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“Rafayel?”
You carefully open the door to his studio/home. This isn't the first time you've let yourself into his living space without explicit permission because he would not answer the doorbell like a normal person, or his door was wide open like an invitation for anyone to enter. It's like locks mean nothing to this man.
Not to mention he's the one who texted you and claimed it was an “emergency” and yet he wasn't even there to open the door for you.
Deep down, there's a part of you that doubts this couldn't wait till tomorrow. It's a little before midnight, and you do have work in the morning, yet you were worried that Rafayel’s words and pleas for your assistance could possibly hold some truth to them.
Like that time where he didn't sleep or eat for four days and temporarily he lost his vision– all for a painting. He called you to pick him up from the hospital and you nagged him to your heart's content. In your ramblings as you scolded him, you may have accidentally slipped an annoyed next time you're in trouble call me right away! and that's most likely why you're losing precious sleep right now.
You were certain your primary doctor wouldn't be too pleased if he learned of this. But you could just forget to mention it.
You nibbled on your bottom lip.
Your bare feet creaking under the wood floors of the studio. After a certain incident that left the soles of your boots colored a bright aquamarine, which then resulted in your print staining the beautiful wood, you've learned your lesson. No shoes in the studio.
The scent of wet paint, along with chemicals you can't name and, as always, the faintest hint of a fresh sea breeze, carrying the saltiness of the ocean, all invade your senses. It feels familiar now. Like you're coming back to another home far from your own.
There's not a sound echoing through the halls or rooms. You push the door to the main drawing room open, finding paintings, brushes, colors– overall a mess as it always is, and yet organized in a sense you can't ever make out.
Still, there's no sign of the purple haired artist. The tall sliding door is open, and you know it leads straight to the private beach. Your eyes squint in the darkness, the room only illuminated by the full moon, its pale rays intruding through the thin curtains. You see no one standing at the patio, or the beach.
“...Rafayel?” You try again.
With a sigh, you close the door and pull out your phone, ready to dial his number. Your anxiety is rising, and even though your watch is not picking up any strange fluctuations, neither is your EVOL, it is very unlike him to not already be by your side, pestering you about taking your sweet time coming to him.
Just when you're about to press the green call button, the sound of trickling water is picked up by your ears. As you look up, you realize the doors in the hallway have way too much space between them, empathizing just how spacious each room is. You'd imagine an artist like Rafayel would definitely need his space to accommodate every piece, and every size of canvas.
…Moreover, the big spaces mean that sound waves travel with difficulty throughout the building unless a door is open.
There's no light coming under any of the doors. Yet the one at the end is slightly left ajar. You leave your phone at a table with an assortment of paint brushes and make your way over, still on high alert, holding your breath.
Your hand touches the cold, smooth handle and you push entering the room without announcing yourself.
It's not an empty room but a library. You definitely didn't expect to find a library of all things in this house. Maybe Rafayel likes to read in his free time? Or maybe they're all books on paintings? Maybe art history or those myths from Lemuria he keeps talking about?
Your shoulders slump in disappointment at not finding the spirited painter, but just as you're about to close the door, intending to look on the upper floor, movement catches your eye. A curtain blows with the breeze revealing a vast pool of blue. You've never been on this part of the building before.
Your brows furrow. You recall the sound of water drawing your attention here. You enter the room with no hesitation, holding the curtain aside and stepping outside.
There, under the shining moon stands a fully dressed, half submerged in water, Rafayel.
You almost collapse with relief at the sight of him but that's quickly replaced with irritation.
You grumble to yourself as you stomp towards him, voice raising in volume.
“Rafayel! What are you doing?!”
He turns to face you at the sound of his name and tilts his head to the side, a mischievous grin on his lips.
“Oh, it's just you.” He says so casually with a voice so gentle, the exact opposite of you.
You rub the bridge of your nose and breathe.
“Why did you call me? What's the emergency?” At the incredulous look he gives you, you almost want to weep.
“I called you? …Ah, yes, I did. Well, I had this issue earlier. But I don't have it anymore.” His smile was cheerful and innocent. You do not fall for it.
“Rafayel, I came all the way to the studio because I was worried about you!”
“Of course you were! Why wouldn't you be? I said it was urgent, didn't I?” He slowly moved to the edge of the pool, his movements making ripples form on the surface of the water. He wasn’t floating, more like treading through the water, feet firmly planted on the shallow floor of the pool. When he reaches the marbled edge, he props his arm on it, resting his cheek in his palm, gazing up at you.
With the way he's looking so nonchalant and carefree, you'd think you were having a normal conversation, on a normal day. Except you aren't and it's not even day time to begin with.
You cross your arms over your chest, clearly irked. “What can you not understand? I have a job outside of being your bodyguard. I can't miss a day, and I need plenty of rest to perform at my best!”
You huff, glaring at him down your nose. “And I can't do that if you're wasting my time with nonsense. Do you want me to get sleepy while fighting a Wanderer and get injured?”
The smile falls, and his double colored orbs narrow at you.
“Don't even dare joke about that.”
His voice is sharp, almost as harsh as your own when you're scolding him. His huffs, averting his eyes and crossing his arms. His lips pucker into a pout, head turned away from. His reaction wasn't what you expected, and seeing Rafayel so upset at the mere mention of you getting hurt… You feel your heartstrings being pulled.
Feeling the guilt as it creeps in, you rub the back of your neck and sigh. You lower yourself to your knees, sitting in front of the pouty fish in front of you. When he doesn't look at you, you reach with your hand and poke his exposed cheek, his skin feeling rather cool in comparison to your own.
“Glub glub glub…” You try and fail to imitate the sounds a fish makes underwater, trying to get a reaction out of him, preferably a smile. You see his brows pinch together further when you tap his forehead again.
“Come now, you know I didn't mean that.. I was just grumpy because I'm sleepy.”
His response is another heavy sigh and nothing more. He won't even spare you a glance. You hum to yourself, thinking.
You smirk, reaching to poke him again. “Oh little fishy~.”
Suddenly your hand is grabbed and held away from his face.
“I’m not a little fishy.”
His eyes seem brighter under the moon. The pale blue from the pool’s lights only emphasizing their natural beauty, the uneven and ever changing shapes of water reflecting on his far too perfect face.
At least he's looking at you now.
You smile. “You are a little fishy.” You reach with your other hand and pinch his cheek, giggling when he scoffs.
“Oh yeah? I'll show you little.” You feel your weight being tugged forward and gravity pulls you. Before you have time to even scream your body is already submerged in water from the waist down. Rafayel has successfully dunked you, fully clothed, into the pool, and for a moment you think you'll start shivering from the cold, but the water is surprisingly warm.
You protest, trying to pull yourself from his grasp but it only seems to tighten until you feel his palms on your bare thighs. You regret the decision to wear a skirt for a visit at Rafayel's house that very moment. The heat reaching your face is impossible to fight, not to mention the squeal when you're being lifted and placed on the cool marble edge, the grinning painter settling between your exposed legs.
Your hands had instinctively grabbed onto his shoulders when trying to escape. You quickly take them away, opting to fold them across your chest, now glaring at him with pursed lips.
You find it rather satisfying, being able to look him right in the eye. The current position, although unplanned and (unpleasant) sudden, is convenient for staring him down.
“Congratulations, now we're both wet.”
Something mischievous flashes in his eyes when you finish that sentence. His head tilts.
“Are we, now?”
He plants each hand on either side of your thighs, leaning closer to your personal space. You remain stone faced, only allowing a brow to raise higher on your forehead, questioning him silently.
Rafayel smiles, shaking his head.
“You really should be more careful, saying things like that. Someone could get the wrong idea.”
Still, you're utterly oblivious. “Well that someone should know better than to expect anything nice from the girl he dragged in the pool without permission.”
You turn your head away with a hmph of your own, copying the actions from the man in front of you. He only gazes at you with longing you don't see, you miss the depth of emotion in his eyes, only because you were sulking. But he doubts that you'd remember the meaning behind the look he's giving you anyway.
Eyes trailing your exposed neck, he leans in without thinking, his nose pressing on your pulse point. Your breath freezes, eyes wide, caught completely off guard. You hear the inhale and feel when the warm exhaling air hits your neck
A shiver runs down your back.
“...Rafayel?” You call his name but he doesn't answer. Instead, his arms wrap around your middle and pull you close, your chest brushing against his, his face pressed against the side of your head. Your own hands rest on his biceps, unsure where to place them and desperately trying to maintain some kind of distance, while his actions seem so certain and, oddly enough, familiar.
“Hey? Are you okay?” You ask again, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into the wet material of his shirt. You feel rather than hear his reply.
“Hmm…” He smiles, turning his head so his lips press into your cheek as he speaks. “You feel perfect. Just like I remember.”
Your brows furrow. Concerned, you pull back only for a second to look at him, but Rafayel grants you a full view of his face, his nose brushing yours. He wears an unreadable expression, one you've come to know well. You've caught it on him every so often, when it's just the two of you, in the privacy of his hole, or when you're at the shop where he gets his art supplies from, and insists you tug along.
You've always acted like you don't see it, but now, you can no longer pretend.
You dare touch his cheek, eyes shifting from one side of his face to the other.
“Rafayel..” Your voice comes out softer than you intended, his name almost a whisper on your lips, as if you're sharing a sacred secret.
You see his features melt into the most smitten look you've seen on his features. You did not think it possible to find this man more angelic than before, yet here he is, proving you wrong.
“... Princess.”
The gap dissipates.
His lips meet yours in a soft kiss, molding together so gracefully, as if they've done so for over a million lifetimes before this one. Your heart stops for a moment, eyes wide and the initial shock keeps you frozen for a second longer before Rafayel pulls back as fast as it takes to blink, before you can react further.
The water splashes and moves between you from his sudden retreat. Rafayel’s chest heaves up and down as if out of breath, as if all the oxygen his lungs could hold was left on your lips. He stares at you, eyes the size of saucers, resembling your own.
It's quiet. Silent. Every live thing seems to be holding its breath.
Then he clenches his jaw, turning his face away from you as if in shame. His mouth opens to say something but then he bites his lower lip to silence himself. He goes to leave, yet somehow you react faster, quicker than him. You grab his arm and pull him towards you at the last second. He stumbles, hitting his knee against the wall of the pool and winces.
You make an apologetic expression.
“Sorry…! I, I just…”
You notice his insistence on avoiding looking at you. As gently as you can, you lift your hand to his face, and turn it towards you. His brows are still furrowing over his nose, wrinkles deep. You almost think you see his ears turn red but don't dare to double check right now.
Your tongue runs over your lips.
His eyes find them instantly, and then your gazes link.
You hold your breath.
“You just…what?” He asks, picking up where you cut yourself off. You gulp.
“I just..thought you were going to leave without…” You trail off, glancing at his mouth, feeling the blood rushing to your own ears.
“...Without?” Rafayel urges you, his hands placing themselves on your waist, his hold firm.
You close your eyes, unable to look at him as the words fall out.
“...without kissing me properly.”
You feel him exhale sharply and just like that, his lips smash with yours clumsily. It's desperate and hungry, wet and overwhelming. Rafayel spares nothing as if set on bruising your lips with his. Your hands find themselves in his hair, nails scratching his head but he doesn't seem to mind. One hand holds the back of your head, fistful of hair and pulls– unexpectedly you moan, and his tongue rushes in.
Your cheeks are a blazing fire.
Your heart is beating out of your chest– you know he can hear it, maybe even feel it. Rafayel moans into your mouth and you lose all thoughts swimming in your mind. His voice sounds melodic, angelic, out of this world. You can't understand how you didn't notice before. How oblivious you were…
His tongue, lips, mouth– all taste of him, though you can also make out the faintest traces of chocolate. The same chocolate you get in the arcade you've invited him to so many times..
Your heart stutters when his teeth dig into your lower lip– a sharp wince later and he's drawn out blood.
He pauses at your sound of pain, looking at you, eyes glazed over, an obvious heavy blush on his face, breath cut short. His lips have a little of your blood smeared on them. Sensing your gaze, his tongue pokes at the corner of his mouth and licks it off. His hand lifts your head a little so you find him again.
He swallows.
You bite your lip.
Your thighs bump into his hips as they try to close.
He glances down, then chuckles softly.
You feel a throb. And it did not come from inside your chest.
Momentarily, you wonder if the racing of your heart it's ideal for your situation. But that thought perishes the moment you feel his lips on your neck…
Your knees are akin to a jellyfish, boneless, and you're glad you're sitting but you're very ready to melt under Rafayel's seemingly expert teasing. You whine, gripping his shirt tight, and he hums in response. Your nails dig–
He pulls back. You breathe, the cold air hitting you in the face now that he's given you space. Space you don't want or need right now.
“..Why did you stop?” You want to slap your mouth, your voice is so breathy and shaky, you sound nothing like yourself.
The man in front of you smiles. With one hand on the front of his shirt, one button after the other pops, exposing more and more of his chest.
By now, you're certain that you must look like the head of the wasabi octopus plushie he got for you…
Your hands cover your eyes just as he reaches his navel, a glimpse of his abs not lost to you. You hear him laugh, and it's like no other laugh you've heard before.
“Don't hide from me.” Your wrists are held gently by his slender hands, pulled even softer away from your hot face.
“Rafayel…” You pout, embarrassed and a little upset that he's doing this to you all while smiling and completely calm. How dare he?
“Help me take my shirt off?” There is a playful twinkle in his eye and you swear steam is coming out of your ears at this point.
Hesitant as you are, your head gives a nod. He places your hands on his stomach, fingers trembling as you undo the rest of the buttons, getting lower and lower until you have to pause and pull the shirt from where it's tucked in the waistband of his pants.
All the while, you try (and fail) to turn a blind eye from an ever growing tent very close to your hands. All it'll take is one clumsy slip of a finger and you'd be touching…
Rafayel takes your hands again once his shirt is wide open, and places them on his shoulders. You take the hint, avoiding looking at his face and taking hold of the collar of his shirt, slowly shrugging it off and pulling it down to his elbows. Rafayel doesn't wait, pulling on one sleeve and then the other behind his back, letting the shirt float in the water behind him without a care.
His finger finds your chin again, thumb running over your lip when you look up with doe eyes, teeth catching his lip, smirking. He makes a sound of satisfaction you think, stepping closer and your hands hold his shoulders, your mouth parting on instinct.
“...Now you can dig your nails in me as much as you like.”
You blink. “What?”
“If I'm not satisfied with your work in the end...” One arm wraps around your waist, bringing your bodies flush together. “Then I'll have to do everything I'm about to do to you from the beginning. Again.”
Your eyes widen when you feel a throb between your legs. It did not come from your body this time.
“Rafayel..”
“And again.” Your breath catches as he minimizes the distance further.
“And again… Until your mark is sure to stay on my body, imprinted on my skin until next time.”
Next time?
You feel dizzy from all the blood rushing to your face. Your stomach is filled with butterflies, your heart is soaring.
“R-Raf—”
“Shh...” A finger on your lips.
“Don't tell me to stop… Please.” His forehead finds yours, and his eyes close. “I can't stop, not now. No… We're too far gone now, can't you see?”
His hand creeps up your thigh and your shudder, easily allowing him to find the elastic of your panties.
“Ah..!”
“Yeah?” He's looking at you now.
“I waited too long, you can't stop now. Don't stop...” He says your name and your breath catches. His eyes are pleading you, but even if he wasn't the one begging, you'd do it in a heartbeat.
He shakes his head.
“Don't make me stop…”
You hold the back of his neck, lips grazing his.
You lick your lips. “Then…Don't stop...”
A relieved sigh, and his body relaxes.
“As it is your wish… My Princess.”
His mouth covered yours once more. You pushed your body into his, no longer caring or feeling embarrassed for what it is you need.
What your body is craving at this very moment.
You tell yourself it's just physical, just an itch you didn't know you had to scratch. And yet as Rafayel pulls your shirt over your head, throwing it in whichever direction– you don't bother looking, holding his face in your hands and kissing him with urgency, like you were starving, because it feels like exactly that...
You were famished.
His hands feel big on your back, you don't even take notice when he lifts you up just enough to lower your panties, until your rear comes into contact with cold and wet marble, and you gasp softly. Water has pooled between your thighs from all the moving, your exposed sex vulnerable to it all.
You shudder, breaking the kiss and hugging Rafayel's shoulders, hiding in his neck. He doesn't question you, wrapping his own arms around you in a protective manner and running his hand up and down your exposed back.
“You okay?” He asks after a moment. His breathing still labored, body tense with anticipation and practiced patience (and suppressed excitement). You give a curt nod but it doesn't satisfy him.
“Talk to me.” His mouth by your ear, voice a husky whisper and you're blushing again.
“I'm… I don't.. I'm nervous.” Words blurted out, muffled again the skin on his shoulder.
“You don't have to be nervous with me. Ever.” He takes your hands, intertwining your fingers together, a step back to catch your eye.
“Although… I could get used to this look you're giving me. It's quite…” His smile tells you he's up to no good.
“Erotic.”
You glare and he snorts, bringing one of your hands to his face and kissing your palm.
“You know I don't draw humans. But if I could only ever draw one for the rest of my life… It would be you, with those exact eyes.”
You tried not to pull away as he leaned close again, deep down wanting this closeness.
“But I'd never publish those paintings. Never would I let anyone see your face like it is now. Nobody can know what I see when I look at you…”
He means to kiss you again. So you tilt your head up to him, giving your explicit permission.
“...Why not?” You ask but not really expect an answer.
He gives you one regardless.
“Because, you silly girl…” He touches your cheek with the back of his hand. “...They would surely fall for you as I have.”
Your eyes widen a fraction.
“I can't have that. Other humans trying to steal you away from me? I already have to fight for your attention, competing with your choice of employment. I simply won't have it.”
He gives your lips a chaste peck before you're pushed to your elbows with a yelp, your legs pulled out of the water, and your entire lower region is exposed to the night air– to Rafayel.
He's no longer looking at your face and you're glad he isn't. Your head is spinning wildly from the sudden change of positions, and you can feel the heat radiating from your face and neck. But if he's not looking at you… To your horror, he's intently staring at another rather intimate part of you.
“R-Rafayel!” You scold, hands frantically pulling at your skirt but your legs are pushed up, knees and thighs touching, obscuring your view and giving more room to him, who ironically looks like the cat that got the cream.
“You! What are you—”
“You told me to continue.” He lowers his head and allows your legs to part, draped over his shoulders.
You realize then you have no idea where your panties went.
But then you remember that Rafayel's head is between your thighs and your priorities quickly change.
You cover your mouth with your hand, staring down at him through hooded eyes and tension in your brows.
“What are you doing?” You know it's stupid to ask.
His lips feel hot on your cold inner thigh, and you nearly jump, feeling your insides react to the close proximity, excitement coursing through you.
“Is it not obvious?” You want to smack him upside the head.
He has the gall to wink.
“...Taking a deep dive.”
That's all the warning you get because his mouth covers your clit, lips suck, cheeks hollowing, and your eyes roll.
Your hand flies to his head, messing the purple mop of hair, threading it between your fingers and tugging. You bite your lower lip hard, feeling your walls constrict around nothing. A pinch on your thigh and your eyes snap open– you don't remember closing them.
You look down and Rafayel is looking right at you. His tongue gives your sensitive bud a parting lick and you want to cry.
“Where's my song?” He questions.
You blink. “... What?”
“Sing.” He demands, repositioning himself, eyes half lidded, staring you down. You feel small all of a sudden. He's never looked at you like that before…
“What do you–” You gasp, feeling his warm tongue part your folds, thighs trembling from the mere implications of what's to come.
His grip on your thigh turns firmer.
“I—! Oh my–…God, ah~!”
“More.”
Mouth kissing your mound, your legs tremble like a fish out of water, a broken whimper daring to escape. He hums, suckling your clit in his mouth again, your eyes rolling up.
You surrender.
“Rafayel!”
No longer concealing your volume.
Rafayel freezes, head snapping up at you. His ears are bright red, lips glistening with your wetness, parted slightly. Your head tilts, supported on your shoulder. You push his bangs from his face.
“What's wrong? You said–”
“I’m allowed to change my mind.”
Dropping your legs carefully he sits up, hands fumbling with the buttons of his trousers and you take a second to breathe before you're being pulled up again. With so many sudden movements, you feel lightheaded. Or maybe it's the burning need boiling inside you.
This time you're closer than ever, the hand holding your thigh to his hip won't be letting go any time soon and your arm draped over his shoulder blades will stay there to support you.
You're panting heavily, breaths mixing together and then you feel him. Pressed right up against you. You moan in relief, and Rafayel clicks his tongue.
“Now she sings...”
You grab his face, squishing his cheeks.
“Shut up...”
He flashes a boyish smile, raising a brow. “Can't promise you that, Princess. Have a lot to say.”
You feel the firmness of him, the tip pressing into you. You're just about to reach your limit with his teasing, double meaning words and his odd choice of a nickname. Then his forehead presses into yours and you feel him push. Your eyes widen, nails digging into him at the sudden stretch, you grit your teeth, eyes closing tight.
“Hnng!”
“Fuck…”
It's the first time you've heard him curse and growl… All in one sentence.
“Go s-slow…”
Your plea gives him pause. Controlling his breathing, Rafayel lifts his head.
“Hey… Open your eyes.”
You do.
Bluish-pink eyes follow the thin trail of the tear that slides down the side of your face.
“You…” His grip tight on your thigh.
“Haven’t you… Never?”
You avoid looking at him while you talk. “No, I.. I've never done...it.”
He almost wants to laugh at the childish way you refer to sex. He almost wants to tease you for it.
But there will be time for that later…
After he's claimed what's been his since the very beginning. After he makes you his for the first time. After…
After he consu—
“I'm sorry, I should have told you…”
He blinks. You're apologizing? For being inexperienced?
Rafayel can't help but scoff.
“What are you even sorry for?”
“Huh?”
He cups your cheek, thumb wiping the trail left behind by your tear. His nose brushes yours.
“You're perfect. You should never apologize for being anything short of miraculous.”
There's nothing he'd like to do more than take her here and now, but the situation has changed. The circumstances are not the same. This should be special. This should be something sacred. Something that should happen someplace else, somewhere soft and safe and private. Somewhere– in his bedroom perhaps?
No no, he couldn't possibly just move you both there and proceed as planned. He's not some kind of barbarian, absolutely not. And you're a Princess. Royalty should only be treated as such. Yes, you are—
“Rafayel…”
“Hmm?” He tucks your hair behind your ear, coming up with the perfect date in his head, counting the days for the next full moon, and trying to remember the weather forecast for the following week. Maybe you'd like it if it was raining? He could wait until then. But he can't really rely on the humans’ weather forecast as it has disappointed him before...
“Please..”
He blinks, attention back to you.
“I'm here, I'm here, what is it?”
“You’re really going to make me say it again?” You're pouting, eyes glassy and cheeks a completely different shade. For a moment he wonders if he can recreate that color for one of his paintings. It won't be an easy task but certainly, he can.
He puts the thought aside for later.
Smiling softly at you, his fingers pinch your cheek. “What is it you want, hm?”
You huff, staring at him with wide eyes.
“You!” You raise your voice so you're being heard loud and clear, so there's no doubt left in his mind.
“I want you to give me all of you.” You add for good measure.
His heart stutters.
“...Is this your revenge for making you wait? Teasing me?”
He shakes his head, frantic. “N-no! That's–”
“Rafayel!” You hug his shoulders tight, leg hooked tightly on his hip, your own grinding against him, now used to the feeling of him just barely into you.
“I need you. Right now…”
Sharp inhale.
“Please, Rafayel. I can't wait any more… Don't make me.”
You find it ironic that you are repeating the same words he said to you. But you hope to god it works.
His hands grab your waist.
“Do you know the consequences of what you're asking of me?”
You gulp, his intense gaze piercing your soul.
“Yes.”
“...”
His hips move and you gasp, nails digging into his skin again.
“Is this what you want? Hah… Let me hear it then.”
You whimper, pressing your cheek next to his, mouth close to his ears.
“I want this.”
“...And me?” It's a whisper, and with it comes another push and your eyes water again.
“Do you want me?”
“I-I, mnn, yes…!”
“Say the words, Princess.”
He's so out of breath, barely hanging on, nearly losing his mind.
This is happening.
It's happening, it's happening now, right now, right here at the edge of the pool he almost never uses. Right under the open night sky, with the moon and the stars bearing witness to this moment. The moment your vow will be renewed.
The moment you become one.
“Rafayel..I-I want you.”
All the restraint is lost. What's left is a hungry hunter and his prey, caught in his net, willingly giving itself up to him.
To be consumed. To be cherished. To be loved. To be his.
When your hips come flush with his, you've dragged deep red lines down his back, no blood drawn, at least not yet.
“Shit…!”
Your walls flutter at the sound of his voice, his hold on you turning bruising. You press your face into his neck, controlling your breathing, giving yourself time– time to adjust, time to calm down, time for Rafayel to get his bearings because he's just about to risk it all.
There's sweat gathering over his brow, and it's his turn to shudder when your fingers dance up his spine. You're unbelievably tight. In your defense, he didn't do a very good job preparing you, and he knows now he should have. He would have spent the whole night between your legs if you allowed him to, barely coming up for air, maybe just to kiss your other lips and make a crude comment, teasing about how good you taste because gods know– you do.
He groans when your pussy clamps around him, his heart lurching in his chest. He knows you can feel it. You always had a habit of pressing your hand on his chest just to see how fast you can make the damn muscle beat and his ears to turn red.
You almost never fail.
…And he doesn't know why he lets you win.
“Try..moving.” Your voice is small and soft, in the haze of his thoughts he almost misses it. Gulping thickly, Rafayel pulls back only a little, hand immediately holding your head when you wince, an attempt to comfort you.
“There's no rush. We have all night.”
You chuckle, breathless. “I'd rather spend the rest of the night doing something other than keeping you warm.”
His hips have a mind of their own when they push back into you– his cock throbs, you gasp and hum, long and deep.
…You're making this so much harder than it needs to be (no pun intended.)
He clears his throat, pulling back to look at your face. Your eyes are dry this time. He sighs in relief.
As he talks, his gaze averts your own. “It'll be a little uncomfortable for a while but it'll ease up…”
You catch his chin and make him look at you. “Then move..”
His brow furrow, he looks at you confused. “Move? Doesn't it hurt?”
You frown. “I'm not that fragile–”
“No, but you're still precious.”
You blink at him. He's been saying weird things for a while now. Things that make your heart flutter and your stomach flip…
“I..I can take it.”
Something shifts in Rafayel's eyes at that.
“Yeah?”
His hand snakes up your back, finding the hooks of your bra and easily undoing them. You don't look away when the straps fall from your shoulders and neither does he. You throw it somewhere behind you, arms wrapping his neck, feeling your skin come into contact with his. He's warm..so warm. His hands on your back draw invisible patterns with gentle fingers, sending pleasant shivers through your body.
“Yeah...”
“You can take me?” The corner of his mouth curls up just for a fraction of a second.
You bite your lip. “I can take you… All of you.”
“Fuck…”He growls softly, kissing you. Your legs wrap around his waist, the water of the pool moves and splashes, but you pay it no mind, Rafayel's hips finally starting to move.
You moan, breaking from his lips, eyes still closed. The rhythm is slow, soft, and yet he grazes all the right spots. It feels weird, like an invasion at first, but it quickly melts away, the intrusive sensation turning into pleasure.
He was right.
“Hah– you're so wet.”
Your cheeks flush. You can feel it too, the slickness aiding to his movements, the moisture between your legs. It's far too slippery and thick to just brush it off as being water. No, that was all you.
“Almost… Mm, wanna stop and taste you.”
“N-no…!” You plead, tightening the hold your thighs have on his waist. “Don't– ah– stop!”
He laughs softly, amusement dancing in his eyes. “I won't.”
His hand finds your hair and he pulls your head back, exposing your neck to him. You're not sure what you look like right now, but your expressions seem to please him, if the way he licks his lips is anything to go by.
“... But you sure know how to tempt a Lemurian.”
Rafayel's head dips, mouth attaching to your neck. He alternates between bites and sucks, rolling his hips and thrusting, the water spilling over the edge of the pool from all the sudden movements. You feel lightheaded with pleasure, loving the fullness when he slows down and at the same time craving the explosive sensations of him hitting a spot your fingers could never dream of reaching.
Gently pushing on his chest, he stops, staying still as you lean back, supporting your body onto your elbows, chest heaving up and down. Looking at his similarly flushed face, you give a nod, and hisbhands silently hold your thighs as he starts up again.
You pant, moan, your head falling back, the new angle giving him access even deeper inside you.
“Oh God– Rafayel! That's–!” A whine.
“Yeah?” He doesn't really hear what you're saying –far too concentrated on not letting his body go on autopilot, lest he loses control– but judging by the way you're throbbing around him, he's found the sweetest spot on your body.
“Right here?”
“Yes!”
Your voice is high and pitched, laced with lust and desperation, even though he's giving you what you need. If he were to stop right now and ask for anything you'd agree to, you'd say yes to everything, give him what he wanted to hear if it meant he'd continue.
But you don't say that out loud, and thankfully, mind reading is not one of the painter's many gifts.
As his eyes study your expression, an idea pops in his mind. You almost wail in frustration when he slows down and eventually stops. For a second, you think he might have actually tuned into your mind.
“Reach down and touch your clit.”
You do a double take.
You blink at him, eyes wide.
“Wh-what– why?”
He lets out a breath, raising a brow.
“Cause I'm asking nicely.”
You resist an eye roll. “How was that nice?”
He sighs, shaking his head with a soft smile. “Play with your clit for me. Or do you not want this–” he gives three hard and abrupt thrusts that rock your entire body, “–anymore?”
With an embarrassed whimper, your hand slips between your legs, rubbing circles, exactly the way you like. But with something to occupy your insides, the feeling is far more intense. Nearly falling on your back, you watch as his purple hair obscures his eyes for just a second.
“Good… Good girl.” Your walls flutter. “Keep doing that. Don't stop.”
His hands hold the underside of your thighs and lift them up, spreading your legs further.
“You haven't really been able to take all of me… Until now.”
You glance between your bodies at his words, mouth falling agape when his hips come forward, the base of his cock disappearing inside you. Your eyes go up, welling up with tears.
“R-Rafayel…”
“I'm a man of my word..You asked for all of me. Here I am.”
Somehow, he angles himself even better than before, easily hitting the same spot that made your head spin. Your toes curl, the combination of your clit getting stimulated and your insides being filled, you're not sure where you end and he begins.
Your voice is no longer confined in your throat, any shame and restraint you may have managed to keep gone the second your eyes meet.
“If only…Haa, if only you knew the kind of faces you've been making at me..”
“Hah! N-no..” You didn't think it possible for your face to blush harder.
“Such pretty expressions..” His nails dig into the thickness of your thighs and you whine.
“Ra–fayel...! You want it to sound like a warning but it turns into a moan after a particularly hard thrust.
“A-anything you need? What else can I give you?” His smile is drunk, his pupils blown wide when he leans closer.
You shake your head. He hums, hips rolling into yours.
“Nothing? Not even a kiss?”
You lick your lips at the suggestion instinctively. Rafayel groans.
“Fuck, don't do that.. Naughty girl.”
You smile in the midst of the pleasure, closing your eyes for a moment.
“Just look at me…”
“Oh, I'm looking. I'm here. And I'm looking at you.”
When you look at him next, the air feels thicker between you. His hips continue to move, sending delicious waves of rapture through you, one after the next. The pressure is building, you can feel it getting closer and closer to the edge.
“R-Rafayel…!” Your head falls back
“I'm here, I'm looking right at you princess…” You feel him grabbing your hand, lifting it up, pressing his soft lips on your knuckles then winding your fingers together.
“I-I’ll.. I'm…”
“I know.. I-I, I can feel you…”
When you lift your head, you catch him staring right where your bodies connect, the crude sounds of him pushing his way through your wetness mixing with the ones of sloshing water, skin slapping on skin.
Come to think of it, you never really did get a good look at him…
Following his line of sight, you watch his cock sink into you with ease, your hand playing with your clit, tight grip on your hip holding you in place.
“...Oh my god.”
You squeezed his hand.
“I'm gonna come–!”
You feel a hand wrap on your neck and look up at his double colored gaze just as your orgasm crushes through you. You see Rafayel grit his teeth before your eyes roll back.
“Rafayyeeel!”
“Shit! Too- tight..!”
Warmth fills your insides, your body, from your head to your toes, white hot pleasure taking over, your mind clean of every thought. After a few powerful snaps of his hips, Rafayel stills, his own body trembling along with yours. You both try to catch your breath, hearts beating loud in your ears.
You blink as you come to, eyes looking at the twinkling stars in the sky above. And then everything sinks in.
You just had sex. For the first time.
With Rafayel.
Your mouth feels dry. You bring your hands to your face, silently screaming and you would have stayed that way if it hadn't been for the man looming over you. His soft laugh makes you peek through your fingers to look at him.
You never really understood the way a person can look smitten or enamored, but after seeing the tenderness in Rafayel's eyes, his soft smile, you believe you've found a reference. A very accurate reference.
“Are you okay?” He asks, voice a delicate whisper shared between you. You can only nod.
“I hope this lived up to your expectations.” He leans down, pressing a kiss on your forehead. You grab his face before he can pull away, surprising him. Then he grins cheekily, and you remember who exactly is standing in front of you.
You give a warning look.
“What's wrong, miss bodyguard~?” His hands land next to your head, caging you in. “Need something?”
You want to smack that shit eating grin off his handsome face. “Stop talking…”
“Can't do! As I said, I have a lot to— mmf!”
You pull him down and smash your lips together, kissing him with the same hunger as before, only now you're far more daring. Your own tongue pushes past his lips, finding his, and you feel his hand holding the side of your head, feel him rather than hear him humming.
When you let him breathe, a thin string of saliva still connects you to him. The fire in his eyes is once more flared up.
“You truly don't know when to stop, do you?” It's not a question that needs an answer, but you give him a smug smile anyway.
With a click of his tongue, Rafayel lifts you up, hooking your legs around his waist and somehow, gracefully gets you both out of the pool. A little disoriented, your head spins, the high from reaching rapture still fresh, you cling to him as he walks, entering the house.
Next thing you know, your feet touch the ground, but you still reach for him to ground yourself, feeling unsteady on weak legs.
“What's wrong? You got jelly legs?”
You glare at him, Rafayel only snorts.
“It's okay. You won't need to use your legs much for this.” He grabs your shoulders, turns you around and pushes you forward. You stumble and trip, falling forward, the fear of slamming to the floor makes your heart lurch but the pain never comes. Instead, you land on something soft, your hips elevated, supported by the armrest– you study your surroundings.
You're in the library you saw earlier, draped over the couch with your ass in the air, your wet skirt dripping water down your legs. You glance behind you, and catch sight of Rafayel getting rid of his soaked pants kicking them carelessly to the side. His eyes are on you.
You gulp.
“Want to keep the skirt?” His hands reach for your hips, and you hold back a whimper when he lifts the wet fabric from your rear. “Gotta say, you look pretty scandalous with just this on.”
“... Pervert.” You mumble.
Breath escapes your lungs when his hand squeezes your ass.
“Says you.” Rafayel reaches for the zipper on the side. “You've watched me change in and out of my shirts more times than I care to recall.” He pulls it down slowly.
“That's different…” You don't bother denying it, you are guilty of staring, but it's not like he puts any effort in hiding his body from you. Low buttoned shirts, plunging necklines that would make anyone blush at the sight, that opening in his favorite white shirt that gives you the slightest of peeks of his collarbones and chest…
“How is it different?” With a hand on the back of the couch, Rafayel leans over your body, skirt discarded on the ground, forgotten. You let your upper body rest on the plush cushion under you, arms supporting your head.
“I don't do it on purpose…” You try to defend yourself.
“Hmm…” His arm reaches under you, holding your stomach and helping you stand up, back pressing against his chest. “Your ears turn red when you lie.” His lips are right next to your ear and you shudder, pursing your lips and refusing to look at him.
Chuckling, he helps you lift your leg and place it on the arm rest, giving him more access to your still dripping pussy. When you feel his fingers tease your opening, your head falls back.
“I should've taken more time to stretch you…” His mouth presses against your shoulder. “Forgive me.”
Worried, you reach for his face, caressing his cheek. “I'm fine. You were gentle.” Yeah right. “...It didn't hurt.”
Rafayel finds your eyes, expression serious. You smile reassuringly, pecking his lips.
“I gave you permission. I asked you to.”
“I should've controlled myself.”
“No.” You say firmly, grabbing his cheeks in one hand, making his lips pucker like a fish. “You gave me what I wanted…”
His eyes avoid yours. “...”
“Rafayel—” You gasp when his hand grazes your clit. You think it was accidental, opening your mouth to speak but you feel it again. You moan this time, hips backing into his hand.
“Hey.. I'm trying to talk..to you.” You hold his wrist putting up a poor fight against him. Rafayel hums in your ear.
“And I'm trying to make you moan my name again.”
His other hand finds yours, grabbing it and freeing his wrist, allowing him to freely play with the bundle of nerves between your legs, sending waves of pleasure through your body.
“A-Ah— R-Rafayel…!”
“Just like that.” He places your own hand on his head and your fingers almost instantly grab into his purple locks. You hear some shuffling, then feel the head of his cock press against your entrance. Your body moves on its own, lifting you a little higher for a better angle, back arching.
You hear a melodic chuckle. “Eager, aren't we?”
You sigh when he presses forward, slipping inside you with ease.
“Mmm… Please.”
Rafayel kisses your shoulder. “You don't have to beg me. I can't resist you as is.”
Your cheeks flush.
Gripping your hip tighter, he pushes in all the way, hips flush with yours. You both moan out more, louder, your nails sinking into his forearm that's around your middle.
“Mmm, fuck… You're so warm.”
Your heart flutters. “H-how are you still so..”
You feel his lips curl against your shoulder, hearing him hum.
“So what?”
“Excited still…”
You gasp, feeling his cock drag deliciously against your walls, earning himself a whimper of relief.
His mouth presses against the shell of your ear, voice a whisper.
“Don't you mean… Hard?”
“Ah!”
His hips deliver a rather harsh thrust, your body rocking with its force, your legs trembling.
“Or did you mean horny?”
You whine at his teasing, his finger still rubbing soothing circles over your swollen clit.
“I-I meant the first one…”
“That's easy to answer.” Rafayel kisses your shoulder again, this time giving it a nibble.
“I didn't come.”
You blink. “You didn't…?”
The rhythm of his hips turns shallow, barely pulling out of you, just enough to create stimulation and he keeps brushing into that spot that makes you fight with everything you have to not let your eyes roll. His breath was also cut short, nose buried in between your neck and shoulder.
His voice was muffled and needy.
“Wanted to. Really bad.”
Your brain nearly doesn't gather his reply. “Wh-why didn't you?”
You moan, rocking your own hips into him, the urgency in both your bodies’ movements only adding to the pleasure, your hearts ignite.
“Wanted to…” He trails off, a low growl accompanying your mewl when he sinks inside you with a pull of your hips. “...to do it inside.”
Your eyes snap open, stomach flipping again.
“B-but..didn't have time to ask.”
You were convinced you looked like the red color Rafayel uses in his paintings at this point.
“Rafayel…”
“Can I…?”
He grabs your jaw, turning your head to look him in the eye. Your lips part, pupils wide with desire, and your pussy clamps down on him with a mind of its own.
“I…”
“Will– mm, will you let me come inside of you?”
“Oh fuck…”
He grins as your eyes roll and close, teeth catching your lip. His forehead touches yours, now fucking into you with a bigger need, building you up faster, loving the way you shake against him.
“Please.”
“Rafayel!”
“Please let me. I'll make you all mine. Mine.”
“Yes!”
“Yes what?”
You open your eyes, feeling your vision fill with tears from the tension in your lower belly, your body paralyzed.
“Yes! Yes please! Come in me…!”
“Hng–! F-fuck, don't, don't say it like that or I'll… Haa..”
He kisses you, arm wrapping around you once more, his own nails leaving red lines on your delicate skin. When he pulls away, he focuses on you, the way you feel, the way you hug him so tightly, how warm your body is, how soft. How much smaller you are...
He'll make sure you remember it this time.
Before he can think twice, he’s biting your shoulder hard, hearing you cry out as your pussy ripples and clamps down on his cock, signaling your orgasm.
He's not too far behind. He just needs one more. Just one more…
“Hah! You're driving me crazy…”
He whispers more to himself than you, now holding you with both of his arms to keep you from falling, your precious whimpers each time he slams into you music to his ears.
“I'm– shit– Princess..! I'm going to..”
A whine breaks past his lips, then he freezes, his cock throbbing as he empties himself inside you. Eyes closed tight, his grip on you even tighter, body trembling as he moans your name over and over and over.
When the high subsides, your vision clears along with your mind, and you instinctively clench around Rafayel, hearing him gasp.
“E-easy easy.. I'm fragile.”
You snort. “That's new.”
He says nothing, forehead pressed into your shoulder, adjusting his arms so they're holding you from around your middle. You sigh, letting yourself relax, enjoying the skin to skin contact a lot more than you thought you would.
Then you feel it.
Blinking, you glance down, looking at the white liquid running down your thigh, leaving a cold and wet trail behind.
Your eyes bulge twice their size.
“R-Rafayel…?”
“Mm?”
“Did you… You haven't pulled out.”
He lifts his head, looking at you, you can almost see a question mark over his head.
“No… Not yet. Is it uncomfortable? Should I..?–”
You grab his hand as he moves.
“No no! It's not...it's nice.” You close your eyes, avoiding his gaze.
“Then…?” His brow raises suspiciously at you. “What's the matter?”
“....leaking.”
“Huh?”
“I'm…”
You groan, your hands covering your face.
“It's leaking out.”
“... What.”
Rafayel pulls back just a little, enough to get a view of your backside. Where your bodies meet, a thin white ring has formed around the base of his cock, a mix of both you and him. His lips part in awe, hands sliding to your rear. Your voice is distant, he can't quite hear what you're saying, his mind focused on the sight in front of him.
His thumbs part your cheeks, you squeak, he gives an experimental in and out and in again, watching how you cling to his length and the liquid oozing out of you.
Wetting his lips, he leans back forward, just in time to catch your eyes, panicked and wide. He smiles softly and kisses your cheek.
“It's okay.”
“How– that's not what I asked!”
“I filled you up.”
Your pussy flutters– he hums, massaging your hips.
You turn red. “Rafayel!”
“Princess.”
His nose bumps into yours and you freeze. Damn it all, when he gets this close you can't think straight. Your lips form a pout.
“You're saying..crude things. Stop it.”
“Do you really want me to stop?” Soft hands gliding over your curves, coming up to cup your breasts, massaging them delicately. His thumbs run over your stiff nipples, and your eyes flutter closed.
“Stop…”
“Are you certain?”
“N..no…”
He hums and you feel like you're floating.
“Open your eyes.”
As if hypnotized by his voice, your eyes open, locking with his.
There's nowhere to run.
“There she is, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.”
Your stomach fills with butterflies again.
“Does this pretty girl want to kiss me?”
“Maybe she does…”
“Then she should do it. I'm hers for the taking. Anything she says goes. Anything.”
“Anything?”
You're not sure why you're smiling so wide, but this.. This right here, this moment with him, his hands on your body pleasing you, caressing, your connection. Something burns inside you, yearning for more. Something starved, something old.
Something that's been there before you met him.
“Anything.”
“Then… I want to ask for something.”
Your hands wrap around his wrists, making them fall to his sides. You take your leg off the armrest of the couch with his help, you sever the connection, evidence of it running freely down your legs. You catch Rafayel's eyes glow a bright blue, but it's gone in a blink.
Holding his chin, his attention is back to you.
“What does my little miss bodyguard want from me this time?” His smirk almost makes you hesitate. You smile softly, cupping one side of his face with your palm.
“For you to make love to me.”
Rafayel's eyes widen, his smirk dropping. You're afraid he'll say no, but then he's hugging you, holding the back of your head and squeezing you against him.
“Raf–?”
“Yes. You won't regret it. I'll be so good to you. I promise.”
You giggle at this. “I didn't have any doubts.”
He pulls back, blinking a few times, then grins at you, winking. “Just a precaution then..”
You shake your head, opening your mouth to respond but he picks you up with more ease you thought him capable of. But then you remember how he carried you from the pool here…
You wrap your arms around his neck, your faces close together, his arm holding you from under your thighs tightly against him, the other supporting your back.
“Where are we going?” You ask as he exits the room.
“I'll need a flat surface if I am to make love to your body. Preferably a soft and harmless one. Like say– a bed?” Rafayel states, matter-of-factly, pushing the door of his bedroom open with his bare foot.
He sets you gently on the mattress, but instead of climbing on top of you, he kneels before you, hands on each knee, opening your legs. Your hand itches to cover yourself but you resist, taking a deep breath.
His eyes catch yours and he smiles at you.
Butterflies are parading in your stomach.
“Someone's blushing~.” He coos, kissing your thigh.
You glare at him playfully. “Someone's stalling.”
He laughs, grabbing you by your waist, lifting and pushing you to the center of the bed, crawling on top of you with the grace of a cat. For someone who's afraid of felines, Rafayel has a lot in common with them.
The thought makes you smile.
“What's this?” He leans down, kissing your cheek. “Why are you smiling like that? You only get like this when you're up to no good…”
You scoff, slapping his bare chest. “Look who's talking! The person who stole my phone and painted it without my consent then returned it a day later! I had so many missed calls and emails to respond to! And you looked super proud of yourself too!”
He clicks his tongue, rolling his eyes at you. “That's my thank you for making your phone interesting? You know it's one of a kind now right? And anyway, I thought you said you liked it!”
His mouth falls to your neck, leaving over mouthed kisses on your skin, altering between licks and small nibbles. Your breath stutters, body melting but you still try to argue.
“Yes, the..” You feel his hand palm your breast, the other intertwining your fingers in a tight hold. “..the..the fish you painted on it is…cute.”
Your eyes close.
“Just cute?”
“Mmm… Can't think..”
“... Already?”
Rafayel raises his head, eyes studying your features, the way your blush spreads to your neck, your hair sprawled behind you and messy, your lips plump and parted, bruised and swollen from his kisses.
He sighs, allowing himself a small smile of victory. It still feels a little surreal, that you're under him, exposed and vulnerable, in the safety of his house, the comfort of his bed. The sheets are going to smell like you… He's going to be heartbroken when it'll be time for the housekeeper to change them.
Before he realizes it, he’s half way down your body, kissing under your breasts, still holding your hand, his free hand tracing invisible patterns over your ribs. Your back arches and falls, you squirm and let out soft sighs for him to treasure and keep locked in his memory.
“Your sounds are so sweet.”
You whine, looking at him through heavy lidded eyes. The corners of his mouth twitch up, eyes closing, lips moving over your skin as he talks.
“You're so pretty... Pretty like the moon.”
He feels your hand brush back his hair, but his eyes stay shut. His mouth follows the curve of your waist, he nips playfully at your hip bone, leaving kisses across your navel, repeating the process only this time from the bottom up. When he reaches your left breast, he opens his eyes to make sure you're looking at him. Mouth parting, his tongue darting out to flick your nipple and you gulp, brows raising on your forehead.
Your moans are heaven sent, filling his ears, feeding into the fire burning within him, his blood running hot, hot, scorching. Your voice spelling his name sets his soul alight. Every letter your lips form summons invisible chains around his very being, and Rafayel willingly surrenders to your every whim, every wish– as if you had to plead for him. He'd do anything.
So as you beg for more and he grabs your legs and enters your body for the third time this night, he thanks the universe for blessing him with you. For allowing him to find you after looking for so long. For giving him the opportunity to love you and for being loved by you.
Even if it's been years. Even if you forgot. Even if you're a little different from who you used to be. After all the suffering, the pain and the loss he had to go through, every bit of it was worth it. Just for the moment where he'd open his eyes and see you, the very embodiment of his dreams and happiness. His everything.
As the night progresses, the more the sheets of his bed are disheveled, all the more your bodies entangle each other in pure rapture and tenderness, a combination you did not know was possible to achieve. Yet Rafayel proves you wrong. You feel a need for him like how you need air to breathe, how you crave water as if you're under a desert sky, how you miss someone you've never met.
You kiss him with fervor and surprise him every time. He never grows tired of your lips, and if you initiate it, expect to be the one to break it because he simply refuses to stop kissing your lips. You thought it was cute the first three times it happened, but after that, he would forcibly make the kiss last longer, not that you minded, but your air supply was running low.
“Just breathe through your nose, I need this.”
He said with such conviction. You did as told, but you could not focus on both his lips and the pleasure his fingers brought to your core. You'd get sloppy or paralyzed, mouth hanging open helplessly, and Rafayel would coax you to let go so sweetly you'd think you were melting against his chest.
With your face buried in a pillow you moan, your voice hoarse, whimpering while his hands hold your waist, pulling you back when his hips snap forward to meet him halfway. He's been mumbling in a language you don't know, or maybe it is English and your head is way too fuzzy to understand. In every position he put you in, somehow you always ended up looking at his eyes but not this time.
He flipped you over, smacked your ass making you yelp and clench at the same time, before he was lifting up your hips and pushing your head down.
He hadn't said a word to you once since then, and it didn't take you long to climax either, too weak to move but not minding him using your body for his next orgasm. What would this be? His fifth one? You can't recall. But you are impressed with his stamina.
Rafayel was a hungry monster and your body was his dinner. With dessert.
“I'm gonna– coming— oh fuck!”
You feel his arms wrap around you as he bends over you, eyes rolling when you feel his cock pumping inside you, filling you. There's drool running down the side of your mouth, but you can care less.
You're absolutely exhausted.
Rafayel whispers your name and you hum. He kisses your shoulder, squeezing you tight then lets you go, disentangling himself from your body. He flops on his back next to you, and since nobody is holding up your lower half, you slide down laying flat in your stomach.
You turn your head to look at him, and you immediately want to curse at him and his perfect looks. He looks like a sex dream, with love bites you left all over his neck and chest, nail marks on his shoulder blades that reach his back and waist, messy hair, lips full and rosy, and all that is accompanied by a healthy blush and a nice thin layer of sweat.
This painter is going to be the death of you.
You're probably no better than he is, but you don't believe you have the same appeal, after sex glow and all.
The look he's giving you though could convince you that you do.
“What?” You giggle, breathless. The man turns on his side, moving a pillow under his head, his eyes trailing your body then coming back to your face, smiling like he knows something you don't.
“You make a pretty picture like this. I'd love to paint you.”
You smile, itching closer to him and tucking yourself against his chest, his hand threading through your hair.
“Thought you didn't draw people.”
“I said this earlier, but I wouldn't mind drawing you. Since you're one singular person.”
You snort, lifting your head to look up to find him already looking down, smiling softly.
“The great artist Rafayel making an exception? For me?” Your hand reaches up to tap his nose. “I'm flattered.”
He scoffs. “I don't just give this offer to anyone, you know.” He reaches for the comforter, pulling over your naked bodies, making sure your back is covered and not exposed to cold air.
“Really?” You yawn, relaxing as strong arms wrap around you and pull you further into a warm and safe embrace. “Should I feel special…?”
“What are you even asking?” His lips press on the crown of your head. “You think I'd go to bed with just anyone? Or, heaven forbid, that I'd cuddle them like this?” He gives you a soft hmph and you giggle, feeling exhaustion and sleep pull at your consciousness.
“You are special. And you're also special to me.” A pause. “Hey… Am I special to you too?”
You nod your head, just barely able to get the words out.
“My most..important person.” You mumble, before starting to snore softly.
Rafayel's heart skips a beat. He buries his nose in your hair, squeezing you tight. Looking for one of your hands, he brings it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles.
“I don't want to lose you again. But if I do, I'll look for you and find you once more. For as many lifetimes as you allow me. I swear this…”
As he opens his eyes and lets your hand go, a little blue fish floats in his palm, forming the infinity symbol with its long fins as it ‘swims’ back and forth.
It disappears as soon as he closes his eyes, holding you tighter against him, and closing his eyes. This is the easiest sleep that has ever come to him in a long, long time.
°•°•°•°•°•°
When the light hits his eyes, his nose scrunches up, blinking rapidly to adjust to the brightness. Rafayel looks up, facing the ceiling, blinking away sleep. His eyes close again but only for a second before they open again, feeling the comforter being pulled and hearing shuffling.
Looking to his right, he sees you, your back turned from him, exposed, his eyes running down the line of your spine, getting just a peek of your ass before he forcibly looks away, his face flushing. The events of last night slap him across the face, flashing random images in his mind's eye. He covers the lower half of his face, taking a deep breath to calm his racing heartbeat.
What happened last night was completely unplanned and spontaneous. He was deep in his feelings, thinking about you so much he could hardly focus on painting. He ended up throwing an excuse to have you come over and then he all but threw himself at you and not only did you let him, you begged him to take you.
Rafayel was your first.
His eyes close tight, both hands joined together in front of his mouth, lips pressed into a flat line, frowning, he can almost feel steam coming out of his ears.
“Mmn..”
His eyes snap open, looking over to you turning over in your sleep. Your chest is exposed, he gets a glimpse of your hard nipples before you roll to lay on your stomach, arms tucking under the pillow. You don't blink, you don't stir, you stay still and sleep, breathing in and out peacefully.
Rafayel swallows thickly, seeing the love bites and the scratches he left on your body, feeling his blood boil at the mere memory of your sounds, your voice in his ear, the emotions in your eyes.
Hands covering his face, he tries desperately to chase the thoughts away, it's way too early and you're right next to him, sleeping soundly. Rafayel peeks at you through his fingers, making sure you're still asleep. With a silent sigh of relief, he slowly gets up, walking quietly to the other side of the bed, pulling the comforter over your shoulders, patting your bed head, leaning down to kiss your cheek.
He lingers for a moment, clearing his throat softly, voice still heavy with sleep.
“Morning, cutie.”
He walks to his closet, grabbing a pair of comfortable pajama pants, giving you a last glance before he's out of the room, heading for the kitchen.
Meanwhile you're trying not to lose your freaking mind over what just happened plus everything that happened the night before.
You had woken up before him, maybe by a few minutes, and you were staring at him while he slept, one arm wrapped protectively around you so you're held tight against his side while he was on his back. You saw the evidence of your nails and mouth/teeth left on his skin clearly in the morning light. You left a hickey on the tiny mole on his chest, your fingers itched to trace it, but you were too afraid that if you were to move, you'd wake him.
With a soft sound Rafayel had turned to his side, his other arm draping over you with his face mere inches away from yours, mumbling inaudibly. In your flustered panic, you pushed him on his back and turned on your other side, but in doing so, you exposed your chest accidentally. But you heard him humming so you didn't move a muscle, determined to play it off that you're still asleep.
And here you are, pulling the comforter over your head to hide, resisting the urge to kick your feet in case you make any loud noises, your face burning and your heart running a mile. Picking over the comforter, you glance at the door and freeze, seeing a very amused Rafayel with his arms crossed, shirtless, leaning against the frame.
“Hmm. It's rude to ignore others and pretend to be asleep when you're awake, you know?”
…Busted.
“M-Morning!” You squeak, hiding again, very aware of your nakedness. You hear him laugh, taking slow and soft steps towards you. The bed dips from his weight, and again you peek at him, hiding your face below your eyes.
He stares at you with a smile, gentle but also cheeky, his eyes half lidded. He chuckles, hand coming up to gently reveal more of your face, easily lowering the sheet to just under your neck. You pout at him, crossing your arms over your covered chest.
“You're awfully cheerful so early in the morning.”
“You were next to me when I woke up.” He leans down, nose brushing over yours and you gasp lightly. “Your back was the first thing I saw.” His lips touch yours as he speaks, and your heart races for a lot more other reasons now. “Even if it wasn't your face, I was still so happy. You were beside me. You didn't leave me.”
Brows knitting, you gently reach out and touch his cheek, thumb stroking over soft skin.
“Why would I leave?”
His own brows pinch together. “Because…You regret it. Me. What happened…Last night.”
It's your turn to giggle now. You give him a quick peck, attempting to ease the bird's nest on his head.
“Rafayel… I'll never regret doing anything with you.” He looks at you with such intensity, almost as if he's trying to decide if your words are hiding a code, the truth behind a lie. But you're as sincere as the sea is blue.
“But–”
“But what?” He's quick to interject, his grip in the sheet tightening under his hand. “What is it?”
You smile, finding this nervous side of him adorable. “I will have bigger regrets if I don't do things with you.”
Rafayel blinks at you, swallowing down his doubts and his apprehension. He nods, resting his forehead on yours. You lick your lips, glancing at his mouth.
“Can I kiss you now?”
“Pff–!” He barks a laugh, feeling his eyes water, shoulders shaking.
He sighs, shaking his head playfully. “Yes. Yes, you may.”
Still smiling, he leans down, your lips connecting, pulling and pushing like the tides that meet the beach. Your arms wrapping around his shoulders, his hand holds your cheek as gently as he possibly can, as if you'd turn into bubbles if he applied too much pressure.
You pull back first, needing air, but his mouth is relentless, kissing your jaw, and down your neck. You whimper, feeling a familiar flame ignite inside of you, but you know your body can't handle anything today.
“Rafayel…”
“Mmn?”
“I.. I'm way too sensitive today…”
The dark chuckle you get in response makes you shiver. “I'm aware. I didn't show you any mercy last night.”
You flush, turning your head away as memories of Rafayel on top of you, under you, behind you, between your legs– flash in your mind's eye.
“I'm not going to try anything…” He lifts his head, as you look back, your gazes lock. “Not without your explicit permission.”
He winks at you, and you glare at him, slapping his arm as his brows wiggle. He hums, laying his head on your chest, and your hands automatically reach for his hair, messing with the loose curls and then fixing them.
“Seriously, you're such a pervert…”
“You're the one who said you'd put me in a cage, whip me every day and make me call you ‘Master’. Or did you forget already?”
Your eye twitches.
“I don't forget so easily, miss bodyguard~. Jeez you really have the memory of a goldfish huh? Guess it can't be helped; I'll have to keep reminding you how much of a sexual deviant you really are in comparison to me. Aren't you grateful? Where's my thanks? I believe—”
As he raises his head, you grab his pillow and smack him with it.
“Ow! What—”
Thump!
“You're never gonna let this down, are you?!”
“Ow! Baby! Not the face!” In an attempt to avoid your next blow, the panicked painter blocks you with his precious hands, laughing in the process.
“You're still so feisty! Even after a long night of—”
“Ugh! Shut up!” You hit his shoulder but he only laughs at you, eyes filled with mirth as he notices the blush in your face.
“What's wrong? You shy? Even after everything we did?”
He grabs your wrist with a little too much ease, making you think all the hits you've landed on him might not have been possible if he hadn't ‘allowed’ it. Your hand drops the pillow and with a few swift moves, your hands are pinned and Rafayel's face is the only thing in your line of sight.
“My my…” You scoff at him, turning your head and closing your eyes. “You're so ill-mannered..Master.”
You inhale sharply as the word reaches your ears, looking at him with wide eyes.
“What did you–”
“Master.” His face is closer once more, your breath gets trapped in your lungs.
“I don't know why, but you being mean to me makes me want to be mean to you… Yet sometimes, I'm curious to see how far you'd go if I let you…”
Rafayel's smile is one of mischief, one you know very well from the various times you caught glimpses of it the night before, right before a position was changed or more stimulation was added. And one that has your thighs closing together tight.
“What do you say? Want me to hand you the reins? Just for today…”
You gulp.
You're definitely missing work today.
And you have no issue with that.