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Oxygen felt thicker all of a sudden, the air inside of you seemed to cling onto the walls of your lungs, protesting at entry and protesting leaving, the drumming of your heart echoing in your ears impossibly loud as Rafayel gripped your wrist, colour seeping into his cheeks.
“I could’ve sworn I smelled this fragrance before” the words seemingly melting on your wrist, the warm flush of skin on skin, heat on heat, as he inhaled deeper, intoxicated.
The tension was incredibly thick as it hung in the air and as cute as he looked, sensitive and vulnerable in the very palm of your hand, you decided on doing the smart thing which is to leave.
Attempting to pull your hand away, Rafayel doubles down and grabs your wrist again, his hand feverish to the touch, emanating heat. His eyes stern yet heavy lidded with evident desire, drinking you in, his pink lips slightly parted.
“Let me smell it again…” he closes his eyes and takes in the scent on your wrist, nuzzling against it as he let out an incredibly shaky breath, the air warm and ticklish against the sensitive skin, his attempt at maintaining the restraint he has left.
“What is this weird perfume?” His voice was growing more hoarse, and the heat within him was clearly growing, pulling down on his collar yet the cold air proved to be futile against the growing heat within, it was clear he was all hot and bothered.He rambled something about allergic reactions and underhanded methods but his words fell on deaf ears as you felt the heat pooling in your core, your heart racing as he never let go of your wrist, and you noticed beads of sweat beginning to form on his porcelain skin,
“Who gave you the perfume? Who sent it?”
oh god he sounded whiny. Hoarse. If you knew the perfume had this effect on him you would’ve worn it more often…
“Rafayel, are you drunk?”
“I’m not drunk…. I just don’t like the scent” His restraint was unraveling at the seams, it seems like you alone could be his undoing, intoxicated by what he claims is your perfume but this isn’t the first time you wore it, no, he seemed drunk on you, on your scent.
It felt like lava was mixing with the blood coursing in your veins and you tried to collect whatever pieces left of your own self control and leave before things escalate. The idea of such things excited you and just the idea left you feeling sore and needy against him. But life was life and you had work tomorrow and it would probably be the wise thing to do to leave and have your desires to be just fantasies for your mind to indulge in during the late, sleepless hours of the night.
As you retracted your hand he gave a gentle bite to the palm of your hand, your soft skin caught between his teeth,
“Are you trying to run away again?”
Fuck.
His heavy lidded eyes were coated with desire, but not hazy. They were never hazy but instead sharp and clear, taking in every part of you and it seemed like just his eyes alone undressed you.You don’t know when he ended up closer to you, or maybe it was you closer to him, but you were now acutely aware of his minty, shaky breath against your face,
“Don’t think that I don’t know what you’re about to do, I wont fall for it this time” He mumbled in a raspy whisper but contrary to his words you felt plush, warm lips against yours, gentle at first. Surreal. The way you melted into each other was nothing short of addicting and instinctively your hands wrapped around his neck, strong cords of muscle against your fingertips and you pushed him closer to you. Body against body. Lips against lips. Breath on breath. Your hands found their way to his hair, mauve locks between your fingers and you gave his hair a tug and he groaned against your lips, his knee between your thighs as he used his leg to spread your legs apart, his kisses growing more frantic, hungrier, as if you were his lifeline.
Hands on his broad chest, you pushed him away, desperate for air, panting against each other
“Rafayel, we shouldn’t” you barely managed to say in between gasps of air.
His thumb came up to your lips, sliding gently back and forth, most likely admiring the smudge of your lipstick. His doing.
“But-“ his hands stroked your palms, so gentle but every touch was electric beneath your skin.One moment you were both not quite upright but not quite laying down, one of his legs in between your thighs as you both heaved against each other after a kiss that should’ve been had ages ago, his hands tenderly stroking the delicate skin on your palms and the next moment he grasped both of your hands above your head, the motion laying you flat on your back as he’s now fully on top of you and rendering you immobilized.
“But.. I’m sooo thirsty” he said as a groan against the curve of your neck as he inhaled you scent, peppering kisses at first. Your neck sensitive, and you sighed squirming slightly against his teasing touches. Too much. Too close. His skin lingering with the scent of soap and a faint inkling of paint. He was so, so close it overwhelmed you senses, your head spinning, yet somehow it was not enough. No not nearly enough. What a contradiction.
Work be damned. I’m calling in sick tomorrow
“Is this okay? Are you okay? If we go any farther I won’t be able to hold myself back and stop” He said through his eyelashes and you glanced down slightly to look back at him, needy and whining against you, it made you buzz with desire as you felt the heat and throb below, dampness pooling in your underwear and you nodded at him, “Yes, please Rafayel”
The corner of his mouth lifted up, a slight smirk as he sighed in the crook of your neck “Good. Let’s drown together..”He was trying to be patient.
He really was, and you could tell - his desire fighting for escape beneath the fabric of his trousers, poking the lower part of your abdomen
Leaving a trail of kisses up and down your neck, he finds the spot that makes you squirm, inhaling a sharp breath, and he bites down. Kissing and sucking and biting against the thin skin of your neck, teeth grazing against your jugular and in between him ravaging your neck, his precise artist hands release the hold on your wrists and work on your buttons,
“Rafayel please I don’t have patience anymore please. I need you.” You didn’t mean for it to come out of you sounding so breathless and needy but right then and there something primal overtook him, pupils dilated so much it seems that his eyes physically darkened. He clenched his jaw and all hell went with patience, so much so he yanked your blouse off, ripping apart all the buttons as they fell to the ground around you. As soon as you open your mouth to protest he’s a step ahead of you, “I’ll get you a new one don’t worry” he whispered, breathy, against your lips as he devoured them again, hands falling over the soft, perfumed skin of your body greedily. Both of you desperate to get closer and closer to each other, hands rushing to get the clothes of your bodies.
Snaking lowers and lower, one of his hands rode up your thigh until it reached the wetness of what was left of your clothes, your underwear, and a low throaty laugh escaped him,
”so wet, and all for me?” He whispered against your lips.You gasped at the sensation. How can you be greedy for so much more but the slightest touch from him feels like it’d be your undoing? His expert, slender hands work their way in a consistent, overwhelming motion as he observed you with dark, hungry eyes. Noting the rhythm, pace and places that have your back arching, you whimpering, your breath caught in your throat.
”Fuck just looking at you is enough to make me finish” He finds his way to the base of your throat, leaving his markings as if he were engraving them into your physiology, into your bones, claiming you for hundreds of years - so deep you were sure that you’d have to wear turtle necks for the next few weeks afterwards. “This is all because of that fragrance of yours, it drives me insane” He said moaning and inhaling your scent against the swell of your breasts.“Is it now?” you retort, breathlessly.“no.“Of course perhaps the perfume was a catalyst but it was just that. “no, I wanted to do this for a loongg time” Words coming out as a whisper against your ear, he playfully bit down and tugged at your ear as his slender hands worked meticulously down there, the consistent rhythm proving to be achingly slow but so, so delicious as you clenched around him, gripping on to the fabric of the sheets
“Fuck, Rafayel im so close!” As soon as those words left your lips he pulled his hand away, leaving you suddenly frustrated “no please” you cry out desperately, tears threatened to form in your eyes but he lowers himself, tearing the fabric of your underwear from between your leg, his mouth now at your slickness as he devours you in ways you never thought imaginable; your hands shooting up to his hair as you moan and groan, resuming the ride to your climax as you came undone against his lips. But even as you ride the waves of your orgasm he keeps eating, “I’m not done… not satisfied ” he whispers in between your thighs, his hands gently caressing your thighs - a stark contrast to the movements of his mouth. The overstimulation teetering the edge of pain and pleasure but he worked against you, and it felt like he was eating you out for his enjoyment, his nails digging into your thighs, leaving soft crescent moons in your flesh, “Raf! I can’t anymore!” The coil in your stomach turning tighter and tighter and suddenly it came undone, waves of pleasure and you clenched and unclenched against him, finishing once more in record speed. And as he unlatched himself from you, eyes dark and mouth glistening with your slick as he brought his thumb to his lips and wiped it off before licking his thumb, “so fucking sweet.”Still coming down from your previous highs, you heard the sound of foil in-front of you ripping, and in a blink of an eye he positions himself between your legs, your hands intertwined as his cock lingers in front of your entrance, teasing you slightly with anticipation, watching your patience tick away before slowly inserting himself, watching your eyes as he himself winces as your walls take him in deeper and deeper, biting his lip to prevent the moan that threatens to escape him but to no avail and he groans at your tightness, at the sensation of it all. And the fact it’s you, “Rafayel I love you..” you whisper to him, eyes hazy and cheeks stained with tears. “God, fuck, I love you too.”He tried to take it slow, tenderly, as you adjusted to his size, both your hands held onto each other as he tried to find a comfortable rhythm but with you looking so messy, so beautiful beneath him and with your confession, it wasn’t easy. At that moment, the gentle rock of his hips, the longing look in both of your eyes, the linger of a hand on a cheek, sweet words falling from both your mouths, you both looked like you were making love, his tongue wet with praise as he tried to take it slow, it was so incredibly intimate. But he couldn’t keep that up for long, and he picked up the pace, it quickly turning into indulgent, deranged, debauchery - bodies slick with sweat, hot mouths against each other, hands roaming everywhere. His sweet praise turning into dirty words whispering against your ear. When you felt the nearing of your collective ecstasy, he flipped you around, cycling a variety of positions and angles, from him wearing your ankles as earrings to alternating whoever was on top, each was something new as he treated you like a toy, his toy, both of your highs retreating back everytime he flipped you around; like a kettle denied boil, brought to the edge and returned back. It frustrated you but it felt so, so good. However, the overstimulation was too much and you couldn’t hold back the tears that streamed down your face, and he tenderly wiped them away, leaving gentle kisses in their wake before trailing down to your jaw, biting, kissing, sucking on whatever skin he could reach as your bodies rocked and slammed against each other. When you couldn’t hold back your tears anymore, the overstimulation leaving your entire body tingly and your mind blank and fuzzy, you cried out his name as this time he didn’t stop, didn’t change, and he kept going as you climbed and rode the wave of your high, your walls pulling him in, bringing on his own as he chanted your name like a prayer. “You look so goddamn gorgeous fucked out like this” He said as he pulled back to look at you before giving you a loving kiss on the cheek, pulling himself out.You slumped, eyes closed for some rest as he cleaned you and sat you up, offering you a glass of cold water in his hand,
“Are you okay? Was that okay?” He asked so, so lovingly, almost innocently as you nodded, your brain too tired to form words from the most mind numbing, brain fucking, mouth watering session you ever hand in your entire life.
Drinking the water, you gave it back to him and shut your eyes once more, feeling the muscles vibrate beneath your skin and as you heard him set the cup of water down with a gentle thud, you heard the familiar sound of foil ripping, your eyes shot open and in a blink of an eye he was on top of you again,
“What?” He chuckled, “You can’t think that just that was enough. I’m a starved man dying with thirst… could you be my aid?” He said as he stroked your hand absentmindedly, awaiting your answer, “I could never deny you.” Your words came out as a purr to his ears.He grabbed your hand and brought up your wrist to his nose, taking in your fragrance again. His demeanor changing suddenly again, his pupils blown out as he looked at you practically salivating.
“Your safe word is blue, scream it when you can’t scream my name anymore”