Request: I can't stop thinking about using Charles as a sleep aid (or more like his dick) like just being unable to fall asleep and he wakes up because you're moving around and he just knows what you need. Just some soft sleepy sex 🥵
You lie in bed, tossing and turning, the weight of the day still heavy upon your shoulders, refusing to slip into the comforting embrace of sleep. Your mind racing, thoughts swirling like a storm. But amidst the chaos, you glance at Charles who is still blissfully asleep. One idea persists as you look at him, growing stronger with each passing moment.
His silhouette is barely visible in the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains. He sleeps peacefully, undisturbed by the turmoil raging within you. You hesitate, unsure if you should disturb his slumber, but after tossing and turning a couple more times, the decision is made for you. He moves closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and tucking his head in the crook of your neck.
"Can't sleep, ma belle?" He mutters, his voice deep, lined with sleep while his eyes flutter open for a moment, drowsy and confused.
His voice only adds on to the growing need between your legs, and you press your thighs together in a failed attempt to relieve it.
You shake your head, "no, Charles. Please?" You turn towards him, facing him while your hand runs down his bare chest, feeling every ridge of muscle until you're stopped by the hem of his boxers. He knows without words what you need, what you crave from him.
Without a word, he turns to lie flat on his back, taking you with him, allowing you to straddle his thighs. Your head buried into the curve of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of his skin, already beginning to find solace in the rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear.
He pressed a kiss to your forehead, before whispering the words that ignited your body with desire. "Use me."
In the hushed stillness of the night, his touch is like a balm to your restless soul. His warmth seeps into your bones, calming the frantic thoughts that have plagued you, that have taken away your ability to fall asleep. With his caress of his fingers on your cheek, each whispered word of comfort, you feel yourself surrendering to the peace only he can offer.
The desire that sparks between you two isn't one of passion or urgency, simply just a gentle, tender longing born from the need for connection.
Both of your clothes are quickly shed, punctuated by the sound of your sigh as you sink down on him, pressing your hands against his chest to stabilize yourself. Charles' hands rest on your hips, urging you with light squeezes, sinful words, and breathy moans leaving his lips.
As the minutes tick by, you feel the tension slowly drain from your body, replaced by a profound sense of peace and thoughts of only him.
He thrusts his hips up a couple times, catching you by surprise, draining your energy even further when he presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing slow enticing circles.
Charles sees your eyes drooping while you struggle to keep up the pace to bring yourself over the edge. He tightens his hold on your waist, pulling you closer before rolling over on the bed to take control.
Still keeping the slow and steady pace, he deepens his thrusts, watching you grab onto the sheets above your head to ground yourself.
In the silent intimacy of the night, you find yourselves entwined in a slow, unhurried dance of bodies, feeling the sweat on your skin gather and shine in the glimmer of the moonlight trickling in.
Soon enough, both of you reach your orgasms, allowing all the tension to seep away from you as the mixed cum drips out of you and onto the sheets below.
As sleep finally claims you, it's not just the exhaustion that lulls you into slumber, but the comforting presence of Charles pressed up behind you, a beacon of relief in your restless mind. Together you drift off into dreams, wrapped in the warm embrace of his arms.
