Domestic Bliss (Dustin Bates)

World War II Documentary

You walked out from the bathroom, your hair still dripping wet from your shower. Your boyfriend, Dustin, sits on the couch, his eyes trained on the TV in front of him.

"Dustie..." you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck. "What are you watching?" You lean into his neck, placing kisses where ever you could.

"Documentary," he answered plainly, putting a hand on the side of your face. "Come sit and watch." He said, rubbing your arm before letting you go.

You unwrapped yourself from him before moving around the couch to sit beside him. He quickly moved his arm for you to cuddle into him. His head rested on yours as the two of you watched the historians talk about Hitler's rose to power. You quite enjoyed watching him. Yes, him. He looked so at peace as he watched the documentary.

"Darling, can we just make out or something?" You asked, looking up at him with innocent eyes. He smiled, kissing your nose.

"I'm really invested. I'm sorry," he said, gently rubbing your cheek with his thumb. You grumbled, cuddling farther into his side.

You sighed, putting your hand on his inner thigh. You started rubbing higher, trying to distract him from the documentary. He shifted uncomfortably. You smirked. Your plan was working. You moved your hand to right where you wanted it. You then reached down under the waistband of his pants, grabbing his cock. He gasped, gripping the back of your neck tightly.

"What's wrong? Not enjoying your documentary?" You smirked, kissing his neck as you continued to rub him. He tilted his head back as he got harder at your touch.

"Y/N," he groaned, his other hand gripping the couch cushion. You smile as you lower your other hand to your core, starting to rub yourself through your panties. He noticed this. "Stop," he commanded, pushing your hand away with his. He placed his hand on your clit. You took a sharp breath in as he started rubbing in a circular motion.

"Oh, God, Dustin," you moan. You slowly stood, moving his hand. You shimmied down your jeans, him sliding his own pants off as well. You climbed on top of him, sliding yourself over his hardening cock. He gripped your waist tightly. You reached your hand down to his cock when he was fully hard, positioning him under your opening before slowly sliding him into you.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned, leaning his head back as you started to bounce on him, feeling his cock hit inside of you. You put your hands on his shoulders, squeezing when the pleasure became too much.

You continued to ride him, him eventually sliding a hand down to your clit again, rubbing roughly. His hips started meeting yours in the middle.

"Harder," you whispered in his ear, putting your hands around his neck. He groaned, going harder as you started to tighten your grip around his neck. This continued, both of you rising up until you were both on the brink of climaxing.

"Oh, cum for me, baby," he whispered. "Put me in check, please," he whined. You rode him faster, morning loudly and nearly crying in pleasure.

Moments later, you came around him. Seconds after that, Dustin released inside of you. That only furthered your orgasm, gripping his throat tighter. Once you both came down, you stayed on top of him, leaning against his body as you caught your breath.

"I love you," you said in his ear. He wrapped his arms around your waist.

"I love you, too." He moved back, looking at your waist. "Uh oh. I left some bruises." You leaned back to examine his neck.

"Yeah, I marked you up, too." You gently traced your fingers across the bruises.

"It's all fine. Concealer is good for a reason," he said with a smile, slowly kissing you. You climbed off of him, grabbing a blanket to cover the both of you up. You cuddled up against him under the soft blanket.

That's where you fell asleep, curled up naked against your loving boyfriend.