so open-minded was probably one of the few reasons their current tempo was so moderate. Most men would start to feel antsy at a certain point and ultimately Yor could have found herself in a most undesirable situation. But no, she found someone that was more than pleased with kisses and with no sign of rushing. However, tonight, her body was more receptive to Loid’s touch than usual.
The past couple of days Yor has been feeling a little tense; her usual demeanor replaced with something more feral. Lately, everything her husband does seems to make her squirm. From him taking off his tie when he gets home from work to when he runs his fingers through his hair in thought. Yor couldn’t believe that she was thinking this already, but their kisses were becoming not enough. Her friends at work told her that usually when women found themselves in a relationship they deemed legitimately long term then the internal desire to have a child with them begins to surface.
Yor would simply tilt her head slightly in confusion, the assassin unsure of how that would even work. But she would be waved away and told that she would know once she obtained a partner. Or, rather, after everyone found out about her (fake) marriage they would say it was only a matter of time before she would experience the phenomena herself. Yor had been entirely indifferent on the topic but now…
Currently, Yor was curled up into Loid’s side while he idly skimmed through a book he picked at random from his vast collection. He knew every story by heart, the spines cracked and pages yellow with age but he still loved feeling the weight in his hands. Plus, Yor had already settled next to him so he didn’t have the heart to get up now. Yor lay her head against Loid’s chest, his left arm wrapped around her waist in a loose vice. She wanted to rest in her husband’s presence but being this close to him has only made her temptations worse.
“Yor?” Her name was called softly, hazy vermillion meeting soft blue as her husband looked at her with concern. “Something is on your mind. And don’t try and say it’s nothing.” He said firmly, Yor’s excuse dying on her tongue. A blush formed on her face, the assassin bowing her head as she was unable to meet Loid’s gaze at the moment. However, it seemed she wasn’t going to be let off that easy. She felt Loid place a finger underneath her chin, the male pushing her head up to make her look at him. “What’s wrong?” The genuine worry laced within his tone made Yor’s heart ache.
“Loid..” She tried to look away out of habit but was kept firmly in place by Loid’s grip. “Usually, couples do certain things around this time in a relationship, right?” Loid’s furrowed brows lessened, the male slightly relieved to hear it wasn’t anything too serious. Nonetheless, it was still a sensitive topic. “We’re not like other couples, Yor. Yes, certain people are already being intimate by this time but we don’t need to-” “But what if I want to try?” A sudden burst of courage left Yor, the assassin clamping both of her hands over her mouth. Her blush deepened considerably, a light one forming on Loid’s face as well.
There was a moment of hesitation before Loid inquired further,” D-do you?” Yor wanted to run away so badly right now but her husband’s free hand found purchase on the small of her back meaning escape was now futile. The hand that had been holding Yor’s chin was now cupping the side of her face, his thumb brushing ever so gently against her cheekbone. Unable to utter a word, Yor gave a small nod. Loid gulped but soon coaxed his wife to straddle his lap. She placed her hands atop his shoulders, his finding purchase on her hips. He then had her lean against him, the curve of her back caving in while her lower half jutted out slightly.
“Do you trust me?” Loid asked out of the blue, the male unsure of where that question even came from. Yor answered by encircling her arms around his neck, her face placed into the curve of his neck. “With my life.” She breathed, and Loid felt his heart leap. He placed a kiss on the side of her head, large hands following the curve of her spine until he reached her ass. He rolled up her nightgown, Yor’s grip tightening on her husband’s shoulders as she felt cool air hit her backside. This was her first time being this exposed to anyone and it was enough to make Yor able to hear her pulse beat in her ear.
Yor’s underwear was simple considering she had no one to show off to so she currently wore a pair of plain panties. Perhaps he could go shopping for her at a later date. His hands glided over the mounds, Yor’s body beginning to shiver from the attention. Ever so slightly, she started to rub herself against Loid’s sweatpants. She could feel the strain of Loid’s manhood against the cotton fabric and she couldn’t help the small moan that left her mouth. He was getting this way because of her and that filled her with some pride.
Instinctively, Loid pressed his wife further into his form to provide more comfort while she was in this vulnerable state. It’s nothing to brag about but with all the women he had been with, none of them compelled him enough to further pursue them outside of what he needed for work. But with Yor it was completely different; he wanted to be her first and forever. He didn’t think that he could feel so possessive of someone, an impulse to mark up Yor’s neck was fogging his mind. He gently nudged her head to the side so he could nip at her skin, the added stimulus leaving her quivering in his grasp.
He would be lying if he said the way Yor was clinging to him whilst trying her best to keep her tiny moans at bay didn’t stroke at his ego. His fingers had found their way to the indent of his wife’s heat which earned him an eep. “This wet already, sweetheart?” Loid teased even though it wasn’t completely fair considering this was her first time. To his (pleasant) surprise, Yor retaliated with a bite of her own in the indent of Loid's neck. He could tell that it was strong enough to leave a sizeable mark, Yor finishing her little retaliation with a swipe of her tongue. The very action made Loid tremble for a good couple of seconds,” You minx.” He breathed.
With his index finger, he gently pushed into the valley of her pussy, Loid stopping at Yor’s clit to massage the bundle of nerves. Her toes curled as a moan was elicited from his wife to which she harshly bit down on her bottom lip to soften her voice. But her husband was incessant, Loid pulled the thin fabric that covered her heat to the side. A few strings of Yor’s slick clung to the inside, snaps of thinner strands accenting her arousal. He then pressed his middle finger into her virgin hole, the sudden intrusion making the assassin jolt in his grasp. “Tell me if something hurts or anything else that pops in mind. I want your first experience to not be regrettable.” The spy whispered into his wife’s hair, a faint worry of Yor later wishing the encounter had never happened fleetingly in the back of his mind.
To assure him, Yor wrapped her arms around his neck and left butterfly kisses along his pulse point. “Okay.” She affirmed, Loid feeling as if he was holding the most precious gift in the world. Yor truly was a gift, he came to realize. Yor closed her eyes as she honed in on her husband’s prodding finger, the simple act of languidly rubbing along her velvety walls making Yor keen in her spot. Soon he added another finger, the stretch painful to which Loid soothed her with praises and loving kisses peppered on her face. Luckily it didn’t take long for her to get used to it, her small whimpers giving way to borderline wanton moans. He was reaching areas she could only dream of and Yor couldn’t help but meet his fingering halfway by pushing her hips back onto them.
She held on for dear life, her entire frame reduced to a shivering mess as she felt the familiar coil tighten within her abdominal muscles. However, she could already tell that this orgasm was going to be far more powerful than her usual. She supposed that not only was it enhanced due to the help of another, but it was with someone she wholeheartedly trusted. Vulnerability was an emotion she did not like in particular, but in this situation, it only furthered her lust. Her hips gyrated as her moans became more high-pitched, Loid not needing any other clues to know that his wife was on the cusp of climax.
Heavy, hot pants hit the side of his neck as Yor’s fingers gripped even deeper into her husband's nightshirt. After Loid brushed against a certain patch of nerves deep within her, Yor cried out as her walls tightly gripped Loid’s fingers while she gushed around them. The thought of Yor clinging this harshly around his cock made him ever harder within the confines of his cotton sweatpants. With his thumb, he rubbed her puffy clit which earned him a nice reaction. Unprepared for it, a second climax was created from her husband’s ministrations and was resorted into a begging mess.
Though mostly incoherent, Loid could tell that Yor was wanting him to stop seeing as she had never experienced such overstimulation. It was unbearably much but somehow was something incomprehensibly pleasurable. But instead, the spy decided to be a little ‘cruel’ and continued his rubbing but with the added effect of fingering her. She whined obscenely, a pretty scarlet inching its way down her neck and chest. An extra wave of hot slick cascaded down his knuckles, his wife weakly clawing at his chest. “Looooiiiidd.” He huffed a small laugh. “I’m sorry, I got carried away. You just sound so pretty.” He said simply, his compliment making her heart flip.
He removed his hands to hold Yor against his larger frame, her trembling form reminiscent of a chilly day. She felt like jelly, the assassin feeling she could fall asleep like this if she wanted to. However, she craved much more from Loid. “More?” She whispered inquisitively, her watery eyes far too innocent compared to her true intentions. Loid placed a hand on Yor’s cheek, his wife nuzzling into his palm instantly. “Let’s go to the room. I’d rather not your first time be on the couch.” Loid said with a slight grin, Yor giving her hum of agreement.
With ease, he stood up and guided Yor’s legs to wrap around his waist. While he made his way to their bedroom, Yor left affectionate kisses along her husband’s neck and collarbones. Suddenly, she felt herself being lowered onto her back, the plush material of the bed’s comforter cool against her heated skin. With swift motions, both Loid’s nightshirt and sweatpants had been discarded, leaving him in just his black briefs. He then crawled over Yor, the assassin immediately wrapping her arms around his neck.
Taking a couple of seconds to hold each other’s gaze, they met halfway in a searing kiss. Loid ground down into Yor, the front material of his underwear becoming drenched in his wife’s arousal in a matter of seconds. Her fingers curled around the edge of Loid’s underwear, Yor trying to coax him to take them off. Hastily, the spy stripped himself of the last barrier between them, the feeling of her husband’s hot member suddenly heavy against her own heat. He then pressed his forehead against Yors’, Loid finding purchase with both hands on his wife's side.
Unsure of how Yor would receive him considering her previous orgasms, he was careful when he entered her. Her grasp around Loid’s neck tightened as a pained whimper left her mouth, thighs beginning to quake from the intense feeling. Coupled with butterfly kisses, Loid whispered sweetly into Yor’s ear to help keep her calm and relaxed. Now and then she would tighten around him and he would have to stop to concentrate on not cumming so soon. Personally, it would be embarrassing for him but the truth Yor was a virgin was becoming more and more apparent as he fully sheathed himself. Yor let out a little gasp of air, the graze of her husband’s cock against her cervix enticing a sweet moan from her.
He lowered himself onto his forearms, Loid burying his face into the crook of Yor’s neck while he waited for his wife to adjust to his size. She felt heavenly, the spy silently reprimanding himself for his lack of constraint. He felt like he was a young adult again who was having his first sexual encounter. Plus her little whimpers and just how ethereal she looked beneath him weren’t helping in the slightest. He took in a shaky breath, a heavy exhale brushing against the side of the assassin’s neck. “You feel amazing, sweetheart.” Yor gave a heavy hum, her fingers finding their way into Loid’s hair. If she carried the ability to produce a purr she would.
After a few more minutes, Yor gave an experimental gyrate of her hips and a honey-coated sigh left her lips. “You can move now, I think.” She affirmed, a mischievous thought popping into her head. She tensed up her abdominal muscles ever so slightly, the extra pressure around Loid’s member earning his wife a nice groan from him. In retaliation, he gave a jarring thrust of his hips, and Yor’s eyes widened from the intense feeling. Her legs wrapped tightly around her husband’s waist, Loid finding a mellow pace for Yor to get accustomed to.
However, his gentle ministrations were becoming far too little, Yor encouraging Loid to go faster with her body language. She would portray her wishes via speech, but it seemed the only thing that she could produce at the moment were the sounds of ultimate pleasure. But Loid easily picked up on his wife’s hints and pressed his forehead against Yors’ before his thrusts became harsher and faster. She mewled in ecstasy, a fast-approaching climax apparent as her soaked walls greedily gripped her husband’s member. “Loid, g-gonnaaa-” She was able to say, although her full thought died on her dry tongue. She had suddenly remembered that they had no protection and while Yor personally wished to conceive something of their own making with Loid she had no idea how the other male felt.
Considering it was Loid, though, he had realized his overstep and that even a simple action such as raw penetration could result in Yor becoming pregnant. But, being this close to Yor in such an intimate state that did not involve his mission but his personal feelings was a new experience he didn’t want to shy away from. To Loid, Yor deserved the world and it’s funny how up until now he had been dancing around the idea of something he would have usually deemed “dangerous.” Yes, he was dangerously close to Yor, but for once he didn’t mind his demise being a strong woman who can kick him down even on a bad day.
Without a second thought, Loid gently encouraged his lovely wife to cum for him. Little affections provided by him such as his soft caresses and even softer kisses he left against her cheekbones and jawline were the final elements she needed to find her climax. A high, whiny cry left her as she experienced an earth-shattering orgasm that had her feeling drunk. Loid tensed noticeably above her, the assassin’s spongy insides gripping so tightly onto Loid that it was nearly painful. Pleasantly stuck, the male gladly let himself go and what felt like two years of pent-up lust was emptied into Yor’s waiting womb. A lewd, content hum fell from her lips and the noise seemed to prolong Loid’s orgasm.
He gave a few more shallow pumps, Loid feeling a sudden primal need to keep his seed in Yor. With a small, wavy sigh he maneuvered them both to where they were both laying on their sides. The feeling of Loid’s softening member rubbing against her still sensitive walls made Yor whimper, her husband placing kisses against her heated neck while portraying his apologies. A heavy, exhausted sigh emanated from Yor, the obvious signs of fatigue apparent in her hazy eyes. The spy wrapped his arms around his wife’s mid-section, the male curling ever so slightly in a protective manner. A small grin graced the assassin’s lips at that.
Suddenly, a sense of anxiety filled Yor’s chest. Even though her husband was still deep within her, she couldn’t help but feel the paranoia of him possibly regretting his decision later. It seems that her worry was palpable, Loid’s left-hand finding its way to her abdomen. Yor automatically covered his hand with her own, Loid pulling his wife even closer against him. “You’re a blessing, Yor. Please, don’t ever doubt yourself.” It felt strange for him to pour out his heart like this, his closest colleagues never witnessing this soft side of agent Twilight. No one, but Yor.