Clipped Wings

Raven

You float on a warm, soft river. Dry water shushes across your skin like a lover. It caresses your arms, your throat, your breasts. There's gentle pressure across your lower body as you laze, then wet kisses press across your neck and the air that stirs the moisture is cold.

That cold is out of place in your hazy dreamscape, and you slowly begin to surface.

Sandpaper scratches at your skin along with the harsh edge of teeth. A black curtain shields the face of your companion, but you recognize him anyway. It's Shouta. He's home from work and rather than curl in bed with you he's undressed and is now paying homage to you in a way you'd rather he didn't.

"Beautiful," he murmurs as he skims fingers across your nipples. He has undressed you in your sleep and you didn't notice. "You waking up, angel?" He crawls up and stares down at you with adoring eyes.

For a moment you are frozen beneath him. Then you swallow and say, "Is it morning already? I, um, I'll go look at breakfast."

Shouta smirks. "Not quite. We still have hours before we need to be up."

You were afraid he'd say something like that. "Then maybe we should sleep."

His strong arms bracket you as he continues to stare down with that smirk. "We have plenty of time, babygirl."

"But—"

He leans down and presses his lips to yours.

They're gentler than Hawks' were, but just as demanding. He works at your mouth until you gasp for air, then his tongue sweeps across the inner rm of your lips with a sensation that borders on ticklish but feels good. One knee slides between your legs to ease them apart, then his body wedges tight against yours and you can feel how hard he is.

His erection is huge and throbbing against your core. You keen against your will, turned on as you feel the throb of blood from the big vein along the bottom of his dick. He rolls his hips so he rubs your clit tantalizingly. While you've slept he's been warming up your body. You don't realize how wet you are until this moment.

"That's it, good girl." He leans up and rubs the head of his dick through your slick. It nudges your opening and then he's slowly easing in. It burns as you stretch around his width. He backs his hips away, rolls them forward again, all in gentle motions to allow your cunt to stretch as gently as possible. "Gods, you're tight." It's agonizing in its pace and you almost want him to stop and just fuck you. You'd get used to it quickly and it would scratch the itch building inside.

You bite your lip to keep from begging him.

He stares down at you like you're the world, grey eyes flitting to your swollen lower lip. "Don't hold it in," Shouta grumbles in a voice so deep you can feel it in your chest. You whimper despite yourself and clench around him. "That's it. That's my good girl."

Regardless of his size, there's something far more tender about the way he's fucking you than how Keigo did it the night before. Shouta is focused on the way he moves inside you, angling to find what makes your lips part in a gasp. And his gaze keeps boring into you until you wonder if you're laid bare, stripped to the soul for him. It feels that way, and there's something liberating in that.

You squeeze your eyes shut and hope you shut him out, too.

Your cheek burns as your ears ring with the sudden impact. Your eyes pop open. He's stroking the abused side of your face now. "Don't." It's a warning and a plea. You nod helplessly, enamored at the way he's touching you. He's so close you're sharing hot, humid breath. He brushes his lips against yours, the ghost of a kiss; unthinking, you arch toward him.

His mouth seals over yours and the kiss is more demanding this time. His tongue dominates yours. His lips are bruising, teeth scrape your lower lip into his mouth so he can nip and bite.

It's such a contrast to the steady pace of his cock in and out but engulfing just the same. You realize his tongue is moving to the same unheard beat and you moan into him.

You're being stretched apart, consumed by Shouta's needy, demanding love. And you know that's what it is for him— it's a love so consuming that it burns him from the inside out, until he's had no choice but to take you lest he become a mere husk of himself. He needs more of you to fill the places inside that have been reduced to ash.

His hands scoop beneath your head to twine in your hair. He tugs and arches you against the bed. The delicious pain of it snaps the band in your stomach that's been holding back the dam. Your wings flare to the sides and you cry out your pleasure.

Shouta curses and groans as your core pulses around him. It's too much and he's following you down the to the abyss. He spills inside you and holds you against his chest until he comes down, then rolls onto his back to drape you over him, his own perfect stuffed toy.

"You're so perfect, sweetheart," he murmurs as he strokes a hand across the arch of a wing.