Fallible Creatures🌅

The creeping warmth of the dawn is slowly blanketed across your form as Viktor gradually pushes the curtains to the side while humming lightly to himself; a songbird in your midst. His alluring presence works wonders to pull you out of your slumber. As consciousness is regained, so are your senses. A spiced, herbal aroma fills the air and you deduce it as Viktor's signature blend of tea, freshly brewed to perfection. You're reluctant to move, savoring the nest fashioned out of the mountainous pillows and comforters that surround you.

"Mmmm..." you groan, stretching out the tension from last night's engagement, hip and knee joints popping back into place. You chuckle to yourself as Viktor sets a steaming cup on the end table before taking a rest beside you.

"Oooh. Big stretch." he praises with a smile, emphasizing the trill in his unique Hollywood Russian accent that creates music for your ears. Completely unnoticed until now, your mug had already been sitting there before Viktor made a second trip to retrieve his own, always putting you first even when you're not awake. Transitioning to a seated position, you rest your back against the headboard and Viktor hands you the splendid drink. Sipping, head on his shoulder, Viktor puts his arm around you, nuzzling back into the coziness of the bed."How did you sleep?" he asks, resting his head on yours.

"After last night? Like the dead..." you reply with enthusiasm while sensing the tender soreness in your muscles, a physical window into the past events that aided your relaxation. Viktor sets his mug down and begins to shift his focus, climbing over you instead. Taken by surprise at his sudden movements, you raise the tea in front of your face thinking you could hide behind its chalice.

"Oh really now." He leans in fast to line your jaw in kisses, making you afraid to spill this precious beverage all over yourself but intent on receiving every single one. "Are you... still tired?" His breath tickles your ear, forcing a ripple of chills to run down your spine.

You set your cup next to his after taking a broad gulp of brew. Viktor sighs at the connection he feels every time your hands rest upon his skin, closing his eyes. He loves the way your thumbs trace over his beauty marks, one at the crest of his cheekbone and the other caddy corner from his lips. He looks upon you with those cognac zircon eyes, mind already reeling with ways to brighten your morning even more than he already has.

"I could maybe... use a wake-up call." you playfully retort, opening your legs to allow Viktor to scoot even closer. Bringing your guard down, his trail of kisses dip past your collar bone, suckling on your chest. Your chin catches the fringe of his copper hair as it wisps against you, dampened with the evidence of a recent shower. He more than understands your request, going above and beyond to comfortably ease you into this morning's agenda.

Viktor vanishes beneath the covers with enticing mystery. You can feel every single caress but with no direction as to where his eager mouth will land next. Throwing your head back, you moan his name and the feather-light brushing of his lips evolve into slightly aggressive bites. It forces an upward inflection of expressions, turning them into stifled shrieks. His muffled giggles sound off from under the blanket and you feel him make contact with your center, dragging his tongue along the length of your slit before finally latching onto the bud that lies within. The sensitivity has you gasping for air but Viktor fights against it with a firm grasp of your hips to pin you down, aiming to wring out a tasteful release from betwixt your thighs.

It's electrifying, the suspension of bliss from his meticulous ministrations send you into a frenzy, grounding yourself on anything and everything within reach. Trying to conceal your voice becomes a lost cause as you scream to the heavens on a plateau of elation. Viktor manages to meld more than one orgasmic experience into a steady stream of consolidation before allowing you to descend. You rip the sheets back with bated breath to reveal his disheveled state in likeness to your own, eyes silently begging for him to close the distance.

Viktor lunges, prying your mouth open to invade it with his tongue. The sharpness blends perfectly with his saliva and you feel his hardened and exposed member knock against you. He grinds with purpose, painting himself up in preparation to take what you're so willing to give him. Your hands travel down his form, thankful he's comfortable enough for you to bear witness to his intricate, supportive braces. The sleek ingenuity made them practically unnoticeable as it fortified his body above you.

You line him up with ease and Viktor breaches inch by glorious inch, gasps getting heavier and heavier with the depth he reaches. It begins slow at first, gradually gaining a rhythmic momentum that leaves you seeing stars. He snarls from the way your walls grip him so tightly, lowering his head to graze his teeth against your neck in reciprocation, reviving the marks he left last night. He's dangerously close, faltering between each measured collection of thrusts. You're still riding a buzz from the prior burst of climaxes, now being further accentuated by his efforts.

Viktor pauses, raising his head just enough so that your noses touch. That narrowing focus remains unbroken as his pupils dilate, fluttering to resemble his quivering actions. With a gruff whine, he rasps your name in reply to your wanton moans from earlier. A familiar, heated swelling is present that you've longed for since first breaking out of your dreamful state. Viktor's face contorts through a plethora of appearances, all love-drunk and mesmerized with relief. Pulling him in, you flicker your eyelashes across his face; a ritual he's adopted and fallen for since knowing you. It's a way to softly deepen the connection after such passionate endeavors. The first time you did it, he never wanted to go a day without imagining sweet butterflies landing atop his features. The glimmer of softness inherently present within your kind nature always had him thankful for shoving past his self-doubt to take a brave chance at you; at love.

Viktor's bashful grin has your heart in thrilled hysterics. "How is that for a wake-up call?" he laughs in reference to your witty quip.

"You did far more than wake me up." Viktor's eyes widen at your insinuating reply before sliding himself out with care, always so considerate as you hiss from the displacement. He reaches for your unfinished drink and places it back into your hands, giving you one last kiss before getting up from the bed, taking careful steps towards the nearby bathroom, au naturel.

"Well, it's a good thing I'm not going anywhere." He winks, departing to run a bath with the intent of pampering you after these taxing affairs. Smitten while drinking the surprisingly still warm tea, you're grinning from ear to ear at the many ways he's kindly shown his irrefutable desire.