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It was only ever supposed to be cuddling. He didn’t have any ulterior motive, honest! He was just going to slip you a little sleeping pill and then cuddle up to you in bed. Rest his head on your chest, wrap his arms around you, close his eyes and listen to your heartbeat. Just like old times.
But he’s feeling so raw . So vulnerable . And he can smell your shampoo. He can feel your warm skin under his hands. Your soft breath stirs his hair. And you’re so deeply asleep, he made sure of it. Nothing short of a miracle would wake you before the drugs had run their course.
He’s hard. Of course he’s hard. He could never keep his damned hormones under control. Not when it comes to you . Just the sight of you fills him with heat. Your smile, your laugh, your voice. Even hearing the vague mumbles as you sleep is enough to make his cock twitch.
“How do you always do this ?” His voice is a soft whine, face pressing into your neck as his hips shyly grind against your thigh. “Do you even know what you do to me?”
He hates it, not being able to control himself like this. He wishes he had more control. That he could ignore the way you affect him. Pretend to be cool and suave and sweep you off your feet instead of dropping to his knees and begging for you. But he can’t. The simple fact is, he’s wrapped around your finger. Whether you want him there or not.
“I… I know I don’t deserve this…” His breathing picks up as his hands fumble with your clothes. “But I can’t help it. I… I can’t!”
You’d understand. Of course you would. You’ve always understood. You know who he is. He’s laid his heart bare for you time and time again, and each and every time you kissed him and promised it changed nothing. So surely this won’t either! It’s nothing you haven’t done before, after all…
He frees you from your clothes, clumsily discarding his own as well. He’s so pent up . It’s been so long . Can you really blame him for being so eager? He throws your underwear into the pile of his clothes, already imagining how nice it’ll be to smell you whenever he wants. You smell so good. You’ve always smelled so good.
“I-I’m sorry…” He’s panting against your neck, hands shyly groping at your body as his cock slides between your thighs. “You’ll forgive me, won’t you? I j-just can’t help it…”
He presses his nose into your hair, breathing in deeply. His cock twitches at the familiar smell. He’s fucking your thighs with slow rolls of his hips, hands gripping onto you tightly as he whines in appreciation. You’re so soft . So warm . And he can feel you getting turned on by it. You want this too! Oh god, how relieved he is to know you want this too.
“I love you… so much …” His voice comes out between pants, hand moving to tease you. “I’ll m-make you feel good too, I promise!”
He ruts between your thighs, precum slicking them up until he’s fucking them with ease. His head catches on your hole with each thrust, drawing soft moans from your sleeping body and making you drip with arousal. You want this. You want him . He can feel it in every little moan and twitch of your hips. You want him .
“ No no no no … Not yet…” His eyes squeeze shut, tears slipping out as he desperately wills himself not to cum too soon. “I c-can’t, not yet…”
His hand reaches blindly for the lube he knows you keep on the bedside table. With shaking hands, he works your hole open slowly, trying not to let the soft warmth of your insides get to him. He can’t cum. Not yet. Not until he’s inside of you. He needs to cum inside of you. To leave you dripping with proof of his love.
“Finally… finally …” He presses the head of his cock to your hole, slick fingers returning to teasing you. “We’ll be together again. Properly together.”
Your sleeping body welcomes him with ease, more little sounds of pleasure falling from your lips. He stills as he bottoms out in you, face pressed into your neck. You’re so soft . So warm . You feel like you were made for him. Made to take his cock. Halfway between his saving grace and his personal fleshlight.
“D-don’t you feel it? We were made for each other…” Ian whimpers, tears wetting your skin. “You were m-made to take me like this.”
He fucks you with slow rolls of his hips, taking his time to make sure he doesn’t cum too soon. He wants you to cum first. To feel you cum around him. To know he was the one to make you feel this good. He needs it. He needs to know he’s good enough for you, that he deserves to cum inside of you.
His hands work to bring you to orgasm, and he’s rewarded with your limp body tensing under him. Waves of pleasure roll through you, cum leaving both of you slick and sticky. Your hole tightens around him, milking his cock. He watches your back arch. Your eyes flutter. Watches you cum for him even as the drugs keep you in a deep sleep.
“S-see? I told you I could do it! I p-promised I’d make you feel good too. And I did. I… hah… oh god…” His hips rut into you eagerly, fingers digging into your waist to ground himself. “Take it! T-take my cum~”
His lips press against your pulse as he cums deep inside of you. He can feel your heart beat under his lips. It’s so steady, so even. It grounds him through the waves of pleasure. His hands grope at every inch of your body he can reach, desperate to feel all of you. You’re all he wants. You’re all he’s ever wanted…
He’s shaking by the time he finishes, hands trembling and eyes prickling with tears. He feels… satisfied. And guilty. And a thousand other feelings that tangle up in his chest like so many balls of yarn knotted together. Regret, lust, loneliness, disgust, desperation, love… All he wants is for things to go back to the way they were. To be able to hold you again. Fuck you again. Be with you again . He hadn’t meant for any of it to go this way. His life. Your relationship. Tonight…
It was only ever supposed to be cuddling.