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When he's exhausted after a long day, the only thing you crave is seeing him finally relax and smile. After finishing an assignment and coming home, you’d let him take a long shower, allowing him the solitude he needed to shed the mission’s grime. Later, you’d eat together, having prepared several rich meals and a dessert, consciously spoiling him with the comforts he loved. This whole preparation was a deliberate effort, designed to melt away his fatigue and worries; he was starting to soften, the mission and the work finally fading.
"Do you want dessert?" you asked him cheerfully. His refusal, delivered with a promise to claim it later, brought a bright smile to your face. Still, you saw the heavy shadows in his eyes, filled with a draining exhaustion that broke your heart.
Seeing him eye you up and down, you offered, "Do you want to go to bed?" You didn't know if he was too tired to move or already deep in a food coma.
"Only if you come with me." He smirked, the fatigue failing to hide the immediate heat in his eyes, you knew exactly what he had in mind. But tonight, you had other plans for him.
“Then let me show you how much I missed you.” You grinned, your eyes sultry enough to have him raise an eyebrow in anticipation. Slowly, you took his hand, lifting his heavy form from his chair and leading him toward your shared bedroom.
Inside, you turned to face him, rising on your toes to give him a slow, deep kiss, trying to reach him fully due to his huge form. Your hands went immediately to his shirt, working the buttons and pulling the fabric away. You noticed a few new bandages beneath some faded scars on his ribs, evidence that the mission had been worse than he let on. He sealed your worry with a tender, urgent kiss, whispering against your lips that he was fine.
You led him to the edge of the bed and sat him down, finally eye-level with him. You cradled his face, your thumb tracing his sharp cheekbone and jawline before reaching his bottom lip. He leaned into your touch, kissing your hand and fingers, then pulled you into a deep, longing embrace, burying his face in the soft comfort of your chest.
You tilted his face up, peppering his eyes, nose, and forehead with gentle kisses before pushing him slowly onto his back. He moved backward toward the headboard, allowing you enough space to kneel and lean over him.
You settled on your knees, coming to lay on top of him, kissing slowly while you smiled at one another, needing no words, just each other's presence. You started with light pecks, caressing his face and hair as he lay completely in your arms. You kissed his tattooed arm, trailing seductively toward his neck, before dropping to his chest and abs. Slowly, deliberately, you began kissing and praising each and every scar of his, focusing on the rough textures and healed skin. His low sighs of approval and deep moans pushed you to go further.
You could feel the insistent, heavy pressure of his member stiffening beneath you, and you smiled with each given kiss, lingering on his abs as your hands found his pecs, massaging the tense muscle to draw sweet sighs of relief from him. His hand was caressing your hair, watching you through heavy, hooded eyes, a dark smirk plastered on his face.
One of your hands slid down, starting to massage the thick length of him through his pants. He shifted slightly to match your movement, a clear command to continue. When your hands moved to pull his trousers down along with his boxers, his hard, thick member sprang free.
“Someone looks eager.” You smirked, gaining a huffed, grateful laugh from him. As soon as your lips touched the velvet head of his erection, he sighed so deeply, his head dropping back onto the pillow in complete surrender.
“Oh, fuck!” He grunted, feeling his whole body tense beneath your touch.
“Relax, baby.” You whispered between slow, deliberate kisses, your tongue circling the sensitive ridge. He could only manage a grunt of pure excitement. This level of nurturing was new to him; you were the only one to show him such appreciation and love. The field had turned him into a stoic, rigid man. He was still struggling, still learning, even now, how to be gentle and slow with you in the bedroom. Yet, you didn’t mind his pace. He showed that he cared, and that he was patient enough to suit your needs, and this was your way of showing him he didn't have to carry the burden of war home.
Every time he came back, you wanted to be here for him, to show him he returned home, that he belonged, and that he was loved and appreciated as a man, not just a weapon.
Your lips began leaving wet, open-mouthed pecks along the veined length of him, your hand slowly massaging his base, drawing out grunts and moans that spurred you on. You felt yourself getting slick and wet with each sound he made and started to take him fully, stretching your jaws and throat around his considerable girth.
His hand found the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. He moaned your name with each movement, sucking him out of his life, licking him between pauses, breathing him in and moaning along with him. When your pace quickened, his hands moved to both sides of your head, applying firm pressure, guiding you to the depth he craved. He was holding back his climax, wanting to enjoy the sensation fully.
“I want to touch you so badly,” he spoke through gritted teeth, his eyes watching you intensely. He gave you a silent sign not to touch yourself, but the need was too strong. You moved your thighs together briefly, moaning onto his cock as the depth of his size forced a gag.
When he reached the edge of his control, he let you know with a sharp, inhaled gasp, and you confirmed the signal with your eyes. Not long after, he came, his hot seed filling your mouth, his low, groggy voice and groans echoing the intense pleasure he found in your total surrender.
You swallowed him whole, licking him clean, and left a final, soft peck on his member, smiling up at him with pride. His face looked utterly spent, filled with lust and only love for you as he breathed harshly. You sat on your heels beside him, still smiling, caressing his thighs, watching him with lustful eyes, proud of your achievement.
“Now, I'm craving some dessert.” He lifted himself onto his elbows, his expression turning predatory as he eyed you up and down. Your eyes widened and before you could move, he caught you by the waist, his massive form looming over you, suddenly emphasizing how much bigger he truly was.
He pinned you beneath him, starting to show you how much he missed you, and this time, as much as he wanted to be patient, his desire for you was too overwhelming to stop.