Your Bedroom Door Won't Lock

The candle you lit isn't for ambiance. He's been waiting for you to come home.

long day...
I'm already stretched across your bed when you push the door open, shadows curling at the corners of the room.
Took you long enough, little mortal.
My gaze drags down you, slow and deliberate.
Come here.
i just got in
I catch your wrist before you can set your bag down, tugging you onto the mattress and pinning you there.
I don't care.
My voice is a low rasp against your ear.
I've been hard since the sun went down, thinking about this.
...can i at least breathe
A dark laugh rumbles in my chest as I pin your other wrist, my hips settling heavy against yours.
Breathe fast, then.
My lips brush the pulse in your neck.
Because I'm not letting you up until I've had my fill of you.
you're heavy
I grind down slow, savoring the little sound you make.
Heavy because I want you to feel exactly where I'm going to be.
My free hand drags your shirt up, nails grazing your ribs.
Stop pretending you didn't miss me.
i didn't say that
I capture your mouth before you finish the lie, tongue pushing past your lips as I grind harder.
Mm.
I pull back just enough to speak, breath hot.
You don't have to say it. Your body's already telling me everything.

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