Chapter Text
“Oh, Yor, God — you feel so good ,” Loid moaned, tipping his head back. As he sank deeper into her, it nearly drove him mad, how tight, how hot she felt and it took every last bit of his strength to not just fuck his wife silly.
It didn’t help that Yor’s calves still tried to encircle his waist, defying his attempts to keep her knees apart. It didn’t help either that his entire body moved forward with each thrust, so that their noses bumped together, so that they were panting between them and Yor kept looking at him — looking at him in that particular way.
And Loid knew she wouldn’t let up. Ever. No matter how hard he tried to ignore it, by burying his face in her neck and taking in her smell; rose perfume, light sweat and shampoo. So he just let Yor get her hands tangled up in his soft, thick hair and watch him through half-lidded eyes; watch the way his lips parted and he groaned as her hips pressed into his and he pushed in her deeper.
“So I feel good?” she asked, smiling up at him.
“Very,” he breathed out.
“Mm. That’s good to know,” she said and kissed him once, then twice, tugging at his bottom lip between her teeth as she broke the kiss.
“And you know…” she continued, nipping at his lip.
“Yes?”
“You feel really good too, Loid.”
Loid suddenly pulled back, eyes wide as he stared at her.
“D-Do I?” he prompted.
“Y-yes,” she said, biting her lip.
His cock twitched imperceptibly below. This was…unusual, he thought, as Yor leaned forward, meeting him in the middle to capture his lips. But he didn’t mind, losing himself to the embrace, letting himself be swept away as he started to slowly move again inside her.
Yor kissed extremely well, considering her general lack of experience. Not that that indicated anything, because she’d been quite eager to learn from the get-go. And…
“I have a good teacher,” she’d told him once, blushing as she drew out his bottom lip between her teeth and he’d sank deeper into her, swelling with pride.
…She was doing it again now, softly moaning as she nibbled on his lip before capturing it and drawing it out. Loid groaned and deepened their kiss until they broke apart just to resurface.
Loid looked down just for a moment; taking in the sight of her flushed chest, her pillow-soft breasts…
Without thinking, he grabbed one in his palm and leaned down. No, not to capture the other in his mouth — not yet at least — but instead to nuzzle into her neck, lick and nip a little at the sensitive skin there. He had to make sure not to leave a mark, but to make sure he did enough just to tease her. Perhaps, to undo her.
His fingers brushed over Yor’s nipple and she hugged him tighter.
“More,” she moaned.
He gave her more. With both hands, he began to palm and massage her breasts. It was important to note that Yor wasn’t entirely unclothed. She was still in her black silk negligee, but it was useless as an actual garment, hiked up around her waist with her tits spilling out.
And to Loid? It was a maddening sight to behold.
He leant in again; licked and nipped a trail up her neck and to her jaw, until he felt Yor’s hand at his cheek. Their lips met again in quick succession and he rolled his hips, feeling her tremble against him.
“I can’t get enough of you,” she gasped as she broke their kiss. Her hand dropped, fingers trailing over his arm comfortingly, her legs wrapped around him even more, coaxing him.
“You— you can’t?” he asked, pinching her nipple between thumb and forefinger.
“No-o,” she said in a broken moan.
Fuck. That was doing things to him. Why was it doing things to him? He’d had plenty of partners before, he knew how to get them turned on, to get them to reveal themselves, to tease information out of them—
But Yor? She was different. She got him talking, so…
“Tell me,” he asked, rolling his hips slowly, tweaking her nipple, making sure she could feel it.
“Just—” she bit back a moan. “You’re very caring. Very attentive. It’s just…very sexy.”
Loid came to a halt.
“S-sexy?” he echoed, eyes wide.
Yor just giggled, tightening her grip on him, almost like she would crush him.
“Yes, very,” she answered, blushing bright red.
She reached out, pushing back his sweat-slick bangs and running a hand through his hair, her fingers on his scalp sent tingles down his spine, jolting them both forward into each other’s touch.
“Oh, like that, please,” she moaned, tipping her head back.
Without thinking, Loid dropped his hands back down to grip her hips tighter. He thrust deeper into her.
“H-how are you so good?” she asked.
“I—I’m not sure but…”
Loid trailed off. He couldn’t find the right words. And…judging by how Yor’s hand at his arm moved up, cresting his shoulder, tracing circles in the grooves and dips of his neck and collarbone, it didn’t seem as though she was particularly interested in an answer to her rhetorical question.
“You just are,” she said quietly, smiling gently, her face a picture of bliss already.
Fuck, he thought again. But he wasn’t going to question it (not now). Part of being a spy involved just going with the flow so…
So he buried his cock deeper in her; not moving, just letting her feel him, and letting her hands wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. They kissed again as Loid’s hands slid back up and over the slippery silk of her useless negligee.
“Like that,” she whispered as he palmed her tits again.
“Feels good?” he prompted.
Yor nodded, blushing. She kissed him harder as he pinched her nipples, her hips rising to meet him, clenching around his cock.
Fuck, he thought again, assessing his options now, otherwise she really would be the end of him. Luckily, as a spy, a split-second was all he needed to come to another decision.
He broke the kiss, burying his face into her neck again, tongue swiping over the hot skin, nipping as he trailed further down.
“This too?” he whispered.
“Yes…” Yor breathed out, gasping softly as he kissed down her chest.
“And how about this…?” he asked.
Yor lifted her head, lips parted. But Loid didn’t wait for an answer; he captured his breast in her mouth.
“Oh— Oh yes, please,” Yor breathed out, eyes trained on him, watching him like he was a target.
And Loid — disregarding all his training that required him to shake off any keen observers — readily gave into it.
His mouth immediately closed on one of her nipples, teeth nipping at it gently as his hand mindlessly palmed and pinched her other breast. Yor inhaled sharply, and Loid relished this time in the way she tugged at his hair, coaxing him further.
He released her nipple with a wet pop and Yor whimpered in frustration. He wasn’t often such a tease like this; that was normally her role. But he couldn’t help but play into it as he took her other nipple into his mouth. This time she cried out softly, hips rising up to meet him a second time as he swirled and flicked his tongue around the soft pink nub, humming as he did so.
Loid closed his eyes, the familiar darkness engulfing him. He operated best in the dark; more primed to catch the little details. Yor’s soft warm skin. The rise and fall of her body in tune with every move he made, like some elaborately choreographed dance sequence. Her hand at the back of his head, tugging the soft locks of his hair, the hitch in her breath…
It wasn’t long before he felt like he was teetering on the edge, right on the precipice of—
“...Good boy,” Yor whispered to him.
Loid’s eyes flew wide open, meeting hers.
“Say that again,” he blurted out.
“Good boy,” she repeated, voice low in her throat.
The words went straight to his core and suddenly, everything somehow clicked into place. He pulled back from her embrace, and sat up, cock jutting out.
“Oh…” Yor groaned at the sudden emptiness.
But it wasn’t for long at all; Loid untangled her legs from around his waist and pushed them forwards so that her knees practically touched her shoulders, so that she was spread wide open just for him.
“Very good…” Yor managed to say, spurring him on. Loid held the backs of her thick thighs and rolled his hips, his hard, leaking cock just brushing against her glistening pussy. Back and forth, watching the way Yor’s mouth fell open, her eyes blown wide. He could feel the tension in her thighs as she tried to urge him, but...
“You want this, don’t you?” he teased.
“Yes, Loid—”
He took the plunge.
“— Oh .”
He fucked her. Quick, shallow thrusts, giving way to him slamming into her, filling her before leaving her clenching around nothing . Over and over, as the bed creaked very loudly, as Loid worried briefly whether it would break on them, as Yor just moaned, and tugged at his hair and urged him on.
“More,” she said, head bent to watch his cock disappear into her before she squeezed her eyes tight shut and threw herself back against the pillows.
“Please, oh, Loid, you’re doing so well,” she managed, whimpering as he slowed down but still fucked her just as deep. With all the sensations dancing on the ends of their frazzled nerves; Loid wasn’t sure how long he could keep up like this.
But then he wondered:
“What if I do this too?”
“Do what—?” she started, only for Loid’s fingers to brush against her clit.
“Oh, fuck, Loid, yes! Just like that—!” she whimpered, grabbing onto him as he rubbed her clit furiously.
Soon, she was cumming — he knew it far too well now; the way she shuddered against him, pressing up into him, moaning. But Loid didn’t let up, not until he felt himself draw closer to his own release. He could feel it. That heat building in him, fast approaching that peak. He thought to warn her, tell her that he’d pull out, but Yor broke free from his grip, her legs ensnaring him.
“...Good boy,” she told him.
That was all that was needed for him to cum deep inside her. Yor’s hips rocked with him, drawing out his release until there was nothing else left. Her hands were all over him as he pulled out, fingers running up and down his aching muscles, stroking him mindlessly as she peppered him with kisses, just reminding him of how good, how wonderful and amazing he was—
Loid collapsed on top of her.
And there was nothing more to say.