His lips brushed the shell of my ear first, soft and warm, sending a shiver straight down my spine as the heat of his breath pooled against my skin. I pressed back into him instinctively, the pocket of warmth we’d carved out beneath the heavy blanket drawing tighter around us like a living thing, thick with the mingled scent of our skin and the faint musk of arousal already stirring in the air. His chest molded perfectly to my back, solid and steady, one arm slung low across my stomach while the other cradled my shoulder, pulling me deeper into the embrace until every inch of me felt claimed and safe at once.

The room around us had faded to nothing but the slow rhythm of his breathing and the distant tick of the heater kicking on, yet all I could focus on was the way his mouth trailed down to the curve of my neck, planting deliberate kisses that lingered just long enough to make my pulse jump beneath his tongue. My own hands found his forearm, fingers tracing the fine hairs there as the enveloping weight of him settled heavier, his thighs bracketing mine so that the hard line of his cock rested against the small of my back through thin cotton. Every subtle shift sent a fresh wave of heat rolling through me, skin prickling where we touched, the air between our bodies growing damp and electric.

Fingers threaded gently through my hair next, nails scraping lightly over my scalp in lazy circles that made my eyelids flutter shut. He tugged just enough to tilt my head back against his shoulder, exposing more of my throat for another slow, open-mouthed kiss, the wet heat of it drawing a soft sound from my chest that I didn’t bother to swallow. The strands slipped between his knuckles as he played, twisting and releasing, each motion syncing with the gentle rock of his hips that kept us locked together in that perfect, private cocoon of warmth.

His lips curved against my neck in a slow, lingering smile, and the low rumble of his voice followed, warm and steady as it vibrated through my skin. "You're safe here with me," he whispered, fingers still carding gently through my hair while his other hand splayed wider across my stomach, anchoring me. "Let me show you how much I want you—every inch." The words sank deep, easing the last flicker of insecurity as his hips rocked once more, the firm press of his cock sliding against the small of my back and leaving a faint damp trace through the cotton. I exhaled shakily, trust blooming hot in my chest, my body melting further into his as anticipation coiled tighter between us.

With careful hands he eased me onto my back, the blanket bunching and resettling over our tangled forms, the air beneath it thick and humid with our shared heat. His mouth followed the motion, pressing open kisses down the center of my chest, tongue flicking warm and wet over one nipple before teeth grazed lightly, drawing a gasp that left my cock twitching hard against the thin fabric of my shorts. The sensation rippled outward, skin flushing as he lavished the same attention on the other side, sucking until it peaked stiff and sensitive beneath his lips, his breath coming faster now, mingling with the low sounds escaping my throat. Lower still he traveled, mouth tracing the line of muscle down my stomach, each kiss deliberate and unhurried, teeth nipping at the soft skin just above my navel while his palms smoothed over my sides, thumbs stroking soothing circles that made my hips lift instinctively toward him.

By the time his kisses reached the waistband, my breath had turned ragged, every nerve alight, and he paused only to hook his fingers beneath the fabric and ease it down just enough to expose the tops of my thighs. His lips brushed the inner curve of one, then the other, the stubble along his jaw scraping deliciously against the tender skin there as he nuzzled closer, inhaling the musk of my arousal. Heat flooded through me at the proximity, my cock straining upward, the head already slick with pre-cum that cooled in the air, while his tongue traced a slow, wet path along the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh, tasting salt and need. The gentle suction of each kiss pulled faint whimpers from me, thighs parting wider on their own, the pocket of warmth around us pulsing with every shared heartbeat and the growing hardness of his own length pressed against my calf.

His fingers hooked deeper into the waistband of my shorts, tugging them lower in one slow, deliberate motion that exposed the full length of my cock to the humid air beneath the blanket. It sprang free, curving upward against my stomach, the shaft flushed dark and veined, the head glistening with a fresh bead of pre-cum that trailed down toward my balls. He exhaled a soft sound of approval, his warm breath ghosting over the sensitive skin as he gazed at it openly, one hand wrapping gently around the base to hold it steady.

"Perfect," he murmured, voice thick with genuine reverence, his thumb stroking along the underside in a feather-light caress that made my hips jerk. "You're so beautiful like this—every part of you." The affirmation settled over me like a caress, easing the tension in my chest even as heat rushed to my face.

My voice came out small and uncertain despite the trust between us. "Is it... really? It's not too small, or—" The words caught as his lips brushed the tip in response, tongue flicking out to lap at the salty slickness, the wet heat sending a shudder through my whole body. His free hand slid up my thigh, palm warm and steady, grounding me while he pressed slow, open-mouthed kisses down the shaft, tasting every inch with a low hum of pleasure that vibrated against my skin. My cock twitched in his grip, thickening further under the attention, the ache of need building as his stubble rasped lightly against the tender flesh of my sac when he nuzzled lower, inhaling deeply before dragging his tongue back up in one long, deliberate stroke.

A fresh bead of precum welled at the slit, spilling over in a slow, glistening trail that his tongue caught with another appreciative hum, the wet warmth of it making my thighs tremble. "Look at that," he whispered against the head, voice laced with surprise and delight as another pulse of it coated his lips, "you're leaking so much for me already. So responsive, so perfect—such a good boy, giving me all this sweetness." The praise sent a flush of heat through my chest, mingling with the raw ache building low in my belly, and I felt myself throb harder in his hold, the slickness easing the way as his fingers tightened just enough to stroke upward in a slow, deliberate jerk.

His mouth followed the motion, pressing a series of soft, lingering kisses along the underside of my shaft, each one open and warm, lips parting to suckle gently at the sensitive skin while his hand began a steady rhythm—up and down, twisting slightly at the top to smear the precum around the crown. The friction built gradually, his palm gliding smooth over the veined length, thumb circling the head on each upstroke to gather more of the fluid and spread it down, making everything slick and hot. I gasped at the sensation, hips lifting instinctively into the touch, the wet sounds of his kisses and the slick jerking filling the quiet space beneath the blanket as his free hand cupped my balls with tender pressure, rolling them softly while his tongue flicked out between kisses to lap at every new drop that formed.

The emotional weight of it all pressed close, his attentive gaze flicking up to meet mine with that same affirming warmth, making me feel seen and desired in a way that tightened something deep in my chest even as pleasure coiled tighter. His strokes quickened just a fraction, the grip firm yet loving, each pull sending sparks of sensation radiating through my core, the head of my cock glistening anew with every pass as more precum leaked freely, praised in soft murmurs between kisses that grew wetter and more insistent against the throbbing flesh.

His fingers tightened around my cock, slick with the precum that had been leaking steadily for what felt like hours, each slow, deliberate stroke sending sparks up my spine as he leaned in close. "You're doing so beautifully for me," he whispered against my ear, his voice low and steady, full of that unwavering warmth that made my chest ache. I gasped, hips twitching involuntarily into his grip, the wet sound of his palm sliding over my shaft filling the space between us. His free hand roamed lower, cupping my balls with gentle pressure before trailing back up to tease the sensitive head, thumb circling the slit where more fluid welled up. Every few moments his mouth dipped to press lingering kisses along my collarbone, then lower to the underside of my

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