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You heard the door slam and a loud, dramatic sigh. Your boyfriend was home.
“Kitchen!” You yell to let him know where to find you, knowing that the first thing on his list after coming home, before even putting his stuff down or taking his coat off, was to collapse into a greeting hug in your arms.
“Hiii….” He elongated the word sweetly, and you turned around as he entered the room, arms spread anticipating his body crashing into yours.
You were right of course, almost as soon as he came into view you were engulfed, the scent of rain heavy on his clothes, wetting you a little, but you didn’t mind.
“I missed you. We had to do so many retakes today, I’m so tired,” he mumbled into your hair, inhaling after he finished his sentence. Gross. But sweet.
“Missed you too. I’m making noodles, your favourite flavour,” you gestured over to the pot on the stove, implication clear, but Luka didn’t let go of his vice grip on your body.
“Make noodles later, I haven’t seen you all day, and I went through hoops to avoid having drinks with everyone so I could come home faster… Don’t neglect me.”
“I am not neglecting you, I’m making you food. That’s like, the opposite of neglecting you,” Luka shook his head.
“Nope. Emotional neglect. You can feed me all you want, but it won’t fill the hungry cavern in my heart,” as if to prove his point, he pulled you impossibly closer to his chest, as if trying to fuse the two of you together.
“Okay, fine, whatever. We can sit down for a minute, at least let me turn off the cooker.,” you did so with him clinging to you like a koala, and made your way into your shared living room.
Luka stripped himself of his coat and bag, lazing down onto the sofa in his casual work outfit. He was cute as always, but your mind couldn’t help but wander to how he looked in his work costume. You absentmindedly wondered if he’d be allowed to wear it home at some point.
You attempted to sit next to him, but Luka wasn’t having it, as before you even hit the sofa, he was dragging you onto his lap, positioning you so that you were facing him with a leg on either side of his lap.
He smiled at you and you averted your eyes, looking down at him wasn’t something you were used to quite yet, so it flustered you a little.
You saw him smile in your peripheral vision, and he took your face in his hands, fingers splayed out on both of your cheeks, drowning you in his embrace. He carefully moved your face to look at his, and you met his eyes. Your breath stuttered a bit, taken aback by the unfiltered love in his gaze.
Using the hands still caging your face, he brought you closer and kissed you, slow and passionate, pouring the hours of you-deprivation into each little movement. His thumb caressed your cheek as you let your tongues meet each other, deepening the kiss, only separating for momentary gasps of air between you.
You wrapped your arms around his neck to settle into the position better, but as you did so, your lower half brushed against something stiff.
Luka shuddered a little and finally released your face from his hands.
“I told you I missed you.”
You smiled at his words, and closed the distance he had made between you, gently leaning your forehead onto his, you then grinded down, once.
The reaction was immediate. Luka whimpered at the sensation, his breathing was getting heavier against your face, and his eyes shuttered close. Cute.
You repeated your movement, groaning a little yourself, the friction against your core igniting your own arousal. You kept up a steady, slow pace, revelling in the sounds of your boyfriend’s whines, and the warm pleasure shooting up your spine.
His hands came to lightly rest against your waist, not daring to grab or alter your movements in any way - he wanted to enjoy exactly how much you were willing to give him. The feather-like touch only spurred you on, making your movements more intense, but not speeding up.
“Hmm…” It was the first thing resembling a word Luka had said in a while, so you prompted him to continue.
“Hmm?”
“I…” The intensity of his breathing wasn’t slowing down, so getting the words out was proving difficult. So cute. You decided to share your thoughts.
“You’re… So cute, Luka,” you whispered to him. You smiled as he shuddered at your words, he really was easy.
“I… really like you…” Luka mumbled disjointedly between you.
“Yes… mm… I can feel that. I really… like you too,” you replied, making sure not to switch the pace of your grinding, you didn’t want it to be over too quickly, and the sharp bursts of pleasure you were giving yourself with every movement against Luka’s clothed cock was worth it.
“I… really love you… sweethea…” He trailed off a bit, mind floating away with his pleasure, you could only picture how hot and heavy he must look under his clothes.
“I love you, too,” you’d said it to each other a million times already, Luka was not one to skimp on words of affirmation, but the meaning never lost its weight, it felt powerful every time he said it.
His hips jerked a bit, the sudden movement causing you to let out an undignified yelp, “Please…”
You kept your pace steady.
“Please what?” You asked, pretending not to know exactly what it was he needed.
“A… little faster… please I’m so… fuck, I’m so close,” your faces hadn’t parted from their close proximity, so each syllable of his sentence was punctuated with harsh breath, and the way he was losing his composure was making your insides bubble with excitement.
“But don’t you wanna finish together? I… need a little more time…” It was a lie of course, you felt your peak approaching as much as he did, but teasing never hurt anyone.
“Mmmhmm okay… I’ll wait…” You almost giggled at Luka’s poorly disguised disappointment.
“Luka…”
“Yes… yes, my love?”
“Kiss me,” he didn’t waste any time before joining your lips together, crashing into you with the sort of carnal desperation he only exhibited just before he came.
The urgency of your movement reached an all time high as you both reached climax together, moaning into each other’s mouths, pathetically ruining your underwear.
You stayed close to him as you both came down from your high, breathing heavily as you took in each other’s warmth.
After a while, you peeled yourself off Luka, much to his audible dismay, and headed into the bathroom to wash off and change your underwear - you’d have a shower later, something told you it would be pointless to do it now.
After both you and Luka collected yourselves a little, you got back to noodle making, your boyfriend lovingly wrapped around your torso, your back to his stomach, and his head leaning softly against you, to watch you as you made your dinner.
As the noodles boiled and Luka whispered sweet nothings into the back of your neck, you felt an inexplicable bliss wash over you.
It felt like home.