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You knew the moment you met him that fount is a rather passionate cookie. His gentle, controlled voice, his kind smile, and how he seemed to shed his light on everyone who even approached him, but you weren't expecting the amount of love you would receive now that you had claimed the title of his lover. Pet names, kisses, hugs, insightful conversations, personal questions, Meaningful silences. It was as if his heart was made of the tackiest toffy there is, sticking to you the second you touched it. You didn't mind at all of course, you enjoyed being loved on and treated preciously, especially since you got more time to squeeze that FAT ass again (don't forget why we’re here) and you also found pleasure in showering Fount in adoration and tenderness.
You and Fount were together in his room. It was some time around the afternoon, at least you figured from how brightly the sun illuminated the room through his curtains, filling the room with apricity and wrapping it in an opaline haze. You both were on his bed, sitting together closely. He was reading a rather lengthy book while you were behind him, brushing his ineffable, downy hair with your fingers. It was the most elysian thing you had ever seen or touched, and naturally also something that distracted you during class. He seemed to have percipience when it came to what took your focus from him.
The feeling of his hair against your fingers was softer than anything you had ever felt, it almost was like a liquid, flowing through your fingers, never tangling as if it knew your palms too well to get lost as it gleamed like a galaxy. like the cosmos and every star within was woven into each silken strand of hair on his head. The way the sun casts a soft moonglade on each smooth strand as he sat with such dignified posture gave him a goddess-like presence you could get lost in. Along with his hair's irresistible beauty, it also had the most ambrosal scent you could imagine. Warm angel milk, maple cream, something like a bakery or coffee shop. though it was laced with a slight magic, something earthy yet whimsical and mysterious. sage, lavender, tea, and something that could only bloom when kissed by the moonlight, to be perceived by your senses exclusively when you were at your safest, and it filled you with comfort.
You snuggled against his shoulder, his head resting atop yours as he read his book, and you simply enjoyed his company. It was an irenic, domestic scene, a cwtch you two shared.You turned your head and pressed a fond kiss to his cheek. You waited for him to turn and face you, his cheeks a little rosy and a smile on his lips. You kiss him on the lips once he looks at you, letting it be brief but genuine. Once you break the kiss, he sets the book down and focuses his attention on you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.
“Whats with the affection all of a sudden?”
He asks, but it's clear he doesn't really care for an answer, he just doesn't want you to stop. He nuzzles the nape of your neck as he waits for a response, though part of him wants you to give him another kiss instead, which you did on the forehead before answering.
“Because i cant help it~”
Your voice came out tenuous and fervent, clearly infatuated with him, which is an energy he returned but with a slight imperium laced to it. He giggled and brushed his nose against yours in a playful nose kiss, his voice doting as he spoke to you.
“You're adorable when your being tender like this~”
You quickly felt your face flush at the compliment, happy that he found you endearing, but your sappy expression seemed to amuse him a little too much. He pulled you closer and started calling you more sweet names, snuggling against you as well.
The teasing and playful flirting continued, Fount now pressed against you completely, almost in your lap. He wraps his arms around you before one of his hands moves to spoon your cheek while sprinkling kisses on the cheek closest to him, wanting to see you embarrassed again which you quickly gave him, along with a yearning for more. He giggled and moved into your lap completely, facing you, holding you close. He knew the effect his body and words had on you and he was power drunk using it to fish embarrassed and overwhelmed expressions from you.
“Tell me, my orchid, does me being in your lap…arouse you~?”
A mortified, frissoned yes comes from your lips, unable to deny how much you enjoy having him close to you. He used his assets to torment you, only making you more flustered. He gave a slightly sadistic giggle at your response before pulling closer, wrapping his legs around your waist and taking your hands with a refined delicateness, only to press them against his midsection.
He relished in the way your eyes widened and your lips curled with that familiar surprised giddyness. He moved both his hands to your burning hot cheeks, before pulling you into a kiss, calming your nerves and setting them on fire all at once.
Your senses tingled with fluster, thrill, humiliation, and lovesickness. It was enough to put you in a daze as you returned the kiss, your hands tensing against his gluteus medius. The kiss tasted a lot like his heat, just less savory. You still caught notes of milk and vanilla, but less coffee, which seemed strange, though the kiss was still very sapid. You continued the kiss, pulling him closer, craving contact. He picked up on the need and slowly pulled away speaking as if he was casting a spell over you, which he might as well have.
“love…could you take your clothes off for me~?”
Your clothes began coming off before you could even respond, your hands quickly working to get anything covering your body to the floor, mind racing with excitement and a hint of fear, knowing you have never done…this before. Despite that worry, by the time you finished your thought you were already nude on his bed, the impatience and desperation in your eyes giving a clear message:
I want you like this as well.
Fout smiled, understanding and getting off the bed with limber grace, standing in front of you as he removed his clothes. You stared at the scene, entranced. Each layer he slowly shed holding beauty, his movements making the act feel like a dance of some sort. When the last of his robes came off, you saw the soft looking black leotard hiding beneath. He began removing it, careful not to tear the delicate fabric.
Oh my god.
His bare body was fully exposed to you. He's naked. He's naked for you. His body was art. His hips were full and lacked dips, his waist was thin and model, his stomach held the elegant curve of his uterus, his chest was soft and looked nice to hold, his skin lacked scars or impurities, and his face, despite being something you looked at quite often(right…) held the most alluring expression. Every inch of his being was sublime and resplendent. Pure perfection. And it was all yours. You gawked at him, your expression reflecting your agastopia for him.
He sat down on the bed once again, your mouth still gaping in shock of how you managed to get yourself in this situation and trying to comprehend how a cookie could be crafted with such kalon . He giggled at your expression, flattered. He carefully took your hand and began moving towards you, snapping you back to reality. You realized you're not ready for this and the words you needed found their way to your tongue, trusting your love with the information.
“I-im a virgin…”
He paused, stilling his movements and giving a somewhat surprised look, but just as quickly as it faded, his smile returned, more soothing and comforting than ever. He laid you against the pillows and got on top of you, holding your hand as he spoke.
“You couldn't be in better hands~ ill guide you~”
You felt a nervous, embarrassed, excited, and soothed smile creep onto your face, much to Fount's relief. You trusted him. You sat up, your back laying against the headboard as Fount made himself comfortable to start his lesson in love. His voice came out relaxing yet promiscuous.
“Well…before we begin the main act…we should start with foreplay to ease and prepare our bodies for what's to come, like this~”
He demonstrated by running his hands up your chest and kissing your neck, immediately making you shiver. You felt a hickie be sucked into your shoulder, the light touch sending shivers up your spine before it pulled away.
“Now, you try~”
His voice sings of encouragement and the undertones are patient yet hungry, and you comply. You follow his footsteps of touching the chest and kissing the neck, but the way he gives a soft whimper when your hands graze his perky, ample breast gives you a sudden thirst for more. Your lips latched onto one on his nipples, forcing a gasp from him as you sucked the tender tulip. He whined and moaned soft ‘yes’s you licked his incredibly soft breast, nuzzling his chest.
He wined and took your hand ever so softly, guiding it to his heat. You felt your entire body tense as he rubbed your fingers against his dripping clit, coaxing you into rubbing small, delicate circles around the precious jewel. He moaned into your ear as you pleasured him with your mouth and hand, his clit swelling against your fingers as his body begged for more.
Amidst his panting and moaning, he managed to whisper a soft “give me more”, which you were eager to comply with. You switched your middle finger with your thumb against his clit, pressing two fingers together before slowly pushing them against his soaking, hot entrance.
His pussy gladly accepted the invasion, swallowing your fingers, giving them a home inside of him. His heat was tight and wet and warm and everything you dreamed it would be. You pumped your now very wet fingers into his needy pussy, feeling him grind against your thumb and feed your hand deeper into himself. You kissed and sucked his nipples in pace with your fingers, enjoying giving fount such euphoria as he moans, flourishing under the attention.
As you fingered him, you felt the way his thighs clenched around your wrist and his pace broke, close to release. You kept your movement as steady as possible, coaxing him into his release. With a loud cry, he squirted and gushed on your hand, spasming on your hand as he came.
You slowed your pumping and gently released his nipples from your tongue, working him through the orgasm. He quivered and enjoyed his fill of pleasure until slowly, his head found a place on your shoulder and your fingers stilled inside of him. He breathed into your neck and slowly slid off your fingers, moaning as he did so.
As he basked in after glow for a while, until his gaze suddenly shifted to your now very erect, weeping cock. His panting lips formed a hungry smirk as he looked up at you, his intentions clear. You felt your face flush more, which you were surprised was possible. Your thighs spread on instinct, an invitation to make you cry from pleasure, which you were well aware he was capable of.
Fount slid down between your legs, his eyes glinting with a no longer reserved lust, pressing a soft kiss to your drooling tip, a quiet giggle of delight escaping him. He pressed more light kisses to your base, making you whimper with each one. You gasped as he licked one of your balls, his eyes now dangerously playful. He knew what he was doing. He took one of your balls into his mouth, delicate as ever as one of his hands began to slowly, too slowly, work your cock.
Your head fell back violently, choking out a whiney moan at the overstimulation. His lips are perfect. soft, gentle, disgustingly teasing. Like his mouth was made to be on you. His hand rose and fell on your red-hard dick, lubed by your cum. After having his fill of your whines and moans, he slowly pulled away from your balls with a lick. Your entire body shivered like you were seizing, but it was quickly overpowered by his lips wrapping around your soaked tip.
You cried out, barely managing to tilt your head forward at the unbelievably horny sight. Your hand found its way to his head, gently holding the soft locks as he slowly savored your cock like it was delicious. His head began to bob up and down your tip, feeding you down his mouth inch by inch. The noises you made were pathetic, to say the least, which he seemed to thoroughly enjoy. Your legs trembled as he sucked your dick, inching down your length, closer and closer to your base. You almost passed out the second his lips touched your pelvis, sheathing the entirety of your length down his throat.
Your thighs tensed as pleasure lolled in your guts like molten sugar, a little embarrassed you were gonna cum this early, however fount didn't seem to mind as he swallowed around you as if you weren't cumming fast enough. As your length twitched down his throat like warning shots to your release, his hand grazed up your thigh, before gingerly fondling your balls. A grin played at his full mouth as he saw your eyes roll back and your hips jerked.
You cried out loudly, cumming down his throat as he drank your seed like nectar. His throat tightened against your now half erect dick as he drank up your fluids, pleased with you and himself. You panted as he made sure he got as much of your taste as he could. When he was satisfied with his fill, he slowly slid his mouth off your now flaccid dick, but the evil gleam in his eyes told you it wouldn't stay that way for long. You two were nowhere near done yet. He got back on your lap, sitting atop your sensitive dick, making you whimper.
He smirked at the noise as a cruel thought slipped into his head, fueled by arousal. He started softly grinding on your flaccid, tender cock, immediately making you sob out a moan. The overstimulation was as unbearable as it was delicious, forcing your abused dick to harden once again, twitching to the unwanted attention.
You looked up to him with misty eyes, moaning at the stimulation. The cruel look on his face awakened the side of you that screamed for more, and your body quickly obliged as you choked out a plea, a simple “please”. You were both begging him to give your beaten dick mercy, and also to ride you till you broke. Naturally, he chose the option he preferred in the midst of his slightly sadistic side getting to have some fun with you.
He lifted his hips and pulled your red boner from under him, forcing a shaky moan from you. You both made eye contact, his expression a mix of sincerity and lust as he rubbed his clit against your pre cum beaded tip, before pressing it to the mouth of his pussy.
Your hands were trembling and you were panting as fount slowly slid onto your once again very erect length, forcing a loud, pathetic moan from your lips, as well as some angelic noises from him. You were overstimulated from the intense contact making you almost lose control the second he bottomed out. The pace he set was gentle and slow, slightly soothing you as you panted against each other's sweaty skin.
your hips weakly grinded into his wet heat, pulling moans and whimpers from him, as well as yourself. He was still very nurturing as he guided you despite the heat of the moment, every moan and pant you let out being returned with loving praise and sympathetic encouragement.
The moment completely encased you both. Nothing else mattered at that moment. Nothing else was happening at the moment, not for the both of you. You felt every little thing, his thighs trembling, his misty pants against your chest and neck. You pressed a kiss to his forehead, pulling a pleased hum from him as the pace fluidly increased, making you moan into his ear. He kissed your neck as you bucked into him faster, now gripping his lithe waist. The sound of your hips and thighs slapping against each other filled the room as you both moaned, desperate to cum.
He bounced in your lap with more fervor as his heat spasmed around your length, his moans growing more abundant. You felt your balls swell with the need to cum inside of him, the mere thought of filling him with your spend throwing you over the edge as you wailed and came deep inside of him. He moaned at the feeling of being filled by your cum, not having time to work you through your orgasm before his washed over him as well, his vice-grip heat milking your cock. He squealed as he gushed into your lap, both of you covering each other in fluids.
You both worked through the after shocks together, panting against each other, mumbling quiet praise. After a couple of beats, you slowly lifted fount from your cock, both of you wincing at the sensitivity. You laid him next to you, snuggling next to him and kissing his face. He giggled softly and returned the gentle pecks of the face, both of you thoroughly satisfied.
He cuddled closer to you, your seed dripping from his thigh. The room smelled of dessert and the steamy sex you two shared. You lightly rubbed his slightly bulging tummy, eliciting a soft whimper from him. You wrapped your arms around him, safe and warm together. The both of you relaxed, content with the moment and rather sleepy. You felt your breathing even out as you both fell asleep in each other's arms, both quietly hoping the seed you've fed into his fertile, comforting womb would take.