It started out so innocent. Just a soft cuddle in his plush chair, sitting sideways in his lap as you nuzzled into his chest. For a long while, you were both content to stay that way, you hearing his steady heartbeat beneath your ear, and him brushing lazy paths with his gloves along your arm.
Peaceful. Calm. Soft.
After a day as hectic and exhausting as the one you'd both experienced, simply sitting together in quiet intimacy was a blessing. You could practically feel the stress melt off your shoulders, and if the occasional deep, satisfying hum that rumbled from Katakuri's throat was any indication, he could feel it too.
You looked up into his face, noticing his closed eyes and loose expression as he lay there unmoving. Given the opportunity, you could stare at his handsome features for an eternity and never get tired of the view. Sometimes you wished he had no responsibilities to his island and his family, so that you could gluttonously bask in his beauty until the end of time. If only...
But Katakuri was an observant fellow, and within moments his lids opened. His even gaze stared back into your own eyes, fatigued and yet curious to see if you had something on your mind. He'd felt you staring, but he knew not the purpose.
He didn't speak, just gave the barest lift of an eyebrow to indicate his question. Equally unwilling to break this comfortable silence between you, your head shakes an inch, offering no explanation because you had none. He seemed to accept this in stride, blinking slow and giving your arm a tiny squeeze.
You smile, caught in the tender moment, and scrounge up enough energy to lift yourself to his face.
The kiss is soft, barely more than a press of your lips to his. You feel him sigh beneath you in content, and his hands move to wrap themselves around you in an embrace. Warm and safe, you press into him. Your lips move slow, languid and unhurried and unworried about his teeth. He wouldn't hurt you. Not now. Not ever.
As always the glutton, however, Katakuri couldn't keep it purely sweet for long. And when it came to you, he loved to indulge.
A small, appreciative groan. A gentle scrape of your nail along his jaw. A tightening of his muscles, drawing you closer. A little shift in his lap, a stuttered breath. A tiny nip of his teeth against your lip. The way his hips lift minutely, seeking and testing.
Each little moment, bit by bit, built the desperation, the need for one another. A fire had lit in your core, the fatigue burning away into something more. Your heart seared with overwhelming love as you kissed him, only pulling away when your lungs demanded you do so.
A frustrated moan escapes you, but it morphs into a surprised keen as you feel the flat of his tongue lick a hungry path up your neck. He reaches up to card his fingers through your hair, his tongue reaching the edge of your jaw. A shiver runs through you as his hot breath fans your cheek. And the delighted noise that escapes him is ravishing.
Foreheads resting against one another, you paw at his vest, pushing it off of his shoulders as best you can. For as little interference it gave, you still wanted it out of the way, for full view of his broad and firm chest. Katakuri assists you, shrugging out of it and tossing behind you on the ground.
Your fingers trail the planes of his chest, across the length of his chest, and past the ridges of his abdominals. So firm and toned...and all for your own adoration. You hear his breathing hitch as you give one of his tits a good little squeeze. There wasn't a single part of him that wasn't beautiful to you.
He steals breathless kisses as he undresses you next, never straying more than a few inches from one another. The space in between is rapidly rising in temperature, the swirling lust and tension quickly becoming unbearable. It was only a matter of time before it overflowed entirely.
The moment your exposed breasts clear the fabric of your shirt and bra, his nimble and wet tongue latches on, swirling with reckless abandon around the nipple and underside. Your hand presses his head closer, wanting more, all the while your other reaches for the belt buckle still keeping the greatest prize of all from you.
It's awkward, the blind fumbling for the catch to the latch, before it pops open and you struggle for the zipper down his pants next. All the while your mind is wanting so desperately to focus on the way he sucks on your breast, then lightly grazes it with his sharp teeth. His gloved fingers trail up your back.
He only pulls away, reluctantly at that, once you start attempting to shimmy his pants from his hips. It takes some work, and you lifting yourself from his lap for him to get his pants down past his knees, but you manage somehow. In all the jostling, you manage to take off your own bottoms and panties, dropping them beside his chair. But you nearly lose your balance and steady yourself with a seat on his leg.
The audible huff of breath that comes from his mouth catches your attention, as does the hands that suddenly grip your waist tightly, keeping you in place. You look up into the blushing face of your red-headed lover, in awe at the debauched stare he levels where you sat on his bare thigh. Was he...caught off guard by how wet you were? Ah...
You can't deny that the pressure of his muscled leg feels incredible against your wet cunt, and with an experimental jerk of your hips, you slide forward just a few inches, wondering how he'd react.
The affect is instantaneous. He groans lifting his leg just enough to increase the pressure. Your eyes give a flutter, hands reaching out to his shoulders for leverage. His neglected cock stands at attention between you, so long and hard, just waiting to be inside you.
But for now, both of you were more than pleased by this unexpected turn the night had taken. With unspoken agreement, Katakuri adjusted his hands to your hips, helping you along as you began coating your slick along the top of his thigh.
His moans are music to your ears, and you answer with matching ones of your own. Each pump of your hips was accompanied by the tiny lift of his leg, managing to hit your nerves just right to have you sizzling and spiraling upwards. He was way too good at that, you decide, knowing you wouldn't last long at this rate.
The way he looks at you, eyes frantically trailing up and down your body and then back to where you shamelessly rocked yourself over his leg...was he wondering how he'd never realized it could feel this good? His cock throbbed with neglect, but when you tried to reach down to give him some sort of the same pleasure in return, he's quick to return your hand back to his shoulder, sending you a look that meant you'd better have a firm grip.
With strength backed by his muscled shoulders and arms, Katakuri grits his sharp teeth and puts even more effort into guiding you over his leg. He presses you down, tensing his thigh to make it as firm of a surface as possible for your slick pussy, making each back and forth motion count.
Your nails dig into his skin, leaving behind half-moon marks, as you feel your body switch gears, your orgasm fast approaching. The simmering was superheated by his desperation to see you cum, and that fire in your belly burned hotly, intensely.
Your panting breaths shallows, tone rising the closer and closer you came to the tipping point. You think your eyes roll back just before the moment-
The sound of Katakuri's satisfying groan is the only sound in your ears as you tense and shiver, orgasm raking through you like the rolling sea. Your slick makes an absolute mess of his thigh, but that only seems to please your lover further. So much so, that he's quick to follow you, the sticky warmth of his cum spurting and dripping down your sweaty chest.
His hands never leave your hips as you slowly cease your movements. You tremble atop his leg, the nerves on the verge of overstimulation when the muscles in his leg quiver underneath you. Heaving breaths slowly subside as the lust and high begin to fade.
With satisfaction settling in, you both turn your one-more fatigued expressions on one another. You bask in the afterglow, in the beauty of seeing one another disheveled and sweaty and tired and just so completely intimate.
You slowly lean forward, unconcerned with the mess of cum that ran down your chest, and settle yourself against Katakuri's once more. The tired sigh he releases lifts and then lowers his chest, and he's happy to lay his hands against your back, gently tracing a few vertebrae of your spine up and down.
You'd definitely need to shower before eventually leaving the comfort and peace of his living room chair, but for now, you were more than happy to just sit, listen, and feel Katakuri.
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