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your gaze flicks up his toned body as you draw back, licking your lips. kaeya’s chest heaves, gasping for air as he rides out the second orgasm you’ve given him with your tongue buried between his legs. and it won’t be the last one of the night; you’re starting to become more aware of your own needs watching him tremble and shake under you.
kaeya looks momentarily startled, but not uncomfortable, when you push his knees to his chest, folding him over himself, leaving him open and exposed to you. his swollen cunt glistens with your spit and his own wetness. beautiful. you’re so perfect, kaeya.
“gonna let me fuck you, baby?” your voice comes out rough and laced with want. with a wide grin, kaeya lets his knees drop open further, with half a mind to feel embarrassed at how vulnerable the position is and half a mind to get you on top of him as soon as possible. “naturally.”
you hastily position your hips against his, slicking up your hard clit by running it through his folds. when you find the spot to rub your clit against his, you groan lowly while kaeya whines with overstimulation. this won’t last long.
your rough starting pace quickly smooths out into fast, slick slaps of your skin against his, grinding down hard against his cunt. kaeya’s wanton moaning has started up again, more worn out and broken than the first two times. his legs twitch uselessly from where you hold down his thighs.
as the aching feeling in your core builds, you search for something that’ll drive you over. bringing your fingers to his lips, pushing them into his mouth and slicking them up on his tongue. kaeya moans appreciatively around the digits, sucking them in and drooling over your hand.
you pull your fingers out and bring them to circle a nipple, playing with the bud and tugging on it roughly. kaeya jolts and writhes like your touch is electric. his moans pitch higher and higher as his back bows off the bed like a string wound too tightly.
a particularly harsh pinch makes him cry out your name, and you clench your jaw tightly as the blinding white sensation takes you over. your thrusts become erratic, chasing your pleasure against his dripping pussy. you’re so lost in the feeling you don’t notice when kaeya comes for the third time, soaking the sheets beneath you.
after a moment, you remember the stretch probably is uncomfortable for kaeya, and let his legs fall on either side of you, sliding over his trembling figure to bring his lips to yours. you wonder briefly, pushing sweat-slicked bangs out of his face, if he can still taste himself on your tongue.
“thank you,” comes his voice finally, sounding tired and satisfied. a blissful smile has made its way onto his bruised lips. gazing over his relaxed features, you feel your heart squeeze in your chest. “thank you,” you reply. “let’s clean you up, gorgeous.”