Night Night.

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His soft black hair was simple to get your hands tangled into. Your skinny fingers wrapping around the curls and giving gentle tugs. You weren't going to do it now since you had just taken off his suit and somehow convinced him to lay on the bed only in his soft grey boxers. He was watching you like a mouse watching the hawk circle, a little bit of fear in his eyes but he was ready for what was going to happen cause he knew what was going to be done. He was shaking under your grasp and you decided to lay on top of him only a little. He was blushing darker and darker each minute which was something you loved about him. How dark his little cheeks could go and how hard he could get in a matter of seconds. You decide to not mention either parts but when you gently set your hand on his cheek and he leans into it, you see that he is giving you everything that he has. You're in control of him right now. You put your hand in his hair only to move it to the right side and comb your fingers through it. Getting lost in his eyes again and again after an hour of trying to ignore the constant reminder that he was supposed to keep his grounds with your family and his. You didn't care when you started to lean into him and start to gently grind your bulge against his. You knew that this was something that was very very wrong but you were going to do it anyway. You started to kiss and bite down his neck as you began to search for one of his sweet spots. He mentioned them when you were younger, he called it one of his pressure points that made him weak in the knees but you knew what it was. You always knew what it was. As you kept grinding into him and biting down on his soft skin, he began to let out a few moans and he gripped the sheets under himself and you. You started to abuse the power of finding that spot and began to attack it with kisses, nibbling and bites really going at it. You slowed down after a few minutes of everything and he looked up at you like a puppy dog. "You really aren't as tough as you make yourself to be, i hope you know that." You whispered.

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