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It feels unfair, ultimately, that Kim is so capable of getting the upper hand on you in intimate settings. In your line of work, you’re not only his superior, but you’ve a reputation for being as capable as you are for a reason. But now, you’re reborn into Revachol with a striking lack of memories, operating solely on instinct and intuition. And while instinct and intuition is good, it doesn’t compare to experience .
Which is where Kim has you beat- he still remembers his twenties, after all. He’s been kind though, letting you feel your way around having a sex life again and being supportive despite the fumbles. Even in the respect of you working your way around the concept of homo-sexuality, he’s answered questions with an impressive lack of amusement at your condition. All of this to say, you want to return the favor. Kim is so kind and patient, never breaks his facade even when he’s coming on your fingers. But you’ve got an idea you can only hope the lieutenant doesn’t mind.
You get the thought from Kim himself.
He’d been knelt on the kitchen tile between your knees, throating your cock like its second nature, his eyes shut and face slack in a way that almost shone of reverence. It’d all been too much to take in, orgasm coiling up into your core quicker than expected after a day of fantasizing about this exact situation. Right as you could feel that familiar warmth, balls drawn tight and breath coming rough, Kim pulled off. It was all you can do not to nearly sob while his fingers clamped tight around the base of your cock, his eyes sharp despite his mouth being spit slick from just sucking you like his life depended on it. “ Not yet ” he spoke, quiet, but a command nonetheless. He’d waited, rubbing your thigh in easy and comforting strokes and waiting for you to regain your composure.
He’d only done it once, but once was enough . It was nearly torturous. You’d briefly considered just using your hand and painting his face in cum instead, but there’d have most likely been a punishment for going out of your way to not just disobey orders, but leave Kim with a mess to clean. Your takeaway, the important part of that exercise, was that you would have been begging by the second time. Hell, you’d have begged the first time if you weren’t curious exactly what Kim’s angle was.
Unbeknownst to Kim, he’d just handed you a thought project on a silver platter: On patience and pleasure.
See, the thing is, the lieutenant’s composure was more than impressive- it was currently holding a stellar track record. The stick up his ass was actually lodged much deeper than you originally imagined. While he can spare his straight-edge personality to engage you in silly jokes and entertain your questionable conversation at times, in bed it seems the embarrassment of getting much louder than a muffled moan against his hand was too much for him. It’s not unusual- years of being part of a subculture quite literally described as “underground” means operating under the same assumption of required secrecy. But here, in your shared bed and apartment, you have made enough noise for the both of you. Said secrecy was out the window at this point.
The ultimate question remained, how long would it take you to pull the metaphorical stick out of him?
It takes a while to find the right time to set your plan in motion. You needed a night where Kim had the following day off. And finally, a month later, after a blissful lull in dead bodies and paperwork to devote yourselves to, you score a few days to yourselves. It’s hard not to anticipate it the second you see it on the schedule, and Kim just takes your uptick in enthusiasm as your usual excitement for getting laid. And while he’s not wrong- you do love when he dedicates a bit more time to foreplay on account of a day off- he’s definitely got the wrong idea of what’s in store.
You’re endlessly thankful that Kim’s transfer also included his motor carriage as you leave the precinct, because you’re half hard near the second you’re in the MC. Walking home in this condition sounds more like torture- you send a silent and mental thank you to whatever religious being is listening for this small mercy.
Kim shoots you an amused look through the mirror as he adjusts his seat, starting up the Kineema and turning towards your apartment. “Anticipating something this evening, detective?” he asks, voice measured in a way that is most certainly teasing you.
“You’ll just have to wait and see, lieutenant.”
His smile widens a little at that, breathing a quiet laugh and pressing the subject no further. Once again, Kim’s patience trumps yours by leagues. He’ll wait until you’re home to prod you for details.
It’s all you can do to not sweep him off his feet the second you’re in the door, but you know how particular he is about showering and getting comfortable after a day at work, so you opt to do the chores you’d put off the night before while Kim slips into the bathroom- not before he pauses at the doorway, though, to smirk slyly at you. You have to take a second to compose yourself before you decide to take the trash out, not wanting to get caught in the hallway with your dick looking like it was hard over some menial chore such as garbage management. Afterwards: a few dishes returned to the cabinets and laundry placed neatly in it’s hamper, then your clothes changed from your uniform to something else. Something a little more okay with ending up potentially stained. The pajama pants and pawn shop tee never disappoint. Then, waiting was the last thing on the list. You’ve never been too good at that part.
Luckily for you, Kim doesn’t take his time. He steps into the room, changed into a light pair of boxers and a tank top, still drying his hair in a towel from the bathroom before using the dampness to slick it back. A few stray stands still insist on falling into his face, a betrayal of his feigned calm demeanor.
“Are you going to tell me exactly what you’re up to in there?” Kim asks as he approaches your seat at the edge of the bed, standing between your legs and tapping your forehead. He’s playing off his anticipation fairly well, rather the shower leaves him looking relaxed and almost sultry. You’ve been around Kim long enough now, though, to know he has to be truly curious if he’s asking outright.
You set your hands on his hips, both to pull him forward to sit in your lap and to trail fingers up under his thin shirt. “Can’t I just be excited to have a little more time with you?”
Kim hums as he entertains the thought for you, letting you guide him to straddle your waist with a smile. “I suppose… but your excitement isn’t usually this… noticeable.”
Your fingers move higher, settling on the small of his back to keep him steady while he gets his arms around your neck, making himself comfortable.
His skin is soft under your hands, damp from the shower, but regretfully lacking the distinct smell of Kim- motor oil, sweat, cigarettes. You’re thankful for the crisp aftershave to ground you, right here with the weight of him in your lap, warm and eager.
You’re both quiet for a moment, exchanging lazy kisses and sharing breath, Kim’s hips rolling lazily against your thigh. It’s certainly nice, until you remember exactly what you had started this whole thing for. As much as you loved gentle and passionate, especially when it was Kim, you couldn’t get distracted. You had a plan, Harry! Now wasn’t the time. With a last reluctant press of lips, you curl your hands under Kim’s ass, hoisting him up into your arms as you stand. Kim yelps in surprise, but he doesn’t complain much more when you turn and press him into the sheets. Rather, he goes delightfully loose under you, arms laying out around his head like a makeshift halo.
God, you love him.
You’re going to absolutely wreck him.
Kim watches you with curiosity as you hook your fingers into his boxers, tugging them down slow at first- you want to see the string of wetness he leaves behind between his cunt and the fabric just pressed against it. You’re too caught up in the way he spreads his legs for you to notice his sly chuckle, instead trying not to let the pause in stripping him be too obvious. The hair between his legs isn’t too short, trimmed in the recent past but growing back. It’s another thing Kim can be fastidious about, one that makes your mouth water. It’s just perfect to see the cut of his v-line all the way down, leading your eyes straight to the swollen nub nestled there.
It’s hard to hold yourself back from just diving in now, but you desperately want to cling to the foreplay aspect of it all. You needed this to take as long as possible.
Kim doesn’t complain as you tug his boxers off and onto the floor, rather he steadies himself with a sigh and lets his legs sit comfortably at your sides. “Intending on leading tonight?”
You hum a noise at that, before a helpful voice in your head reminds you it was a question, not a statement, and it’d be nice if you actually replied.
“That is the plan.” You lay a hand right on the bump of his pelvis, thumb pressing into the happy trail leading up his naval and softly denting the flesh. The move nets you a rushed breath, Kim’s eyes following it closely.
“Hmm, well,” he considers, before turning his eyes up to yours, “you know how I like to play.”
“What, like a brat?” you respond, hooking a lithe leg over your shoulder and watching the flashes of emotion play on his face: surprise, anticipation, and finally settling on something closer to his usual composure. Perhaps something even more wanton beneath it, if you looked a little closer.
“You could say that.”
You don’t entertain him past that, instead just letting your thumb slide down to the spot right above his dick, applying a bit more pressure and pulling the skin back in lazy circles. It draws another pleased sigh from Kim, and he lets a hand rest beside him to grab and knead at the comforter beneath you both. He’s letting you have it easy for now, not quite at the point where he wants to start pressing your buttons.
Playing dominant for Kim is complicated. He’s hard to read in bed when everything is tinged with a filter of arousal, and ordering someone like Kim around, who you revere so wholly… feels wrong. It tastes bitter in your mouth every time. Where that dominance comes naturally to him, his authority an easy act to put on, your sorry sympathetic ass finds it much harder.
Kim has discovered a convenient fix for this- he makes you work for it. He pushes back, makes you fight to keep him in place or plays so aggravatingly coy that you can’t help but try to think faster than him. Being rough or snippy trips him like a breaker, gives you time to get the upper hand, to slip into the right headspace to push him around like he wants. He’s endlessly considerate and if you think too hard about it, you’ll get too overwhelmed to do anything but cry. And that would be a bit of a mood killer, wouldn’t it?
If you stall anymore Kim will get antsy, so you lower your thumb, rubbing from the bottom of his cunt to the top. You catch on his dick with each swipe, his stomach twitching with the touch. Kim wets his lip as he watches you, but his eyes flutter shut when you dip in deeper, and he breathes a hiss when you press hard and pull the hood of his clit back. You roll it in circles mindlessly so you can focus yourself somewhere else while you get his blood going. It’s hard to miss the way his breath quickens at the attention.
Kim tries not to roll his hips against you and betray his interest, even when you press wet kisses against the inside of the leg thrown over your shoulder. Your thoughts take a back seat while you work- hell, most everything was taking a backseat. The electrochemistry so addicted to the draw of the man laid out before you was leading the charge, badgering you about how good it’d feel to sit him in your lap, to fuck up into the wet heat till your hips ache. It’s hard not to listen to it, especially when your finger slips on slick skin and swipes the oversensitive tip of his clit, drawing a sharp gasp from Kim and making him jerk under your touch.
“ Fuck , Kim-”
“ Careful .” He cautions, though there’s not much of a warning in his voice, rather he laughs under his breath. It’s enough to make your chest ache, a similar fond feeling rising in you. In a rush to be closer, you use his leg to tug him across the covers, changing the angle of your hand. Lowering your hand, the calloused pad of your middle finger just barely rubs the entrance of his cunt, tracing lazy circles around it. Kim’s brows knit at the switch in focus, hand gripping into the sheets.
“ Harry… ” His tone hardens more now, but the twitch of his hips betrays him- he wants you to commit and just finger him, get him loose and fuck him like you usually do. You’re not one to draw these sorts of things out like this and his impatience shows.
“Sorry babe, no can do. Just bear with me.” He huffs with indigence, unable to stop himself from rolling his hole against your finger. With the pressure like this, you can feel him clench with the effort, and you’re not fast enough to stop the moan you make as your dick twitches.
You’ve been doing your best to ignore it, but your endurance is making a quiet case for saving this plan for a day you’re not feeling so desperate. Unfortunately, Kim definitely files this away as he always does. You’ll have to stay on high alert for when he’ll inevitably try to get his hands on you. He knows how quick you bend once he’s got his hand on your cock.
When your thumb moves back to rubbing his dick in lazy circles in tandem with your middle finger, Kim starts to really grind against your fingers in earnest, and you just barely catch the movement that implies Kim’s about to start getting uppity: a huff, the hand over his head moving to his side, back arching up.
You turn your head and bite the inside of his leg, and it knocks him off his game just enough that you see your chance. Your finger slides in easy and quick up to the knuckle, and Kim keens . It stops him in his tracks and he digs his heel into the bed beside you, breath coming hard. He tries to meet your hand halfway as you start a mild pace, reveling in the slow drag around your finger. You don’t stop him just yet, rather you encourage it- if you could get him close to the edge quick, you could get this night going much faster. You could hear him beg for it a little sooner than expected.
Kim doesn’t beg just yet, though, rather he frowns and makes an irritated noise in the back of his throat. He sits up on his elbows, giving you a clear look of the frustrated expression drawing his brows up. “Mmgh, Harry if you don’t hurry it up. ”
You feign relenting, sliding in a second finger with a coy, defeated sigh and curling your fingers. It makes Kim go rigid, groaning softly and eyes turning towards where you’re knuckle deep inside him. And, before Kim can say anything else, you thrust your fingers a few quick times and Kim flops back into the sheets, assuming he’d won the fight and enjoying his prize.
He’s already wet when you start working his cunt, the slick meet of skin obscene in your quiet room, but the way it drools onto your fingers… You have to remind yourself to breathe as you watch it drip down his ass and soak the sheets. He must have been anticipating this just as much as you today if he was already getting so eager, and you hadn’t even got your cock in him yet.
You tilt your head up to the ceiling fan for a breath, gathering your composure. You weren’t going to last if you kept letting your thoughts trail like that!
With a steadying exhale, you hook your fingers against his g-spot, and Kim gasps at the press to the sensitive flesh- a noise that cuts off when you start fucking him in earnest. The pads of your fingers catch against the same sweet, sensitive spot, and Kim’s leg slips off your shoulder so his heels can bear into the mattress, lifting his hips off the bed to struggle to meet your pace. He pants now, hands digging into the sheets while he eeks out whines and gasps. Your cock aches, yes, but the want to see him right up on that edge, starting the desperate “ ah- ah- ah-” as he nearly tips over it…
He’s trembling, voice rising in pitch when you pull your hand away with a wet ‘ slck ’, and Kim practically sobs in response, hand instinctively going to replace yours before he can think twice. You’re quick, though, quicker than him, and you grab him by the wrist and yank his hand away.
“Ah, not yet.”
You rarely receive such scathing looks, but the one he shoots you now would kill you if you were a weaker man. “What the hell are you doing?” he snaps, breathless, the flush that usually paints his ears even bleeding into his face.
“Color?” you ask instead, and his head flops back into the sheets with a groan. You’d established this early, as a way for you to experiment when you weren’t quite sure how to approach a subject, or if Kim needed to know if you needed a break or to stop completely. safe words, but with more nuance, he’d explained. It meant that you had something up your sleeve that you were asking, Kim realizes now.
“Green.” he grits out, catching his breath and letting his hand go limp as you release his wrist. You know how unbearable it is, being so close and having the rug pulled out from under you. It didn’t mean you intended to stop, though. Quite the opposite!
Your hands rest on Kim’s waist as he regains his composure, tracing circles into his hip bones and rubbing soothing paths up his sides. It’s more for you, admittedly. You have to keep your hands busy so you don’t just finish yourself off here- Kim’s composure wasn’t the only one at risk. Eventually he breathes in long, and sighs slow, knees drawing up and spreading. It reveals enough to be tantalizing, light glinting off the slickness pooling between his legs, dick swollen and sensitive.
Pinching it gently between the knuckles of your index and middle, you stroke his clit a sudden few times. Kim’s mouth falls open, but he doesn’t make any noise, back at the start of being so in control he can keep the noises down. You only do this as long as it takes you to lie between his legs on your stomach, and then you pull back the hood with the same fingers. With your hand flattened out over his cunt, only his dick showing between your digits. Before he can say anything, you lean forward and flit your tongue back and forth over the hard flesh, admiring how he squirmed and twitched in time with your tongue. His hands can't seem to decide whether to grab your hair or the sheets, and Kim’s face betrays the same level of indecisiveness, caught somewhere between overwhelmed and blissful.
You don’t keep it up for too long though, as your experience tells you that you can rip an orgasm out of him if you try hard enough at this, though it would be unsatisfying and ultimately not the goal. Instead, you press an apologetic kiss to the crook of his hip and leg and move your hand away, thumbs now free to spread him open and reveal a clear stripe you can lick, from hole all the way up to the tip of his cock.
And, almost as if it’s too much to resist, you do exactly that, tongue dipping in where you’ve finger fucked him loose. You're slow as you drag the flat of it up the soft underside of his clit, drawing it out until you flick your pointed tongue off the tip. Kim sucks in a breath the whole way, legs somehow falling farther open and waiting till your tongue slipped away to sigh, the sound shaky.
The hand that settles in your hair encourages you, and you start up at the same pace, Kim humming and breathing whines in time with the drag of wet heat along his cunt. You pause only to focus on his hole, loose and easy to lap and lick your way into till Kim was grinding against your mouth, biting his lip to keep you from hearing how it made him moan. It’s aggravatingly not enough and somehow too much for him, judging by the way Kim seems to pull back when you dip your tongue in too deep, like it was just too obscene of a sensation to handle, but grind down when you focus on the outside.
You can’t resist shoving your tongue into him to test the theory, face pressing hard against his cunt. Kim’s hand is in your hair before the third roll of the muscle and he moans a little more openly now, holding you in place while he uses your mouth to grind against. He tenses and twitches against your tongue with each roll of his hips, thighs raising to cage your head and hold you in place. They’re not tight quite yet, but it’s a heady reminder of just how receptive he was to you- to your attention. The shiver it sends up your spine makes you groan, muffled by the very eager lieutenant fucking himself on your tongue.
You’re no stranger to Kim’s tendency towards this in bed- you think of selfishness, but that seems like the wrong word. Confidence, maybe. He knows what he likes, and what he wants, and he’s much too old to dance around it. You, much to his advantage, love to give anything and everything to make sure he feels good when he decides to exercise that right.
It’s why it’s so hard to finally, regretfully pull away when Kim’s moans turn into something a little more desperate, nearly suffocating you with how hard he presses against your face. He makes an aborted, frustrated noise and pants into open air, fingers digging into your forearms when your hands move to grab his waist.
He’s irritated, to say the least. His hands clench and unclench around your arms, a tell of the internal debate he’s having. A signal that despite how bad you want to wipe the frankly distracting amount of wetness off your face, you should watch and hold him carefully. Your fingers rub circles into his skin, but you’re ready to grab and pin him there at a moment’s notice.
As the seconds pass and Kim regains his breath, his looming irritation dies a bit, and he switches to running his hands over your arms instead. While you’re glad you don’t have to start playing twister to keep him in one place, it does mean that this next edge you drag him from will be the last that he lets fly. Kim’s definitely had enough of your antics, but not enough to not entertain you just once more.
And who are you to deny him that? When it seems safe, you lean back down to suck his dick into your mouth, the bundle of nerves thick and swollen with blood- the perfect size and weight against your palate. It’s all Kim can do to muffle the noise he makes, palm clapping to his mouth in desperation. With your arm free, you slide two fingers back inside him, and the uptick in volume is noticeable. You can’t help feeling a little pleased that your plan worked to some extent- he was definitely losing control of his ability to keep quiet. Some part of him was fraying under your attention and really, you could leave this feeling accomplished here.
But still, ultimately not the goal, as your electrochemistry provides: the sooner you got him to beg, the sooner you could fuck him into the mattress. and you weren’t one to argue.
You suck on his dick in lazy strokes of your tongue, occasionally dipping it under the lip of it’s hood and swiping just to hear the way Kim gasps, legs tensing up around you for a brief moment. It’s dizzying, and it’s all you have to stay focused, to listen for a tell that you need to stop.
After a few slow thrusts of your fingers, you turn your hand to curl them into his g-spot again- it’s an absolutely awkward angle, but it shouldn’t be something you have to withstand very long anyway, if you actually do well. The ache in your shoulders later will be worth it all, too, for the way Kim digs his fingers into your scalp and moans, too loud for the palm tight against his mouth to do any good. Your hand on his waist presses onto his naval instead now, and you start all three points of pressure in one go.
This, given the timeline of the evening, does not last very long. Kim gasps hard, no longer covering his mouth. Instead, he grabs the pillow beneath his head while he yanks on your hair.
“ Shit -! Harry- that’s-” he grits out, punctuated by high whines when you give a particularly hard suck and roll of your tongue.
It’s no more than 20 or so seconds before you have to pull away so Kim can’t clamp his legs around you and ride your face through his orgasm. This time though, he tries to get a leg around your shoulders, hand tight in your hair to pull you back or pull himself closer, something to get some sort of friction. He’s nearly up on his hands when you sit up first, prying his grip off your hair and pinning the wrist to the bed.
He’s still close, most likely torturously so, and when you start pulling his hands away so he can’t get them in edgewise, he growls under his breath and goes to clamp his legs together and angle his heel against his cunt. You’ve seen him do this before- he can grind just right and use the pressure to cum, if he’s quick. Your reaction speed though, right now, is much better than his. You get a leg between his before he can, pinning one down and taking away the maneuverability of his hips, throwing a veritable wrench into the attempt.
He squirms a bit, tests your hold, before going limp under you and glaring, his glasses sitting awkwardly from the fight.
“You’re an insufferable tease, Harrier.” There’s no malice, rather he sounds exhausted and desperate, voice rough and low with arousal. Haven’t even got your cock in him and he already sounds fucked out. You can’t help but grin back down in response.
He does not think it’s as funny as you do, but instead of responding he huffs and let his head fall back, too overwhelmed to do anything but exist for the moment.
While he comes back to himself, you adjust your hold on his wrists. Trading them both into one large hand, you hold them above his head and start moving his legs into place. Kneeling between them, you set the limbs on either side of you, Kim taking up the gentle nudges of your hand to do as instructed. He was cooperating, but only because the position implied something more.
He wasn’t expecting you to just slide three fingers inside him this time, not hesitating to fuck them at a pace just slow enough to not even elicit any of the obscene, slick sounds you loved. That’s all it takes to practically squeeze the air out of Kim, body going from even the slightest bit relaxed to strung tight. You don’t stay with your fingers inside of him though, instead sliding them out to rub the spot right above his dick, not nearly hard enough to feel like anything but a pressure that just wasn’t close enough to good. A few seconds of that, and you repeat the cycle.
Kim doesn’t try to hide the noises he makes now, panting out moans when you’re inside of him, and whining through grit teeth when you’re not.
All of this, for the final crack in the facade. You slip your fingers out of him again, and he flops his head back onto the pillow, face turning away in what you can only assume is embarrassment.
“Harry- I can’t -” he mumbles, breathless, and you press against the hood of his clit curiously,
“Hm?”
“Ah- shit, please -”
It’s like music to your ears. “Feel good babe?”
You give him a few more, less torturous rolls of your fingers against his dick, and he responds with a relieved moan, pressing his face into his arm,
“Just like- ah, God , Harry- can’t you just -”
It’s like he has a million things to say, but can’t pick just one,
“You have to be more clear, I can’t read minds.” And while he would love to debate you on that, given the way you can tell what he’s thinking without him so much as saying a word…
“ Fuck me , Harry, please. ”
You consider just jumping his bones right there, but you press one last time,
“What, babe?”
“ Please! ” he snaps, like he’s finally pieced together exactly what you want from him, starting to squirm impatiently under you though his face betrays his desperation.
You can’t deny him any longer like this, especially, well, “Since you asked so nicely.”
You let go of his wrists, not wasting any time shoving the waistband of your pajama pants and boxers down and freeing your aching cock, tip damp with more than enough pre-cum than would definitely merit a change of underwear. The friction of just that is already enough to make you breathe in relief. While it was easy to get lost in making Kim feel good, it didn’t make the neglect of your own arousal gnaw at you any less. You give only a couple strokes, before you decide that’s much too dangerous, squeezing at the base to steel yourself.
Before Kim can start getting grabby and potentially ruin any chance you had of lasting long enough to get your dick inside of him, you hoist his legs onto your shoulders and lean forward, bending Kim in two and making him pause.
He lets you take the lead as you kiss him, suddenly feeling like it’d been hours since you’d felt his lips on your own. It’s hard not to get distracted again- you’re quite good at that- but you draw back with a regretful peck to the corner of his lips.
Reaching between you, you swipe the head of your dick over his cunt a couple times to pick up some of the slickness dripping down his thighs, and then you press. It’s slow, you can’t move too fast or this whole thing was going up in flames, but it makes Kim go blissfully limp beneath you. You notice now how his legs tremble, anticipation eating him up as you ease deeper, not missing the way his eyebrows stitch together.
He’s loose, which you expect to some degree, but this is edging on heavenly. Just tight enough for the sweet friction, but lax enough that you can slip back out before you’re fully in, and thrust to bottom out in one smooth motion. Kim keens high, head bearing back into the pillow and hips pushing to meet you despite how deep you sit, balls pressed flush against his ass.
You watch his expression for a few moments, getting your bearings, before you start to actually thrust, keeping an easy pace at first. Kim’s hands can’t seem to pick a spot to stay, between pulling your hair and clawing at your thighs, he’s desperate for some type of purchase to ground himself on. He groans with each roll of your hips, loud and unabashed and sounding even better than you’d hoped. You have to start speeding up, just to hear him get a little louder, a little more desperate.
And Kim doesn’t disappoint, settling on digging his trimmed nails into your thighs and crying out, moans punched out of his lungs with every wet slap of skin on skin. It’s amazing, it’s too much, it’s absolutely worth the time you wasted getting here. Kim’s already twitching, tightening up and getting that familiar cadence to his voice when he was feeling the heat of his orgasm build. It coaxes you to lean forward a little more, fucking into him with a harder, quicker pace. The kind that could drive Kim crazy without a session of edging beforehand.
Kim arches at first, cunt clenching tight while he moans stuttered curses and pleas, and then it’s all at once- his nails dig into your back, body curling forward with an amount of effort that makes him tremble and twitch. He chokes a sob into the small space between your bodies, cunt impossibly tight as it pulses around you, and Dei help you, it’s all you can do to last a few more thrusts.
Your orgasm is certainly not as rough, but that doesn’t make it worse by any means. You moan with Kim, quieter but just as shaky, giving short, aborted thrusts and spilling inside of him, adding to the mess already between his thighs.
You sit with him for a long moment, sweaty and exhausted and overheated, nose pressed into the crook of his neck while you listen to him breathe. It reminds you to release his legs, so he can have a little more space to suck in the humid air between you, and likely start easing the ache he’ll feel in his joints tomorrow.
His hands tremble as they rub your back, grounding him in his afterglow but betraying how much it took out of him. While you’re usually receiving the doting affection and aftercare, it left you with a good amount of experience in how to provide it yourself.
You sit there for a few moments, leaning up to press a few kisses to his cheeks before he laughs- breathless- and pushes you away.
“You’re soaking wet, harry.”
“Hey, I’m not the one to blame for that.” You tease with one last kiss, extracting yourself from his limbs and righting his glasses, which were dangerously close to falling completely off his face now.
Standing, you shoot him one last look before walking to the bathroom, washing and wiping yourself down before shucking your clothes into the hamper. You grab an extra washcloth to clean Kim up with while you’re at it, running it under the faucet.
Lastly, a glass of water, because it was common courtesy and you appreciated it when you were in his position. Padding back into your bedroom, Kim sits in the same place, half asleep, though he stirs when you step close to him.
“Your water, milord.”
Slicking his hair back with a huff of a laugh, Kim takes the glass, a little too dazed to drink more than a bit off the top before setting it on the nightstand. You swipe up what you can between his legs, but the comforter is in desperate need of a run through the wash. You’re lucky you kept the extra one from your bed before you and Kim moved in together, because when you pry the dirty sheet out from under him, he looks like he’s considering pretending he didn’t just soak it through so he can just get to sleep now .
Instead, you shake out the folded one from the closet and lay it over Kim, but not before climbing back into bed with him. You slide the glasses off his face and onto the nightstand so you can gather him into your arms, squeezing him a little and laughing when he groans in protest.
“No more, get comfortable and go to sleep . Enough antics tonight.”
“Aw, you didn’t like my antics?” you ask, giving him the usual puppy-dog eyes he always bends to so easily,
“I never said that.” He gives you a dead faced look, though you can see the twitch of a smile. “Let’s just hope you can withstand the rules of your own game.”
A suggestion… a promise? You press another lazy kiss to his jaw, and he tucks himself under your chin for a moment.
Then he reaches for the light, clicking it off and bathing you in the quiet, dull moonlight of Jamrock.