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a gentle hand comes up to cup his face softly. her thumb and index finger barely graze his skin and he instinctively leans into her touch with half-lidded eyes and a slight smirk on his plush lips.
he makes this face a lot; when he thinks he knows more than her, when he looks her up and down as if committing her form to memory, when he wants something from her, every time he calls her name with that sweet, honey-like voice, when he wakes up in the morning, and every single time he wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her close before kissing her goodbye.
without fail it gives her butterflies and goosebumps, causes the hairs on the back of her neck to stand. she always gets a little fidgety under his gaze and it makes her feel warm all over. he has that affect on her, always making her feel warm, and bright and most of all loved. he's special in that way, and one of the only people that have ever made her feel that good about herself.
her eyes flutter closed right before their lips touch and he melts. it's like they're transferring energies back and forth, like he's pouring all of himself into her, like their bodies and molded together, fitted to make one.
he kisses her like it's the first time. a little shy but sure, attentive, and passionate. it feels like when you stand under the sun and soak up all its rays - warm and fuzzy, rejuvenating and replenishing, healing of all things. she smiles almost every time, laughing against his plush pout. mammon smiles back and for a moment they’re all teeth and raised cheeks before he’s playfully licking into her mouth. she can never take anything serious when they kiss. it’s like she’s expelling all the awkwardness and nerves. mammon doesn’t complain, because even though every time they kiss its just like the first time, he would never have it any other way.
it’s a firm reminder of how their relationship started out; longing glances and holding eye contact for too long it’s borderline unbearable. there was all these mixed signals and miscommunications. unsure touches, established relationships, sneaking around, lying to themselves and so much want in their eyes that mammon made himself sick from the sole thought of not having her by his side.
his hand comes up to cup her cheek and she leans into his touch, reaching out for him and holding him closer. her hands wander into his white hair and running down the expanse of his broad shoulders. she pulls away then, leaning back to look at the stars in mammon’s eyes as they glisten below the warm light glowing overhead.
without saying anything she wraps her arms around his torso and he allows her to push him back into the bed. she cuddles up against him, her body freezing cold despite the heavy duvet covering them. mammon grimaces slightly, nevertheless shifts in arms so that he’s holding more of her. their legs tangle around each other as they face each other, chests pressed so close together it’s apparent that their breathing patterns are completely opposite.
he notices exactly when their breathes were synchronized. she let out a soft little sigh and snuggled even closer to him, rubbing her face against his chest. he knew she was going to fall back asleep soon and mammon runs his fingertips up and down her back.
“we should get up.” he grumbles as a soft yawn falls from his lips.
a soft, sleepy chuckle falls from her lips and she leans back to look up at him with downturned, half-lidded eyes.
“no need.” she says, pushing her face back against his neck. she speaks the words into his skin. “i’m comfy right here.”
“okay.” mammon grumbles, sinking into the bed and taking a deep breathe.
she liked these early morning moments. they happened like clockwork, a routine, the perfect way to start the day. in these moments she always seemed a lot more vulnerable, so open and bare, and mammon loves that. she pulls it out of him too, with her touch and with her words; with those pretty round eyes that see deep into his soul.
mammon pulls back and she’s already looking up at him sleepily and sinking into him as if trying to get into his skin. mammon leans down and their lips touch. it’s different from the kiss earlier. is slower, lazier and makes the hairs on mammons neck stand up.
it escalates quickly but nothing is rushed. everything is slow and calculated. every touch is sure to burn into her skin, every kiss is like a reset button.
she turns around and lays down on mammons arm, to which he wraps around her frame and holds onto her shoulder for support. he pulls her sleep shorts down and delicately runs his fingers through her folds, surprised by her wetness. she clenches around nothing with a muted gasp and mammon feels feral.
he rubs her pussy in slow circles, spreading her juices across her folds and down her thighs, rubbing her whenever, teasing her as much as he can, and all the while he’s kissing her so sinfully her eyes roll to the back of her head.
it’s pure ecstasy; the way mammon touches her. she can never get enough, is never satisfied. she’s insatiable when it comes to feeling his hands on her body. she mewls when a finger prods at her hole and sinks past her entrance with ease.
“pretty little thing.” mammon whispers and her whole body flushes. she bites her lip and averts her eyes, gripping onto mammon’s shoulder as he slowly and lovingly makes her cream on his fingers and see stars behind her eyelids.
mammon sinks into her with a soft cry, biting her shoulder to keep quiet as he does so. every thrust from then on is calculated, languid, and their bodies move as one.
mammon rambles sweet nothings in her ear with a hushed voice, caressing her skin with his free hand. he settles on her waist, gripping her firmly. every thrust makes her body jolt upwards accompanied by a cute sound falling from her lips. she turns her head and they kiss despite the awkward angle. it’s slightly strenuous, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.
with their bodies moving together as one, lush moans falling from her pretty lips, and those obscene, sticky sounds reverberating in the room cutting through the quiet of the house, mammon cums first. his mouth drops open and he pulls away from the kiss to rest his forehead against her back. his hands gripping her hips flex and he holds her hard enough to leave bruises. he fills her up with all his love, every fiber of his being. her body trembles, and with a breathy mammon, falling from her lips she cums too.
once she’s caught her breathe she turns to hold him in her arms better, cuddling up to his side and reaching up to push the strands of hair sticking to his forehead away.
“i love you.” she says, peering into his eyes with conviction.
she has stars in her eyes and this mirth-filled expression on her sleepy face. her hair is a mess, and she’s flushed, lips pouty and swollen. for a second mammon feels shy and before he can respond she presses her lips on his chest and speaks the words into his skin.
“i love you.”