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*Ethari POV:*
He lay there, his face buried into my neck. I think he’s asleep, I’m not too sure. He’s breathing softly, his horns slotted perfectly under my chin. His left horn was still snapped, the end cruelly broken and jagged. I placed a soft kiss to the top of his head, and he stirred slightly, mumbling something inaudibly cute. I chuckled softly, watching as his eyes flickered open.
“Mmmh… what?” He yawned, blinking his bright blue eyes open. I brought a hand up to his cheek, using my knuckle to wipe some of his long, soft white hair from out of his eye. I pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, and he smiled sleepily.
“Nothing, I was just admiring your adorable morning expression, love.” I replied, watching as he buried his face back in my neck again, yawning. I felt my face flush slightly.. dammit, he was cute.
I lit the stove, watching as Runaan got dressed. Well, I say that.. it was more just him pulling on one of my shirts, which were *wayyy* too big for him. He walked over to me, hugging me from behind. Xadia’s greatest assassin, who couldn’t even get up in the morning. His lips touched the back of my neck, semi-firmly. Blushing, I cracked an egg over the pan. It sizzled satisfyingly, but I was distracted from him assaulting my neck with kisses and licks. That was gonna mark, I was sure. I nearly dropped the mug of coffee I was holding as I felt him bite down.
“Runaan—“ I protested weakly, before I felt him bite again. I sighed, putting my mug on the counter and turning around to see my sleepy husband smirking mischievously at me. I cupped his face in my hands, kissing him. I didn’t give him a chance to open his mouth, before I pushed my tongue in. I felt him moan shakily, as I pressed him against the counter and used my upper thigh to grind softly against him.
In minutes, he was a mess. Flushed, panting and smiling like the idiot he was. I pressed a soft kiss to his jawline, feeling him tug desperately at the back of my shirt. He looked up at me, and I smirked down at him. Suddenly, he knelt down and began kissing my clothed abdomen, but I gently tugged his head back by his hair.
“Ru, no.. not now. Plus, you’ll make a mess all over the floor, sweetheart.” I said softly, watching as he pouted slightly in protest. Hauling him back up, I pressed a soft kiss to his wrist, and walked back over to the counter. It’s funny.. in public, a cold, almost emotionless man; yet with me, he acted like a sad puppy. It made me smile to myself. I was so thankful he was comfortable enough to be like that around me.
He’d dragged me to the bed, clearly too damn impatient. He cupped my face in his hands, and I turned my head to press a kiss in his palm. He blushed, using his left hand to grab my wrist. He held my hand near his mouth, and I knew what he wanted. I softly pushed two fingers in, where he began to mouth at them with his tongue and lips. He loved doing this, even when we weren’t being intimate. He continued this action as I stripped him, keeping his eyes on me at all times.
His unwavering gaze always made my stomach flutter slightly, but I finally managed to get us both bare. He still had two of my fingers in his mouth, sucking like a damned animal. But, after a while, he stopped, clearly wanting more. He leant down, his head between my legs. I felt myself flush as he took me in his mouth, and I couldn’t hold back the shaky moan that pushed past my lips.
“Mmn~ ah… Ru, love..” I gasped, watching him. He still kept his eyes on me, his mouth watering ever so slightly.
“N-Need a hand, sweetheart..?” I managed to stammer out, and the look in his eyes said he did. So, I gently ran my fingers through his hair before tugging softly. Back and forth, up and down.. he knew how. All the while I was biting back moans, gasping in the heated air desperately.
“Runaan, mm~ pull back, love.. darling, I’m gonna—“ I broke off, moaning desperately as I came. He did pull back, but after I’d came down from my high. His face was painted with white streaks, pale liquid dripping off his chin and onto my thigh. He licked his lips, before kissing my abdomen lightly.
“You taste as good as ever, Ethari..” his voice was hoarse and broke slightly as he spoke. Using his hand, he wiped the liquid off his face and licked his four fingers clean. I sighed, using my finger to tilt his chin up.
“Runaan, sweetheart.. why didn’t you pull back?” I asked, shaking my head in frustrated affection. He smiled at me, that teasing smirk he had when he wanted more. I kissed his forehead, pulling him up so he lay next to me on the bed. He tugged the blankets over us, hiding his face in my neck like he usually did.
“Ethari..” he said, looking up after about five minutes. “Can we.. can we do more?” His voice was soft, as he leant to kiss me. I kissed back firmly, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him ever closer.
“Of course, if you’re up for it..” I murmured against his mouth, kissing him one last time before pulling back. I squeezed his waist, sitting up.. before gently positioning myself behind him. I moved my hand to the bottle of handcream beside the table, but he stopped me, blushing.
“Already done it, don’t bother.” He whispered, and I smirked suggestively at him, and he went redder than before.
“Have you..? Good boy.” I whispered in his ear, before kissing the pointed tip gently. He flushed more, even redder than before, if that was even possible anymore. I positioned myself properly, before pushing in. He moaned loudly, clawing at the sheets.
“Hey, hey— whoa, sorry.. does it hurt?” I asked quickly, stilling. He whined lowly, shaking his head.
“N-No.. just gimme a sec, ah~” he replied shakily, his eyes fluttering slightly. I kissed the back of his neck, gently bringing my hands up to his pec and squeezing softly. I used my forefinger to tease him, and he moaned louder.
“Yknow, Ru.. you should really get these pierced, too.” I whispered, before kissing one of the piercings on his ear.
“N-No, that’d hurt..!” He protested weakly, but I shushed him by putting my hand over his mouth.
“Hush, love.. it’d look great. And you’d be easier to mess with~” I murmured in his ear, my breath fanning his cheek.
“Also, can I start moving now..?” I asked, my tone going soft again, and he nodded. I pushed forward slowly, earning a desperate moan from him. Back and forth, again and again until he was a complete mess. He used one hand to grip the sheets, the other my thigh.. whining and whimpering until he let out a high moan and painted the sheets white. I chuckled, easing him down by rubbing soothing circles on his stomach with my knuckle.
“Shush.. there we go, sweetheart. Calm down.. you’re okay. How do you feel?” I whispered, trying my best to be soothing. He panted, leaning his head back on my shoulder before closing his eyes, then nodding.
After several more rounds, we were both asleep in each others arms. He was nestled in my neck, his horns slotted perfectly under my chin. The jagged end of one, however painful the reminder was, kinda soothed me. I fell asleep after listening to the sound of his breathing.
The next morning, he woke up with a red face and a stuffy nose. It didn’t take me long to realise… that idiot had fucked so hard he’d given himself a fever. I rolled my eyes, getting out of bed to bring him a mug of tea. After I’d come back, I put it on the beside table and woke my beautiful sleeping husband up with an,
“I love you, Runaan..”