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…They lay together for a while afterwards, which wasn’t something they did often, if at all. Yor knew Loid always liked to go for a shower around this time, eager to freshen up before bed. But tonight it seemed he was in no rush to get up; no rush to stop her from discarding her negligee and cuddling up to him naked, her head on his broad chest, with her arm draped over his waist and their legs tangled up together.
It wasn’t often she got this chance either herself and…to be honest, she enjoyed these quieter moments just as much as, well, the rest of it.
The bed was warm and comfortable, and so was Loid. The fact that his skin was a little tacky with sweat wasn’t a problem to her. It felt cool against her lips when she kissed him mindlessly, always eager to savour him before she settled down again. And she liked the silence too, just picking up on the sound of the steady breathing, the occasional rustle of fabric, a shift in position…
“...Yor?” he called out into the night.
“Yes?”
“Oh, good, you’re awake. I wasn’t sure if you’d gone to sleep already.”
“O-oh, no, I’m awake,” she murmured, shifting slightly. “What is it?”
“Ah, just…I was wondering. What you said — those things — earlier… Did you mean them?”
Yor nuzzled further into his chest.
“Y-yes,” she said, grateful for the darkness that hid her blush though she was far gone being embarrassed by this stage in their...marriage. Still, it persisted.
“Oh,” Loid said.
She lifted her head now; looked up at him, eyebrows knitted.
“What…made you think I didn’t?” she asked.
She could hear Loid hesitate.
“I– I’m not sure,” he answered.
Yor thought he was about to add something to that, but he didn’t. So she put her head back on his chest and they lay together in silence again. She made sure to listen to his heartbeat, which sounded calm, steady, in his chest. Not elevated, as she might have expected. She wasn’t even sure what to expect.
But somehow she expected…Loid’s gentle touch, his fingers grazing the top of her bare shoulder, sliding down her arm and back up again.
“I just— It’s funny really, being a psychiatrist,” he said eventually. “Seeing all those patients when in fact my own upbringing…wasn’t particularly great.”
“No…?” she prompted, a little cautiously.
“No. I mean—” he sighed; heartbeat still steady. “Affection wasn’t part of my childhood. Wasn’t common after, well…”
She heard a sharp, almost shaky intake of breath, followed by, “Never mind. It doesn’t matter.”
“It’s alright. You don’t need to tell me immediately,” she said, squeezing him as gently as she could muster without risking a broken rib or two. “But…if you ever want to, I’m here to listen.”
There was another shift; eyes searching for each other.
“...Thank you, Yor,” he said. “I— Maybe one day, just…”
“Just not today,” she finished for him.
“No…” he said.
She nuzzled further into him, taking in his scent, the light smell of his cologne from earlier in the day. At times like this she was never sure what to say afterwards. Not in a bad way! Just…that it was something she’d become aware of — silence in the air. Not oppressive, nor uncomfortable or awkward. It just sat there for a moment.
She was sure Loid felt the same whenever she opened up to him. There was always that slight apprehension between them, peeling back the layers, revealing themselves to each other, both figuratively and literally.
“...I’m sorry,” she said.
Loid sat up a little. “What? Why?”
“...I– I should’ve asked you beforehand. I should’ve stopped to check—”
Loid squeezed her shoulder. “No, Yor. I…I liked it. Really. Very much.”
She turned her head, chin resting on his chest. “Are you sure?”
She could feel his fingertips trailing up her shoulder and her neck, fingers getting tangled in her hair.
He swallowed. “Yes,” he confirmed.
Something settled deep within her, warm and heavy.
“...What did you like about it?” she found herself asking.
“Hm?” he prompted, a little absentmindedly.
“I said, um, what did you like about it?”
“O-oh, well…All of it. Really, I enjoyed it all. As always.”
“Oh,” she said.
“But, ah, more specifically…it was what you said. When you called me—”
“A good boy?” she prompted.
There was that unmistakeable hitch in his throat. “Yes. Like that.”
“...Good boy,” she repeated.
She felt Loid squirm underneath her. “Y-yes. Oh.”
She smiled. “I like calling you that too.”
Her eyes darted just a little downwards. The darkness made it hard to spot but…Yor wasn’t stupid. She knew; knew that…if she let her hand wander down his chest, just grazing at his nipple before trailing down his solid stomach to settle right below his belly button then…
Loid would buck his hips up and groan, eager for her touch.
And he certainly wouldn’t mind Yor leaning up, her lips just pressing against his throat, as she whispered:
“You’re so very good to me, Loid.”
“O-oh, yes,” he said, shuddering. “I— try to.”
She kissed him there, resisting the urge to mark him.
“I— I can stop, if that is what you wish,” she said.
“Yes. No. I mean—”
Yor stopped.
“Do you— do you want to go for another round?”
“Yes, but I’m not sure if I can manage more than… this.”
“That’s alright,” she told him. “You’ve already done so well till now.”
“Y-yes… But, ah, we can certainly try again,” he said, swallowing; his adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. “Please.”
Yor hummed, smiling against the sensitive skin of his neck. Her hand slipped further down, skittish fingers just hovering above.
“Can I?” she asked.
“Please…” he gasped.
She took him in hand; he was so hot to the touch and half-hard, yet…begging for her ; for more . Yor felt that heat pool deep in her core again. But she’d had her fill — quite literally — so… She gave him a few experimental strokes, getting him used to the sensation.
After a moment of this, she asked, “Shall I, um get the lube out?”
“N-no need, just…”
She spat in her hand and Loid fell back against the pillows. “Oh, fuck , that’s— hot.”
“I know,” she said as she stroked him now, slow and gentle, coating him with her saliva.
“More?” she asked.
“Yes, please.”
Yor smirked. “I have an idea.”
“W-what?”
Without warning, she withdrew from his touch. She slid further down the bed, coming to settle between his legs where…she hovered just above his hot, aching cock.
“Yor, if you do that I—” he started, his fingers digging into her shoulder.
But he didn’t finish as she leant in; pressed a kiss right on the tip of his cock.
“O-oh,” he said, swallowing thickly. “Fuck, that’s…really nice.”
She kissed him again gently, her tongue just swiping against the soft skin as she trailed down his cock. She loved the heady scent of it, loved watching how it drove him mad above her.
She took his balls into her warm mouth, sucking on them softly, bobbing her head as she pumped his shaft. The sounds that came out of both of them were positively obscene at this point. Yor loved it; loved how it made Loid swear and whimper above.
“Fuck, Yor, please–!”
Yor withdrew for a moment, coming up for air.
“Look at you, taking me so well,” she murmured in more praise, peppering him with kisses and licking at the tip and slit.
“Y-yes…” he breathed out, offering nothing else.
Then, without warning, she took him fully into her mouth, burying her nose in his crotch.
“ Fuck !” he yelled, his hands gripping her shoulders for support.
Then she pulled off.
“That’s all for you,” she said.
She came up to meet him, their lips crashing together now as they kissed with ferocious urgency. Yor did not let up, stroking his slick cock, making him feel just as good as she had made him feel earlier. It was what he deserved, really, for everything he had done.
And it took no time between her touch and her whispering sweet nothings for Loid to spill over her fingers, hips jutting up and him shuddering against the pillows. Yor kept at it — because she was nothing if not persistent — until there was nothing more. Nothing more than Loid’s shaky breaths, his eyes on her always.
Then she let go. But not quite, for he whimpered when she brought her hand up to taste him on her, whined as he watched her savour the bitter sweetness, and made no more sound after that as he collapsed back against the pillows, exhausted.
Yor giggled, and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“Well done, darling.”
They showered together afterwards. That was lovely and sweet, too. And so utterly domestic; soaping each other up and working shampoo and conditioner into a lather in each other’s hair, their hands meeting and parting, before settling in the grooves and crevices of wet and warm skin.
She stole a kiss from Loid under the shower head as he washed his hair.
He stole one back when they got out together.
Then they dried off and cleaned their teeth together side by side.
When they were done, they lay on the bed again. This time, however, Yor was against the pillows with Loid on top of her, his head on her chest and nuzzling into her touch.
“...Yor?”
“Y-yes?” she asked, stilling the fingers that were stroking his damp hair.
“Nothing, just…”
His grip on her tightened; he kissed her skin.
“...Thank you,” he said.
And that was more than enough.