Info - insecure Timothée, getting off on body, creeping into room, undressing with previous consent, kinda subby Timmy, worries about body hair, hairy Tim, love making, handjob, praise kink, playing with hair, Fem big spoon, crying, cum eating
"Thank you so much," I said happily to the hotel clerk. My boyfriend had a thing about being in absolutely perfect form whenever he came back from somewhere and hadn't had a chance to groom himself. I always said it didn't matter, but he insisted it did.
This time, I couldn't stay away for his typical night or two in a hotel before he came to fuck me within an inch of my life. I hoped he wouldn't be mad. I'd just missed him so much. I'd managed to make a deal with the hotel. Now, I was going to be able to see him even though he'd only gotten in recently.
I used the key card with shaking fingers. I could barely wait. I burst in and saw my boyfriend sleeping soundly on the bed. He'd often given me permission to wake him up with sex or sexual favours.
I crept to his beautiful form. I noticed he looked different than normal. A fuzzy trail of dark hair ran down into his boxers and those were all he was wearing. I pulled down his boxers. I licked my lips. The fabric was wet with precum and he was hard in his sleep, like he sensed I was near.
"Mmmm," I moaned as I saw all the hair on his crotch. He was usually clean shaven, but this was new. I quite liked the curling pubic hair and happy trail.
"Oh Timothée, baby," I cooed. I petted his jaw. He mumbled in his sleep and squirmed.
"Wake up pretty boy," I called. I caressed his face gently. He had a bit of stubble on his face making him look so sexy and raw.
"Mmmm, mmm, y/n," he mumbled. He blinked up at me and smiled groggily. Then the smile left his face, he looked down to see his boxers were off.
"No, no, no!" He wailed and nearly flung me off him. He back up to the headboard and covered his crotch with his hands.
"Timothée, what is the -"
"Don't look at me! I told you I needed time to freshen up," he cried.
"But I don't care," I said weakly. "I just want to see you. I missed you."
To my shock he began to cry. Tears were falling down his face. I was so surprised I couldn't move.
"I'm all hairy and gross. I'm not your smooth, pretty, good boy," he wept. "I hate shaving it's so tedious and annoying. I do it around you to look good but when I'm away I just let it grow. It's why I always need a day. I never wanted you to see me like this."
"Oh baby," I said and held my heart which felt like it might break.
"So just leave please."
"No, no I'm not going to leave you crying and feeling disgusting," I shook my head. "Timothée I love your hair."
"Y-you do?" He asked tearfully.
"I really do, it's so damn sexy. Look at all that dark, soft, luscious hair," I said nearly salivating. I slowly petted his body hair.
"Really?" He asked through tears.
"Yeah, I love it so much," I said. I pulled his hands away from his body. I noticed there was even a sexy patch of chest hair. I licked my lips again.
"Come on lover," I begged. He was slowly following me, laying down and looking up at me with wide puppy eyes.
"I feel disgusting. I just want to be what you want, what you fantasise about," he whimpered. My heart broke a little more. How could be believe he wasn't exactly what I craved? What I adored? What I longed for always? How could he not know every night I fell asleep to thoughts of his body, his voice, his essence?
"You'd have to be an idiot pure and simple not to appreciate and treasure this body, especially with hair," I said as I pulled off more clothes. He was quiet as I did, taking in my body until I was completely naked on top of him.
"Especially with hair?" He asked in a small voice.
"Especially," I reiterated and nuzzled my nose with his.
"Oh baby," he moaned.
"I'm going to make love to your body," I said as the idea hit me.
"Wh-what does that mean?" He asked nervously, propping himself up.
"Just lay back and don't worry," I requested. I interlaced our fingers on our left hands and began to move. I worked myself on his small tummy lined with hair. I was so wet juice was left pooling around his belly button. His head fell back and he whined. He was squirming underneath me.
"T-Tell me I'm pretty, tell me I'm pretty for you," he begged.
"You're so pretty, the prettiest boy I know," I cooed and caressed his lovely jaw.
"Oh, oh thank you, oh how does just this feel so damn good!" He gasped. He was writhing.
"You're gorgeous," I said and ran my free hand through his messy curls.
"Keep your eyes open for me baby," I begged. I wanted his wide eyes on me. I wanted him to see the admiration in my own eyes that were glued to him. He looked so submissive and desperate when he opened then I nearly whined myself.
"And, I-I'm a good boy?" He asked with round eyes.
"Baby, baby, baby," I chanted as I rubbed myself on him. "You're my good boy, the best boy."
"Baby," I repeated and bent down to press my lips to his. He kissed me deeply, making small noises into the kiss. I moved further down so his cock laid on his stomach and I was more situated on his pubic hair.
"Oh fuck, oh f-fuuuuck," he breathed.
"Oh angel, you're so beautiful, all this dark thick hair," I moaned.
"Y-you really mean that, don't you?" He pleaded.
"Yes, oh yes, I love you, I love your whole body.
"I love you too, make love to my body harder," he said with teary eyes. I gyrated my hips harder. I rubbed myself on his gorgeous body hair.
"Oh Timmy, you feel so damn good every time," I whimpered. He whimpered back and he squeezed my hand tighter as precum leaked from his pretty pink cock.
"You promise you don't mind," he asked in a quiet voice, almost too quiet to hear.
"Mind? I love it, it's so pretty, your perfection," I smiled. He bit his lip. His hand wrapped around his cock.
"No, let me precious," I said softly. I took his velvety hardness and stroked him.
"It feels so good," he said covering his face with his hands. I pulled them away and kissed his nose.
"Your body is a masterpiece," I whispered in his ear. One more move and feeling of friction from his body and I came apart. I squeezed his hand hard as I felt into bliss. I was crying out desperately. He made small whimpers as he exploded over my hand. He was breathing so heavily I couldn't believe it. I felt pure wonderment at the purity of this moment. He wasn't made up and hairless and something he wasn't. He was my real and true boy and I loved him.
I lapped up as much cum as I could and then used tissues to get the rest. Timothée was so deeply blissed out he wasn't making real words. I snuggled up behind him. I kissed his neck as I ran my hands through his pubic hair. I threaded my fingers in it letting him know how much I cared for him.
"Thank you," he whispered emotionally.
"Anything for my boy," I said and kissed his temple. "You're always my beautiful, beautiful boy."
