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The Aftermath of a Rather Eventful Night - Chuuya

WARNING:

NSFW

The key clicks in the lock as a couple stumble through the door, deeply immersed in each other. Their legs tangle as they kick off their shoes, fingers wrapped tight in each other's hair. The red-head pushes the (h/c) against the wall, lips trailing down her neck and making her gasp while he kicks the door shut. He locks it and his fingers move to her clothes, skillfully unbuttoning them and tugging down her bra straps. She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him wantonly, tongue twisting with his in a sensual waltz that neither can back away from, neither want to back away from. Their fingers wander and curl and stroke with all the grace and talent of dancers. Their voices swell and slowly crescendo with their desire. Their legs, like a drunkard's, careen them away to their bed, where their moans and whispers are muffled by the sheets.

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Pale fingers of sunlight crept through the curtains into the room, sweeping over the bed and the two motionless lovers sleeping in it. The forms are different by almost all accounts, one slightly larger with red hair and sharper edges carving his lean yet muscular form from the blankets. His arm is wrapped loosely around his partner's waist, other arm serving as a pillow for the both of them. The other is akin to honey and all the flowers of the world, much softer curves with hair that glows in the sunlight. Your hair is splayed out over the pillows and your arm coils around the red-head's neck. Your fingers thread through amber tresses and your lips curl as you remember your eventful night, eyes fixated on your partner, still slumbering.

Your palm cups his face, gently tilting it so you can admire his dewy skin as well as possible. Your fingers graze his jawline and slowly trail lower, down his Adam's apple and across his collar bones, lower, across the tones places of his chest and lower, lower, below the blanket line...

"Enjoying the view?"
       You yank your hand away at his voice. Chuuya grins, amusement lighting in his eyes as he pulls you in slower by the waist, trying to wheedle a kiss from you with puckered lips. In protest you wriggle away as far as possible, squirming in his arms, "How long were you awake?" Your cheeks have flushed as red as possible and you can feel the heat spreading slowly down your neck as you flail frantically away from him
       "A while. " Your hand squishes his mouth, so the rest of what he says is garbled nonsense. You shove his leg and your torso twists as far away from him as you can possibly twist until finally, he tackles you against the bed and pins your arms above your head. "You are not getting away from me now." His grin is contagious and you try - keyword being try - to hide your own smile.
       "Then stop making fun of me!" You cannot believe that he'd been awake the whole time you'd been gawking at him. "That was so embarrassing..."
       "Well I can understand why you were staring. I mean, I'm hot and handsome, and I have great style and amazing taste in hats and wine-"
       "And you're short."
       He glares at you and bonks your head, "You're shorter than me, so you can't say anything! " In retaliation, he buries his face in your breasts, nuzzling deep into the valley between them. His hands release your wrists and busy themselves with massaging your breasts. He inhales deeply and relaxes into your body, groaning, "You always smell so good..."
       "I also need to get up, so can I resign from being your body pillow?"
       "No." He pinches your nipple and you gasp, fist clenching into the sheets. "I'm not done with you." He leans up to kiss you before dipping down again. He teases your nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers, before enclosing one in his mouth. You gasp, whining as his teeth graze the nipple and he begins to lightly suck it. His hands move away from your breasts and stroke the rest of your body, the curve of your waist to the swell of your hip. They grip your thighs and part them, creeping closer to your core. "Only if you want this, of course." He tips your chin up and asks, "Do you?"

"Who said you could stop?"

His mouth curves and finally, finally he dips his head back down, hell-bent on pleasuring you beyond whatever you had felt yesterday in your drunken delusion.

This edited version was updated one 01/01/2023
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