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Before getting together with Isabeau you never really thought much about sex. To you it’s always been a bit gross and weird, and you’ve never quite understood why people like it so much. You’re pretty sure you’ve had sex before—otherwise how would you know you think it’s gross—but you can’t exactly remember. But that’s nothing new.
You’re not sure you would be thinking about it now if you didn’t know Isabeau liked sex. The topic had come up once when you’d first officially gotten together. At the time you’d confessed your dislike and Isabeau took it in stride. You didn’t miss the flash of disappointment that crossed his face, but he respected your boundaries and hasn’t broached the topic sense.
But… you’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. You love Isabeau so much. He’s kind and thoughtful and so respectful it’s almost frustrating. You don’t think sex would be so bad if it’s with him, so you want to at least try.
You find Isabeau in the living room nursing a cup of lukewarm coffee as he goes over some design notes for an upcoming collection. He’s been working on this current project for weeks now, agonizing over each design, and you’ve seen the strain it’s been putting on him. Maybe this will be a good break for him.
You channel your inner actor and march up to him with all the confidence you can muster. Isabeau glances up as you approach and smiles like the sun, nearly blinding you with his joy.
“Sif!” he cheers, setting down his design papers to give you his full attention. He’s too good to you.
You can’t help but mirror his smile. “Isa!” you answer.
“Siiiif!”
“Issaaaa!”
“Siiiiiifff!”
“Isssaaaaa!”
He laughs. “What’s up, sunflower?”
Your heart thrums nervously. Asking for what you want has never come easy to you, but you made a promise that you would try. You stand your ground and take a deep breath in and out. You can do this.
“Soooo,” you start, drawing the word out long, and take a seat next to him. “You remember how I said I didn’t really like… sex?”
His face flushes and he perks up. Has he already figured you out? “Yeah?”
“Well, um…” Stars, this is difficult. “I was wondering if we could, uh, try? Having sex that is.”
Isabeau’s cheeks go dark and his eyes go wide. “A-are you sure?” he stutters, scooting closer and grasping your hands. “Like really, really sure? Like one hundred percent totally sure?”
No. But you want this anyways. “Yeah. I’m sure, Isa.” You give his hands a squeeze.
“Oh!” he squeaks, beaming at you. He’s so cute. “Okay! Um, wow! I didn’t expect this I—wow!” He giggles nervously.
“Me neither,” you say honestly. “But, I want to try. If you want to…?”
“Yes!” he says too loudly. “I mean, y-yeah. I’d really like that, Sif.”
You grin, a bright giddy feeling bubbles up from your lungs and you tap-tap-tap your feet on the floor. “Can we try now?”
“R-right now?” You didn’t think it was possible for his voice to go any higher.
“It’s okay if you’re still busy!” you hurriedly add. “We don’t have to do it right now but, um…” You’re kind of? Excited?
Isabeau doesn’t even look at the designs on the table. “We can do it now. We can absolutely do it now.” His excitement radiates off him in waves.
“Are you sure?” you ask.
“Sif, buddy.” His face is so dark. “There’s no way I’m going to be able to get any work done knowing that you want to have sex with me.”
Oh! Your gaze drops to your hands. Your face is on fire. You knew he wanted to have sex with you, but you hadn’t realized just how badly.
This does nothing to slow your rapidly beating heart, in fact it only speeds up knowing how badly he wants this. What if you’re bad at this? What if he’s expecting something amazing and it’s terrible and he hates it and then hates you and—
No. You take a deep breath in and out. You’ll be fine. You trust him. You smile shakily at Isabeau. “I’m kinda nervous,” you admit softly.
He returns your smile. “M-me too. But I’m also really, really excited.”
You duck your chin like you would to hide in your cloak, except you’re not wearing it.
“We should move to the bedroom though.” Isabeau says. “I’d, um, rather not destroy my back on the couch.”
“Yeah.” You grin mischievously at him. “That would be SOFA-king uncomfortable.”
On cue Isabeau bursts into uproarious laughter as he drags you to your feet and you join in, entranced by the way he lights up. His face as he laughs is as warm as the sun on a summer day. Warm and beautiful. The familiarity of the scene does wonders to calm your nerves.
You really did get so lucky with him.
On your tiptoes, you kiss his cheek which immediately flushes even darker as you pull away. Cute.
Isabeau all but drags you to your shared bedroom. His excitement is palpable, but also strangely cute. He’s shaking like an over excited puppy as he pulls you close.
He leans close, eyes darting between your eye and your lips. “Can I kiss you?” he asks, breath fanning over your lips.
You nod.
Isabeau kisses you, slowly and sweetly. He doesn’t deepen the kiss, but you can feel him holding back waiting for you. Going at your pace without you needing to ask.
Hesitantly you suck his bottom lip into your mouth and give it an experimental bite. Isabeau groans softly somewhere deep in his chest, the sound reverberating through you. He liked that.
With renewed confidence, you bite down again, harder this time, and tug his lip with your teeth. Isabeau’s hands grip your biceps tightly and he whines. Oh he really liked that.
You tuck that little piece of knowledge away in the back of your brain for later. Maybe he’d like it if you bit somewhere else?
Releasing his lip with a wet pop you lick into his mouth, suddenly ravenous. Like you hadn’t even realized how hungry you were for this. You’re sure you're not good at this with your inexperienced and sloppy kisses, but whatever you’re doing seems to be affecting Isabeau. He shakes and starts to sink under your attention.
Literally sink. Uh, oops. You pull back from his mouth with a slick pop and he falls on the bed with a rush of air. Isabeau stares up at you, looking dazed. You can practically see the hearts in his eyes.
“Wow,” he breathes. He licks his lips and swallows. “That was…”
“Good?”
“Yeah. Really, really good. Did–did you like it?”
You nod.
“Good.” His hands find your hips and you flinch. As if burned, he draws his hands back. “A-ah! Sorry, Sif. Should I not touch there?”
You pause. You… didn’t dislike the feelings of his hands on your hips, but you hadn’t expected it either. Normally when you kiss him, he keeps his hands on your back or at your waist.
“I… I was just surprised, I think?” you answer.
He frowns and you feel your heart sink. Did you answer wrong? Should you have said no? Does he not want to touch you anymore? Are you—
“Okay,” he says and slowly puts his hands back on your hips. This time you try really, really hard not to flinch. Still frowning, Isabeau rubs his thumbs against the divot of your hips.
You should just call this off and leave, you messed up, you messed up, you messed up.
“Hey, Sif?” Isabeau says after a tense moment.
You hum.
“Is there… anywhere you don’t want to be touched?”
You start to shake your head and then stop. Is there anywhere? Absentmindedly, you poke at your neck, your chest, your stomach, all of which are fine. It’s not until you reach your crotch that you stop. Your hand falters in the space between your legs and you swallow.
You don’t even like touching yourself and as much as you love Isabeau you don’t think you’d like him touching you there either. But… but how are you supposed to have sex if you don’t want to be touched? You’re no expert but you’re pretty sure that’s a necessary part and you don’t want to be touched and you led Isabeau on for nothing and now he’s going to hate you and you’re awful, awful, awful.
“Sif?” Isabeau prompts. You’ve been quiet for too long!!! You need to say something!!!
“I, um…” You drop your hand from your crotch and squeeze your eye shut. You can’t look at him while you say this. “I don’t think I want to be touched down there. I-I’m sorry, w-we can stop maybe this was a bad idea and—”
“Do you want to stop?” he asks.
You shake your head.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” You peek at him. His face his still flushed dark, but he surprisingly doesn’t look like he wants to leave.
“Yeah,” he says, smiling. “We’re going at your pace, so wh-whatever you wanna do.”
Whatever you want to do, huh?
“I want to make you feel good,” you whisper.
Isabeau makes a small noise. “O-oh yeah?”
You nod.
“W-well we can do that. Yes. Yeah. We sh-should do that.”
“You’re… fine with not touching me there?”
“Of course, Sif,” he says earnestly. “That’s y’know what boundaries and all are for.”
You… nod. “Okay.”
“Okay!”
There’s an awkward pause and then you ask, “Can I kiss you again?”
“Yes. Please.”
You cradle his face as your lips meet once more and Isabeau sighs into your mouth. You nip easily at his lips and the hands on your waist flex.
You drop your hands to his chest and without thinking you squeeze his pecs, your fingers sinking into the soft fat. It draws another noise from Isabeau that you greedily swallow down, hoarding his sounds like a dragon.
You need to hear these noises aloud.
Breaking the kiss, you give his chest a gentle push that easily knocks him to his back. A rush of giddy power floods your veins seeing how easily he bends to you. You prowl forward like a predator stalking its prey and are about to climb on top of him when he cries, “Wait, wait lemme—“
You freeze as Isabeau sits back up and yanks his shirt over his head. Shirtless, he rearranges himself so his head is cushioned by the pillows rather than hanging halfway off the bed. That’s probably smart.
“Okay all good now,” he says.
You laugh. You were worried he had wanted to stop. But no, he just wanted to get comfortable and take his shirt off.
“I could’ve done that for you,” you say.
“Y-yeah—“ His brain shortcruits as you climb on his lap. His hands fall to your thighs and he stares up at you with wide, lovestruck eyes. The flush on his cheeks is so dark, you have half a mind to worry he might explode if they go any darker.
He’s so cute. You can’t help but kiss him again. You bite down on his lip and he digs his fingers into your thighs with a soft noise. He must be really sensitive. Everything you’re doing seems to draw some sort of reaction from him and you know you’re not particularly skilled at this.
You run your hands over his broad chest, soft, warm skin broken up by a handful of scars. Some are from when he’d crafted his body, others are from battle. All of them are a testament to how much he has survived.
Isabeau twitches as your thumb runs over one of his nipples. Oh?
You break the kiss, gazing down at Isabeau’s splayed out form. His chest heaving with each breath he takes.
Keeping your eye locked on his face, you press your thumb to his nipple with more purpose. Isabeau’s breath hitches, but otherwise he doesn’t react. Maybe it was the movement? You circle your thumb and a soft sigh spills from Isabeau’s lips. There we go.
His mouth opens like he wants to say something, but it quickly snaps shut.
“What’s up, sunshine?” you ask, feeling more confident now that you have him under you like this.
“Oh um.” He seems taken off guard that you’d asked him. “Can you pull on them? My nipples?”
You do as asked, pulling roughly at his nipple, remembering how he liked when you bit down harder on his lip. Isabeau throws his head back and moans, loudly.
“Yeah!” He says breathily. “Just—just like that.”
Using both hands you give both of them a harsh tug. Isabeau’s hands grip your thighs so tightly and he keens. Your heart flutters in your chest. You’ve barely done anything to him yet you can make him sound so pretty.
You want to tell him but the words stick in your throat. You’ve never been great with speaking but… you can show him. You kiss him again, deeper than before, running your tongue over the backs of his teeth. All the while plucking at his nipples like guitar strings to make your lover sing. And sing he does, you lap up each sound as they spill into your mouth, desperate for more and more and more. Isabeau shudders beneath you as you give his lip another bite.
Inspiration strikes and you move to settle between his thighs instead, lifting yourself over the growing bulge in his pants. He seems to like it when you bite his lip so….
You sink your teeth into the meat of his pectoral and Isabeau’s startled gasp blends into a low moan. Your body feels warm and a shiver runs from the top of your head, your belly tingles with the beginnings of a small fire.
Again, again, again.
You let go and bite down over his nipple. Isabeau’s responding moan is even louder. One of his hands threads through your hair, giving the strands a harsh tug.
Oh does he want you to stop? You release him again and glance up taking in his expression. His cheeks are flushed deep and his mouth is open and panting.
“Don’t stop,” he says before you can even get a word out. “Change, please. Don’t stop.”
You grin, well if he insists. Sinking your teeth around his other nipple you experimentally hollow your cheeks sucking the skin into your mouth. Isabeau thrashes beneath you. The hand in your hair returns and his other grips your shoulder.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he whines.
Stars. You could do this forever. Just to hear him like this. It’s… doing something to you. Your pussy throbs in time with your own heartbeat as you draw another sound from your lover.
“Sif. Sif I ah please m-my cock. Please.” He grinds his hips up in search of friction, and whines when he finds none.
“So impatient,” you tease as you release his chest with a wet pop. “I thought you said we were going to take this slow?”
Now that you have him already so pliant under you, something in yourself has changed. You feel… so much more confident. You still have no clue what you’re doing, but Isabeau seems to really really like everything you’ve tried so far.
Isabeau for his part gives you the most pathetic looking puppy dog eyes. You snicker and pat his cheek.
“Don’t worry, sunshine. We’ll get there.”
“At least, um, at least take my pants off?” He asks, still giving you those blinding puppy dog eyes.
You roll your own eye playfully, but oblige. Sitting up on your knees your hands shake as you reach for the clasp of his pants. This is the real test. What to do with Isabeau’s cock. You need to make sure it feels good for him.
You fumble with the button for an embarrassingly long time before you manage to pop it open. You’re not sure what you expected. For Isabeau’s cock to immediately jump out at you? But instead you’re met with the plain fabric of his boxers complete with a wet spot right on top.
You feel a little dizzy looking at it. He’s hard because of you. He’s leaking in his pants because of you.
“U-um.” Isabeau squirms.
Oh you’ve been staring. Your face all but bursts into flames as you quickly slide his pants down and off—nearly falling over in your haste.
Isabeau giggles nervously and you echo him. “S-sorry,” you say. “That’s just really, really hot.”
He sucks in a sharp breath. “Yeah?”
You nod.
You hook your fingers in the waistband of his boxers and meet his gaze. He’s propped himself up on his forearms, his own eyes snap from your hands to your face when it’s clear you’re not going to move.
“Can I?” You ask.
“Please. Please, please, please, please,” he whines.
You giggle, kissing him sweetly. He’s so cute when he’s desperate. You love him so much. You want to sink your teeth into his flesh, devouring him and picking him clean until only the bones remain. You want to crawl inside the cavity of his still beating chest and curl yourself up into the lower ventricle of his heart. You want to melt yourself down until your bodies fuse into one, spirits and minds unbreakably interwoven.
But you know you can’t. So you kiss him with everything you’re feeling, all of the love you feel for him every day, as you slide his underwear down.
Isabeau sighs into the kiss, relaxing back into the pillows as you gently push him down. His cock brushes against your clothed thigh and his hips jump at the light stimulation.
Oh no he doesn’t.
You rarely show off your physical strength. You only gained this level of strength from being stuck in a time loop for who knows how long. And most days it’s easier to pretend that never happened.
But right now Isabeau is trying to mess up your plans for him, so you place your palm flat on his hip and press down. Holding him in place without any effort.
Isabeau whimpers filthily into your mouth, all tongue and teeth to accompany the noise. Cute.
You trail your kisses from his mouth over to his ear where you nip at his earlobe.
“Be good for me and don’t move,” you whisper low into his ear.
Your heart beats rapidly in your chest. Was that good? Or was that too weird? Oh stars, what if that completely turned Isa off and—
Isabeau all but whines, high in his throat. His hands cling to your back.
“Please Sif. I’ll b-be so good for you I promise!”
Part of you wants to keep teasing him. To ask him to prove it, but you’ve kept him waiting this long. Perhaps another time when you’re not so desperate to see him come apart beneath you.
Sitting up, you finally take in Isabeau’s full naked form splayed out beneath you. His chest is covered in bruises from where you’d bit him, his fuzzy stomach expanding with each breath. Then further down. Surrounded by a nice thicket of hair at the base, stands Isabeau’s cock. You have no idea how this compares to other people’s in terms of size, but you’re sure no one else’s looks this pretty.
A bead of pre-cum wells up tantalizingly at the tip of his flushed cock.
You feel a bit overdressed still in your compression shirt and pants, yet a feeling of power that washes over you. Isabeau is naked and at your mercy while you remain dressed and in charge. Something bright and giddy fills your chest. You can’t believe he’s letting you do this.
Isabeau squirms the longer you take him in. “Sif,” he whines beseechingly.
“I hear you,” you say with a laugh.
He sucks in a sharp breath and his cock twitches excitedly as you run a teasing finger up its length. You can tell how much care went into crafting his part of him. Even the scars here are less pronounced. Now it’s your turn to show it the same amount of care.
You’re still not exactly sure what to do, but you know enough to know that you’re supposed to wrap your hand around his cock.
A punched out moan immediately leaves Isabeau’s mouth as you circle your hand around the base of his cock. Your hand is small enough that it doesn’t even cover half the length. You can’t help but feel you made the right choice here, there’s no way that is going inside you.
And it won’t. Isabeau is so respectful of your boundaries. If you say you don’t want to be touched then he won’t touch you.
Hesitantly you move your hand up. The skin bunches awkwardly against the motion of your hand, but Isabeau doesn’t seem to mind. He’s breathing heavily as he intently watches your hand.
The slide is easier on the way down. The pre-cum from the tip provides much needed lubricant.
“A-ah—Sif,” Isabeau moans, instantly relaxing into your touch as you spread more of his pre over his cock.
His hazy, lidded eyes watch you over flushed cheeks.
“You look beautiful like this,” you say before you process what is coming out of your mouth. Your own face feels warm as Isabeau’s goes another shade darker and he whines.
“S-squeeze harder? Please?” he begs, his hands fisted into the sheets beside him.
You tighten your grip and Isabeau chokes on his next moan, drool already dripping from his open, panting mouth.
“Fuu… S-sif.” Isabeau’s voice cracks on your name as you circle your thumb around the tip, dipping your finger under his artfully crafted foreskin.
“That’s it,” you coo, using your other hand to gently stroke his balls. “Doing so good, Isa.”
Isabeau twitches as if electrocuted, moaning high in his throat. His thighs tremble on either side of you as you bring him higher and higher and higher and—
Isabeau throws his head back and cums with a drawn out moan of your name. Fire races through your gut as you take in the open expression of ecstasy on your lover’s face and drink in his music. The warm cum coats your hand as you stroke him through it. It’s a little gross, but because it’s Isabeau you don’t mind it.
Eventually though, Isabeau swats at your hand and you quickly pull it away. His chest heaves as he works to catch his breath, his eyes never once leaving your face. Without thinking you lick away the cum on your hand.
Salty. But not as gross as you thought.
Isabeau groans as he watches you clean your hand.
“Wow…” he breathes after several seconds. “That was…”
“Was it good?” You have a feeling it was, but you need to hear him say it.
“Th-that was amazing, Sif. I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard from a handjob.”
Oh. You fidget, face warm at his admission. You’re not sure what you did that was so special, but you can’t help but feel a swell of pride. You were just doing what you thought would feel good. But…
You want more. You’ve seen what Isabeau looks like in the throes of pleasure, and you need more. The way he looks, the way he sounds. It’s addicting. He’s the most beautiful man you have ever laid your eyes on.
“Can I um…” You’d think this would be easier now that you’ve successfully gotten him off once. But clearly the universe still wants you to feel needless anxiety about asking for what you want. “Can I suck you off? I-if you want to keep going that is.”
Isabeau’s eyes widen. “O-oh! I mean, yeah of course! But we don’t have to if you don’t—“
“I want to,” you say quickly, cutting him off.
“Okay!” At this point you’re not sure if the blood in his face will ever go back to normal. “G-give me a minute though,” he says, gesturing to his soft dick.
You nod, but you’re not sure what to do while you wait. Your hands absentmindedly fidget with the soft hair on Isabeau’s legs.
“Hey. Come here, sunflower.” Isabeau cups your cheek, his thumb just below the bottom of your eye patch, and draws you into a kiss.
You relax into him, your hands thread through his damp, sweaty hair. Gross. But you don’t mind. He’s always a little bit sweaty anyways.
Once again Isabeau allows you to lead the kiss. You take it slower, licking into his mouth and twining your tongues together. Merely relishing in his closeness. You hum into the kiss, your heart aflutter.
Stars. You love him so much.
He can likely taste himself on your tongue, but rather than being put off by the flavor, Isabeau only dives in deeper. Lapping up what left over cum remains in your mouth with a groan.
You shift forward, pressing closer to him, one of your knees against his still soft cock. Clearly you need to up your game.
With his tongue still in your mouth you hollow your cheeks and suck, lightly teasing your teeth over it. You feel the shiver run through Isabeau, his cock twitches against your knee.
There we go.
You drop a hand from his hair to his chest, tweaking a nipple with a more confident motion. Savoring the taste of his groan, you release his tongue and nip at his bottom lip. Now that you know more of what he likes, it feels easier to work him up. He’s half hard already just from a little kissing.
From his chest you snake your hand back down to his cock, taking it in hand. It feels a bit weird when it’s not fully hard but still just as warm. You can feel his pulse as more blood pumps into it while you stroke him lazily.
Isabeau moans again into the kiss, the sound vibrating up through his chest and down into yours. Not the same as crawling inside of him, but close enough.
You bite down again on his lip, drawing back with it still clenched between your teeth. Isabeau squirms beneath you, whining high in his throat. His lip is released from your mouth with another wet pop.
His eyes flutter open, hazy and unfocused and unbelievably gorgeous.
“Hey there handsome,” you whisper.
“H-hi yourself,” he croaks.
“You ready?”
He swallows audibly but nods. You can empathize with the nerves. You can’t remember if you’ve ever sucked a dick before, but you’re determined to make sure this is good for him too.
Settling your forearms between his legs you are met face to face with his hard cock. Less pre dribbles from the tip, but you also took less time working him up this time in your own impatience. You need to make him feel good. You need it so bad you could cry about it. You won’t because that’s pathetic, but the thought is still there.
You grip the base of his cock and tentatively give it a small lick. Isabeau squeaks and his hips twitch beneath your hands holding him firmly in place.
“S-sif,” he whines and you grin.
Flattening your tongue you run it from base to tip, your gaze flicks up and locks with Isabeau’s. He watches you with rapt attention and his chest heaves with each anticipatory breath. You can still see the hearts in his eyes.
Isabeau groans loudly as you dip your tongue into the slit and lap up the leaking pre-cum. He can barely sit still as you slowly work, making sure to savor him. His hands clench and unclench from the sheets, his legs kick out beside you. It’s so adorable you just want to eat him whole.
So you do.
You suck the tip into your mouth, salty pre coating your tongue as you hum in delight. Above you Isabeau moans high in his throat. One of his hands shoots out and twines itself in your hair.
“S-sif,” he keens. “Stars! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.”
Pride and confidence swelling, you lower yourself down, taking more of Isabeau into your mouth. Your teeth lightly graze the soft flesh of his cock and Isabeau jumps.
“W-watch the teeth. Puh-please?”
Oh. Whoops. You open your mouth wider, hiding your teeth behind your lips. For all that he likes biting elsewhere it looks like no teeth down here.
His cock hits the back of your throat as you take him deeper and you gag, your throat spasming wildly around him. He moans loudly, but you feel yourself gag again and pull off his cock with an obscene pop.
Stars. Everyone always made this sound so easy.
“Y-you okay?” Isabeau asks, panting.
You nod. You think you know what you did wrong. You’ve been able to suppress your gag reflex before so…
You take him back into your mouth without another word, this time making sure to breathe steadily through your nose. Your eye flutters shut as you focus. You have to do this right.
Taking a deep breath, you relax your throat. This time when you feel Isabeau hit the back of your throat again you don’t immediately gag, and you hear Isabeau’s breath hitch.
“Oh change, Sif.” He sounds absolutely wrecked.
You hum around him. Your cunt throbs and you rub thighs together. You’re doing it!!! You were able to get almost his entire cock in your mouth!
The hand around his cock drops to his trembling thighs. You take another measured breath and…
Your nose buries into the coarse hair at the base of his cock. Oh stars! You did it!! Without gagging!! You can’t help the giddy little noise that starts high in the back of your throat, your hips wiggling in your excitement.
Isabeau keens, his grip on your hair is almost painful. You feel accomplished. Proud. You can make him feel good this way!
You swallow around him as your mouth floods with saliva.
“S-Sif,” Isabeau moans, and, stars, you love the way he says your name like this. “I-I—you—o-oh cha~ange.”
You crack your eye open and take in Isabeau. His own heavily lidded eyes are still locked on you. Drool drips from his open, panting mouth. He looks completely lost to his pleasure and you need to see more.
Hollowing your cheeks you move up until only the tip remains in your mouth, before swallowing him back down in a single motion. The punched out moan that leaves Isabeau’s mouth is like music to your ears.
Again, again, again.
Your pace is sloppy and uncoordinated, but that doesn’t seem to bother Isabeau one bit. Your lover curls over you, moans falling from his mouth like water.
Drool drips obscenely from the corners of your mouth as you messily bring Isabeau closer to the edge.
“Sif, Sif, Sif, Sif, Sif. Suh-so good. Your mouth feels sssso good. Oh change. Stars. So so so good,” he babbles, his whole body shaking as his pleasure builds.
The whole time you can’t take your eyes off him. His eyes screw shut, face flushed, sweat dripping down his temple, shoulders shaking as he loses himself. He’s so beautiful.
You need to see him fall apart.
He whines high in his throat as you pull off his cock.
“Si~if, please.”
“I wanted to try something,” you croak, throat raw as you lazily stroke his cock.
“Mmm a-anything.”
“Let me finger you.” The words leave your mouth before you can overthink them, but immediately your face goes up in flames.
“O-oh!” Isabeau squeaks looking surprised.
“I-I mean if you don’t want to I can just keep sucking you off we don’t have to I just—“
“Please,” he whimpers, cutting you off.
Just that one word is enough for you, and you nod dumbly.
“Okay.”
You know Isabeau keeps lube in his nightstand, but separating from him to grab it feels like a nigh impossible task. You kiss him again and then once more for luck before peeling yourself from his sweaty form.
It takes you no time to find what you need and within seconds you’re back between his thighs with a bottle of lube in hand. Isabeau thrums with anticipation and you have to kiss him again. So you do.
Lowering back down on your stomach, you hook an arm under one of Isabeau’s legs and heft it up. “Hold this for me please,” you command sweetly, and like always he obeys without question holding his leg up to reveal his hole. “Thank you.” You give him a quick peck.
It would perhaps be easier if you had asked him to turn around on his hands and knees, but well… you want to see his face. He looked so gorgeous when you had him in your mouth and you need to know what he’ll look like now.
The lube is cold as you squeeze some on your trembling fingers and you rub your thumb and forefinger together. It warms up surprisingly quickly and you slowly, tentatively place your pointer finger against Isabeau’s twitching hole. He inhales sharply as you circle it, coating it with lube.
You press your finger in, slowly. All the while you keep a close eye on his face. You don’t want to hurt him. He goes a little cross eyed as your finger eases inside him, chest heaving with each labored breath.
He moans wordlessly and relaxes around your finger.
Your finger sinks in to the last knuckle and you remember something about hooking your finger up. You’re not sure what you’re supposed to be looking for, but you press against a spot that has Isabeau’s bent leg kicking out.
“Y-yeah right there! Right there!”
You rub your finger against that spot, pressing deeper into the spongy flesh. Isabeau keens echo throughout the room.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!! Ahhhh Sif!!”
You grin as you press a kiss to his lifted thigh. All of your focus zones in on that one spot until Isabeau is practically shaking apart at the seams.
“Sif, Sif. Siffrin,” he whines. “Puh-please. Mmmmore.”
You pull your finger free and coat your hand with more lube, this time taking less care to warm it up completely before you sink your middle and pointer fingers inside. Isabeau’s moans pitch an octave higher as both of your fingers bully that spot inside of him. His eyes squeeze shut and more drool flows from his kiss swollen lips.
The hand not holding his leg up digs into your shoulder.
“Sif, Sif, Sif,” he moans, your name all he says as you press harder against his inner walls.
“Feels good?” You ask, finally working up the courage to speak.
He nods deliriously. “Yes, yes, yes. Ssssooo good. So good, Sif.”
His cock twitches pathetically as pre-cum dribbles from the tip.
You kiss him then. He kisses back uncoordinated and sloppy. You devour his whimpers as he becomes unable to hold them back.
“So handsome,” you whisper against his lips. “You make the prettiest sounds. Stars. I love you so much.”
That seems to be too much for Isabeau, you taste salt on your tongue as tears flow down his face. Pulling back in shock you go to ask him if he’s okay, but his head is thrown back in ecstasy and he whines.
His hole clenches around your fingers as you continue to thrust them against that spot that has him shaking.
“S-if,” he cums with a choked cry of your name. Cum splattering up his chest and he shakes uncontrollably.
Your fingers don’t let up, drawing out his pleasure as he shakes apart, until he whimpers and twitches away from you. Slowly, you pull your hand free and pet his side soothingly with your other.
For a long moment he just lays there, eyes staring into nothing and breathing heavily. You lay down next to him and rest your head on his shoulder.
“Holy crab,” he says after a long minute.
You giggle, turning your face into his shoulder. “So was it…?”
“That was amazing, Sif. I—wow. You are r-really good at this.”
“I guess you could say,” you say lifting yourself to meet his eye. “That I’m a sexpert.”
“Pfft. Sif! Ahahahahaha.” Your heart warms to see him laugh at your joke after the moment you just shared. You join in, laughing along with him.
It’s nice. To be able to have this with him.
“Ah,” he exhales heavily after calling himself down. “That was a good one.”
“Thank you, thank you. I’ll be here all week.” You grin wide.
He smiles back for a moment before his expression morphs into a more serious one. “Did you, um, like it?”
You nod. “Yeah it was fun. You make the cutest sounds.”
Isabeau wheezes, his face going dark. “Sif!! You can’t just say that!”
You laugh loudly and pat his chest. “What? I’m only telling the truth.”
He pouts. “I have the heart of a delicate maiden, y’know.”
Oh you’re well aware, but you snort anyways. He’s so ridiculous sometimes.
“Stay here,” you instruct as you stand up. “I’m gonna go get you a towel to, uh…” You gesture at his cum streaked torso.
“Oh, haha, yeah.” He looks embarrassed, so you drop a kiss to the tip of his nose.
In the bathroom you quickly wash your own hands before grabbing and wetting a towel. Your own reflection stares back at you from the mirror above the sink. Flushed face and mussed hair it almost looks like you were the one to get fucked.
You laugh to yourself, yeah. As if.
Back in your room, Isabeau perks up as soon as you reenter.
“Miss me?” You tease.
“Like a lung,” he answers.
You snort, tossing the towel onto his stomach with a soft splat. “You’re ridiculous.”
“But that’s why you love me,” he says with a knowing grin.
“Yeah. I do.” You speak quietly as you gently wipe him down. You don’t need anyone but him to hear how much you love him.
You startle when you feel Isabeau’s lips press to your forehead. “I love you too. This was fun.”
It was fun! “We are definitely doing it again.”
He perks up like a dog. “O-oh yeah?”
“Yep. Maybe next time I’ll eat your ass or something.”
Isabeau chokes on an inhale and his face once again goes dark. Coughing ungracefully he wheezes, “I’d like that.”
“I hope I live up to your asspectations.”
And as the two of you devolve into another fit of laughter, you can’t help but feel lucky that you get to have such a loving partner as Isabeau.