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Nathan sat on the edge of his bed; the bottle in his hand seemed to glow softly from the aquarium that dimly lit the room from behind him. He was visibly frustrated, even though you thought you’d have surprised him by being back early. He probably snuck alcohol whenever you left despite your many attempts to convince him to cut down on the drinking after his last liver transplant. You couldn’t be too mad; he was trying at least (and wasn’t doing anything that could get him into any trouble).
You cocked your head to the side slightly, watching him as you closed the door behind you. “So no ‘hi, welcome back sweet prince’?” you joked, shooting him a smirk. Unamused, he grumbled in response. He hadn’t taken his eyes off you since you waltzed in. His face was slack and eyes nearly half-lidded; you could have thought he was completely dazed if it weren’t for his piercing eye contact.
You walked up to him, stopping just where the corner of the bed met the space of the room. Nathan had some c-tier horror movie from what appeared to be from the 90s on the tv across the room. The practical effects weren’t convincing, albeit disgusting with incredible attention to detail on every gaping flesh wound. You looked back at him; still staring. You walked in front of him, obscuring any view of the tv, and sat on the side of him opposite to the door. He looked back at the tv; you did too. “I thought I‘d surprise you by being back early,” you said as you gestured to him dramatically, just barely audible over the yelling in the movie. For a moment you sat watching the large screen in front of you. What you could only imagine being a zombie alien was tearing the limbs off some woman, and excessive blood and goring ensued for what felt like minutes. The resolution of the movie could not have been better than 360p, and the sheer size of the enormous flatscreen it spanned upon didn’t help the quality look any better.
You heard liquid move in the glass bottle next to you and instinctively looked back down. Nathan was staring again; eyes absolutely piercing through you. Flashes from the tv reflected in his lush green irises. Your eyes trailed down him; his old faded t-shirt stretched across the expanse of his chest. His arms, while not toned were visibly strong, and filled out his sleeves snugly. His lower stomach was barely exposed over his boxers; creating the perfect window for his happy trail. Nathan had gained weight over the years, but god did he still look as beautiful as ever. You tried to meet his eyes again, but they were trailing down your body now. His desire had been nearly palpable since you had entered the room, but now you were sure you could feel it.
When he looked back up at you, you slinked over to him and slowly straddled his lap. He was tense. Impatient. You could feel the muscles flexed in his thighs, stomach, and shoulders as you gingerly slid your hand up his torso. Your hands finally met the sides of his face, moving the long strand of hair that fell in front of his face behind his ear before leaning in to kiss him, painfully slow. He let you take the lead, but was clearly holding something in him back, which you found quite endearing. You ran your hands up into his hair as you deepened the kiss and savored the bitter flavor of beer that made it from his mouth to yours. Nathan wrapped his arms securely on your lower back; his bottle clinking against a fingernail on his opposite hand. He was clearly impatient. You could tell he was desperately trying not to, but Nathan couldn't help but hold you tighter and kiss you deeper as you continued to tease him.
You try to pull away from him slowly, but it only makes him kiss you harder and reach down to grope your ass. You couldn't help but smirk at his pathetic attempt at masking his desperation as you reached one hand behind yourself to grab his bottle, and leaned back to set it on the floor. Nathan yanked you back up as soon as he heard the glass settle flat on the floor in two consecutive clinks. One of his hands grabbed at your back from under your shirt, one size too big. In his attempt to snake his free hand up the front of your torso, you grabbed a handful of his raven dark hair just above the nape of his neck and pulled his head back to sink your teeth just below his ear. Nathan hisses and grabs at your sides in an attempt to hold you in place, but you surprised him by throwing your whole body weight on him as he tried to tilt his head back down. Nathan was incredibly solid, but could easily be taken down given the right circumstances. He could have thrown you off him easily, but he would never risk actually hurting you. You were too precious to him, even if he couldn't admit it out loud.
You placed your hands under his armpits and firmly pushed upwards as if to tell him to scoot up his bed further, to which he obliged. You were sitting on top of him, with your legs on either side of his hips. You felt his dick twitch through the thick denim, and his eyes still cut through you like shards of broken glass. He tried to prop himself up to face you better, but he let you firmly push him back against the mattress, though begrudgingly. He positioned his hands on your hips, and yours on his. You pushed his shirt up, and he pushed up yours in response. You knew Nathan was still anxious about his body, so you pulled away to help him take your shirt off before peeling his off under you. His hands were already hooked around your belt loops, and you reached down to undo your belt. You swiftly kicked your pants onto the floor and positioned yourself back on top of him, on the top of his hips in only your underwear.
You leaned over him to kiss him again, and he met you feverishly; Nathan’s face was now noticeably hot to the touch. He groaned bittersweetly as your sloppy open-mouthed kisses trailed down his neck to his chest painfully slow, the heat building up inside him only got more and more obvious. You stopped to focus on his left tit, sucking on it softly for a moment before tenderly biting down on it. Nathan growls and tries to push you up in a vain attempt to assert his dominance over you, but you are quick to sit up and push him back down again, but this time by his neck. “Patience,” you say softly yet firmly. You shift upwards so your weight is set on either side of his abdomen; straddling his lower stomach with your thighs, and his gaze softens just enough for you to notice.
You swiftly turn around; still straddling him but with your back now facing him. You hesitate undoing his belt, and he bucks his hips up in the air as soon as you finish as a plea to tear them off him, to which you quickly oblige. You place your hands into the mattress text to his hips and shift your ass up his chest, head still in place but now leaning forward towards his boxers. You tease and paw at his half-hard clothed cock and he hums deep in his chest, deep enough to feel it in your core. You're pushing his patience and he knows that you know this. As the fabric of his underwear grows more and more strained, you decide to pull them down once you notice a wet spot; some precum absorbed by a few threads. His cock springs up towards you, as if begging for the attention it needs so bad. You gently kiss the head, and down the shaft before softly running your tongue back up painfully slow. It seems like an eternity before your mouth wraps around his head, and sucks it softly before slowly taking more of him in your mouth, little by little.
Nathan snakes his hands up your torso again, but you quickly grab his wrists and pin them down on either side of his hips, growling around his cock. He nearly whimpers in response, voice barely cracking out anything audible. As you continue to bob your head slowly up and down his length, you can feel his hot breath through your underwear, and you become painfully aware of how close his face is to your ass. You push his boxers further down his legs as an excuse to shove your ass further in his face, and your breath hitches as you feel his nose right up against your clothed ass, followed by him lifting up his chin so it perfectly hits that soft sensitive spot.
You feel Nathan struggle against your grasp on his wrists, and you reward him freedom for his obedience and patience. He gingerly hooks your underwear off your ass and down your legs as you tilt your hips to accommodate him. You set yourself back on his face, and he for sure moans this time. Now Nathan would never admit to liking going down on you, but it drives him insane; he could get all stirred up just thinking about eating you out after you finally got him to try it..
For a moment, you were both entranced by each other; Nathan was trying his best not to buck his hips up into your mouth as he laps at your dripping cunt, and you were trying your best not to grind your ass in his face too hard while you swallow him down your throat. In a split second you regain groundedness, and realize how close he is. Your focus is now shifted to getting him as close to orgasm as possible, and making sure that he can’t. Surely that'll teach him patience.
Nathan’s bucking his hips up towards you becomes increasingly erratic, and you can feel him lose focus on eating you out; his pace sloppy until he eventually gives into the sensation completely and can’t help but pant under you with his mouth still up against your dripping cunt. Right when you think he’s on the edge, you take him completely out of your mouth, leaving his aching cock exposed to the cold air, and he whines as you swipe away the trail of saliva still connecting you. You turn around to face him again, and he’s flushed from his chest to his ears and has an expression of disbelief and desperation across his face.You knew exactly how to put him where you wanted him.
He was now propped up on his elbows, looking at you for any sort of relief. You were both slick with sweat and sat for a moment, admiring how you one another looked like this. You couldn't help but stare at how beautiful Nathan looked; his wide pleading eyes reflected the soft blue glow from the window and long strands of hair clinging to the sides of his face. He would never show it publicly, but for you he was vulnerable. Nathan would never let anyone have this much power over him but you. He trusted you, and it fills you with a sort of pride knowing that.
You look at him as you shift downward until you can feel his cock prob at your ass. You prop yourself up on your knees and hover above him as you reach behind yourself and line him up with your entrance, never breaking eye contact. Nathan’s chest practically heaves as he watches you in his peripheral vision, and his mouth still hangs open as he breathes heavily. You continue to watch him closely as you slowly sink down on him, taking as much of him in as you possibly can. His eyes flutter and roll back into his head as he drops himself back onto the mattress, moaning your name in what sounds like a strained whisper. It takes a moment and a few involuntary bucks of Nathan's hips for you to finally bottom out on him. Still, you never fail to forget just how thick he is.
Nathan looks up at you with eyes half-lidded when he feels you grab onto his thick waist to brace yourself as you begin to ride him. He reaches up to hold onto your hips firmly as you start finding rhythm and grips you firmly with his large hands. You keep the pace for a minute or so as the two of you try your hardest to hold back breathy moans before you begin sliding your hands up his side and leaning closer to him, slowing the pace as you do so. He groans as your hands make their way up to his tits, squeezing them firmly before cupping his face and leaning down to kiss him ever so gently. His lips were still parted as he breathed heavily against your kiss, and his hips moved feverishly to try and match the pace you once met.
Nathan’s hands trailed up your back before you snaked yours between him and the mattress as best you could, and rolled to the side to silently command him on top of you. And he obliged, holding you tightly and swiftly rolling you under him. He shifted down as you straddled his waist with your legs until he found his face in the crook on your neck. He sucked at your neck as he thrusted into you, and you leaned into him as if to urge him to bite down into you. You moan loud when he eventually marks up your neck, before propping up onto his knees and grabbing your hips to lift you up and plow into you as you stay laid on your back.
At this angle, Nathan finds it much easier to bottom out inside you while hitting your sweet spot with each thrust of his hips. When he finds his pace, he shifts your weight onto one of his strong arms while his other hand finds its way to your clit, stimulating it with sloppy circular motions. Your legs instinctively release themselves from Nathan and you buck your hips up further onto Nathan as your knees slam down into the mattress beside him as a response to the new sensation.
You were getting close, and you could tell that he was too. Both of your thrusts were becoming more and more erratic, and you suddenly felt closer to orgasm as Nathan pressed down harder onto your clit. In a last second attempt to try and get him to hit your sweet spot as you came, you hooked your left leg around his back and pulled him closer to you, and your other leg pushed you up further off the mattress. You came hard and fast, clenching hard around Nathan. He was quick to follow, and finished deep inside you with a few more thrusts as you thoroughly milked his cock.
After riding out your highs, he collapses back on top of you, while being careful not to absolutely crush you under his full body weight. He practically melts into you when he wraps his arms around and under you, noticeably less tense than before. He’s still hot and flushed, but with every breath you can feel him start to cool off. You wrap your arms around him, gently scratching his back as he nuzzles his face back into the crook of your neck. Barely audible, he grumbled an “I missed you” behind your ear. You chuckle to yourself lightly; you loved how sweet he could be when he was drunk. You held him tighter against you. “I missed you too.”