Honeypie (Oliver Sykes)

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She opened her eyes and instantly smiled. Oliver's bare back was on full display along with his uncovered butt. She started by testing the water and poking around his shoulder blades. The alcohol must have done him a number because he never flinched. She slowly moved down his back until she got to his tailbone. A smirk grew on her face and she slightly pinched at his hips and thighs before grabbing a handful of his butt. He shot up and gave her a bewildered look. 

"Good morning!" she chirped and tightened her grip on his butt. 

"Morning." he squeaked out and tried to move away from her. 

"Where you going, Sykes?" she questioned and pulled him closer towards her. 

"Let go of my arse, woman. That feels weird." She chuckled and let go of his butt. She rolled onto her back, chest on full display through the thin black cotton sheet. Oliver stared with a smile before burying his face into her chest. 

"You just woke up and you're already diving into round four?" she asked with a giggle because he had begun to blow raspberries against her chest. 

"It's never too early, love." She shook her head and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him fully on top of her in the process. 

"Now who wants round four?" he asked with an eyebrow raised. She gave him a large grin and pulled him down for a kiss. 

"Morning sex is the best kind of sex. Second only to angry sex." He laughed and kissed her again. He began laughing half way through the kiss again and she pulled away. Her expression turned mischievous and she flipped them over. The sheet fell from her chest and pooled around her and Oliver's waist. He gave her a curious look and she began rocking back and forth against him. A shaky breath left his lips and he pressed his head further back into the pillow as he clenched his jaw to keep in any noises that yearned to break free from his throat. 

"Love." he finally called out as she lifted herself off of him to find his bare skin through the mess of sheets. She hummed and her eyes lit up once she got the sheet out from between them. He pulled her down for a passionate kiss and she sank down on him, swallowing every moan and curse that left his lips. His reactions were completely different when he was drunk or sober. Drunk, he was quiet and would only let out grunts and small praises. Sober, he was a mess and babbling out praises as if there was no tomorrow. His hands stretched out on either side of him and twisted the bedsheets in his grasp. He was gasping for air like a fish as she rode him. She loved the way he gave off top energy but he was in fact a switch. 

"Evelyn." he warned and her pace got more needy and rougher. He completely stopped breathing for a second as his back arched off of the mattress and he blacked out for a few seconds. He came back down from his high gasping for breath and grasping at her thighs. She slid off of him and took the sheets with her as she picked out a random outfit and ventured out towards the shower. 

"And she didn't even cum." he mumbled.