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You had always been wary of his poison testing habits. He claimed it was a hobby, said he had been partaking in it for a long time. Still, on good days it left him a bit tired, on worse ones it left him exhausted, feverish, and clingy. He didn’t do this every week, he did like to be coherent for work and around other people, but it had been three weeks since he had tested any poisons, and he was desperate to scratch that itch.
He had found a poison he had never tested before and was maybe a bit too excited about trying it out. It worried you, and he knew that, but he reassured you time and time again that he knew what he was doing and that he would be fine. You wanted to believe him, you wanted to trust him, but you couldn’t help but be paranoid that something bad might happen one of these times. You actually argued about it this time, and you tried to stop him, but he wouldn’t listen. It ended with you storming out and telling him to “do whatever the fuck you want!”
That was two hours ago, and now you’re at home and have mostly cooled down. Unfortunately, that left you with that deep feeling of worry eating away at you again. Why won’t he just listen to reason? He knows this hobby of his is dangerous, doesn’t he? He’s going to get himself killed one of these days.
You angrily stirred the stew in the pot in front of you, which ended up sloshing some of the scalding liquid onto your shirt. You hissed with panic and leapt back, pulling the fabric of the shirt away from your stomach. You huffed with irritation and tossed the spoon to the side, leaning over the pot to turn off the stove. You grabbed the dish dowel nearby and tried blotting the liquid off of your shirt, but it looked like it was going to stain. Great. Just something else to worsen your already sour mood.
You pulled your shirt over your head and started towards the hall to go and retrieve a new one, but a frantic and clumsy knocking on your door stopped you before you could get too far. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, because it was quite late now and no one ever came by at this hour. You tossed your soiled shirt onto the couch and slowly approached the door. Once you were there, the knocking persisted, and this time it sounded like the person’s knuckles dragged down the door when the knocks ceased.
You stood on your toes and looked out of the peephole, and immediately you spotted Corbeau half-slumped against your door. He raised his hand to knock again, this time calling out for you in a raspy voice, his speech slurred, “Let me in… Please…!”
“Oh my–” You stepped back and unlocked the door, swinging it open and having to catch Corbeau the moment it was, as he quickly slumped forward against you. He tried to hold himself up, but his feet were clumsy and uncoordinated beneath him, “Corbeau?! Are you okay?!”
You felt his hand on your bare arm, and his skin was burning hot, “I-I may have… made a miscalculation…”
You pushed your arms underneath his and hoisted him to his feet, though he still leaned heavily on you, and you pulled him into your apartment so you could close your door; you really didn’t feel like having your neighbors see you in a bra and with Corbeau hanging off of you looking drunk off of his ass.
You took Corbeau to the couch, depositing him onto it; he immediately slumped back against the cushions. You sat next to him and reached forward to set a hand across his forehead, wincing at the temperature, “You’re burning up!”
His head lulled to the side, leaning into the touch of your palm, a pitiful moan escaping his throat, “The new poison had a stronger effect on me than I… than I thought it would…”
Your hand fell back into your lap, and you grimaced at the thought, “I told you that you were going to get yourself into trouble doing this one day.”
He shook his head, “It was just… a mistake on my part…”
He tried to defend himself, but you really didn’t want to hear it right now, “Corbeau, you can’t even stand on your own!”
He took a deep and staggering breath, it looked as if he had a hard time taking it, “It has a very… unusual effect…”
“I should call an ambulance.”
Corbeau shook his head, “N-No, just… stay here…”
You huffed with irritation, “Corbeau, I’m calling the hospital! You clearly need medical attention!”
You stood then to head for the kitchen where you left your phone, but you didn’t get far at all. Corbeau grabbed your wrist as you began to rush off, and he pushed himself off of the couch to try and follow you, but all that got him was on his knees. You stopped in your tracks though, turning to look down at him. He was looking up at your with half-lidded eyes, his chest rising and falling at a heavier rate as his breath became frantic, and his face was burning with his fever.
“Corbeau…”
His fingers tightened their hold around your wrist, but his strength wasn’t with him so the grip wasn’t tight. He took a few more quick breaths before he finally spoke, “I need you…”
Your opposite hand found his hand gripping your arm, and you tried to pry his fingers off of your wrist, “I’m going to help you, you just have to let me get to my phone.”
He raised his other hand to grab onto your hand trying to set yourself free, and again he shook his head, “No… I need you…”
It took a moment, but when the meaning of his words hit you, you almost didn’t know what to say. He… needs you? In this state? He was trembling, and feverish, and he could hardly breathe, and— Oh.
“You…”
His grip around you tightened, “Please…”
He begged. He looked desperate. You didn’t know what to do, “What the hell was in that poison…?”
He leaned forward, his forehead touching your arm as he tugged on it, trying to bring you closer, “I need it, please… I can’t take it, it hurts…”
All you could do was stand there. You wanted to call an ambulance, he needed medical attention, but he wasn’t about to let you go. You frowned with concern and kneeled down to be on your knees in front of him, “Corbeau, you need to see a doctor. You’re sick.”
He was shaking his head again, “N-No, no… I need— I need you to touch me.”
He grabbed your hands again, and he pulled them towards himself. He set them against himself, on his sides, at his ribs. He closed his eyes and sighed with relief, a suggestive sound leaving him at the soft touch. You watched him as he leaned towards you, keeping your hands pressed to him. He opened his eyes again, though they remained half-lidded and hazy as he caught your eyes. The look in them sent a shiver down your spine and made your heart skip a beat. You swallowed thickly.
“Corbeau–”
“Please…” He leaned close to you, his lips just centimeters from your own; his body was so warm, “Don’t leave me here like this… please, touch me…”
You hesitated, unsure if you should do this. You were worried about him, you knew you should call the hospital, but… What if this method helped him? The effects of the poison clearly brought him to this state, so maybe if you gave him what he craved then it would relieve him of these symptoms. His eyes glanced down to your lips, and before you could make a decision he was leaning the rest of the way forward and kissing you.
Immediately, he moaned and pushed his body closer to yours. His hands found your shoulders and pulled you towards him, and then you felt his tongue dart out and brush against your lip before pushing into your mouth. You moaned with surprise, not expecting this to escalate so quickly, but you figured you shouldn’t be surprised at all. His fingers curled against your bare shoulders; you could feel his fingernails digging into your skin. You held onto him tighter too. You guess you were doing this.
You returned his desperation by moaning into his mouth again, though this time the sound was more suggestive. You felt his tongue against yours, and underneath your hands he was trembling with want. You pushed closer, making him stumble back a bit to catch himself, but the groan you got from him proved he was happy you were returning his interest. You pushed your hands up his sides, rubbing against his ribs and bending your fingers to push your fingernails against him. That got a pleasured noise from him, so you repeated the motion and leaned further forward, slowly tipping him backwards until you were brave enough to push him back all of the way.
You removed your hands from his sides and replaced them on his legs, wrapping your fingers around the backs of his thighs and yanking up on them. He was already uncoordinated, and adding the surprise of your action sent him onto his back with ease. The sudden motion caused a break in your kiss, and now he was looking up at you where you sat between his legs with your hands still on his thighs. His face was flushed and he looked so far gone already. He was beautiful.
“What are you g-going to do?” He stammered out, breathless.
You tilted your head and peered down your nose at him, but you rubbed your hands down his thighs gently, “What do you want me to do?”
He didn’t answer that question, but it looked like he was thinking pretty hard about it. He looked a bit confused, and it made you sigh. You released your hold on his legs and moved up to straddle his waist, careful about how you sat down on his lap. You grabbed his tie in one hand, and his shoulder in the other, and gently you pulled him back upright. He winced at the movement, like it was uncomfortable for him, but you really needed to make sure of something before you moved forward with this.
“Corbeau, are you aware of what’s happening right now?” You asked him in a soft tone, your hands on him careful.
He blinked, his eyes still very much dazed. He took another staggering breath and nodded, “Y-Yes.”
You frowned. That wasn’t a good enough answer, “I should call the hospital.”
You went to move off of his lap, but once again his hands were on you to stop you. He pulled you back towards him and shook his head, his eyes widening, frantic, “N-No, no! I’m… I’m not high— Well, I am high, but I’m not unaware of my… of my surroundings and— and what’s going on…” He took another breath, trying to relax under your hands but having a difficult time in his current state, “This is just an effect of the poison, but I—I know what I’m asking of you, and–and I know what I want… I’m giving you permission.”
You looked at him with concern. You wanted to help him, you just needed to make sure he was well enough to consent to all of this. You moved your hand to his face, brushing your thumb against his cheek with care, “Are you sure?”
He nodded and leaned into your touch, a small but desperate sound leaving him as he pushed towards you, “Yes… Please, I need you…”
You felt more content after that. You stroked your thumb against his face again, then moved it up to his hair to push some of the damp dark strands off of his forehead. You squeezed his shoulder with your other hand, and then you leaned in again. The kiss this time was softer, not so hungry and desperate. In this state, you’re sure he’ll be a whining mess underneath you before long, even sooner than he usually was, but you still wanted to treat him like he was fragile for just a moment. He enjoyed it more than he liked to let on.
His hands still trembled where they were planted on your sides, impatient and wanting, but they softened their hold on you with your gentle kiss and touch, and you could feel him relax a bit beneath you. You slowly pushed him back down to the floor, your hand going around to cup the back of his head to lay him down gently, and you were still careful about how you sat in his lap for now.
You pulled back from your kiss and caught his eyes again; you left him breathless once again. You smoothed your hand across his shoulder and chest, listening for every one of his quiet little keens and whimpers at such a simple touch, “Tell me to stop at any time and I will.”
He nodded against the floor, too quickly, very desperate, “O-Okay…”
And with that, you moved forward. You leaned back down to kiss him again, but your lips against his only lasted for a moment. You trailed your kisses against his cheek and jaw, and then moved them to the places you knew drove him crazy. Your kisses remained soft at first, trailing them down his neck and listening to his breathing slowly morph into panting the more you worked on him. Your hands found his tie, loosening it around his neck to have access to the buttons on the front of his shirt. You quickly got to work and unbuttoned the first three, pulling his shirt open to mouth at his collarbone and chest.
Once you had access to his sensitive flesh, you flicked your tongue out and swiped it against his throat. You heard him gasp, and he arched his back to push against you. He was sensitive, had been for as long as you’ve been intimate with him, but he was never so far gone this quickly. He was usually way more stubborn, but right now all he wanted was for you to mark him up and fuck him. He had no intention of making you work for it tonight, and that was something you had no complaints about.
You pressed some more open-mouthed kisses to his throat, moving down to lick a stripe across his collarbone and the divot beneath his throat. His fingers were curled into fists against your hips as he tried to pull you against him, looking for the friction he so desperately craved, but you wouldn’t give it to him quite yet. Instead, you pushed your fingers into his hair and pulled on it, tilting his head to the side so you could move your kisses to his shoulder. He was panting in your ear at this point. If you had him like this by just simply kissing his neck, then what would he sound like by the time you were actually fucking him? A thrilled shiver ran up your spine at the mere thought of it.
You licked and kissed at his neck and shoulder for a moment longer before finally deciding to give him a little something more. First, you let your teeth graze his flesh and based on the small whimper that pulled from him, you knew he was about to be really noisy. You welcomed it with open arms.
You bit down on the place between his neck and shoulder, latching onto him and sucking on his flesh, determined to leave a purple mark that matched the color of the accents on his coat. He choked on a gasp as you sucked on his neck, his fingers curling harshly against your hip as he bucked his own up against you.
“Ah–ah!”
You grinned with satisfaction against his skin, keeping a hand in his hair to keep his head tilted away and his neck exposed to you, while the other trailed down to his hip and pushed down, keeping him pinned to the floor. He still tried to jerk his hips forward, but you proved stronger than him at that moment. You retracted your teeth from his neck and licked the newly formed bruise there before moving further up his throat and latching onto him there, leaving another purple bruise.
He arched his back and tried to push his hips against yours, but you kept him pinned, “Ah! Please…! M-More…!”
He gasped out your name as you continued to pleasure him, twitching beneath you with want, unable to do as he pleased with your strong hold pressing him down. You’d give him what he wanted eventually, but for now you’d see how far you could go before he’d really start begging for it.
“Mph! Ah! F-Fuck!” He tried pulling on your hips, figuring if he couldn’t move against you then he could try to get you to move against him. It worked somewhat. You felt him beneath his pants, his hard cock brushing against you. It was a quick touch, but it was enough to drive him mad, “Please, please! M-More! I need you! Please, touch me! Please!”
Xerneas, he wanted this bad. You released his flesh, pulling back to admire your handy work, and you grinned at the dark bruises you left on him. You looked up to catch his eyes, finding him red and panting, “How bad do you want it?”
A sound like a sob escaped him and he arched his back, trying to knock his hips against yours again, but failing. He winced and whined when his back hit the floor again, “I want it bad, I want it so bad…! Please don’t leave me like this… I-I need you…! I want—”
You cut his begging short with a kiss, throwing away the softness from before and silencing him by pushing your tongue down his throat. He grunted and moaned beneath you, and as your tongue slid against his, you released your hold on his hips and sat fully down in his lap. His moan was muffled by your mouths pressed together, but he still found a way to be quite loud as you pushed against him. He was rock hard and straining against his pants, and he gripped your hips and rutted against you like he couldn’t control himself, and maybe he really couldn’t. It only lasted a moment before he threw his back, knocking it harshly against the floor, and cried out with pure ecstasy.
You stopped what you were doing to peer down at him with surprise, “Did you just—”
“I-I’m sorry…” He apologized, trying to catch his breath, “I can’t help it… I–I need more…”
His grip on your hips had loosened a bit, but he quickly held onto you firmly again. He pulled you back down against him, and he was already ready to go for a second time. He was still stiff, and when you pushed back and rubbed yourself against him, he whined with pleasure. He was usually overstimulated quite easily, and if you ever did back-to-back rounds, he needed a moment to breathe. This time though, he didn’t want to wait.
You sat up, putting all of your weight down against his aching cock and grinding against him, giving him what he wanted, “What the fuck was in that poison?”
And how much did he take?
He watched your face as you moved against him, then his eyes trailed down to watch your breasts bounce as you rocked against him. His fingernails dug into your waist as he held you tighter, trying to assist in guiding you across his erection, “H-Harder…! Please…!”
Fuck, he was incredible. You yourself almost couldn’t get enough of this. You did as he asked, grinding down on him harder. You felt how wet you had gotten now, and your desperation was growing in an attempt to match his. You wanted him inside of you. You wanted him crying and begging you to let him cum. But unlike him, you could be patient.
“Is this what you wanted, Corbeau?” You asked him, your own breath beginning to leave you as you pushed harder down.
He was already breathless, jerking his hips up against you and peering down between you to watch you grind on him, “D-Don’t stop… Fuck, don’t stop…! O-Oh fuck…”
He threw his head back again, whining as the pleasure continued to build and build within him. His whining, his begging, his eagerness, it all only fueled your motivation to push him further. Your hand found his hip, grabbing at his shirt still tucked into his pants and tugging up on it to remove it from his waistband, “Tell me how it feels, baby.”
He bit down on his lip to try and stifle a whimper, but it was ineffective, “I need you…! P-Please…!”
You shook your head and clicked your tongue, slowing the roll of your hips to tease him, “That didn’t answer my question.”
He choked on a groan, and he pushed his hips forward to try and regain the friction from before, but once again you held his hips down and pinned him to the floor, “Don’t do this…! I-I need— I—”
You pushed your hand beneath his shirt where you untucked it from his waistband, your fingers carefully dragging across his stomach and naval. It was a gentle touch, but it was still enough to have him arching his body against you, “What do you need?”
He whined pathetically, wincing and hips twitching beneath your hands, “You! I need you! Please, I want to be inside you!”
You clenched your jaw to hold back your own moan of desperation. It was always a pleasure to watch him when he got like this, but he had never been this eager. He was practically crying as he begged for it. You couldn’t tease him any longer, not when you wanted him just as bad. You released your hold on his hips and he was quick to shift them up to rut against you again. He was so hard beneath his pants, a wet spot on the front of them where he had already cum once. And here he was on the edge of a second orgasm.
You matched his rhythm, sliding your other hand underneath his shirt and gliding them both against his hot, feverish skin. You knew him to be sensitive during sex, but even outside of that he had always been very reactive to touch in general. He was annoyed by it at times, but more often than not lately he had been more receptive to it. He relaxed very quickly under your touch, and despite his aversion to having his hair touched, he had been allowing you to run your fingers through it and even pull on it during moments like these. Granted, he was more open to it now because of the poison's effect, and you were definitely taking advantage of this opportunity unless he told you to stop.
So, you moved one hand out from beneath his shirt and leaned over him, reaching up and tangling your fingers in his hair again and yanking his head up from the floor. You weren’t too rough with the action, knowing his sensitivity, but still rough enough to pull a whine from his throat. You made him look between you to watch you grind on him, his hips continuously pushing into yours, clumsy and without any true rhythm.
“You’re so desperate for me. Look at you,” You teased him, never slowing down, pushing him to the brink, “You’re about to cum again, aren’t you?”
He was panting, his half-lidded eyes transfixed on the roll of your hips against each other. He moaned low and loud, and he brought up one of his own hands to stifle the sound. You shook your head and scolded him, “You know I like to hear you, Corbeau. Move your hand away.”
He hesitated but did as he was asked, pulling his hand away somewhat, though two of his fingers got hooked in his mouth over his teeth, drool pooling up and leaking out of the corner of his mouth. He bit down on his fingers a bit as a way to cope with how intensely he was feeling, and the sight of his fingers in his mouth and drooling around them almost sent you completely over the edge.
“Fuck, you look so gorgeous like this.”
He was gasping for air, and he was suddenly peering up at you behind his wet eyelashes with overwhelming yearning, “I gonna cum… A-Ah! Ff-fuck!”
He gasped out your name again, his eyes looking sort of frenzied and almost panicked. You lessened the harshness on the grip in his hair, gently setting his head back down and smoothing his hair back, “Cum for me, Corbeau.”
You leaned back and put your hands on his waist, pushing your hands beneath his shirt against and curling your fingers to drag your nails against his ribs. He arched his body into your touch yelped out a moan as you grinded down against his sensitive cock, giving it to him hard as he asked of you.
His hand scrambled for you again, gripping your hips with whatever strength he had left in him to keep you from moving away; not that you were going to try. He thrust against you hard a few more times before he released in his pants again, sobbing with pleasure as he held you flush to him. His hips continued to twitch against you as his orgasm overwhelmed him, and when he finally collapsed against the floor again he gasped and searched for air.
His forehead was coated in sweat, and with your hands still under his shirt you could feel his skin was still so hot and feverish. You leaned over him, taking some pressure off of his lap to relieve him if he needed it, and caught his eyes with a look of concern in your own, “Corbeau? Are you okay?”
He took a few more deep breaths and tried to focus his eyes. He was still quite drowsy from the poison, but it does appear that he’s come back to his senses a little bit. He swallowed thickly and exhaled with a gasp, nodding a bit to answer your question, “I’m fine…”
He sounded almost annoyed that you had asked, and you thought that sounded more like him. Maybe what you were doing was working. You tilted your head to study him, and you raised a hand to set against the side of his face. He couldn’t help but lean into your touch. You swiped a thumb across his lips, cleaning away the saliva there where he had been drooling just moments ago.
“Are you feeling any better?”
He looked like he was trying to narrow his eyes, but he couldn’t quite manage it. He huffed instead and stammered over his words, “I-I don’t know… Poison has never affected me like this before. You shouldn’t have to—”
“I want to help you,” You stopped him before he could talk himself into thinking otherwise. He looked away sheepishly, once again trying to glare, setting his gaze on the couch, “Do you want to continue?”
Again, he swallowed, nervous and thinking it over. He shifted sort of awkwardly beneath you, and he grimaced in discomfort as he muttered, “Yes…”
You pressed a kiss to his forehead at the confirmation and then carefully sat back, grabbing his hands and pulling him upright with you, “Let’s go to the bedroom. Your back is gonna hurt if we keep doing this on the floor.”
He winced when he sat up; you can’t imagine the feeling in his pants was too comfortable right now, “I can handle it.”
You rolled your eyes, “If we’re going to continue then you’re going to lay down somewhere comfortable.”
He raised an eyebrow, “Lay down? Don’t I get a share of being in control?”
He was starting to get bratty, which was his default mood when you two fucked. You were happy his usual personality was starting to come back out to play, but you weren’t quite done with him yet, “I’m fucking you, remember?”
His face somehow burned a deeper shade of red, and he cleared his throat to keep his voice from coming out as a squeak, “W-What did you have in mind?”
You smiled at him slyly, grabbing his hands and moving backwards to get off of him, “Maybe if you get up and follow me you'll find out.”
You got to your feet with ease, tugging on his hands and helping him up after you. He was less graceful about standing up, stumbling over his own feet and falling forward. You caught him, his head hitting your shoulder. His skin and hair was damp with sweat, and he still trembled. His hands clung to you, and you could feel the heat from his breath against your collar. You kept one arm around his back to keep him on his feet, but raised the other to smooth his hair on the back of his head and neck.
“Do you need to take a break?”
He shook his head against your shoulder, “No, just… I need–”
You understood. You pushed your hand through his hair again and nodded, “Okay baby, c'mon.”
You took his arm and pulled it around you, assisting him down the hall and to your bedroom. Once inside, you deposited him on the bed. His breath was still coming in pants, and now that he was seated his hands were atop his thighs, fingers curling into his pants legs and gripping tight. Some of his usual bite had come back, but it was clear as day that he was still being affected by the poison.
You stepped back into his space, pushing your knee between his and spreading his legs to stand between them. He grunted at the movement, uncomfortable with the wetness between his legs as well as the friction his pants provided, making him curl his fingers even tighter against his thighs. You took his chin between your fingers and tilted his head back, taking a good look at him, “Have I told you just how pretty you are?”
His face was already burning, but now it was on fire, “W-Why are you always saying stuff like that?”
“Because it’s true,” You told him, then your smug smile returned as you grabbed at his tie with your other hand and pulled on it, loosening it even more, “And because I know it makes you feel nice.”
You pulled him towards you by his tie, pressing your lips to his all over again. It wasn’t as forward as what you had been doing in the living room, but your teeth tugging on his bottom lip accomplished something. He groaned with satisfaction, and you grinned against his mouth. You released his tie and dropped both of your hands lower, grabbing at his belt buckle and tugging to begin unfastening it.
He broke from the kiss to gasp as your hands pulling on his waist created friction within his pants. You unbuckled his belt, and with both ends of it in your hands, you tugged on his hips again; you were rewarded with another gasp, and a moan was mixed in this time. Both of his hands darted to the mattress on either side of him, bracing himself on the bed. He peered up at you with a sort of anxious look in his eyes, but more than that he looked desperate all over again.
“That eager again already?” You teased, moving your fingers further up the belt and lifting a knee to set on the mattress between his legs. You pressed it against the crotch of his pants, feeling how firm he was; he whimpered at the touch. You giggled a seductive sound, “You sound very pretty too.”
He tried to narrow his eyes, but all he managed was to look shy as he turned his head away, “Stop that…”
You hummed with mirth, leaning in to kiss him on the temple before you released your hold on his belt and took a step back, “Undress yourself.”
He flinched at the command, turning his gaze back to you with a red face. He dug his fingers into the blankets on the bed, awkwardly asking, “W-What? And you’re just going to watch?”
You almost laughed. He put on such a tough act for other people. He never let anyone think anything bothered him. He could be mean and threatening and people were often scared of him and tried to stay on his good side… And here he was, embarrassed to strip for his own girlfriend. You figured some of this was from the poison, he was definitely more submissive than usual. You were getting used to it.
“Well, I wouldn’t want to miss out on such a nice view,” The compliments weren’t helping his case any.
He was impatient though. The problem in his pants wasn’t going to take care of itself. So, he grabbed his tie and pulled it the rest of the way off, tossing it onto the floor between the both of you. He worked the rest of the buttons of his shirt undone next and slipped both it and his jacket off at the same time, letting them join the tie. You admired the view, taking in his toned body and the tattoos that covered it. He really was breathtaking.
He slipped his belt out from the loops and tossed it aside as well, kicking off his shoes and socks, and then he slowed when he got to his pants. His fingers fumbled awkwardly at the buttons, but then they stopped there. He raised his eyes to look at you, and he huffed with irritation, “It’s not very fair that you’re still mostly clothed… Where is your shirt, by the way?”
You shrugged, “I spilled something on it. Don’t stop what you’re doing, I want to see you.”
He stared at you for a moment longer, embarrassed and annoyed, but then he sighed when he realized you weren’t going to help him out at all. Might as well get it over with. He stood on wobbly legs, nearly falling back onto the bed the moment he was up, but he kept his balance for once tonight. He was determined to get this moving along, so it seemed. He sunk his fingers beneath the waistband of both his pants and underwear, and with a burning face and one swift motion, both garments pooled on the floor around his feet.
He stepped out of them and collapsed back onto the bed, avoiding your eyes. You scanned his body up and down, and despite knowing full well that the poison was affecting his body in this way, you were still a bit surprised to see how hard he was. He’d cum twice and he was fully erect and leaking again already. He usually was too sensitive to go more than twice, so this was new territory for the both of you.
“Are you just gonna stand there or are you going to touch me at some point?” He snapped, his voice cracking a bit and trembling from his heightened emotions.
You blinked and looked at his face, but didn’t meet his eyes as he was expertly avoiding looking at you. You smiled and decided to end his torture, reaching around to undo the clasp on your bra and pulling it off to join his clothes on the floor. It only took you a moment to rid yourself of the rest of your clothes, and he watched you with awe as you became completely bare before him.
“Like what you see?” You teased as you approached him again, setting your hands on top of his shoulders.
His eyes lingered on your breasts for a moment before he swallowed and looked up at you, “I need you.”
“Oh?” You tilted your head and twirled a piece of his hair around your finger, “How bad?”
His hands found your hips, gripping tight and pulling you towards him. You squeaked with surprise, both hands finding his shoulders again to brace yourself so you didn’t topple forward. Catching his eyes, you saw a fire within them, “Very bad.”
His tone was low and sultry, and the sound of it shot straight through your core. You were soaking wet, and you wanted him so bad. You liked being in control, and figured you could get what you wanted either way. You grabbed his fingers and peeled them away from you, taking his hands away from your hips. You shook your head, “Then do as I say. Lay back for me.”
He broke from his commanding attitude in a second. He was quick to follow your order, releasing you and scooting back onto the bed, laying down as you had asked of him. He was on his back and peering up at you with desperate, waiting eyes. You crawled onto the bed with him, grabbing his legs and pulling them open. He was being shy, but he managed not to look away from you as you moved forward to sit between his legs.
You rubbed a hand up and down his thigh, too slow, too softly. His hips twitched forward and he bit down on his lip to mask a whimper poorly. You never thought you’d see the day he was this submissive for you, so you’d take in as much of it as you could.
You glanced down between his legs at his leaking cock, and you hummed in contemplation, “You look like you won’t last. The moment I touch you you’re going to cum, aren’t you?”
He swallowed again and shook his head, “N-No, I’ll last.”
“Really?” You tilted your head and examined him a moment longer, “Let’s see.”
You wrapped your fingers around him with little to no warning, stroking him once, and the moment your hand came into contact with his cock he threw his head back and whined. You kept your strokes slow for now, not wanting him to release too soon. You watched his chest rise and fall at a quickening rate as his fingers gripped the blanket underneath him, twisting the fabric and yanking on it to calm himself down.
“Looks like you were telling the truth,” You teased, quickening your pace, but just a little, “You’re doing such a good job for me.”
He lifted his head to look at you, whimpering at the praise. He was leaned back in what looked to be an uncomfortable way against the headboard. His gaze shifted down to watch your hand stroke his cock, his face burning so hot that the heat was making his glasses fog up. Cute.
“A-ah!” He moaned as he thrust against your hand, trying to get you to move faster, “More, please! I-I can’t take it!”
You kept your pace as it was, holding onto his thigh with your other hand, stroking it gently, too gently. It was all driving him crazy, “I think you can.”
He winced and thrust forward again, whining in an almost annoyed way when it didn’t get him what he wanted, “N-No, please, please!”
You leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to his knee, and then you moved your hand to grab the back of his thigh and push his leg up, leaning closer to him, leaning over him. You were nearly nose to nose, and your hand was still making those painstakingly slow strokes, “C’mon, Corbeau… You can do this for me.”
He winced and shook his head, “N-No…!”
You kissed his forehead, and his hands came up to grab at you, landing on your shoulders and pulling and pushing. He was overwhelmed, overstimulated. He whimpered as you continued on, and when a tear fell down his cheek you knew it was time to check in, “Are you okay, baby? Do you want me to stop?”
He shook his head again, more frantic this time, and his fingers curled tighter around your shoulders, “Nn…! N-No! Just… go faster!”
You kept your eyes on him, concerned but you listened to him for now. You tested the waters by increasing your pace just a bit, seeing how he would react to the change, and he was quick to throw his head back again and cry out, “Ah! F-ffuck!”
He knocked his head on the headboard, and he arched his back and tried to push against your hand. You squeezed him in your fingers, listening to him whimper, “Does this feel good?”
Now he was nodding, tears in his eyes from overwhelm, “Yes… Mph! Don’t stop…!”
He gasped and whined, watching your hand work between you. He was red in the face and ears, his forehead was coated in sweat and dampening his hair, and his eyes were hardly focused behind his glasses that had slid halfway down his nose and rested there crooked. You kissed him on the forehead again and heard him make a quiet sound of pleasure.
“Do you want me to keep going like this?” You asked him, leaning forward afterwards to whisper the next part into his ear, “Or do you want to be inside of me?”
You felt him tighten his grip on you, and at the question he bucked his hips forward roughly. He was leaking over your fingers, his cock twitching in your hand. He was about to cum, but you didn’t want him to quite yet. You stopped moving for the time being, but kept your fingers wrapped around him. The sudden halt made him sob with desperation.
“No, no, please…! I-I can’t do it…!” He sobbed your name, and he tried pulling you closer, hoping to get you moving again.
You released his leg, letting him settle it beside you, lifting your now free hand to brush his hair back from his face and fix his glasses for him, “Breathe, Corbeau. I’m going to take care of you, it’s okay.”
“D-Don’t make me wait,” It sounded like he wanted to be commanding, but with the tears staining his face and the desperate and longing look in his eyes, he didn’t quite manage it, “I need you so bad…! Fuck me, please, fuck me…!”
You leaned all the way forward then and kissed him, releasing his cock and moving up to straddle him. He whimpered at the loss of your touch, but moaned with satisfaction at your mouth on his. Your kiss was hungry and eager, and your hands found either side of his face and pulled him as close as you could get him. How was he expecting you to keep calm and collected when he begged you like that?
His hands found your hips now that you were on top of him, and you grunted against his lips when he pulled you against him. The head of his firm cock was poking you in the stomach, wet with arousal and from already cumming twice. You were ready to make him cum for a third time. You kept one hand on his face as you kissed him, but the other moved down again, lower and lower until you found his erection. You wrapped your fingers around him again, stroking him a few times for good measure and delighted by the soft whines and moans of pleasure he pushed into your mouth.
You shifted your hips up and lined him up with your soaking wet entrance, more than ready for him. You kept your mouth on his as you sunk down onto him, but he quickly broke the kiss to make the most sensual sound you had heard from him all night. You’d never seen him this shade of red, with eyes watering and fingers twitching, spasming against your hips. As you sunk down on him and took all of him deep inside of you, he whimpered the most beautiful sounds. Once he was completely inside of you, you grinned as a moan tumbled past your own lips. He felt amazing.
He was looking between the both of you, transfixed on the sight of his cock buried within you. You reached out and took his chin in your hand, tilting his head back so he would look at you. He was trying to catch his breath, and his eyes were still wet as pleasure coursed through him.
“You’re so gorgeous like this,” He winced at the compliment, like it overwhelmed him, and maybe it did. You experimentally moved your hips, grinding against him, and just the tiniest bit of friction had him gripping onto you harder and whining such a pretty sound, “You’re not going to cum too quickly now are you? Are you going to be a good boy for me?”
His eyes flicked back to look between your bodies briefly, then he looked back to your face and nodded his head; he was having a hard time making eye contact, “Y-Yes, I will.”
You leaned back in until you were nearly nose to nose with him, practically forcing him to look you in the eyes, “I want to hear you say it.”
He whined with embarrassment, clearly wanting to glare but giving up on the attitude quickly. He wanted this too badly to be stubborn right now. He swallowed thickly and nodded again, “I-I’ll be a good boy.”
A shiver ran up your spine at his words; you weren’t expecting him to give in and actually say it. He held down a groan of pleasure that his words sent coursing through you, instead focusing on your next move. You held onto his shoulders again to support yourself, but also to pull him up and towards you, “C’mere, you don’t look comfortable like that.”
You held him up with an arm wrapped around his shoulders and reached behind him to grab a pillow, propping it up against the headboard before you let him lean back again. He looked more comfortable this way, which in turn eased your own mind. You kissed him again, soft and sweet, the change of tone surprising him but clearly it wasn’t unwelcome. He kissed you back, his hands still holding you tight but loosening a little as your kiss calmed him slightly. You knew in just a moment he’d be back to clinging to you, begging and crying.
You pulled back to look at him, stroking his cheek with a thumb, “Are you okay? Is this better?”
He nodded, taking a deep breath as he relaxed more beneath you, “Yes… Are you sure you’re comfortable with this? I didn’t mean to pressure you, I—”
“I don’t feel pressured. I want to do this,” You told him with a soft smile, “Let me take care of you, okay?”
He just looked at you for a long moment, arguing with himself in his own head, but he relaxed with a sigh when he realized you were telling him the truth; he nodded, “Okay.”
With both of you content, it gave you even more motivation to move this along. You dropped both hands to his shoulders, squeezing them once to soothe him, and then you moved your hips again. You were slow for now, wanting him to get used to the probably overwhelming feeling, especially so in his current state, but also you needed to adjust as well. He tried to keep still, keeping his movements slight as his hips twitched unwillingly. Even the little movements had you gripping his shoulders tight. He was so deep, and you felt so full. His cock twitched inside of you. You couldn’t give him too much too soon; he wouldn’t last with the way he was right now.
You took a deep breath and rolled your hips again, keeping your movements slow and steady for now. He was already looking at you with such a desperate look in his golden eyes, and it took everything in your power not to fuck his brains out right then and there. Xerneas, he looks so pretty.
“A–ah…” You moaned quietly, closing your eyes briefly and focusing on the feeling of him buried to the hilt inside of you, “You feel so good, baby.”
His breath was shaky, and opening your eyes to peer past your eyelashes at him you saw he was back to staring between you, watching you pull halfway off of his cock and sinking back down over and over again. He bit his lip to suppress a moan, but you still heard it, muffled. You pushed down a little harder, grinding against him and forcing a whimper out of him.
You took his chin in your hand again and pulled his head back to look at you again, “Ah-ah, don’t hide from me. I want to hear you.”
He winced and shook his head, nervous about something, “B-But your neighbors…”
So shy, there’s something that never changed. You rubbed your thumb against his jaw, “What, you don’t want people to hear your gorgeous voice?”
He whined your name in protest as you continued to grind your hips against him, still so slow. He wasn’t necessarily being stubborn, he just didn’t want to be humiliated. You did have neighbors on the other side of your bedroom wall, but they were out of town this week. He didn’t know that though.
“C’mon, Corbeau,” You ran a hand down along his side, curling your fingers to drag your nails across his skin, “Don’t be shy now.”
He pushed his body towards you, arching into your touch and biting back a groan. You couldn’t have this, you wouldn’t. You moved your thumb to his lip, wiping away the wetness despite the fact that your next move would make it futile. You pressed your fingernails a little harsher into his skin, a move that made him gasp, and with his mouth now open you pushed your thumb inside. You felt his teeth graze against your skin, but you knew he wouldn’t bite down and hurt you. You pressed your thumb against his tongue and kept his mouth open, and now that that was done, you rolled your hips down harder against him which got exactly what you wanted from him.
“Ahh!” His face burned with shame as you started to move at a steady pace, very pleased with yourself.
“That’s what I like to hear,” You praised him, “Keep it coming for me.”
He held onto you tight, thrusting into you with every move you made, unable to help himself. He kept moaning for you just as you had asked, though he was clearly embarrassed by the sounds, of being heard by anyone else but you. Your hand on his side slipped down to his waist, pulling and aiding his thrusts into you. You couldn’t keep quiet either. He felt so good filling you up, you couldn’t get enough.
“Corbeau, fuck…” You whined his name, starting to move a little faster, craving further stimulation. He cried out and moaned at the increase in pace, a broken sob breaking from his throat and his grip on your hips so tight you think he might leave bruises behind, “So noisy, all because of me… A-ahh… Keep singing for me.”
He was so embarrassed by how loud he was being, but you wanted to hear every last pretty little sound he made. He choked on another cry, his hips stuttering against you, overwhelmed just as he had been most of the evening. His hands were trembling despite how tightly they held onto you, and now drool trickled down his chin as you kept your thumb pressed against his tongue.
“You’re so loud, I’m sure the whole building has heard you by now,” You teased him, watching him wince with humiliation at the thought. You bit down on your lip to stifle a whine, and finally you freed his tongue, but just for a moment. You listened to him pant and showed your hand off to him, wet with his saliva, “You’ve made quite a mess though. You need to clean it up.”
You shoved two of your fingers into his mouth, continuing to roll your hips. He moaned around your fingers as you ordered him to, “Suck.”
He did as you told him, albeit begrudgingly, and you watched him, completely in awe. He was going to give you an earful for all of this later, and he’d probably have some sort of payback for it all, but you didn’t mind that. Not one bit. That payback might take a while to find you though, because by the time you were done with him he was going to be absolutely exhausted. He was well on his way there now.
You felt his split tongue swirl around your fingers. He sucked on the digits with practiced ease, like he had done this before. Just the thought of him gagging on something big made you dizzy. You put the idea of investing in a strap-on in the back of your head. How big could he handle? Would he even want to? The way he sucked on your fingers made you believe he’d be good at it. He certainly looked like he was enjoying himself.
He pulled his head back and released your fingers, and you had a scolding on your tongue for him, but you never got to reprimand him. He grabbed your wrist and kept your hand close, poking out his tongue and licking from your wrist and up to your fingers again, taking them back into his mouth.
“Fuck,” It was a spoken word, but it came out more as a moan. How did this keep getting hotter? You were starting to wonder just how long you would last.
He released your fingers again but kept your wrist in his hand. He was panting, trying to catch his breath as you continued to grind your hips against him. He was looking at you with half-lidded hazy eyes again, and then he was asking, “Am I doing good?”
“Mph!” You tried to hold back the sound, but you couldn’t help but to moan. You moved your free hand to his face, stroking his cheek and praising him, “Fuck, baby, you’re doing so good.”
He whimpered again with your words, and he lowered your hand in his grasp down to his shoulder, setting it down gently and keeping it there. You watched him curiously as he leaned into your palm against his face, whimpering again but it wasn’t completely from arousal, it was mixed with a sound of content.
“Corbeau?” He closed his eyes, and you noticed how firm his hold on your hand was, “Talk to me, honey.”
He sighed through his nose, another aroused sound leaving him as you continued to move, and he looked at you with such pleading eyes, “Just… touch me, please.”
You smiled so softly at him. You could do that. You could definitely do that. You pressed your lips to his again, moving your hand from his shoulder and down his arm until he finally released your wrist. You moved your hands to his sides and hips, keeping your touch gentle, but you still pushed down hard with your hips, taking every inch of him.
“Please… faster…” He urged you, his hands on your sides, tugging you back and forth, pushing himself into you in an attempt to get you moving quicker.
“You’re so eager,” You got out before a moan left you at a particularly hard thrust from him, “Ah! F-fuck, Corbeau!”
He repeated the motion, pleased by the reaction it got out of you, “Please… Move before I show you how it’s done.”
Oh, so he’s getting brave again? You pulled up off of him almost completely, then pushed back down, taking every bit of him and bouncing down hard. He threw his head back again, choking on a groan. You grinned, taking pride in your success, “And let you have all the fun? I think you’re too pretty underneath me for me to give it up now.”
Your hand found the back of his head, your fingers twisting in his air and keeping his head yanked back so you could peer down into his eyes, “I thought you were going to be a good boy for me, Corbeau. You’re not going back on your word, are you?”
He shook his head as best as he could with your grip in his hair, “N-No.”
“Good,” You smiled, lessening your hold, “Now, let me hear you. Don’t hold back.”
He was hardly any good at holding back after a certain point anyway, no matter how hard he tried. If push came to shove, you could always shove your fingers into his mouth again. For now, you kept your pace quick and pushed down hard with every thrust, and he sang for you. Moans and whines and whimpers pushed past his lips, the volume of them rising the longer this went on. You couldn’t get enough, but with this new pace and intensity, you could tell you wouldn’t last much longer. You knew he wouldn’t either.
He was back to trembling underneath you, anything that could have been coherent leaving him and instead jumbled words of nonsense came out of his mouth in a series of sensual sounds. You returned some of those sounds to him, becoming overwhelmed with the building pleasure in your core. His fingers curled around your hips and he thrust hard into you, pushing so deep it made tears blur your vision.
“Fuck, Corbeau! Do that again…!” You begged, tried to recreate the feeling yourself but you were unable to do so.
He watched you with blurry vision, but repeated the motion, thrusting harshly up into your cunt. You yelped with pure bliss, urging him to do it again, “D-Don’t stop! Ah! Please, keep going!”
He continued as you asked, repeatedly thrusting into you hard and deep, keeping up with your pace. Your fingernails were scratching up his sides, and the feeling of that paired with his cock being enveloped by your wet heat was making every sound leaving him nearly incomprehensible.
“Hah! A-Ah! P-Ple— Mph!” He babbled on, his grip on you bruising once again, not that you minded, “I-I— I’m not— Please, ah!”
You peered down at him past your damp eyelashes, “Hmm… Are you— Ah… Are you okay, baby?”
He nodded frantically, gasping and panting, “I-I’m close…!”
That didn’t surprise you. If you were being honest, you were surprised he lasted this long, “You think you can go a little bit longer?”
You were close too, but probably not as close as he was. You watched a tear slip down his cheek and he shook his head, “I-I can’t…!”
You grabbed his chin once again to make him focus on you, “You can do it, Corbeau.”
He tried to shake his head again, wincing and arching his back, “No, no…! P-Please, let me— Mph! A-ah!”
He sobbed as he started to get overstimulated again, and you felt his hands push past your hips and his fingers pull at your lower back. He wasn’t going to last, not in this state. That was okay, you’d probably follow soon after. He wanted you closer, so you let him have you. You took his shoulders and pulled him flush to you, wrapping an arm around his back. He was quick to wrap his arms around you too, one of them around your middle and the other around your shoulders. His head hit your shoulder and his breath was hot against your chest and collar.
He continued his hard thrusts up into you, and you moaned directly into his ear at the intense feeling building within you, “Hah-ah! C-Corbeau, oh fuck…!”
He gasped and his hips stuttered; he was right on the edge. You felt dampness on your shoulder, but whether it was saliva or tears you couldn’t tell. He gripped onto you tight, leaving indents in your skin from his fingernails. You knew you’d have bruises by the morning, but you’d wear them with pride.
Your name left him in a yelp, and he was able to push his face closer to you. His glasses knocked awkwardly against your neck, but you couldn’t focus on that, not when he was suddenly biting down against your shoulder. You gasped and cried out at the pain of it, but ecstasy is the feeling that took over soon after. And here you thought he would cum first.
Your orgasm washed over you so suddenly, you hadn’t been expecting it to come so soon. You knew you were close, but the moment his teeth were embedded in your skin you couldn’t hold it back anymore. Your arms around him held him tight, keeping him close to you as the tears that had been burning your eyes pushed past your eyelashes and streamed down your cheeks. You can’t remember the last time you’d had an orgasm this intense.
He released your shoulder and gasped, ramming deep into you two or three more times before finally cumming inside of you. The sounds he made in your ear were so gorgeous and so mesmerizing you thought you’d cum for a second time within a minute. You felt his release leaking out of you, hot and sticky and coating your inner thighs. Is there usually this much? Or is this also a product of the poison?
He jerked his hips up into you a few more times before finally he was too exhausted to go on and practically fell completely against you. He was so heavy in your arms for a moment, that you thought he might’ve passed out. You kept your arm around his back, lifting the other to brush through his hair as you tried to catch your breath, “Corbeau? Are you okay?”
He was panting against your shoulder still, you could feel the heat from his breath. You thought you’d have to ask the question again, but he whined tiredly and finally shifted in your arms, mumbling, “‘M okay…”
The tension in your shoulders eased up when he answered you, and you exhaled deeply and smoothed his messy hair down. You closed your eyes and leaned your head against his, “Fuck, I can’t see straight.”
He shifted under your arms again, wiggling a bit to try and get free, so you released him but kept him close. He looked at you with tired eyes, his face still red and wet from tears of overstimulation. His eyes focused on your shoulder, and he grimaced at the sight before him, “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to— I was just overwhelmed and I—”
You glanced down at your shoulder, seeing some blood, but not a lot; it was mostly just a bruise. You smiled sweetly at him and placed your hand against the side of his face, your thumb brushing away his tears and calming him, “Don’t be sorry for that. I’ve never cum that hard in my life.”
He studied you for a second to make sure you were telling the truth, and when he felt comforted by your words, he nodded slightly to agree, “Me neither… Maybe the poison affected that too.”
“Don’t sell me short here!” You scolded him, but it was teasing and you smiled to show him that, “Speaking of which: feeling any better?”
He didn’t answer you right away, thinking about it. He grimaced again and shook his head, “I think it wants me to go again, but I don’t think I can…”
He looked a bit upset about it, but you imagined after three rounds he was beginning to get overstimulated to the point of this being no fun anymore. You fixed his glasses for him and brushed his damp hair back from his eyes, “Why don’t we get cleaned up and lay down for a while? All you can do now is wait it out.”
He nodded in agreement, but grimaced again to show his discomfort. You kissed him on the cheek and then sat back, preparing to get off of him, “C’mon, I’ll help you.”
You pulled off of him, muffling a groan at the feeling. Corbeau whined, the sound a bit painful. You frowned once you were on your feet, reaching out your hands and wiggling your fingers to assist him in standing.
“Does it hurt?”
His face was burning red all over again, and he shrugged as he took your hands, “Nothing I can’t handle.”
He was back to deflecting already. You wouldn’t argue with him, just accepting his words as a ‘yes, it does hurt’ and going with it. You cleaned up fairly quickly, but Corbeau took a bit more time. It seemed he wasn’t just sensitive sexually, but every inch of his body was reacting to the simplest of touches. You let him take his time, offering your help but he denied it, saying he could do it himself. So, you retrieved him some of the sleep clothes he keeps here at your place, and by the time you returned he was finished.
You handed him his clothes, but his legs were wobbly, and he could hardly stand as it was, so when it came to getting dressed, he did need your help. He held onto your shoulders as you helped him into his boxers and pants, and his face was red the entire time with humiliation. You really didn’t mind helping him, but he wasn’t too fond of being unable to do such simple tasks on his own.
When he was fully dressed again you pulled him back into the bedroom, leading him to the bed where you had already cleaned up the sheets while he was cleaning himself up. You crawled into bed together, and you leaned back against the pillows. He laid between your legs, on his back, and with his head using your stomach as a pillow. It was his idea to lay like this, figuring it was the most comfortable in his current predicament.
You left the blanket off of him; he was still running hot. Instead, you removed his glasses and folded them to set them aside for the night, and then you moved your hands to his hair and sunk your fingers into it. He made a sound at the move, but you couldn’t tell what emotion it conveyed exactly.
“Is this okay?”
He closed his eyes as exhaustion settled over him, “Yes… this is fine…”
“Fine? Or good? Do you want me to stop?”
He shook his head, “No, no… I like it. Don’t stop.”
His voice sounded so soft. It made you smile. You went ahead with massaging his scalp, keeping your fingers slow and gentle; it appeared to be soothing to him, “Tired?”
He cracked open an eye to peer up at you, “What do you think?”
Brat. You rolled your eyes, “I guess the sex helped a little. Your attitude has made its return, at least.”
He smirked at the teasing, his hands resting tensely across his stomach but you could see him slowly relaxing, “Things aren’t as hazy as they were before. I won’t be taking that poison again, that’s for certain.”
“I really wish you wouldn’t take any poison at all,” You held his face between your hands and leaned over to be closer to his face, “You worry me, you know?”
He opened his mouth to defend himself, but realized after tonight you had a pretty valid reason to worry. This poison was one he had never tried before, and he took too high of a dose and it did all of this to him. Sure, it was wearing off, but what if he took a poison in the future that had different consequences, worse ones? Your worry was warranted.
He tilted his head down to avoid your eyes, picking at a loose through on his shirt, “I know… I'm sorry…”
You watched him sheepishly glance at you and then back away again. This idiot… You sighed and shook your head, leaning down and kissing his forehead, “Just be more careful in the future, okay? I love you too much to lose you.”
Just when his face had started cooling down… He looked back to your eyes at your confession, and his voice was once again soft when he returned the sentiment, “I love you too. I'll be more careful, I promise.”
You brushed your thumb against his cheek and smiled softly, “Good. Now close your eyes and get some rest. You'll feel better in the morning.”
He closed his eyes as you asked, getting comfortable against you again, “I hope so.”
You kissed his forehead again and then resumed stroking his hair and massaging his scalp. He sighed with content under your hands and before long he had drifted off to sleep. You leaned back against the pillows and closed your eyes too, and it wasn't long before you followed his lead.