Morning After [closed to hairglow]

[shiro_megane_kun]

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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[shiro_megane_kun]

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.

[hairglow]

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.

[shiro_megane_kun]

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.