It was slower as he rocked into them, finally having made it into a bed in this reunion.
"Oh… Volke…" they sighed, legs bound around his hips. "Don't you want a break? I can ride-"
His eyes slid open, a grin on his lips.
"Don't have to ask twice."
He patted their thigh, had them release and let himself fall to his back, scoot to lay against the pillows.
"Come here," he said, grinning.
They rolled to their knees, swung a leg over his hips, guiding him back inside to a low moan from him. They settled against him, hips rising, falling in slow motion.
"Didn't know you could go so many times," they said between kisses.
"I had some time to prepare," he breathed. "Had to be sure you – mmm – remembered me."
"Very- very much," they said.
He gave them a nudge to rise, one hand coming to their side, and his intent was quickly apparent, bending to press his lips to the supple skin of a full breast.
"Missed you," he chuckled between kisses laid there.
"What, a-" their breath caught as he kissed, suckled at a sensitive nipple, "month? Volke- oh, fuck, I can't have you away that long."
His teeth sank in drawing a fragile sound from their throat.
"Mm," he hummed after releasing with a lewd, wet pop. "But it's good for the effort… and lets me feel justified in stealing you a whole day."
His hand gripped their hip, fingers sinking in and, stilling them.
"Let me just-"
He hummed as he attended to the other side. They braced against his shoulders, one hand quickly moving to his hair, almost unable to stand the heat of his mouth, the silken wash of his tongue. He nipped, tugged, and they squeaked at that sharp pinch.
"Fuck-" they gasped.
His cock jerked inside of them, sending heat rippling through their body.
They groaned as he resumed those wet kisses. It'd be entirely possible to lose their mind if they didn't move, didn't do something to address the aching need between their legs.
"Volke, please-" they whined.
Red eyes met theirs as he paused in those attentions.
"It's not my fault you have great tits," he muttered, a wicked grin on his lips. "Touch yourself while I'm busy."
Their brows raised.
They only hesitated a moment, though, before fitting their hand into the scant space between their bodies – the softness of their own belly, and his lean muscle.
He nuzzled into their breasts.
"I want to watch, anyway."
They felt sudden heat in their cheeks as they slid their fingers between their lips, slick with the day's worth of his spend, their own arousal.
"Watch? Oh?"
"Mm, I'll do you better after."
As though he hadn't already, enough that they were drowsy with it.
"If I didn't know better, I'd think you- ahh, Volke, fuck, you do it s-so much better-"
"Mm-" He let his teeth sink into another spot, sucking a mark into the tender skin.
"Think I what?" he asked, smug grin on his lips. "And, of course I do, I don't lose track of what I'm doing when you're close."
"Nevermind!" they said, that heat building as they kept touching, rolling their fingertips back and forth.
"Oh, no, tell me," he laughed, grabbing their wrist to deprive them of their own touch.
"Volke- fuck! Think you were trying to g-get me fucking pregnant!"
"Eh," he laughed, released his grip. "Much as I've had you today…"
His cock gave another jerk inside of them. Their breath caught.
"Hush about that, let me get back to this," he said.
His mouth was gentler now that they bore several newly-forming bruises, soft kisses laid against those spots, and then finally settling for sucking gently as though expecting that if he did so long enough, he might have something spurt out.
They couldn't help the soft sighs as they kept touching, felt that edge coming quickly.
"Ha, close, aren't you? So tight… let me see you?" he teased.
They forced their eyes open to meet him as they moaned, low, soft, let that overflow of pleasure take them.
"Felt that-" he gasped.
"Can I move now?" they asked, breathless.
"If you must," he said.
They settled against his chest, hips rocking against him, eyes on his, on the fuckdrunk expression he wore until the moment he kissed them.
His hands guided their hips quicker, the soft slap of skin filling their ears under his low moans, lost to the dark of their mouths.
It didn't last, not after what amounted to edging starts and pauses.
His grip tightened, fingers sinking into their ass hard enough to bruise, they were sure.
He parted from their lips, lay against the pillows, spent, panting.
"I can't move anymore," he laughed.
"What was it about doing me better?" they teased, then kissed his cheek. "I'm joking, later, some other time, I had pl-"
He gestured to his mouth.
"Sit," he called, grinning.
"Ah, that can still…?"
"Try it."
They crawled up until able to hover astride his mouth.
"I said sit."
He grabbed their hips, dragged them down.
They were sticky with him, and shivered at the thought of his swallowing his own spend, licking it from them.
That first touch of his tongue had them trembling.
"Nn- ha… Volke-"
He hummed against them, pulled them tighter to his mouth.
The stubble on his jaw was rough against them.
The intensity of it had them leaning on their arms against the headboard as he kissed, lapped at them.
"Volke- please, I'm so-"
They couldn't finish the sentence – not when he kept going, that exact same perfect motion and they were overcome, a breathless cry echoing in the room.
They would have swung their leg off at that, sure that he was done but how he held tight, kept going.
"Wait- fuck, it's-"
He gripped them tighter.
They quivered, breath coming in a heavy gulp. It was dizzying.
"Volke-!" they gasped.
"Hmm?"
He looked up at them through the space left between their body and the headboard. Letting his mouth unseal, he revealed the slickness of his entire lower face, everywhere his mask would usually cover.
"Is it too much?" he chuckled.
"Maybe-"
"You're not sure…"
He pressed his mouth back to them, hard, voracious.
They screamed as he dragged another climax from their aching cunt, only then releasing, letting them raise up off of his mouth.
He gave them a crooked, sticky grin.
"Can't help myself. I like sweets."
"You're going to make me pass out," they said, only then realizing the tears on their cheeks from the intensity of what he'd done to them.
He laid a final kiss against their overused clit. They felt raw, but so intensely satisfied.
"Fuck," they exhaled. "Are we done?"
He sighed, a little grin still on his lips, "If you insist. Eh, I'm empty, anyway, completely dry, I think. We should sleep… possibly eat…"
They lay down alongside him, nuzzled into his chest.
//
It was slower as he rocked into them, finally having made it into a bed in this reunion.
"Oh… Volke…" they sighed, legs bound around his hips. "Don't you want a break? I can ride-"
His eyes slid open, a grin on his lips.
"Don't have to ask twice."
He patted their thigh, had them release and let himself fall to his back, scoot to lay against the pillows.
"Come here," he said, grinning.
They rolled to their knees, swung a leg over his hips, guiding him back inside to a low moan from him. They settled against him, hips rising, falling in slow motion.
"Didn't know you could go so many times," they said between kisses.
"I had some time to prepare," he breathed. "Had to be sure you – mmm – remembered me."
"Very- very much," they said.
He gave them a nudge to rise, one hand coming to their side, and his intent was quickly apparent, bending to press his lips to the supple skin of a full breast.
"Missed you," he chuckled between kisses laid there.
"What, a-" their breath caught as he kissed, suckled at a sensitive nipple, "month? Volke- oh, fuck, I can't have you away that long."
His teeth sank in drawing a fragile sound from their throat.
"Mm," he hummed after releasing with a lewd, wet pop. "But it's good for the effort… and lets me feel justified in stealing you a whole day."
His hand gripped their hip, fingers sinking in and, stilling them.
"Let me just-"
He hummed as he attended to the other side. They braced against his shoulders, one hand quickly moving to his hair, almost unable to stand the heat of his mouth, the silken wash of his tongue. He nipped, tugged, and they squeaked at that sharp pinch.
"Fuck-" they gasped.
His cock jerked inside of them, sending heat rippling through their body.
They groaned as he resumed those wet kisses. It'd be entirely possible to lose their mind if they didn't move, didn't do something to address the aching need between their legs.
"Volke, please-" they whined.
Red eyes met theirs as he paused in those attentions.
"It's not my fault you have great tits," he muttered, a wicked grin on his lips. "Touch yourself while I'm busy."
Their brows raised.
They only hesitated a moment, though, before fitting their hand into the scant space between their bodies – the softness of their own belly, and his lean muscle.
He nuzzled into their breasts.
"I want to watch, anyway."
They felt sudden heat in their cheeks as they slid their fingers between their lips, slick with the day's worth of his spend, their own arousal.
"Watch? Oh?"
"Mm, I'll do you better after."
As though he hadn't already, enough that they were drowsy with it.
"If I didn't know better, I'd think you- ahh, Volke, fuck, you do it s-so much better-"
"Mm-" He let his teeth sink into another spot, sucking a mark into the tender skin.
"Think I what?" he asked, smug grin on his lips. "And, of course I do, I don't lose track of what I'm doing when you're close."
"Nevermind!" they said, that heat building as they kept touching, rolling their fingertips back and forth.
"Oh, no, tell me," he laughed, grabbing their wrist to deprive them of their own touch.
"Volke- fuck! Think you were trying to g-get me fucking pregnant!"
"Eh," he laughed, released his grip. "Much as I've had you today…"
His cock gave another jerk inside of them. Their breath caught.
"Hush about that, let me get back to this," he said.
His mouth was gentler now that they bore several newly-forming bruises, soft kisses laid against those spots, and then finally settling for sucking gently as though expecting that if he did so long enough, he might have something spurt out.
They couldn't help the soft sighs as they kept touching, felt that edge coming quickly.
"Ha, close, aren't you? So tight… let me see you?" he teased.
They forced their eyes open to meet him as they moaned, low, soft, let that overflow of pleasure take them.
"Felt that-" he gasped.
"Can I move now?" they asked, breathless.
"If you must," he said.
They settled against his chest, hips rocking against him, eyes on his, on the fuckdrunk expression he wore until the moment he kissed them.
His hands guided their hips quicker, the soft slap of skin filling their ears under his low moans, lost to the dark of their mouths.
It didn't last, not after what amounted to edging starts and pauses.
His grip tightened, fingers sinking into their ass hard enough to bruise, they were sure.
He parted from their lips, lay against the pillows, spent, panting.
"I can't move anymore," he laughed.
"What was it about doing me better?" they teased, then kissed his cheek. "I'm joking, later, some other time, I had pl-"
He gestured to his mouth.
"Sit," he called, grinning.
"Ah, that can still…?"
"Try it."
They crawled up until able to hover astride his mouth.
"I said sit."
He grabbed their hips, dragged them down.
They were sticky with him, and shivered at the thought of his swallowing his own spend, licking it from them.
That first touch of his tongue had them trembling.
"Nn- ha… Volke-"
He hummed against them, pulled them tighter to his mouth.
The stubble on his jaw was rough against them.
The intensity of it had them leaning on their arms against the headboard as he kissed, lapped at them.
"Volke- please, I'm so-"
They couldn't finish the sentence – not when he kept going, that exact same perfect motion and they were overcome, a breathless cry echoing in the room.
They would have swung their leg off at that, sure that he was done but how he held tight, kept going.
"Wait- fuck, it's-"
He gripped them tighter.
They quivered, breath coming in a heavy gulp. It was dizzying.
"Volke-!" they gasped.
"Hmm?"
He looked up at them through the space left between their body and the headboard. Letting his mouth unseal, he revealed the slickness of his entire lower face, everywhere his mask would usually cover.
"Is it too much?" he chuckled.
"Maybe-"
"You're not sure…"
He pressed his mouth back to them, hard, voracious.
They screamed as he dragged another climax from their aching cunt, only then releasing, letting them raise up off of his mouth.
He gave them a crooked, sticky grin.
"Can't help myself. I like sweets."
"You're going to make me pass out," they said, only then realizing the tears on their cheeks from the intensity of what he'd done to them.
He laid a final kiss against their overused clit. They felt raw, but so intensely satisfied.
"Fuck," they exhaled. "Are we done?"
He sighed, a little grin still on his lips, "If you insist. Eh, I'm empty, anyway, completely dry, I think. We should sleep… possibly eat…"
They lay down alongside him, nuzzled into his chest.
"I did miss you, not just for this," he chuckled.
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