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Today, you’ve already decided to sleep over at Schlatt’s place once more because you don’t have work the next day. Also, you like sleeping next to your boyfriend since you typically get better sleep anyway.
As of now, you’re sitting on his couch with a giant blanket draped over you while you sit on Schlatt’s lap. His two cats are sleeping, trying to snuggle and join you and their owner while a lousy movie plays.
You’ve been with him for about a year or so and you love it. He treats you right, he respects you, cares about you, and loves you dearly. You give him the same amount of effort and love into the relationship, which also transfers to the bedroom.
Speaking of, the movie currently playing is apparently getting boring to Schlatt. He’s almost practically laying back against the couch with you almost laying on top of him and facing the TV. His arms were initially resting on your stomach, but now are inching closer to your chest.
You don’t pay too much attention until Schlatt’s huge hands are quite literally cupping your tits. You don’t automatically assume it’s out of sexual intent since sometimes he just needs a stress reliever, but it gets to a point when he starts smooching on your neck. Your hand starts to come up to his head, playing with his hair. You always do it, mainly when you’re especially comfortable. You barely make noise, maybe the occasional groan when he nibbles on a little extra hard.
Then, his hands start going south. He doesn’t really care about his own situation in his shorts anyway, so he’s rubbing your thighs without moving his hips whatsoever. You’re not wearing much due to the heat outside, even later in the night. You have a pair of shorts with a tight tank top on, accompanied by a pair of underwear. He doesn’t have much to take off, which he prefers most of the time.
“Baby... the couch is so boring,” Schlatt quietly whines against your neck before continuing to snack on it. “I like the bed... I can carry you. How ‘bout that? Pretty please?” You know how he prefers it in the bedroom since it’s more intimate to the both of you. The both of you sometimes like it in different places like the shower or the counter obviously, but the bed was always a go-to.
“Of course we can. You thought I was gonna say no?” You ask lovingly as you press a faint kiss on his forehead while his lips remain on your neckline.
“No... I just like to beg sometimes,” Schlatt admits as he slowly gets up from the couch, carrying you along with him. His cats meow in protest, but eventually give up and hang out in the living room because they don’t give a shit.
He lays you on his king sized bed like you’re precious and gets in next to you. You automatically get on top of him and almost straddle him until he stops your movements momentarily. You’re confused because you usually end up being on top.
“No, no— I have... um... I have an idea. Can we– we should try, uh... fuck... maybe— we could try missionary again,” Schlatt suggests shyly, wanting to try something new tonight. You haven’t tried many new things so far, mainly because you haven’t been together for way too long enough to get very experimental. You don’t mind the idea for tonight, but you’re confused since missionary is practically the most basic position. You haven’t done that with him in a while.
“What idea?” You ask, knowing you should probably hear him out on it. He usually has... interesting ideas.
“It’s called, uh... I think... the ‘coital alignment technique’.”
“Baby, what the fuck are you on about.”
“No, I swear! I heard it’s good! Also, uh, the acronym is C.A.T, so... I thought it was kind of interesting. Since... I have two of them.”
“Fine... but how did you find out about this?”
Schlatt’s face suddenly heats up as you ask him how he found out. It wasn’t actually anything weird, he’s just a little embarrassed. He wants to tell you though, mainly because he doesn’t like to lie one bit. “I was doing research on... on different positions because I wanted to spice things up,” he admits sheepishly, looking up at you with sweet eyes.
You start to smile wide at his admission. You don’t know why he’s embarrassed, but you’re glad that he told you anyway. You thought it was nice of him to try and do something like that, maybe even adorable. You think he’s cute as well when he’s stumbling over his words like this, especially when it means he really wants to impress you. He doesn’t normally stutter since he’s typically good with his words, but he’s an absolute mess when he wants to woo you. You eat it up.
“We can try it love,” you respond, making his head almost start spinning when you call him ‘love’. He loves it!!!
“Really? I mean— shit —I shouldn’t be that surprised,” Schlatt murmurs as you get off of him and lay next to him instead. He knows you both support each other all the way, especially if he wants to try something new in the bedroom like tonight. He’s just a little worried about not pleasing you enough. He’s way less so now compared to the first few times, mainly because he never really had sex before dating you and seeing you more. He’s just glad that you’re so sweet to him.
Eventually, he starts taking off your clothes once he moves on top of you. He’s not as slow, but he pauses when he’s done to admire you and the fact that you’re even letting him see you like this so comfortably. He then leans in and begins kissing your lips, quickly advancing to your tongues intertwining and dancing.
After a while of that, Schlatt’s hands explore south once more. He rubs your thighs soothingly, spreading them wide open before going to your core. He’s only rubbing soft circles over your clit to get you going, wanting to get you ready for what he’s going to do.
You occasionally let out a whimper or a groan, mainly because you’re not the biggest moaner in the teasing stages. Schlatt doesn’t care because he knows you’re enjoying it. That’s all it takes for him to get turned on. He’s kissing you and rubbing your chest as he does, but politely. He’s always too gentlemanly and polite until he gets really turned on.
After a little while of that, he pulls away slightly to search for the condoms in his nightstand. He fumbles with the box for a moment before he realizes he hasn’t even taken off his shorts yet. His face starts to get red until your hands find the waistband. You help him get out of his shorts along with his boxers, exposing his above average sized length along with it. He’s already hard. He quietly thanks you before you take a moment to kiss his face and touch his hard member. Even while he was a mess, the moment felt intimate as ever.
He still rolls his own condom on, getting properly on top of you again before actually doing anything.
“You still haven't told me anything about it,” you bring up, expecting to get an answer.
“It’s gonna be a surprise, sweetheart.” You nod with a little smile, letting him start latching onto your neck as he spreads your legs open with his tender-like hands. He slowly sinks into you, going slow and gentle in the beginning. It’s normal so far, you think. There’s not much to it.
Right when he’s buried inside of you, he doesn’t move back and forth like normally. Instead, he starts slowly moving his hips up and down. You thought it felt sort of strange until you felt him rubbing against your clit and his tip against all your sweet spots. It makes you start to squirm slightly at the sensation, mainly because you’re used to him using his fingers or his tongue.
Schlatt already begins to let out small groans, occasionally even whimpering slightly while he peppers kisses anywhere he can find. He’s a big kisser, especially because you like it.
“Is this good, baby?” He asks softly right into the crook of your neck, his hips still moving at a gentle pace. You wanted more. No, you needed more. You love when he’s all lovey dovey most of the time, but in moments like these you need this man to lose all his sense of control.
“Faster,” you moan quietly, half-purposefully sounding all seductive to make his control slip faster. All he really needed was an obvious hint. It wouldn’t really be a hint, more of a punch on the shoulder, but that didn’t really matter.
Schlatt grunts further into your neck, his grip on your wide hips tightening as he tries to follow your instructions accordingly and thrusts slightly faster. He’s feeling your arms around his back, holding onto him securely while he gives it to you. Then, those same arms inch north until your hands climb up his neck and sink into his hair. He starts to realize you’re giving him one of those ‘hints’ again, and it makes his dick throb.
“Fuck, you’re sure, sweetheart...?” He asks, slightly nervous yet eager to do whatever you want. It’s also kind of what he wanted anyway, so he wouldn’t really say no to it because of that.
“Please,” you murmur politely, making it impossible for him to doubt your needs.
It immediately makes Schlatt start to speed up properly after a few minutes of rather gentle and sweet lovemaking. It’s a bit more difficult now that he’s doing it quite literally in a different direction, but he sort of gets the hang of it.
At this point, he’s grinding his crotch against your clit hard all while he practically pounds into your sweet spot vertically. It’s making you squirm, whimper, and moan while you still listen to him talk you through it.
You’re usually good at holding in your orgasm for at least a little while, but the stimulation was just too good by this point. Also, you couldn’t handle it once you heard something along the lines of “you’re doing so good for me sweetheart,” coming out of Schlatt’s lips. You didn’t even know because you were too busy letting go and moaning against him.
You’d like to think that you ‘came so hard you saw stars’, but I’ve heard this sort of line too many times to even consider it let alone try to implement it. Instead of this, we’ll say that you came so hard that you were feeling dizzy for minutes on end. That was okay though, mainly because Schlatt had finished coming into his condom once you were starting to fade from your high.
Once he’s disposed of the condom, he has enough energy to carry you to the bathroom so he could clean you up sweat wise. You hate being sweaty, and he accounts for that. He brings you back to his bed where his blankets swallow you, accompanied by a few pillows around you. He also brings you a big glass of water with a straw so you could hydrate yourself. The straw usually baits you into drinking more water anyway.
By the time you’ve finished your water, he gets into bed next to you and dims the lights. You’re all cuddled up with him, your faces smushed together because you’re giving each other about a million goodnight kisses and ‘I love you’s. Finally, before you fall asleep for the night, you murmur, “can we do that more often, please?”
“Oh, fuck yeah... definitely,” he mumbles lazily, still planning to keep his word. He knows he won’t be able to handle himself in the morning anyway.