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“God, Chan, fuck!”
Sana gasps, lifting her head from between your thighs to look back at Chan. He smirks at her, thrusting into her again just as forcefully, punching out a moan. Your hand rakes through her hair, and she closes her eyes, lower lip caught between her teeth as Chan continues railing her.
“I don’t know how you aren’t a pile of jelly all the time, babe.” She says, glancing up at you with a soft smile.
You let out a weak laugh, thumb grazing her cheek. “Oh believe me, I am.” Your eyes meet Chan’s over her head, and your heart flutters at the fondness in his eyes. “He’s very good to me.”
Chan leans forward, pressing his chest to Sana’s back and hooking his chin over his shoulder to get closer to you. “She’s just as good to me,” he replies, a hand threading into Sana’s hair. “So behave and spoil my princess.”
He shoves her head down, her arms buckling under his strength. Her nose bumps your clit, and she moans at the changed angle of Chan’s thrusts. Her tongue darts out to lick up your slit, returning to the task she’d been hard at work doing before Chan distracted her.
“Sana,” you moan, back arching when her plump lips wrap around your clit and she sucks, a wave of pleasure shooting through your core. Chan brings a hand around, sliding two of his fingers into you under her chin, throttling you over the edge of your orgasm when he curves them upward and targets your g-spot with the tactical precision only he could achieve.
Your legs tremble around them. Sana keeps licking you, head dipping lower and tilting to force her tongue into you alongside Chan’s fingers and back out, trailing up to circle your clit again.
“Shit, shitshitshit.”
Chan pushes up, his fingers slipping out of you as he repositions to fuck into Sana harder. The ministrations of her tongue falter as she moans, her hands gripping your thighs when she cums, a high-pitched whine keening from her throat.
“Fuck, so tight.” Chan grunts out between thrusts before stuttering to a stop, and a prolonged groan rumbles from his chest. He pulls out, panting as he stumbles back off the bed and rips the condom off, tying it and chucking it into the small trash can under the desk.
Sana rests her head on your thigh, catching her breath. You run a hand over her head, playing with her hair as you watch your boyfriend saunter into the adjoining bathroom, enjoying the way his ass moves when he walks. A soft press of lips at the juncture of your thigh brings your attention back to Sana, and she smiles up at you before pushing up to her elbows and crawling up your body.
“That was so fun.” She giggles, slotting her lips over yours. “Thank you for trusting me enough to do this.”
“Of course, beautiful. I don’t think there’s anyone else we would rather have join us in bed. You know how much we love you.” Your hand caresses her face, pushing aside some hair that falls forward.
Chan walks out of the bathroom, a damp washcloth in his hand, and agrees with you. “That’s true, noona. I don’t think we would have been comfortable with anyone else.” He approaches you both on the bed, offering first to clean Sana and then you. His face is bright and warm when he leans down to kiss you softly while he wipes the cloth down your folds.
“Thank you, my love.” You whisper, and he kisses your forehead before heading back to the bathroom to discard the washcloth.
Sana rolls off the bed and reaches for her clothes, slipping back into her dress. She backs up to the bed, a silent plea for you to help her with the zipper when she holds her hair aside.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay?” You ask, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. She turns to face you, cupping your cheek.
“Tonight’s not about me, babe.” She dips down, leaving a wet kiss on the apple of your cheek. “You two enjoy the rest of your anniversary, and I’ll see you on Monday.”
Chan meets her at the door, dressed in boxers and a muscle tank, holding his sweatpants. You hear him offer to walk her to the lobby, but she declines, kissing his cheek and slipping through the door. He tosses the sweatpants on to the armchair and tugs his shirt off.
Slinking further down the bed, you spread your arms and make grabby hands at Chan. “Cuddles?”
He grins, slinking over and sliding into the bed between your legs, nuzzling his face into your chest. You wrap your arms around his head, raking your fingers through his curls and giggling when his breath huffs over your skin.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” You ask. He nods, pursing his lips to pepper kisses over your sternum.
“I did. Did you?” He looks up at you, resting on his left cheek. You nod, biting your lower lip. Chan’s hand comes up to tug it free. “What’s with the lip? What’s on your mind, my love?”
Of course he picks up on your nervous habit. You shrug, glancing away briefly. His hand brings your face back to look at him. You sigh. “I don’t know. Now that it’s over, my brain is kind of going crazy trying to convince me that you’re gonna leave me now, like I won’t be enough for you anymore.”
Chan’s eyes go wide, his head lifting in disbelief. “Baby, what?! No, never. You’re my dream woman, why would I leave you? You’re so perfect for me.”
Your head drops back against the pillow. “I know! Logically, I know you’re not going to leave, but… I don’t know.”
Chan shifts, propping himself up to look down at you, cradling your face with one hand. “Hey.” He pauses, waiting until your eyes meet his to continue talking. “What do you need right now?”
Chewing on your lip, you glance at the balcony door. “Can we sit outside and cuddle?”
In response, he gets up, holding out a hand to help you off the bed. You reach for his discarded muscle tank, slipping it on before returning your hand to his. “No panties?” His brow lifts, a dimple peeking out with his smirk.
You shake your head, stepping past him when he opens the door. “They’d just get in the way.”
Chan bites back a laugh, moving to sit on the small outdoor couch and patting his thighs for you to sit. You climb on, tucking your knees to his hips and wrapping your arms around his neck, tucking your face to one side. He runs his hands up your thighs to your hips, flipping up the bottom edge of his shirt, then back to your knees over and over.
You don’t care if your ass is hanging out. You’re on the twenty-fifth floor of the hotel, overlooking the ocean. Anyone who would see you two wouldn’t make out enough details to know who either of you are.
That knowledge spurs you on, rocking your hips gently. Chan’s fingers grip your skin tighter momentarily, and you feel his shoulders tighten. You press a warm kiss to his neck, loosening your arms.
“I love you so much.” You murmur quietly.
He hears you anyway, the two of you the only ones occupying any of the nearby balconies. He pulls you back by the nape of your neck, to look at your face. His dark eyes shine in the moonlight, reflecting back her silvery glow.
“You’re everything to me, princess. I love you more than you can even imagine.”
It’s so soft and vulnerable when he whispers it, breath catching on a word. You bring your thumb to his cheek, fingertips slipping into the edges of his curls.
“Kiss me, Channie.”
And so he does.
His mouth is soft, familiar, soothing when his lips meet yours in a dance you’ve danced thousands of times before. Chan’s hands grip your hips, pushing you forward to grind in his lap, against the growing bulge in his boxers. You hum in approval, opening your mouth to drag your tongue against his upper lip. He captures your lower lip in response, trapping it between his teeth and flicking his own tongue across it.
You run your hands down his chest, over his abs, to the elastic of his boxers. Hooking a finger around the band, you tug it away from his skin, enough to slip your other hand in and wrap your hand around his cock. He’s not fully hard yet, a problem you solve with a few slow pumps of your hand, guiding the edge of the boxers in your other fingers to catch under his balls. That same hand moves to the edge of the shirt you wear, lifting the fabric pooled between you.
You lick an obnoxious stripe over his mouth, pulling away slightly. “Want you, Chris.”
“You have me, baby. Forever.” He responds, hazy eyes still locked on your mouth before he’s chasing your lips again. You lift onto your knees enough to guide his cock to your entrance, rubbing the head around your entrance briefly to gather some of your slick arousal. When you sink down on him, you sigh into his mouth, finally content.
Your hips meet his, and you bite his tongue, sucking it as it retreats and he draws back. “Do you want to ride me, or do you want me to do it, princess?”
Pressing your forehead to his, you roll your hips softly, like you had been before he got hard. “This. Just this, please.”
He lets you set the pace, a soft, languid rhythm for which he continues to kiss you and trail his hands up and down your body. His touch is reassuring, reverent in its travels over your skin. Chan tucks a sweep of hair out of your face, looking up at you with happiness bleeding in his expression.
You feel it, his words. He loves you. He loves you so much.
His thumb wipes away a tear that falls from one eye, then the other. His lips follow, replacing the tear track with a kiss.
“Marry me.” He says softly, startling you. Your hips pause as you stare at him, eyes wide.
“What?!”
He says it more firmly. “Marry me. Please. I was going to do this properly tomorrow, but I just can’t keep it in any longer.” He kisses your chest, right over your heart, through your borrowed shirt. “Let me spend the rest of my life devoted to you, baby.”
You balk at him for a moment, a startled laugh of disbelief huffing out of you. “I- you are so backwards sometimes. We just slept with our friend and now you’re proposing to me mid-fuck?”
He flashes a wide smile, wide enough to have both dimples on display and his eyes crinkled. “What can I say, I’m a man who knows what he wants.” He laughs at your slack jaw. “So? Will you marry me and make me the happiest man ever?”
Shaking your head faintly, you scoff. “As if I would ever say no.”
The dimples return. “God, I love you so much.”
Leaning forward, you place a soft peck to his mouth, before clenching down around his cock. “Then prove it.” The moonlight glinting in his eyes as he tucks his tongue into his cheek and arches a brow sends a shiver down your spine.
God, you love this man.