Alex tried to maintain a casual demeanor, but as your gaze wandered over him in the room, he felt like he was on stage under a spotlight. His cheeks were warm and flushed. You lay sprawled on the bed, wrapped in the sheets and still immersed in his scent. He needed to leave earlier than usual to make the most of the band's time at the studio, which led him to wander around the room quietly.
If it weren’t for the gentle kisses on your forehead and neck before he got up, you wouldn’t have stirred. However, you couldn't imagine starting your day without his morning affection. Alex always took his time getting ready, often spending hours in the bathroom. With the door slightly ajar, you could see his bare back as he brushed his teeth, and the silence of the morning allowed you to hear his footsteps.
You found amusement in watching him choose his clothes. He selected a long-sleeved striped button-up and flare jeans. Observing, you saw him slide his arms into the shirt (making you wish you were the fabric), leaving it unbuttoned, and then pull on the jeans, adjusting them right above his white underwear. Your breath eagerly following how outlined and settled to the left he was in the thin fabric. His fingers delicately wound the slim belt, revealing his graceful hands with prominent veins. As he slowly fastened the leather and looked up, his eyes met yours with a goofy pout. Your body felt as though it had frozen, and when his smile, accompanied by a soft sigh, filled the room, you got lighter despite his wet hair and slightly swollen face all over you. He was undeniably handsome.
You murmured, your voice heavy and whiny, "You're keeping me from sleeping, Bambi." The previous night still weighed on your body, making you shiver slightly. Alex laughed in that endearing way you loved, with the little crinkles at the corners of his caramel eyes becoming more pronounced and some appearing just above his cheekbones.
Sometimes, you wished you could be firmer with Alex, or at least appear to have control, you disliked thinking that the band might resent you for his delays. But there you were, welcoming him back into bed with open arms, your hands getting lost in the damp strands of his neck as he murmured relief in your ear, feeling your touch. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and his body weight settled comfortably over yours. He was so yours. His cold fingers rested on the warmth of your hips, beneath The Stone Roses shirt. It felt so good to have him close.
You held him tighter in your embrace, not wanting him to leave. The jeans brushed against your thighs, the belt buckle graze you, eliciting laughter that was purely from satisfaction, as if you had been expecting that exact moment. He kissed your face, trailing his chin along your skin, and you closed your eyes, savoring the texture of his growing beard against your face.
"I really like the belt, it hugs your tiny body so well.” You sounded on the verge of tears. Finding your drama amusing, Alex held you close, making your hips movements more fluid; he clearly bought into your idea. You don't need much pressure to feel him through the fabric. A few minutes ago he was in front of you, half swollen, putting on his jeans, and now he was heavy with how you were rubbing against him. The leather of his belt was pure pleasure for you. "Are you jealous of him?" There was a breathy pause; he didn’t need much from you, as his chest was already as out of rhythm as yours. "It's just that, well, you can have contact with my skin–just like my clothes.”
Your mind felt sluggish, surrendered to him. Given the time, you wouldn’t have thought about it if not for Alex’s disjointed words along with your louder sighs. You carefully slowed down, your fingers gripping the soft collar of his shirt; the tips of your fingers were lighter from the friction. His rosy lips parted with a delightful sound. You smiled at him, and he did the same back, understanding then lying down beside you. It felt like a sleepover, with neither of you caring about the time. As if it were nine o'clock at night the day before and he could exhaust your body while your saliva was present on his pillow; but there it was your turn.
You settled more comfortably on top of him, your posture upright, wanting him to have a full view of you. As your knees spread and pressed around him, creating more friction, you knew that it would leave a mark on his blue jeans.
“God, I'm wet.” You looked surprised, admiring the stained spot as you ran your fingers over his belt buckle, running your fingers up his belly and chest to pull his shirt aside and get a wide view of your man as you were riding him.
“And I didn't even ‘ave to do anything, lil’ one. You're just too perverted.” You considered arguing, but he was right. He was properly dressed, despite having spent quite a while wandering around the room. He watched your eyebrows raise, ready to protest, only for them to settle as you took in the seriousness of the situation. "Why so quiet, pet? Aren't you gettin’ what you want?” His voice made you lose focus.
As soon as his thumb touched you, your awareness wavered slightly. He rubbed your clit in circles, so lazily, yet firmly. Your head fell back, chest full of air. You pressed yourself against him and all he did was collect your juices on his fingers as he lightly patted your thigh. He grunted in a sigh, as if to let you know he was proud.
"I love it when you leave your mark on my clothes, the rips, stains and your smell. Is that what you're going to do again? Make yourself come on my belt and jeans ‘til I'm marked as yours?” Your eyes welled up; you knew he was saying what you wanted to hear. Although the thoughts were his, they made you feel so vulnerable. Not to mention that years ago, Alex wouldn’t have been so expressive; this had developed over time with you constantly on his mind. He certainly desired you more now than when he first met you, and his love grew proportionately. If you felt good about it, then he did too.
"I'm not possessive, Bambi." You laid your head to the side, nibbling at your lips for him. Your body was warm. Your breath was nonexistent, your hair sticking to your forehead just as Alex’s strands fell over his eyes in a cute fringe.
He pulled his fingers into his mouth, running his tongue over them briefly, sucking all the moisture from them to himself. He groaned in pleasure, making you want to punch him. The mole near his mouth shone like it had been dipped in lip gloss and you were sure it was you.
You leaned in to touch his lips with yours and he concluded, "You're really not – but I wanted to emphasize that I'm yours; to let people know that.” Your smile broadened, impossible to suppress. You kissed his cheek, nipping at the rosy skin and gently pulling it to yourself. He smelled good. The beard was such a great tease. You looked at him for a few seconds, from the scar on his eyebrow to his pointed nose, focusing on his face and the weight of his chest. You kissed him again, more passionately, feeling each of his breaths into you.
His fingers tightened on your shirt, then before anything else could happen, you interrupted him, regaining your composure.
You had a strong liking for his belts, you had your favorites among them, but overall, Alex took them to himself so majestically. Both the thicker or thinner ones. They accentuated his waist nicely, and now that he was boxing again, every time he wore them, the back of his pants looked perfectly rounded, highlighting his thighs as well. Not to mention that it left his belly and waist quite biteable.
“I won't let you touch me now, Alex.” Your intention was to sound whispered, more for yourself than for him to hear. However, it came out sounding authoritative, surprising even you; he laughed at your realization. You were indeed impatient, no longer able to delay it any longer.
Pulling Alex's hands away from your skin, an action he attempted but you avoided, knowing that he would lift or take off your shirt so he could see you better. Every now and then his serene, dark gaze would hover over your hard nipples in his white t-shirt; you wanted to deprive him of that taste. As he frowned, with the visible wrinkle between his eyebrows, his pink mouth watery from not being able to have them on his lips, you felt avenged. “I mean that, Bambi.” He just nodded. He also just wanted to be touched, no matter which way.
Revisiting your idealization of how both the clothes and you could enjoy him, you unfastened the belt buckle with a satisfying click, deliberately pulling the leather through the loop. He lifted his hips, making everything easier. Without much thought, you opened his buttons, pulling the zipper greedily, and he moaned at the touch. He was already as sensitive as you, both of you had a problem with tiredness and moodiness, everything became more vulnerable with that. The white underwear was tight, starting to become slightly transparent with precum. You could see every inch of him without effort, your mouth was also watering with it, if it weren't for wanting it so much you would find more time to have him on your tongue.
With the belt in hand, you chuckled smugly at Alex’s surprise when he noticed you sliding the material around his waist. You placed his wrists next to his sides before tightening them, keeping him still as best you could, and closed the buckle around him. Alex knew he had enough strength to get out of that, but he respected your will and seeing you so confident made him ready than ever. You could tell that by looking at him. His pale skin would surely bruise and you would find yourself enjoying it.
You leaned against his shoulders, your knees firmly planted on the bed. If he could touch you, he would have already slapped your thighs and grabbed your ass tightly so that you were buried in him, but (un)fortunately all you saw was the agony on his rigid face.
“Why so quiet, pet? Isn't that what you wanted?” The words were sweet, yet bittersweet to Alex. However, he had no complaints.
He chuckled, laying his face to the side. His hair was no longer damp, but it fell gracefully over the back of his neck and face. You adjusted yourself better, accommodating him in your wetness. You could feel his entire length through the fabric, then your hips danced around him, every movement designed to keep him warm inside you even with the barrier of his underwear. For you, the friction felt good and the wet noise seemed to be giving little kisses to your clit. Each prolonged sigh from Alex made you want to sit harder on him, and as the minutes passed, it was impossible to avoid it.
His adorable little wrinkle between his eyebrows was present, his cheeks were very red, as were his lips that were open and swollen. As your thigh pressed against him, his abdomen contracted, his chest felt heavy with beads of sweat accumulated in the few hairs; but it was so sexy coming from him. The back of his neck fell back into the pillow, his eyes narrowed and you couldn't help but say, "I know, Bambi. It’s good.” He nodded, consciousness slowly fading. His body was weak, muscles slack, though his hands were clenching around nothing, certain that under normal circumstances your waist would be engraved with his fingers. And somehow, you missed his touch on you as he emptied himself in relief.
The white, warm liquid dripped a little from the fabric, which made you sigh along with him. The soaked sensation was good and following with watching him in his state of ecstasy drove you there too. Not so restrained, you let your body fall on his in exhaustion, your legs aching and your clit throbbing. It was a real good morning, really a truckload of breakfast. Alex looked at you with bright eyes, even though it was hard to keep them open, and smiled as satisfied as you. He kissed your forehead, resting his warm lips on your skin. You felt the leather of the belt on your lower belly and that made you smile silently, realizing Alex whispered, "You can let me go now, little one.”
The words brought you back to reality; you had indeed been in a world where only you and Alex existed. "Oh my god, Al. Has this really taken this long?" You rubbed your eyes, getting up as if you could help him. In contrast, Alex, with his rosy cheeks, remained calm. "I don't think so." He continued lying down, watching as your nervous hands undid the buckle and freed him. He smiled at you, his eyes crinkling, teeth showing. "Alex, they get annoyed with me when you’re late." His brow furrowed in a dismissive gesture, indicating he didn’t care.
"You make me late. It’s not my fault. I was getting ready just like any other normal person." You raised an eyebrow, observing his goofy, playful grin. You were indeed worried; sometimes it was due to reasons like this, but other times it was because Alex insisted on driving you to work. "They don’t mind, love. They only joke ‘bout it ‘cause they know you take it seriously." He hugged you, and that made sense, but it didn’t change the fact that it happened.
He brought his face close to yours, holding your chin then brushing his nose along your cheek. "You could use your day off to come with me today. Watch me sing, have lunch together, and maybe grab coffee in the afternoon too." You felt your body relax; it was a tempting offer. It was hard to handle when he was away, you enjoyed these little moments together.
"Won’t I be in the way?" He shook his head, "Not at all, I’ll be happy to ‘ave you there." Honestly, when you were home, he would send photos and messages now and then, which you found sweet but also wondered how it didn’t disrupt his work. You often warned him about that.
"Alright, you can go ahead; I need to get ready, take a shower..." He nodded, watching you get up in a hurry. "I’ll come with you."
"To the shower?" You looked confused as he checked his phone and showed you a message from Jamie suggesting you join them. You didn’t know the details but thought it was cute that he talked about you with them.
"Yes," he said, noting your reaction. "I kind of expected this; I woke up much earlier than usual; there’s still time." Alex chuckled as you nudged his shoulder, clearly amused. You felt you could have put in a better performance with more time. Nonetheless, Alex was more than happy. "You’re a pest.”
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