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The sound of the storeroom door wasn’t enough to interrupt your focus as you added further shadowing lines to the canvas in front of you. You heard Reth’s reflexive breath of relief when he entered the room, then, footsteps. You resisted the urge to greet him as you moved the brush up carefully, tracing beside previous lines.
“What’s this, sweet tooth?”
Fingertips traced up your sides, causing a shiver that almost ruined your brushstroke. You swatted playfully at Reth who moved forward to envelop you in a hug. Your head tilted to the side, resting back on his collarbone as the two of you looked down upon the painting. He gripped his wrists around you, leaving no room to move.
“I’ve been inspired lately…”
“Inspired to sneak into the storeroom early in the morning?” Reth planted a kiss on your temple only to follow it up with two more in short succession.
“I’ll have you know Asura is well aware that I am here. He’s very encouraging of my artistic pursuits.”
Reth’s lips remained on your temple, and his hands released, only to move across your sides and down to your hips.
“I have some artistic pursuits I think you’d be interested in, babe…”
“Reth!”
He chuckled lightly and ignored your swatting hand, kissing down your neck and then resting his chin on your shoulder. You could hear his breathing even out as he gripped your hips with soft pressure, looking down at the painting once more.
“Is this from Mirror field?” You felt his voice resonate through your neck as he spoke, leaning against you. You hesitated to put the brush back to canvas, your thoughts muddled with the presence of the man behind you.
“Well… Yes.”
“And that’s the clock tower…” Reth’s voice was low, and you felt his grip shifting, fingers stroking delicately at your sides. He lifted his face to bury it in your neck, and you felt warmth spread over your cheeks.
“Right again.”
“It’s a dark painting, isn’t it?”
“Well, I’m not done-” his teeth grazed the crook of your neck and your breath hitched for a moment before he kissed over the same spot as if in apology.
“Yes, sweet tooth?”
“It’s a painting at dawn.” You put the brush down, now. Knowing you wouldn’t be able to make any more progress with the distraction standing behind you. He released you as you turned to look at his unapologetic face. In response he grinned teasingly, lifting his arms as though innocent.
“Don’t let me distract you, babe.”
“You already have, mister.” You grabbed at his collar and pulled down, watching his pupils react. A smile spread across your face as you pressed your lips against his. His attentions were sweet, and nearly desperate. This short period between jobs was almost all he had for himself, and you could spare him some time if he so demanded. Reth was more than willing to return your affections, arms pulling you closer as your hand moved from his collar to brush the hairs at the base of his neck. He shivered lightly, and you gently nibbled at his bottom lip before pulling away. His pupils were shot, and his gaze intense as you studied his face.
Then, you noticed the paint.
“Oh…” You grinned lightly as you wiped away the green smudge on his cheek. Reth seemed to return to reality, and in turn wiped at your own paint smudged cheek.
“If you’re going to paint my face… Well,” he looked to the couch the two of you had squeezed into the room, “I have better ideas.” You felt a shiver travel up your spine at the invitation. To call Reth a fan of giving would be an understatement… Before you let yourself overthink it, you were pushing him back, collapsing onto the cushioned surface, lips meeting once more as Reth’s face flushed. His hands were on your sides, under your shirt, fingers stroking the skin, pressing, moving slowly upward until they met your chest. There was a pause, a moment to let you consider before his thumbs pressed over your nipples, fingers rolling past shortly after. You breathed out as you kissed, angling to press your crotch against his thigh. His own breathing hitched as you did, and you rocked back to create more pressure between the two of you. Reth’s hands pinched at your chest, and you pulled back to take your shirt off, allowing him to duck down and lick, alternating between thumb and tongue in a pattern that made your mind blank a little. Your hand rested at the base of his skull, neither pulling nor pushing, but his eyes flickered up to your own as you pressed into his thigh again. A spark fired in your brain with his eye contact, and you felt a smile curve your lips.
“Good boy.”
You watched in real time as Reth’s pupils all but blew, his breathing ragged against your chest as he returned to his attentions. You could feel the skin would be bruised, but he already knew how much you liked that. And with how much he liked being under you, the idea of Reth having a praise kink wasn’t too strange. One of his hands snaked around your waist, hand on your ass, pulling you against him, demanding the pressure you were angling for. You pulled his hair just enough to cause him to look back up to you, and then pressed at his chest lightly, shifting to push him to lay down on the couch. He was all too eager, hungry eyes watching your own chest rise and fall with laboured breath. His patience in the face of desire was sweet, and you bent down to draw him into a soft, long kiss before you stood, letting him watch as you teasingly removed your pants. Those hungry eyes were fixed on your crotch, but you weren’t going to let him have what he wanted just yet. You remained still for a moment until Reth reached out a hand for your own, eyes pleading as he pulled his lower lip into his mouth. You were both used to a different kind of power dynamic, and this newfound power over the man before you was oh so delicious.
“Come here?” He spoke somewhere above a whisper, and you obliged, mounting him and letting his hands wander back up to your chest.
“Do you know how you look right now?” You breathed out as you leant in for another kiss, moving your lips down his neck and nibbling over his collarbone.
“Desperate.” He was resolute in his answer, and you laughed lightly as you worked your lips back up his neck and to his ear.
“I would have said ‘ hungry’ .”
Reth groaned as you breathed past his ear, and you felt his hips shift involuntarily. You grabbed one of the hands on your chest and slowly moved it down to your thighs.
“For this?” You held his hand under yours, stroking the skin of your thigh as you watched his pupils tremble. He nodded, and you felt his fingertips twitch under your own, tracing your heated flesh. “Do you want to touch?”
“Please…” Your response to his words was clear, your own ears burning as arousal muddled your mind. You sat forward, allowing him to reach your soaked underwear more easily in his reclined position. Immediately, his hands were on you, one thumb brushing the fabric over your clit as the other hand sought the heat between your thighs, dipping into the wet fabric.
“Fuck…” Reth could only breathe heavily as he felt how aroused you were, and you watched his eyes unfocus as he swallowed heavily. Getting impatient yourself, you were quickly removing your underwear, feeling Reth’s hands return to your crotch with even more precision. He slid a finger in, and at that moment, you leant forward and pressed your thumb against his mouth, fingers gently resting under his chin. He looked up at you, and you smiled back down at him.
“Open up.”
If Reth struggled to split his attention, you would never know. The sensation of his fingers inside you as well as your finger inside his mouth was overwhelming in a way you had never known before. A moan tore from your throat as he pulled at your thumb with the broad of his tongue, fingers curling inside you.
“Oh… That’s…” Your words only made him more determined, and a string of curses fell from your lips as your hips bucked. A deep pressure inside your stomach was building rapidly with the movements of his fingers and tongue, your mind melting. Reth made a noise somewhere between a groan and growl, and you felt yourself suddenly moving forward, his hands pulling at your hips.
“Please…” His mouth was free now that you had caught yourself, and you felt his lips against the side of your knee. “Please…” Words had left him, and you felt similarly, his tongue and teeth grazing your thigh, working up.
Finally, you gave him what he was begging for. His mouth underneath you.
One of your hands remained on the back of the couch, the other on the arm, hips rocking against Reth’s face as he lapped desperately at your arousal. The heat was blissful, his breath between tongue strokes only serving to stimulate you more. Your knuckles were turning white on the couch, and your restraint was slowly dissipating as you felt yourself pressing down on him, wanting more. His hands pulled at your hips, demanding what you were desperately seeking, and you moaned wantonly as he sucked. Your mind was blanking, your body chasing the high that was building rapidly as you face fucked the man beneath you, grinding into the pressure and feeling your thighs tense. Unable to contain it any longer, you caught Reth’s head in your hand and held him down as you came, mind blank and blind to everything except the fireworks of heat ricochetting from your loins to your brain. It was all you could do to release him from your vice grip and fall back lightly, legs shaking violently as you struggled to form a coherent thought.
Reth was a mess, face burning and moist, licking his lips and wiping his cheeks as he grinned at your state.
“Good soup.” He whispered as you looked into his eyes, and you laughed between panting breaths, swatting at his side as you tried to sit up. His hands gripped your hips and for a moment you panicked at the thought of heavenly, torturous overstimulation, but Reth just kissed your inner thigh and helped support you on your way up.
“Well, that was…” You were struggling for words, still, and Reth chuckled lightly as he stood to join you.
“Delicious?”
“New.” You laughed, feeling light. “I’m not surprised you have a thing for praise.”
Reth snapped open his mouth to retort, but his face remained flushed. “Y-yeah. I guess I do.”
You drew closer after his confession, pulling him into your arms and pressing your chest to him.
“What a good boy.”
Reth could only manage a strangled groan in response, and pulled you into a deep hug, lightly lifting you and then burying his face into your neck.
“My Dragon… Sweet tooth, you’re killing me here.”
“I worried I was killing you before.” You pulled away slightly as you recalled losing control on the couch and all but smothering the man. “Could you breathe alright?”
“No.” Reth grinned as he looked back at you. “That was part of the fun.”
You had panicked for a moment but sighed heavily as he pulled you back into his chest.
“What about you?” You pulled on the waistband of his pants, “do you want any favours?”
Reth chuckled sheepishly.
“I was paid in full, sweet tooth. I’ll need a change of pants before my next shift.”
“Oh…” Your face burned, but you traced his neck with one hand, pulling his chin to make him look down at you. “What did it?”
Reth shivered, and cupped your face in his hands.
“You.” He grinned. “Taking control of me like that.”
“I thought you would have had enough of other people taking over.”
Reth kissed your forehead, and then your nose.
“Only you can ruin me, sweet tooth, and I’d thank you for it.”
Reth took you back into his arms, and you allowed him to hold you there, breathing in his scent before looking up at his face.
“I think I get it.” You lifted a hand to cup his face and gently kissed him. “I feel the same.”
Reth groaned again, and pressed another kiss to your lips.
“I might just take you up on that sweet tooth.” His fingers ran down your sides, and you shivered.
“Then I guess we can ruin each other.”