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He always looked so perfect while he slept.
He just had this... sense of peace he never seemed to experience while awake. His consciousness only seemed to come with tension.
Perhaps, it was his childhood memories that left his muscles in knots. His father. Mother. Supposedly dead brother.
He was never as tranquil awake, as he was resting.
Until his eyes would fall shut, he would either be numb or distracted. Only now was he safe. Safe in your arms.
The both of you had had a conversation. One about sex. Just- not exactly normal sex.
You admired how he slept, so relaxed, and all you wanted was to care for him. Shower him with love... pleasure.
If you were honest, you were scared to bring it up.
That was until you woke one night to Shoto rutting against the sheets and whimpering in his slumber. He was completely out of it. Lights off.
That didn't stop you from loving how he looked. Lips parted, red faced, eyes scrunching as his dream drew him closer to his edge. Fuck.
And when he woke, he was more than ashamed. So, that's when you suggested it.
Fucking him while he slept.
You knew he'd be less embarrassed about his own situation had you told him you possessed your own perverted fantasies.
He agreed. But that was a month ago. You had yet to build courage and try it.
It was wrong, wasn't it? Even though he'd consented, he couldn't change his mind halfway through.
But your desire was overwhelming. Even more so since he proposed to you earlier that day. He wanted you. Only you. So you'd give him just that.
Raising your head from having it laid against his bare chest, you observed his calm state. You tested the waters. Was he in a deep enough sleep?
Your hand cupped his face, rubbing your thumb back and forth over his cheekbone. He didn't stir.
And he didn't stir when you planted a kiss on his cheek, nor when your lips found his neck.
You remained there for a while, sucking and nipping and biting on his pale tender flesh. Bruises were left in messy patches over his neck, a couple on his collar bones. Your favourite spot.
Carefully peeling back the covers, you crawled atop of him and ran your fingers through his duel colour hair.
He didn't stir.
A tiny, mischievous smirk invited itself upon your lips as you kissed his. While it wasn't reciprocated, you savoured the feeling of him so defenceless below you.
Eventually, you began making your way downwards. You trailed kisses from his collar bone to his smooth chest, teasing his nipple with your tongue. It was there that you gained your first reaction from him. A quiet, shaky breath.
A hushed chuckle erupted from your throat as you softly took the bud between your teeth. Goosebumps washed over his arms as you did so, your hands running up and down his abs.
When you were done gently teasing his nipple, you licked a bold stripe up from the centre of his chest, up his sternum, all the way until your teeth latched onto his ear lobe. Safe to say, you were having your fun.
You weren't one to rush things anyway.
Going back to kissing over his face, you slowly rolled your hips against his, only to begin the friction. Very. Slowly.
His nose flushed pink and you couldn't help but lay a peck upon it. He was so cute. His body was already rising in temperature, anticipation.
You wondered what his dream was like now.
You got off him just to kneel between his legs after spreading them. Your open mouth kisses travelled down the canyon that was in between his abs, only to arrive near his crotch with a small hickey.
Drawing a circle with your tongue around his navel made him squirm for a brief second. Your fingers traced his V-line down... down... until they hooked around the waistband of his pants.
As gently as you could, you began to slip them off his legs, leaving his semi-hard on in a tent under his boxers.
Once they were successfully thrown on the floor, your palms found his thighs, rubbing up and down in what could've been a massage. His limbs grew even limper in relaxation and you smiled. You liked when he was so serene. Asleep.
You wouldn't give him the satisfaction of touching him yet, though. The open mouth kisses resumed, this time from his knee up into his inner thighs.
A frustrated whine left Shoto's throat and you tutted, coming up just to whisper in his ear "If you're impatient, you get nothing at all."
He seemed to quiet down after that, so you returned to the task at hand. Lips and tongue travelled across his inner thighs, getting closer to his cock with each one.
His steady breaths continued, much to your delight. He was still in his deep sleep, exactly where you wanted him.
Your fingertips brushed over his sides as you placed one final kiss on his hip bone and sat up on your knees.
A rosey pink set of cheeks greeted you when you looked up at Shoto, lips getting a darker pink every time more heat crept onto his face.
The permanently tugged eyebrows had finally returned to where they'd naturally sit, fluffy red and white hair messily flopped over on his forehead.
You hummed in approval, making your index and middle finger walk up the top of his thigh before flattening your hand entirely and finally rubbing his dick through the shorts.
No reaction met his face besides slightly pursed lips and eyelids barely squeezing.
You adored the wetness gathering in his underwear where pre-cum had begun to leak, beading at the tip before being absorbed by the material.
When his cock was at full mast, you, at last, stripped him of his boxers. He was left in absolutely nothing, his deliciously carved body on full view, all yours.
You dipped down, but not without glancing at his beautiful face once more.
Kitten-licking his tip, you collected all the pre on your tongue before starting at the base.
Your wet muscle flattened before dragging it upwards a couple times. He shuddered but only enough to catch a small bit of your attention.
Your smile was only interrupted by you taking half of his cock in your mouth, pumping the rest with your hands as you sucked. Twisting your hand a little to add more sensations, your tongue swirled around his tip.
You pulled back with a string of saliva still connecting your lips to his dick, instead choosing to work on tip play instead.
Dragging your tongue over his slit and in circles over the sensitive head, your palm tenderly massaged his balls and tugged on them lightly. His breathing picked up in reaction, eyebrows twitching shortly.
Your free hand never stopped pumping until your were taking him in your mouth again, forcing as much of his length in your mouth as possible. You remained there for a moment, allowing your tongue to explore before starting to bob your head.
A faint, mid-slumber moan was heard from above you as his hips began rutting upwards, but not enough to be uncomfortable for you.
Once you came up for air, you returned to tip play. Your hand curled in a fist around the head of his cock and focused entirely on it as it continued to darken with the need for release.
You jerked only the tip off, spitting into your hand occasionally to add the much needed moisture. You kept a good pace, matching the movement to each of his positive reactions.
It was so cute to you how, even in his sleep, he'd tremble as he got close. Those tiny whimpers were music to your ears. You could almost get off to them alone.
His dick was hot and swollen, prepared to cum but you suddenly pulled your hand away and his whining returned. You observed attentively as he lazily bucked up, looking for any kind of stimulation.
Your mouth retook your hands place, palms now pressed against his thighs. You kept pushing his cock as far in your throat as you could, trying to ignore the temptation to gag.
That's when you heard it. The sweetest moan. Needy, breathy, but pretty loud.
Shoto never was one to make too much noise in bed. He'd often get embarrassed and hold them in all together. But now, in such a vulnerable situation, his moans were unrestricted.
It's all you could ever want.
From the praise that was his noises, you kept going. Sucking, choking, gagging, all for his ultimate pleasure. You wanted this for him.
His body was quivering again, chest rising and falling as he did his best to cling onto the bed sheets. His grip was too limp, but he was still trying.
Hotness flooded your mouth in spurts, you swallowing almost as soon as the cum landed against your tongue. You pulled off with a 'pop' and sat back on your knees.
His heavy breathing soon cooled down back into steady breaths. You were surprised how he hadn't woken up yet. After all, that was probably one of the most intense orgasms you'd ever seen him have.
You took your time tearing off your own clothes before straddling his hips once again. He was still semi-hard, panting softly.
Humming, you rolled your hips again, finally getting some relief for the throbbing you'd been needing to tend to for a while now. You rocked on his cock as it grew stiffer again.
Your hand pushed his hair off his forehead to stop the sweat from making it stick and you set a gentle kiss onto it.
You smiled as you heard his moan again, deciding it was time to fuck him.
Lifting your hips up just enough, you angled his cock at your entrance before sinking down. His face contorted in pleasure from being enveloped in your warm walls, closing around him as you pulsed from excitement.
His brows furrowed as your hands used his chest for stability, beginning to bounce on him. His breathing started to pick back up again.
You probably should've waited a bit longer for him to come down from his high...
Riding him slowly at first, you watched each and every reaction, each expression change. You saw as his hand tried to fist the blankets for a bit of relief. He was for sure having a very good dream.
You tightened around him for fun, watching as his head pressed back further into the white pillows. The control did give you a power kick, you admit, but you also couldn't get over how utterly beautiful he looked.
His face was flushed, covered in a sheen of moisture. Shoto's moans only kept getting more regular, louder, less shameful. So, so pretty.
You took deep breaths, wanting to keep composure to rip him through at least one more orgasm. It was clear the dual haired man was gradually getting closer to consciousness. He squirmed more, his grip on the sheets seemed to get stronger.
You paused for a moment, only rolling your hips in various directions as you got closer to your ecstasy.
Once you'd calmed the tension in your tummy enough, you started to jounce your body a final few times.
His moans and pitiful whines were getting too much to hold back now, and it's like he knew that. His eyelids fluttered, cracking open just enough to peer up at you on top of him. The feeling of his release creeping closer had awoken him, almost overwhelmingly.
"G'morning- MmShoto~" You greeted with a smile, leaning down and pressing your forehead against his for a second.
"Fu... Y/n..." He breathed, accidentally letting go of another moan. His hands found your hips, guiding you weakly while he was barely half-awake.
He watched tiredly before mumbling "Close..."
"Me too, baby," You got out between heavy breaths "Cum inside?"
He nodded, lips pursing as the knot in his stomach built without a single break for him to grasp some constraint.
Not a moment later, you moaned, out of breath as you spasmed around his sensitive cock. You folded over as a quiet squeak left your throat.
That was enough to send Shoto over the summit, crying out for the first time as he lost control.
His sharp inhales and exhales where all you heard for a moment before you sat up, meeting his sleepy heterochromatic eyes.
A soft smile spread on his lips as he blinked slowly "That was unexpected," He chuckled, reaching up and cupping your check with care.
Biting your lip nervously, you asked "Mm, you like it?"
"What man wouldn't?" Shoto's eyes glinted with mischief.
You felt your face burn red, only getting hotter as he grabbed a hold of your left hand. He held it to his lips, pressing a kiss of confirmation against the ring.
"If i wake up like this some days, i've definitely made the right decision," He teased, forcing you to roll over and cuddle against his chest.
You snorted in amusement "You're such a heavy sleeper. I could've been drawing on your face with sharpies."
He rolled his eyes "That would be mean,"
"It would be funny." Poking your tongue out. Shoto poked your stomach and you scoffed offendedly.
"Love you, i guess," You smirked.
Shoto sent you a bragging wink "I know."