☆ borhap cast imagines ☆ // hardyzello

a break for mom {2} // gwilym lee

Warnings: Swearing, SMUT

"Be good to your Uncle Rami and Auntie Lucy, alright?" Gwilym said to Theo. "Okay, Daddy!" He chirped. "We'll back back soon," He looked back towards you, before giving you a wink,

"I just need to spend some time with Mommy."

"Oh my goodness, Gwil, it's beautiful!" You beamed, looking out the window at the beautiful view of the Grand Canal at night from the hotel room your husband managed to book.

After Gwilym had unpacked his clothes, he walked towards you, and wrapped his arms around your waist, "Yeah, we should enjoy it while it lasts," He said, before placing kisses down your neck.

"Hey! Don't think I forgot all the teasing you did on the plane!" You giggled, resting your hands on his, remembering the agonizing four hours you both spent on the plane.

Gwilym chuckled in response, trailing his kisses to your shoulder, "Then let me finish what I started," As much as you loved feeling his lips on your skin, you pulled his hands away, before running towards the bathroom.

You stopped by the doorframe, watching as your husband slowly followed you, stopping in front of the bed, a smirk making its way to his lips. "You'll have to wait a little longer, sweetheart," You smirked back.

Your back was turned to him, an alluring look on your face which totally didn't help Gwilym with the situation in his trousers. You slowly unbuttoned your shirt, your husband staring in awe, while he sat down on the front of the bed, watching you, like a kid waiting for Christmas.

You giggled, before walking inside the bathroom and closing the door, hearing your husband's frustrated groan behind it.

After closing the door, you fumbled, looking around for the lingerie you packed for the trip. Finding the familiar white fabric, you held it up to your body only to find it too small. You face-palmed, My stupid arse packed Theo's old onesie.

Cursing, you looked around the bathroom, trying to think of something. Landing your eyes on one of the bathrobes that the hotel allows their guests borrow, you let out a sigh, Fuck it.

Meanwhile, Gwilym was still sitting on the bed, feeling his palms sweating. It was getting kind of hot so, he immediately took his jacket off, throwing it to the couch nearby. He bounced his knee in anticipation, waiting for you to come out.

When he heard the door open, he looked up to see his wife clad in a hotel bathrobe. He bit his lip, knowing what's underneath. You giggled at his still shocked face, before finally walking towards him, straddling his lap.

"Like the view?" You teased, placing your hands on the back of his neck, playing with the short hairs, which sent a shiver down his spine. Gwilym finally got into his senses, and placed his hands firmly on your waist.

"I love it," He looked up at you, sending you a cheeky smile. His fingers then played around with the rope holding the bathrobe together, then your hands stopped his before he went any further.

"I told you that you'd have to wait," You slowly stood up from his lap, and then slowly trailed soft kisses down his neck, and then kneeled down in between his legs. Gwilym breathed, his cheeky smile disappearing.

Palming him through the fabric of his trousers, he gulped, feeling his crotch harden even more. You looked up at him through hooded eyes, before finally unzipping his trousers.

Grabbing his already hard cock from the inside of his boxers, you gave it a few soft strokes first before finally wrapping your lips around his sensitive head, sucking gently before swirling your tongue around softly. Your husband's breath hitches, both his hands gripping his own knees firmly.