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You arose at sunrise next to your long-time boyfriend, Lúcio. He always looked so peaceful asleep, despite being so energetic when he’s awake. Tucked snug under the thick covers, face sunkissed, he looked beautiful. You decide to take a couple minutes or so basking in the warmth of your bed and beauty of your boyfriend before dragging yourself out to brush your teeth and use the bathroom. Today was going to be exciting. Or maybe relaxing. It was going to be whatever you two made it, because today was Saturday. You and Lúcio have the weekend off. Lúcio had requested Overwatch let him be free of missions on the weekends, and was granted it, under the circumstance that there were no emergency situations. Today was going to be lovely.
After you finish in the bathroom, you leave and hear Lúcio in the kitchen. Always so quick to rise. You find him preparing to make breakfast. You walk up to him, and when he notices you, he leans behind himself to give you a soft good morning kiss.
“Mornin’, baby,” you tell him.
“Good morning! What do you feel like doin’ today?'' he asks. You think.
“Mm… I think I just wanna have a lazy day. Oh- breakfast in bed with a movie? It’d be cute,” you recommend.
“Yeah! I’ll have all this done in no time!”
You’re leaning on his back with your arms around him the whole time he cooks and prepares the meals. By the time he’s done, you have your eggs the way you like them and he has his the way he does. He’s also made bacon and waffles. Typical breakfast, but special to you because he made it. Special to you because you didn’t even need to ask. When the both of you have your plates and a cup of water, you head back to your shared bedroom. There's a nightstand on either side of the bed, so you two have enough space to set your breakfasts down and really get comfortable.
“So, what do you wanna watch?” you asked him when the two of you were settled in.
“I wanna know what you wanna watch,” he replies, eyes locked onto yours.
“Hardly matters…” you say before looking away to browse through Netflix, the eye contact still making you nervous after all this time. Soon, you find a movie you like and Lúcio agrees on it too, despite not even knowing what it’s about. As you two are sitting in bed, he brings his arm around you, keeping his hand on your waist. He obviously cared more about being around you than watching the movie, which you kind of loved.
You two finish breakfast and snuggle into each other as the movie plays. During any second the movie isn’t actively captivating you both, one of you turns to the other and steals a kiss. At first it’s giggly, quick and cute. Before the movie is even halfway over though, the kisses become more passionate, slower, and more frequent. Eventually, this is less of an at home movie date and more of an at home makeout session, which ends the fifth time the both of you run out of breath.
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After hours of comfortably lazing the day away, night arrives as you and Lúcio have now started drinking. Neither of you can stop smiling and neither of you break eye contact, the alcohol discarding your nerves. The both of you are in the kitchen and you’re sitting on the counter right above the drinks cabinet, hands cupping Lúcio’s face. Lúcio is standing between your legs, looking up at you with big eyes and arms around your waist. The moment feels like pure love.
“Man, you’re gorgeous,” he whispers to you. So you kiss him.
“You’re drunk,” you tell him, giggling.
“So? You know you’re just as beautiful when I’m not, baby,” he says, winking at you. You roll your eyes, still smiling.
“ You’re beautiful, handsome,” you tell him.
“Beautiful or handsome, which am I?” he asks you, joking.
“ Clearly , the two can co-exist,” you reply, caressing his cheek.
More mushy talk continues and eventually the two of you start making out again. With the alcohol in your systems it feels like so much more. Of everything. More intimate, more romantic, more captivating. It feels like love wholly. Without restraint. Lúcio’s hands begin roaming your body, finding your hips, sides, and stopping on your chest to massage your breasts. You hardly have any time to enjoy the feeling before it’s gone. He moves his hands under your shirt and back up to the same spot. You break the kiss to catch your breath.
“Fuck, baby,” you say to Lúcio, who’s now turned to kissing your neck.
“C’mere,” is all he says before lifting you off the counter.
He carries you to the bedroom. Much more comfortable than the kitchen counter. He sets you down carefully in the center of the bed before crawling on top of you, kissing you again. He speaks to you in between kisses.
“I missed you so much.. mm.. couldn’t wait to feel you.. mm.. ‘n see you again,” he tells you. You pull him closer to you via his waist and feel him stiff against you. He sighs into your mouth. “Needed you so bad,” he admits.
“Strip, baby,” you tell him. He complies. Breathing heavily, he sits up on his legs and rids himself of his shirt. Like that, he then again reminds you just how attractive he is. He looks hand-crafted to be admired. Lean, powerful body atop yours, glowing with the light of the moon from the bedroom window. His chest rising and falling with every breath. He’s truly a sight for sore eyes. He throws his shirt somewhere and gets off the bed to remove the rest of his clothes. You undress lying down.
When you two lock eyes again, it feels new. As if this isn’t a situation you’ve been in many times with each other. As if you’re seeing each other naked for the first time. As if you’re needing each other for the first time. Lúcio gets on the bed and moves himself between your legs. Hand on your stomach, he looks at your sex, then back up. Asking. You nod. He licks the tips of his ring and middle fingers and brings them down to your clit. After a light rub that makes your breath hitch, he slides two fingers into you. At this point you had already been wet enough to allow him to slide in easily. It felt good . You sigh at the feeling of finally being touched. Lúcio repositions himself downwards so he can lick at your clit as he fingers you. You close your eyes and begin to settle into bliss. Lúcio knows you by now. What feels the best, how to draw it out and how to make you cum fast. He’s taking his time.
Despite his slow pace, the passion and pressure he uses with you has your back arching, hands reaching to grab the sheets or his hair, desperate for an anchor. Your breathing becomes wild, untamed, and your body can’t seem to decide if it wants to pull away or grind further into his face. Lúcio’s tongue is warm on your clit, every bump of a taste bud giving you more pleasure. The skill he’s built up over the years with his tongue being pure sin. Inside of you, his fingers reach further than yours ever have, they fill you up more than yours ever have. They curl into places that make your eyes roll back. They make you wonder how you ever got off with your own.
When he begins to use your g-spot to his advantage, what little composure you held on to vanishes. His fingers and tongue are now making you moan carelessly, and every sound is music to Lúcio’s ears. Without much thought being put into any words, you’re moaning his name, please, and fuck . You don’t know it, but every word is making Lúcio painfully hard. It doesn’t take very long for you to start telling him you’re close. You can feel it, in mere seconds you’re sure to make a mess of his face. You feel an, “Mm-hm” vibrate off your clit and it feels like ecstasy. Suddenly, you’re violently grounded back into reality as Lúcio stops altogether. It’s devastating.
“Baby,” you say, sad, grieving the lost high.
“I know, I know. Let me make it up to you,” he tells you, whispering against your skin and kissing your thigh.
“Please, I need you,” you breathe, and he understands.
Lúcio again repositions and now gives you a full view of him. He’s upright on his knees before you, on full display. Your eyes can’t help but wander to his cock. Standing tall and ready, he’s long and average in girth. His tip is turning red, having been ignored for a merciless amount of time. The veins decorating his dick are pumping so much blood you can almost see them throbbing. He needs you just as bad as you need him. He leans down and rests his forearm beside your head before he whispers to you.
“Ready, baby?” he asks in your ear.
“Yes, please, ” you tell him. You couldn’t have been more ready. He kisses your cheek and uses his other hand to align himself. His tip rubs against your clit briefly, eliciting a small, “ fuck ” from you, which internally drives Lúcio crazy. Slowly, he begins to slide into you. The feeling is euphoric. Neither set of fingers, yours or his, could hold a candle to the fullness you feel when he enters you. The stretch does come with some pain, but you’re pretty accustomed to it at this point. Lúcio knows by now to wait about a minute or so before he starts moving, so he waits. Head still by your ear, he lowers himself slightly to allow himself to coat your neck in kisses before he finally begins to move. The two of you moan in time with each other at the feeling. It’s intoxicating. His pelvis is grinding against your clit, he’s moving inside of you, you can feel his breath and kisses on your neck; it’s easily an overwhelming amount of stimulation. Even so, you could only want more.
“Baby,” you begin, but don’t finish. Your hands bring his face to yours and begin to kiss him intensely. Still moving, he reciprocates. He’s kissing you like he was born to do it. Like he was drowning and you were the only source of oxygen on Earth. He’s moaning into your mouth completely shamelessly. You’re experiencing nothing but Lúcio. Every sense is flooded with him. You feel him, hear him, see him, taste him. He’s everything. He’s losing himself in you. His heart is leading him through every action. He’s driven by nothing but you. As your tongue dances with his, his tip collides with your cervix. As his hands grab your hips for dear life, his pelvis continues to stimulate you. It’s way too much. It’s not nearly enough.
“Lúcio, please ,” you say into his mouth. It’s not a sentence that gives him very much information, but regardless he knows exactly what you need. He begins moving faster, at an almost punishing pace. You throw your head back and he immediately takes the invitation to kiss your neck again. You know you can’t last. You hardly care about that, though. In fact, you’re desperate to coat him in your cum. It doesn’t take very long before you let him know.
“So close, I’m so close,” you tell him. What you didn’t expect was for Lúcio to take advantage of his head's reserved spot on your neck, and bite . That, paired with a few particularly powerful thrusts, has the both of you making a mess of each other with violently powerful orgasms. He has you borderline screaming with pleasure, and continues to drive the two of you through your highs.
When calmed, the both of you fall lax. For the next minute the two of you are catching your breaths, heart rates falling. When Lúcio comes to, he repositions the both of you so that you’re both laying on your sides as opposed to him laying on you. You look at him and kiss the tip of his nose. A smile is exchanged. His smile is gorgeous. Bright, full of love and life. He hugs you to him before speaking up.
“We gotta clean up now, but let me handle that.”
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When the two of you and your bed are again clean, as soon as you lay down you can feel the exhaustion rush over you. Lúcio snuggles against you, just as tired.
“Had a good day?” he asks.
“The very best.”
“I’m glad. Me too, nothin’ could ever live up to this.”
“This day?” you ask him.
“Nah, you. Seein’ you everyday, living my life with you, getting to be yours. Nothin’ could ever live up to you ,” he tells you, putting his finger against the center of your chest. It melts your heart.
“Lúcio,” you start, hand cupping his face, “I love you.”
“I love you more,” he says, then whispers, “ way more .”
You chuckle, and with that, the two of you have one more goodnight kiss and fall peacefully to sleep. Lovers cuddled against each other throughout the night, warm and safe, permanently intertwined. Hours later, once the moon had stayed its welcome and the birds again began to sing, you arose at sunrise next to your long-time boyfriend, Lúcio.