Work Text:
'checking in'
Rafayel sent that message three days ago. You were still on a mission at the time, of course, without telling him, otherwise he wouldn't be thinking that you might be dead right now.
You send a thumbs up emoji back, the message is on read in seconds. Good grief.
'my place at 8? ill cook you dinner' is what he sent. You take your time to think. The mission was exhausting, no doubt you need a good warm meal you don't cook by yourself, no doubt you'll need a good fucking massage later. You send another thumbs up emoji.
It's been months since you two became friends with benefits. It all started with 'a man and a woman in a lonely night' thingy, basic romance novels' plot about two friends fucking, but well, this relationship is definitely NOT going further than this (or so you insisted,) with your workload, thesis, etc. etc., not to mention HIS workload.
Rafayel's amazing at his work, he really is. Apart from your friendship, you look up to him. On his side, you think he might like you (judging by the way he talks,) but that's it. You aren't ready.
You arrive at his studio precisely on time. The smiling face you receive once he opens the door warms your heart up, though not much time for ceremonial greetings since your stomach growls so loud he loses his cool.
Thus, he brings you to the dining room, dimly lit by the candles on the table and a yellow lamp by the corner, curtains closed because he knows you easily get headache whenever you're tired.
The dine consists of the two of you catching up on each other. You, the latest mission, and Rafayel, his next exhibition. He also tells you he sneaked out to the mall and finally be able to catch the succulent bunny plushy. When you decide to ask him if he wants to fuck tonight, he almost chokes on his food. "I mean, of course I planned to, but saying it like that..." that blush of his will never gets old to you.
You put down your fork after swallowing the last bite of your dinner, push the plate aside. He watches your hand reach the candlestand and slide it out of your way, too, as you start climbing up on your hands and knees across the table towards him.
You stop before his plate. He looks up at you, eyes darkened, lets out a gasp as you push a bean into his mouth and yours follow.
The bean rolls across his mouth before you hook it forward with your tongue, sweeping it all over until you feel Rafayel plays with it, too, this time invading your own mouth which summons a moan from your throat. He wants to hear more, leans forward to suck your tongue into his mouth once, twice, a gasp comes out of you.
Satisfied, he pulls back, doesn't forget to kiss away the string of saliva connecting your lips.
You don't realize you're closing your eyes until you open them again to find Rafayel giving you a teasing grin. "Hi," he says. You unknowingly smile back, whispering "hi there" while he put his plate aside.
"Sit, I'll give you a massage," he nods towards the edge of the table. You oblige, tossing your legs on either sides of his thighs. The skirt barely covers anything under it in this angle but Rafayel decides it's not yet the time to dive in. He has to take it slow.
He starts at your right foot, lifting it into a better angle, which forces your skirt to hike up your thigh. Figure you can give him more, you lean back on your palms. Rafayel's breathe hitches, gaze back up towards yours.
"You think I won't do anything?" you chuckle at his question. He gives you an 'I warned you' look before focusing back at your foot, thumbs working to ease the throbbing sensation, which have you close your eyes again, then slide up the sides towards your ankle, circling around the bones. "Open your eyes," he instructs, you oblige once more.
Watching his slender fingers work up your calf does something to you, and he knows that, smirking to himself as he hear your breathe hitching.
Once he reaches your knee, he stops and leans down to place a kiss on it. You call out his name in a faint voice. He hums back, before placing open-mouthed kisses up the length of your inner thigh.
You watch as he disappears beneath the hem of your skirt, as he hook his arm under your thigh to push it further from the other to give another kiss right between. You whine, heart thumping like crazy, expecting more to come but he pulls back to mirror the same act on your other leg, starting from the very first step at your foot.
The process is agonizingly slow, yet makes the heat pooling between your legs grow rapidly. This time he doesn't give you a single kiss, instead, yanks your panties down to rest at your ankles. You yelp at the sudden action, almost glare at him but he stands up first.
He tugs a strand of hair behind your ear. For a second, you see softness in his eyes, before he leans in to place his lips above yours, licking into your mouth.
One of your hands on his cheek, another one hooked around his neck, he's in control. You feel his hands trail up your back above the shirt as he lays you against the table. "This is about you," he whispers after pulling back from the kiss and nuzzles his face against your palm. You nod in haze, after that, you can't see him anymore.
Rafayel pushes your legs up in the air as he kneels down, making his face the same level as your pussy.
His index and middle fingers part your labia, he places a kiss on the entrance, watching muscles contract due to anticipation. He knows you're trying to hide your voice. He just has to do better.
So he licks a strip up the length, flicking at your clit. Your hands slam onto the edge of the table to find an anchor before he sucks, hard, at the bundle of nerves until you finally let out a loud whine. He moves down to collect the gush of arousal that left your body, not letting any drop onto the table, and take the opportunity to plunge his tongue into your hole, nose hitting your clit every time he pushes in.
You want to grab a handful of his hair, you want to be able to glance down and see that beautiful face covered in your liquid, see how his brows form a frown as he tries to dip his tongue in and out, but he's not letting you, still holding your legs up with your fucking panties tying around your ankles. The only thing he's letting you sense is the squelching sounds of your pussy and the sounds of his moan at your taste. You cry out his name, he hums back, the voice sending vibration up your core, torturing you even more.
He watches how your thighs start to twitch, then pulls back with a pop and replaces his tongue with his fingers, thumb pressing onto your clit moving in circles at the same tempo he's bullying that spongy spot inside you.
You scream his name over and over and over until your body tense, the coil that has been building up suddenly snaps as you squirt, clear liquid spills onto his hand and awaiting mouth. His helps you through your orgasm, pumping his fingers, mumbling praises until you beg for him to stop.
Despite panting heavily, you push yourself up into a sitting position, shake your panties off, and take a look at Rafayel who's still on his knees.
You made a mess on his face. The evidence of your release clear from his nose to his chin, which he uses the back of his hand to wipe it before it can drip onto the floor.
You decide to clean it, both palms cupping his chin up as you lean down. His eyes meet yours and you break the contact, tongue sticking out to lick his face clean, from his chin, his cheeks, to the bridge of his nose. When you pull back licking your lips, you find the lust in his eyes grew.
"You want me to fuck you that much?" he asks, his voice deep with arousal. He's not playing anymore, you realize, and that makes you heart jump in excitement.
He doesn't let you answer, pulling you down from the table and carries you into the bedroom.
You thought he'd toss you on the bed, but no, he places you gently before climbing up to join you.
You instinctively spread your legs for him. Rafayel chuckles as he sits in the space you provided, fingers travel to your shirt to unbutton it as quickly as possible. He doesn't take it off, just pull either side apart to expose your upper body and immediately moves on to your bra, again, just unclapping and pulling it down to get a glimpse of your breast.
"Rafayel," you call, not quite sure why. He looks back at you anyways, eyes half closed you can only see the red part of them. That's hot.
You notice he's sweating, his breathes quickened and ragged, so you pull his face closer into another kiss, letting him into your mouth and kiss you as if he's going to devour you. A hand snakes between your legs in the middle of the act. You gasp as soon as he pulls back.
He smiles at you, calls your name, and tells you to look.
You glance down to find his hand, two fingers coating in your previous release, pressing down against the valley between your breasts, dragging up to your collarbone, up to your neck. You toss your head onto the pillow, watching his expression as he focuses on the wet trail he's creating on your body.
Finally, the fingers reach your mouth, tap twice and you let them in, getting a taste of yourself once more.
You don't let this opportunity slide, glancing up to meet his eyes as you suck on his fingers. Rafayel takes a deep breath before pulling them out.
You reach out and tug at his belt, dramatically pouting at him and he pouts back (of course, what would you expect?) though he finally tosses the belt off, unzips his pants which has an obvious bulge beneath it, and pulls it down along with his boxers.
He sees you accidentally licking your lips as soon as his cock springs free. "Next time," he says in amusement, a hand used to tilt your chin up to look at his face once more.
His free hand lines his cock with your entrance. You squeeze your eyes shut when he pushes the tip inside. He coos, leaning in to place a kiss on your forehead and stops pushing in until you're nodding, ready to take more.
Every inches of him feels so delicious inside your walls. The stretch burns, but it'll subside once he starts fucking you. He pushes in further and further until both of your pelvises touch. He takes another deep breath while he waits for you to adjust.
"Does it hurt?" he asks after a while passes, worried he might be hurting you in some way. You shake your head.
"Please fuck me," you said finally. Rafayel nods and places his hand on your hip, another one above your head to prevent you from hitting the board.
He goes slow at first, observing you close your eyes to embrace the sensation of him inside. Then he wants to hear your voices, suddenly pulls back almost entirely before slamming back in. You yelp, tears prick at the corner of both eyes as he repeats the act a few more times, watching your breasts bounce up and down with every thrusts.
He slows down again to lick the tears off your face. You sob, hand trying to find his. He obeys, lacing his fingers with yours.
He picks up the pace, making you toss your head to the side, his hips tilting until he finds the right angle that makes you whine out every time he hits the sensitive spot.
You're crying, moaning, begging in his embrace. Rafayel watches the sight and bite his lips. He likes you. He knows sex isn't enough for him but if you don't want anything more than that, it's fine. He kisses your bare neck, leaves a mark on you where no one can see, and continues ramming the particular spot inside you until you kick your legs, toes curling.
That was the sign. His free hand reaches down to rub your clit left and right, fast enough for you to arch your body into him in seconds, walls clenching tightly around him as you cum with a scream.
The spasming around him makes Rafayel follow you, collapsing his head in the crook of your neck as his cum paints your wall. You feel him twitch inside you for the last time before he hums in relief, hand coming up to pat your head.
"Did I do good?" you tilt your head in his direction as soon as you hear the question.
"That was good, thank you," you answer, he lets out a chuckle.
Rafayel rolls the two of you over, his softening member still inside you, seeking every bit of your warmth.
"Let's stay like this for some time."
He thinks he might like you more than he wants to.