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🍋hawks part 2🍋

You’d fallen asleep without realizing it, and the cold light of morning seeps through the blinds. But you’re not sure if that’s what woke you up, or the sudden whipping coolness against one naked nipple as Keigo moves from it to the other, a saliva trail still connecting his lips to you, a bulky layer between you and the blanket.

His gold eyes glimmer up at you through thick eyelashes, blinking. “Oh, good morning, baby,” he says around you, gently letting his teeth rasp against your sensitive skin.

“Oh,” you say, rolling your head back, and feeling the soreness of blossomed hickies from night before. You laugh lightly. “Did you think I would sleep through that?”

“I was hoping you wouldn’t,” Keigo says between lazy laps of his tongue around you. “The whole necrophilia thing doesn’t do it for me, and you sleep pretty soundly.”

A raspy sound escapes you, and you clear your throat. His movements are beginning to stir arousal within you. His head comes up again, wings fluttering just at the edges of the blanket, and you wonder if that’s what’s keeping it up and giving him breathing air. Both of you fell asleep without putting any sort of pajamas on, but Keigo’s clearly been up for a bit.

“There’s water on the dresser.”

You don’t want to force him off, but he rolls away from you, giving you room to reluctantly swing your legs out, sit up, and take a refreshing sip. The morning thirst hits you, and you drink deeply, suddenly aware of calloused hands snaking around your rib cage as he sits up, kneeling behind you. You put the glass down and turn your head back to meet him in a kiss, his mouth hot against the cold water still on your lips.

Keigo pulls you close as the kiss deepens, left hand still on your abdomen, right hand snaking up to cup your chest. His morning wood pushes against the small of your back. He rubs against you unashamedly, wings snapped open and making light fluttering sounds in their own created wind.

“I need you, baby,” Keigo breathes into you, an edge suddenly growing in his whisper. “I want you, I need you, right now.”

Any sleepiness is gone with the confidence his words give you, and you press over his hands, pulling him into you. You kiss him hard and fast back, as his left hand moves under yours, dipping under the sheet over your lap to your center. You’re moist with the morning, already sleek and sticky with Keigo’s stimulation, and he digs his finger to your folds. You push your hips into the mattress, wishing him to move more, move faster. He finds your clit deftly, quickly, and you dig your fingernails into the back of his hand. He angles his hand and adjusts his thumb, rubbing against your nub and smoothly curling one finger into your pussy, a long “come-hither” motion moving faster and faster as your kisses become more urgent.

He isn’t moving fast enough though, not enough to match the heat boiling in you, the heat that lay dormant while you slept, and after a few moments of frustrating pleasure, you decide that today you’re going to be in control. You break the kiss and move his hand from you, standing up and turning around.

You’ve caught Keigo off-guard, and his eyes look almost hurt before you grasp his shoulders and non-verbally tell him to get down. He adjusts on the bed, lying back on his elbows as you climb up to straddle his legs, pushing the unnecessary blanket to the floor. The indignation fades from his proud eyes, and he makes a humming sound of agreement.

You run your hands down over his chest, thick gold hair between your fingers. “You didn’t think you’d get all the fun this morning?” you ask.

“Hoping that I won’t,” he says with a breath of haughtiness.

“Oh, baby ,” you say, half-joking as you steal his word, but your attention is mostly focused on his cock, engorged and waiting. You stroke him with a hand, slowly, from base to tip, and back down, tracing a finger lightly around his balls. You take a few trips like this, slowly, serenely, before wrapping your hand around him and lightly rolling. He doesn’t need any more stimulation, but you open your mouth, making eye contact with him, and letting saliva fall from your lips to him. The lubrication is sticky beneath your hand as you continue pumping.