Wayward Devotion

part fourteen: reacquaint

Ikaris closes the door by pushing you against it, and goes straight for your neck. He breathes in deep, inhaling your scent.

His left hand grips the back of your thigh, holding you in place, while his right hand inches up your hip, slowly pushing your shirt up. The feeling of his fingers on your skin makes you shiver in anticipation. You snake your arms around his neck, and grip his hair.

"You alright love?" His accent is thick, but it's more muffled by your jaw he presses his lips against, making you look at the ceiling.

You nod, but he hums, "talk to me, Y/N."

He moves his hand from your hip, and you go to protest, but he cups your cheek, "Y/N."

You take a deep breath, "you feel good," you say quietly, cheeks turning a bright red.

He gives you a grin, "you like how I touch you?" He asks you, and while his voice is soft, his words are not.

His words send a rush of electricity straight to your core. You manage to make eye contact, and you know he can tell how his words affect you.

"I do," you finally answer, biting your lip, "you make me feel good."

"Love," he leans in towards you, breathing the word onto you, "I always wanna make you feel good."

His accent is thick, and when you look into his eyes you notice they've darkened.

"Will you let me do that?" He pushes his hips harder against yours, keeping you in place as he reaches his other hand up to cup your cheek.

"Hm?" he nearly cooes before leaning over and kissing your cheek.

"I've missed you," he continues speaking as he leans over and kisses the other cheek.

"So much," he adds on, going to kiss your forehead.

You can't take it. You move your head quickly to meet his lips with yours.

When your lips meet it feels like a circuit being completed. You feel the electricity move between the two of you warm and complete.

You pull away, opening your eyes to meet his own.

"Y/N," he whispers, "please," he's begging, but he doesn't know what for.

You don't say anything, instead you smash your lips against his.

This time, he kisses you back fervently. You're grabbing his hair, his cheeks, his shoulders, anything to steady yourself.

He's grabbing your hips, rocking against your core against the door, causing you to arch your back into him.

He pulls his lips away from yours, before attacking your neck.

His arms snake around your back and he's suddenly carrying you across the room, setting you gently down on the bed.

"Ikaris," you sigh out, "kiss me" you reach out for him, breathless.

He complies, falling against you as your lips meet again. He groans against your mouth when you buck your hips into him and you smirk. You're about to do it again when there's a knock at the door.

"Ignore it," Ikaris pants in your mouth.

"Agreed," you breathe out as you pull his hair, making him groan out. You take the chance to push him back onto the bed.

The knocking persists as you straddle him against the headboard.

"Ikaris! Y/N! Open the door!" The voice is muffled and indistinguishable as you rock your hips against Ikaris' groin as you peck kisses along his neck.