shiro_megane_kun | Morning After [closed to hairglow]

Consciousness returned to Uryu without haste. As he drew in a deep breath, taking in his lover's scent, he was dimly aware of the warmth her body, nestled in his arms, and even before he opened his eyes, a warm, fond smile touched his lips. When he was finally awake enough to open his eyes, wryness touched the curve of his lips as he surveyed the sprawl of her hair. It was a good thing they hadn't spooned, he mused. If he'd ended up tangled up in her tresses, it would have been a rude awakening for them both.

As he noticed the room beyond her and its garish red decor, though, it dawned on him just what had happened, whether they were. The hotel. Of course, it had been the hotel all along. Had they been in a facsimile of her world, or one made of whole cloth? Certainly, she seemed to fit into that fairy tale world... even if she was different from what he might have imagined a fairy tale princess would be like.

Well, at least he remembered, and so it stood to reason she would remember, too. Hopefully this wasn't her first experience with the hotel, her initial arrival, hopefully she wouldn't think he had spirited her away from her tower only to trade it for another cage...

His attention was drawn back to the way their bodies were tangled up in one another, however, as she shifted, brushing against his rather pointed morning wood. His breath hitched as he swallowed a groan. Though that did give him an idea of how to wake her.

Very slowly, very carefully, he extricated himself just enough to slide down. Light kisses trailed up her inner thighs, and he could see her arousal glistening between them, confirming his suspicion she'd awake as aroused as he was. He gently eased her thighs apart, lips parting, tonguetip tracing her folds, tasting her before dipping inside her, eating her out, seeing just how much he could work her up before she began to wake.

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"I'll remember that," she promised him, her hand curling around his cock a little more firmly as she stroked him.

In her mind, she was playing through the options of what she could do to pleasure him just as much as he had her. She had some experience using her mouth on him, but wasn't in the mood for a tit for tat sort of reciprocation. Instead, she shifted so she was sitting up.

"I want to ride you again." She knew that they had already done that and there were so many other things for them to do together, but she enjoyed it. Her cheeks turned red as she admitted what she wanted to do.

"Is that...is that okay?"

He couldn't help but smile at her manner, and he could tell her cheeks were flushed from more than just arousal. As naturally as she'd taken to sexual exploration, it was moments like these that reminded him that it was all still very new to her. Sitting up, he leaned in, answering not with words, but by stealing a kiss as he his hands gave her breasts one last squeeze as his thumbs flicked across her nipples before those hands trailed down to her waist, guiding her towards sitting in his lap, though with her hand around him, he was careful not to surprise her by just picking her up and putting her back down on his lap.

"I'd like that," he added, smiling warmly. It couldn't hurt to be perfectly clear, and hopefully the reinforcement would encourage her to be more comfortable with and confident about communicating her desires to him, about committing to choices. He'd nearly teased her about how insatiable she was, but he caught himself at the last moment – he didn't want her to take it the wrong way, didn't want her to be discouraged from expressing her desires, because he was quite happy to indulge her.

The reinforcement helped her feel a little more confident and sure of what she wanted to do, and as she got comfortable on his lap she rocked against him a little in order to tease him. She was most definitely insatiable, but she figured that was because it was all brand new to her. Sex wasn't something she had ever done with someone until he showed up, and now it was what was on her mind. So she was very glad that he seemed to take a similar interest, and as she rocked she rose her hips up enough that she could press his tip against her entrance.

"I like this part," she admitted softly, eyes fluttering closed as she felt his cock initially push inside her as she lowered herself on his lap. "Feeling you fill and stretch me at first makes me want to do this all the time. But it's nothing compared to when I finish. Or when you come, either. I like that part the best, I think."

She was trying to vocalize what about this she loved, but really, it was everything. The feelings combined with the scents and the sounds, it was all so intoxicating and addicting. As she started to ride him slowly, she thought she could start and end every day like this: filled with his length.

While normally Uryu wasn't especially loud when it came to sex, as Rapunzel began to grind against his cock, as her tight, wet warmth enveloped first the tip, then the rest, inch by inch, he made sure to lean in, his lips brushing along the shell of her ear as he moaned. As hard as he was, there was hardly any mistaking just how aroused he was, just how arousing he found her... but he wanted to reciprocate.

"You're making me want to do this all the time, too," he answered. "The part I like best, the part I love is making you come. Watching it, hearing it... feeling it... I can't get enough of it. I can't get enough of you." Even with his memories of the hotel, dirty talk was never Uryu's strong suit, but he tried to use his words to encourage her, to make her feel sexy.

His hands moved back to her pert breasts, lavishing attention on them, kneading them as he toyed with her nipples, long fingers rubbing in circles, flicking agianst them, rolling, even pinching lightly and tugging when she next parted her lips, playfully trying to get her to interrupt her own thoughts with moans and cries of pleasure.

The fact that he was willing to try talking them both through this meant a lot to her. She was naturally talkative and outgoing, and even the intense concentration she gave to sex didn't take away from that. So to have him speak back and say such things to her made her arousal throb with warmth. Her affection for him grew too, though that was covered by the lust that was coursing through her.

Cheeks red, his encouragement made her more responsive. Her back arched so her breasts would be more firmly pressed against his hands, and she bit at her lip to try and keep in a sharp gasp. He was certainly doing a good job of getting her thoughts to be interrupted, and it didn't take long for her only thought to be on him and his body and the pleasure she was feeling.

Despite wanting to speed things up, she kept her pace slow and her movements shallow. Little moans came out of her as she enjoyed the dual sensation of his cock inside her and his hands on her breasts, but she kept her teeth grazed against her lower lip all the while. Words were forgotten now, replaced with a need for him that consumed her.

Slowly, she worked up to a faster pace, and changed her motion up so she was rising up and sliding back down quickly. Leaning forward, she let out a groan into his ear, teeth grazing his lobe before she lightly sucked at the area. She wanted to devour him now, much like he had her the day before.

It certainly wasn't easy for Uryu to match her pace, initially – though he was no stranger to self-discipline, it was still difficult to hold himself back as she rode him, to let her dictate the pace – especially knowing that if he began to pick up the pace, she would follow his lead. But as badly as he ached for more, he held off, as much as he could, and there was a brief swell of relief when, finally, she began working up to a faster pace before all thoughts was swept away, the intensity of the experience leaving no room for anything the moment, the give and take of their lovemaking.

As their pace quickened and he loosened the reins he'd been straining to hold, he began to thrust more roughly, surrendering himself to the moment, allowing himself to let go of that control with her, well aware that not only could she take it, but that she enjoyed it when he was a bit rough with her.

"Rapunzel..." If the low, darker timbre of that note in his voice was any indication, he wasn't going to last much longer, not at this pace, all worked up after neglecting to attend to himself while he'd been going down on her.

His name was softly echoed, her tone just as low and tense. She too was so close, even though he had made her come already this morning. With the way she was riding him and the way he was thrusting roughly up into her, she was being driven crazy in the best way. Eventually the tension that was in her became too much, and she stilled on his lap, slowing down to a clumsy and awkward rhythm. His thrusting up into her kept them both going, and she whimpered his name as she felt the dam inside her about to burst.

When she came, she felt it from the tip of her head down to her toes, and she cried out sharply as her back arched. They had both just lost control a little here, but it had been so wonderful, and she could feel that he was about to follow her. Urging him on with jerky movements of her hips, her head fell back as she rode out her own orgasm, enjoying every last second of the electricity that was coursing through her.

"Come inside me," she begged him, voice soft but lewd.

Was it the feeling of her climaxing around him that finished him off? The sight of her as she rode out her orgasm? Hearing her say those three little words, begging to feel him come inside her? All of the above? The simple answer was her, and though she hardly needed to say it at all, he was powerless to stop himself from giving her what she wanted, moaning as he buried himself balls-deep inside her, his hot, thick seed filling her.

Morning After [closed to hairglow]

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