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When this whole Dateviators situation started, you really hadn’t expected to actually date anyone (anything?). You had definitely been enjoying meeting the objects in your house. Making friends and enemies, going on quests: it was all fun in a very safe way. You had always worried about your lack of inclination to leave the house. You weren’t scared of the outside world, not really. Sure, the idea of dealing with everything beyond the haven of your home was exhausting, but you certainly could deal with it all if you needed to. But why should you have to? Your home was your calm oasis, the place that was completely your own. You laughed when some of the objects jabbed at how you never went out, never brought anyone home. It was true by design. You liked your peace, and you didn’t feel that you needed to defend that.
Koa seemed to really understand your mindset.
When you first interacted with Koa, with the Dateviator visualized version of him, you were ready for anything. You’d already spoken with at least 20 other dateables and had wildly different interactions with all of them. Would Koa challenge you to a fight? Ask for your help? Dismiss you? Insult you? Discuss religious doctrine? Bring it on, you were ready.
His complete lack of interest in conversation took you aback, you can admit. You gave the token effort to try and pry his issues out, but, to your astonishment, that seemed to irritate him so you took the hint. The brief rest with him left you bemused but rejuvenated.
You tried again two days later, in the morning to see if Koa was more active early in the day. Again, he preferred just calmly sharing space, sharing comfort. This time you didn’t even try to get him to talk to you, just settled down and breathed with his dozing form next to you. You left him with his soft smile in your mind and mirrored on your face.
The third time you simply tucked yourself into his side, merely smiling a greeting.
“Oh ho, now you’re getting it, buddy.”
“Do you mind?” You indicated his shoulder and he smiled wider, holding one arm out to beckon you.
“Bring it in! Get comfy.”
You folded your legs under yourself and set your head on his shoulder, sighing a little as he brought that strong arm around your shoulders. The plush heat of him was wonderful, the rhythmic movement and sounds of his breathing hypnotic. The short, unplanned nap you’d been lulled into had been incredibly refreshing, and afterwards Koa even had a gift for you.
“You’re… paying me?” The small pile of loose coins clinked in your grip.
“No, no!” His laugh was as mellow as he was. “It’s your money.” His expression turns thoughtful. “You know in couch culture, we prefer to let our actions speak for us. A gift like this… it’s just a way to honor our friendship.”
This started with a new routine for the two of you. You come down in the afternoon, cuddle into his open embrace for a tandem snooze, and he occasionally gives you some small token he had found for you. The explanations of the deep meanings each gift represented in his culture was so interesting, so endearing. You knew, despite every gift but the first being technically garbage, that Cam wouldn’t get any of them. Ben Hwa accepted having to share their drawer with lint and old potato chips with only an eye roll and some innuendos, however, so you think they understood what the time with Koa meant to you. Even when you were only starting to understand yourself.
After a while, you started to have soft conversations after your naps. Koa always seemed to know when you woke, slowly coming back to awareness in his embrace. He’d wait until he could tell you were fully back to the present before mentioning some small interaction he’d noticed in the house or a new recipe he was developing for his restaurant; and that would remind you of something you wanted to share with him in turn. Nothing high stakes was mentioned, but your mind always felt unburdened after you spoke with him. It felt like he understood you better than a lot of the other objects in the house, even the ones with which you had spent far more time.
“He said what?”
“Just what I said: that it would be far better to show up to a date completely disgusting than late. That guy has some issues.”
Koa’s laugh was deep and throaty, the movement of his body undulating through yours. Your building skinship had had your nap position slowly transforming to you lying along his body, belly to belly, with his upper body slightly propped up on his pillows and one of his arms draped along his back cushions.
“Well, he’s a clock, buddy. It makes sense that he’d be kind of… wound up?”
You had to laugh at that, even as you smacked his shoulder.
“Awful, truly terrible.”
“Aww, you laughed, yeah? I think I’m doing all right.”
“I laughed out of pity and self preservation. I’m too comfortable to risk getting tossed to the floor for not humoring you.”
He snorted, eyes rolling briefly to the ceiling (who was hopefully not looking back).
“Now you’re slandering my professional integrity? No couch worth his springs would allow any comfort to be interrupted for something as petty as that.” He grinned down at you. “What am I? A futon?”
You’re sure that was a clever dig if you were more informed about furniture hierarchies, but you laughed anyway.
“Glad to hear it because, truth be told,” you leaned up slightly toward his ear, cupping one hand around your mouth to better guide your lowered voice to him, “I’ve never been more comfortable in my life.”
You settled back down into your previous position with a sigh, feeling the slight huff of breath from Koa’s mouth as you did. It didn’t quite sound like a laugh, but before you could look back up at him to read his expression one of his big hands came up to settle on the back of your head and the other slid off the back of the couch to rest at your lower back. He stroked over your hair, passing lightly down your neck.
“That means a lot to me, buddy.”
“Just don’t tell Betty, okay?”
That big hand kept its slow strokes on the back of your head, the thick fingers threading through the strands of your hair. This new touch sent a frisson of static down your spine before you melted further into him. The heat and comfort of him completely surrounding you, the subdued strength of his arms and the softness of his belly. It felt so nice that you drifted off for a second siesta, the rumble of his voice through your body followed you down but you couldn’t quite make out what he said. When you woke again, his arms no longer around you, you were almost embarrassed.
“Two naps seems excessive, right?”
He just laughed.
“You’re asking the wrong person, hoaaloha!”
“And you’re a bad influence!” You were laughing too as you slid off of him and to your feet. “I have things to do tonight.”
“Plots and quests, huh? With anyone I know?”
You shot him a look and he grinned again, still lounging and not bothering to rise.
“Yeah, and you’d better get moving since those plots involve you too.”
“Inviting me on your adventures? I’m honored but no thanks. Too much drama following you around lately. Treasure hunting isn’t my thing.”
“Discovering a roach army, an evil twin, and a goddess was kind of a lot,” you agreed, “but I’m not heading out with Beau or Jacques tonight. I’m going out with Mitchel.”
“...oh?”
“Yeah, he wants to take me to all the ‘local dining establishments’ in the house and Two Currents is tonight. We’ve already been to Daisuke’s and Freddy’s.”
“Right, Freddy had said Mitchel was doing his food critic rounds. And he’s been taking you too?”
“It’s been fun!” You finished putting your hair back into some semblance of order. “I’ve been wanting to go to your restaurant for ages anyway. Every time you talk about what you’re up to there I get positively ravenous.”
“Well, I’ll be sure to step it up for you tonight.”
“I’m looking forward to it!”
You waved as you headed out of the living room and towards the stairs. You had promised to play a game with Parker before your dinner date with Mitchel, and you knew that “quick” was not really in the hyper guy’s vocabulary when it came to his favorite pastime. He was a lot of fun but sometimes you worried about how intense he got. Luckily tonight he just wanted to play a quick game of Apology which only included two high volume rants about various aspects of play style, board game history, and the struggle of the proletariat. You were right on time to meet Mitchel in the kitchen and even had time to freshen up a little in the bedroom with a slightly nicer top, a pretty flowy piece with a lower neckline and a vibrant floral print that made you smile. Sure, you were just going downstairs, but who really needed an excuse to look nice?
Mitchel was happy to see you, a reaction that increased the more time you spent enjoying food together. He was nice and could be very funny, but always seemed on the cusp of being condescending. Still, he really knew food (obviously) and always gave praise where it was deserved.
“Now I know you and Koa have become fast friends,” Mitchel told you as you approached the living room, “but you can’t let that color your judgement of his business, my dear. We must be unbiased!”
“Don’t worry, Mitchel,” you tell him, “I’ll be completely honest. Koa won’t disappoint.”
“Glad to hear you have such confidence in me, buddy!”
You were right, of course. Koa was in his element. He’d transformed the living room into something inviting and beautiful, and the food was positively phenomenal. Both yours and Mitchel’s effusive compliments had Koa beaming, buoyed on the praise, his strong arms curled around the two of you as you ate. You’d never shared Koa’s lap before and it felt strangely taboo, intimate yet embarrassing.
“I’m glad you liked it,” he told them. Then, looking right into your eyes only, with his smooth voice toned slightly lower, “I’ll be sure to satisfy you every time, I promise.”
You couldn’t be sure if your flushed face was due to his words, the heat of his body, or too much soju. No matter the reason, you were sure you’d need to come back and sample more from Koa’s kitchen very soon.
The next few days were so hectic that you didn’t manage to make any time for your afternoon naps with Koa until nearly a week later. Finally, when you had wrapped a few loose ends (finally managed to persuade Eddie to let you swing by the Breaker Box tomorrow to help with repairs) and you got down to the living room, it was already past sunset. Still, you made a slow but determined b-line to your leafy print couch to see him for just a few minutes.
Koa was already getting ready to sleep, it seemed like, as he’d already shed his shirt and jewelry. He didn’t seem to mind the late greeting, though, smiling up at you from the couch as always, warming you from the inside out.
“Hey, buddy! Long time no see.” His eyes narrowed slightly, his mouth tilting down. “You look spent.”
“It’s been a long week. I’ve been trying to get Holly, Phoenicia, and Eddie to accept some help so they’ll stop working so hard and ended up being a little hypocritical, I guess.” You said with a sigh. “I missed our nap time, I know. Just wanted to see you before I crashed.”
“Missed me, huh?”
“Yeah, I did.” You were too tired to engage any kind of filter. And Koa was safe, solid, comforting. Plus it was true, you had missed Koa. You missed his easy company. You missed his voice and his laugh.
“It’s late, but that doesn’t mean we can’t spend time together like we usually do, yeah?” He opened his arms wide. “I think I can help you recharge enough to get up to bed safely. Those stairs can be treacherous.”
You huffed a laugh. Stella, in either of her forms, could not reasonably be called any kind of dangerous. Except maybe to your patience. But you couldn’t refuse that smile.
“Okay, then. Make some room, big guy.”
He surprised you by shaking his head, instead indicating his lap by patting his thighs with both hands.
“Comfiest seat in the house is right here.”
Nonplussed, you dutifully sat on one of his thighs, similar to your night out with Mitchel. Koa further surprised you by reaching down with one arm to scoop your legs up and drape them over his other thigh, big hand staying tucked under your legs to hold you there. You reached out with one arm, hand on his chest, to steady yourself as his other arm curled around your back. This was a very different configuration but you felt so warm and comfortable wrapped up in his embrace that you still felt yourself melt into his embrace with a soft sigh, head lolling onto his shoulder.
There was a hitch in his breathing that had you looking up into his face. He was biting his lip, slightly flushed.
“Everything okay?”
“Oh yeah,” he said, eyes swinging back to meet yours, “Maika’i no au. Just… wanted to give you something.”
You smiled, lifting yourself up slightly to look at him easier.
“Another gift?”
“Yeah, an important one.”
He dipped his hand under his cushions and pulled something out, safe in his large fist. You put out your hand and he dropped a small candy heart into your open palm. It said “I luv you” in faded pink writing. Before you can open your mouth to ask, he’s already speaking.
“I don’t think you know how much our time together has meant to me, these quiet times.” His eyes flick to yours for a moment, dark and earnest. “My last owner was never able to just relax, constantly gabbing on his phone, and that had me always on edge too. I hated it. But you, you understand the need for peace, for easy companionship without needing so many words.”
He flexed those big arms around you, pulling you up his body slightly and pressing you closer to his warmth.
“I love our quiet afternoons together, but I love our conversations too. I’m just as replenished after talking to you as I am after a good snooze, and you know I love a snooze.”
He grinned at you, but his eyes were still serious.
“But this isn’t just friendship to me. I thought it was, but then you said you were going on a date with Mitchel.”
“It wasn’t really a–”
“I know that now.” The hand at your back had wandered up to the back of your head and threaded through your hair. He scraped his nails gently along your scalp, and you shivered. “But it could have been, yeah? And you could find someone else in this house that you want to be close to. Closer than this.” He squeezes you again and bends his head slightly to murmur right into your ear. “And I realized I don’t want that to happen. I want to be the only one that gets to be this close to you, the one who gets to feel you like this.”
His hot breath on the shell of your ear, those words. You could feel a flush spread across your face and down your neck.
“Oh.”
You felt stupid and sluggish, shocked. But very very pleased.
“I’d like that too, Koa.”
He turned his head slightly, his mouth barely grazing the flushed skin of your neck. You could feel his smile grow.
“Yeah?”
You moved your hand, still resting on his wide chest, to comb through the dark hairs there.
“Definitely.”
The rumble of satisfaction in his chest seemed to vibrate your whole body and the satisfaction on his face as he pulls back to look at you sends a zing of lust right down to your core. Without words, he angles his head and pulls you into a kiss. His movements are slow, deliberate, and give you plenty of time to protest, but you don’t want to stop him. The press of his mouth, the scratch of his goatee, is exactly what you didn’t know you craved. The tiny sound of satisfaction that escapes you seems to inspire him because he slots his mouth more fully against yours and His tongue flicks out, asking permission. You open gladly and he licks into your mouth, hot and delicious.
The slide of his tongue on yours, the press of his hands, has you feeling slick and needy so fast. Your hands creep up around his neck, one burying itself in his dark curls and the other scraping your nails at the back of his neck. His quiet moan, muffled by your mouth, lights you up inside.
Koa has his hand on the back of your head, occasionally flexing in your hair; the tug at your scalp has your temperature spiking and you rub your thighs together, needing some friction. He notices, breaking away from your mouth with a grin.
“You want to feel good, ipo?” He moves his hand from your thigh, tracing along the crease between stomach and thigh towards your apex. “I can do something about that, if you want me to.”
“I want. I really want.” Ugh, why did you say that? But he just smiles down at you, dark and dilated eyes crinkling at the corners. He’s so handsome.
“Good.”
His hand presses your legs slightly apart then follows the seam of your shorts. You gasp as he ghosts over your clit and then up to your waistband before disappearing under your shirt. He passes a thumb over a bra-covered nipple, humming in satisfaction at how hard it already is.
“Then how about we lose these clothes and you let me get busy?”
You nod vigorously and move to leave his lap. His hand grips your hair for a brief moment, angling you toward him for one more deep kiss before he lets you up. You’re lightheaded for a moment, likely grinning foolishly, before working on slipping off your shorts and underwear. You toss your shirt and bra to the floor next, turning back to him just as Koa drops his hands to the waist of his wrap. He leans back on the couch as he opens it, letting the two ends drop to either side of him, unwrapping himself for you like a gift. And gifted he is. He’s bare underneath and you’re greeted by his thick cock, flushed dark against his brown skin. It’s arched along the swell of his belly, following the line of his dark treasure trail. Your mouth waters and he crooks his fingers at you.
You happily approach, stepping between his legs and raising one of yours to mount his lap, but he stops you with a hand on your calf. He guides you to place your foot next to his hip on the couch then strokes the back of his fingers from your ankle along your leg and inner thigh, slowly approaching your wet slit as goosebumps rise on your skin. His mouth descends on your breasts, pressing open mouthed kisses along the soft swell of each, making small passes with his tongue over your nipples. His hand pauses at the crease between your stomach and thigh before stroking over your curls and seeking out your wet opening. He makes a brief circle around your clit before pressing a thick finger into your slit and you moan at the intrusion. He sucks at a nipple as he starts to pump his finger at a steady pace, fleshy palm making light, teasing contact with your clit at random passes. Your hands are in his hair again before you even register your own movement.
“Oh, yes, that’s good.”
“Mmm, sure is.” He presses his middle finger inside you along with his index on the next upstroke, sucking at your nipple and wringing another moan from you at the same time. “You’re already feeling so good on my fingers. Looking forward to being all the way in you, ipo.”
You can’t help but agree but it doesn’t quite make it from your thoughts to your voice as he adds a third finger, spreading and scissoring inside you, as he grinds his palm to your clit and places a sucking bite to the underside of one breast. All words turn to shaky gasps and a groan that seems to come from your toes.
“So wet and hot. Mm-mmm. Maybe you’re ready for me now, huh? You wanna try?”
“Oh yes, yes,” you burst out, and move again to straddle him.
“Nah, let’s try it the other way.”
You lock eyes with him, questioning, and he pulls his fingers from your pussy to twirl one, still wet, in the air to indicate you turn around.
“Trust me! I’m making sure I make a good impression.”
You’ve recovered enough wits to flick your eyes up and down him with an obvious once over, taking in the hard muscles in his arms and the softness of his belly down to his strong legs and gorgeous dick. You don’t hide how much you appreciate what you see, and grab the hand that’s still slick with your arousal.
“Pretty sure you already have, Koa.” Then you take those glistening fingers into your mouth, sucking your flavor and his from them with a swirl of your tongue. The look on his face, hungry, has more moisture gathering between your thighs.
“And I need to keep that up if I’m going to keep up with you, huapala. Damn…”
He gives himself a little shake and pulls his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop before spinning you around, one hand on each hip, and guiding you back onto his lap. You whine dramatically, as if you were anything but excited to see what he had in mind. Koa slides his hips to the edge of the couch and guides you to straddle him in reverse, your lower legs pressed against the outside of his thighs. You feel him lean back against the couch before his hand moves between both your legs to palm his cock. You feel the brush of his hand on your thigh as he gives himself a brief pump, then uses his other hand to guide you down onto him. As the head of his cock presses against then breaches your slick opening, you can feel the thickness of him that you had just been appreciating and you’re glad he had opened you up a little beforehand. The stretch of him is lovely, though, and you revel in every inch he slides in, taking his time to fill you until the backs of your thighs meet the top of his.
You’re panting by this point and he lets out a deep groan that you feel almost as a physical touch.
“Oh yeah, knew that you would feel good. Such a snug and comfy little pussy. Making me feel so cozy and welcome. You feeling good, pretty girl?”
You wonder briefly if he’s talking to you or your intimates. Either way the answer is a resounding: “Yes, feels so good!”
“What a fantastic view you’re missing,” he rumbles.
You open eyes you didn’t realize you had closed to see your imperfect reflection on the black screen of the television. God, you were completely exposed like this! Spread across Koa, breasts and stomach jiggling as he starts to fuck you, slow and steady, on his lap. Anyone could be watching you fall apart like this, desperate and writhing.
“Don’t worry, huapala, Telly is at the poker game in the attic. And the rest of the living room is at Bev’s grand re-re-reopening party. Gonna be there a while.” He emphasizes that last word by grinding your hips down on his, flexing his thighs to increase the friction. It punches the air from your lungs and you don’t know if you’re feeling relief that you’re alone for this or disappointed. “Good thing too, hey? You know I like taking my time, doing things right.”
And he is taking his time with you. The slow motion of his hips is like the gentle rhythm of the tide while his hands gripping your waist lifts and presses you down on his cock. You barely lift off him, just a few inches, before he’s pressed back into the deepest part of you. You’re so full, so wet; you can feel your juices dripping from you down his balls, onto the couch (also him), onto the floor. God, he’s making you crazy. You reach down to touch your clit but one big hand flashes out with surprising speed to bat it away.
“Uh uh. Leave it be.”
“Koa, please!”
“No touching, ipo. Want you to feel this first, really feel me. Don’t rush it.” At your groan, he chuckles. “Keep trying and I’ll have to stop you better.”
But the slow, short strokes and the power behind them has you riding the edge of something fantastic. You can’t control your hands as one inches towards your clit again. You think he doesn’t see until suddenly you hear that rumble of his again and find both wrists captured. He pins them both in one of his strong hands behind your back, spreading and exposing your body even more to your own reflection.
“Bad girl, huh? And here I was about to amp things up. Oh well, guess not.”
Your groan is positively pathetic now. With one hand being used to hold your wrists, Koa has to use just his hips to keep his movement going. He’s bucking harder to unseat you just enough for friction but not so hard as to jostle you enough to risk falling. Each buck jars you down to your bones and seats his cock so deep in you when you return to his lap. The vibrations hit everywhere and your clit feels both neglected and somehow overstimulated. With his other hand he’s torturing you further, alternating plucking and rolling your hard nipples.
“Mmm, such a perfect body. I’m a lucky guy tonight, ipo.” He leans over slightly to grin at you in your reflection. “And such a fantastic view.”
“Please, please, Koa. I need you, I need more.”
“What do you need? Be a little more specific, yeah?”
An extra hard buck and his cock just kisses your cervix, and oh it’s so much, so good. A moan rips out of you as he pinches hard at a nipple before soothing it with a wide, smooth palm.
“Please fuck me, Koa. Touch my clit, make me cum. God, I want to cum on your cock, please!”
At that you can feel his rhythm stutter, a shiver shaking through those thick thighs supporting you.
“Oh, you know how to beg pretty too, huh?” His changing position beneath you, around you, is like a mountain shifting. He brings his upper body up to crowd you, letting the hot curve of his belly along your spine keep your wrists trapped so he has both hands free. First he just uses them to torment both your breasts, pinching and tugging and rubbing until you feel like you’re losing your mind. His fat cock is just sitting inside you, pressing its shape into your insides, with just the flexing of his body making any friction within you.
“This what you want, hm?”
One big hand trails down to that throbbing place where you’re joined. Two thick fingers trace along your lips, stretched around his fat cock. Then he’s ghosting finger pads along your swollen clit. It’s like a lightning strike and you cry out, completely forgetting just how crowded this house really was.
“Mmm, I like that sound. Want to hear it again.”
He presses two fingers on your button and uses his other hand to grind your hips together. It’s so much and not enough, but it does have you whimpering again and wriggling in his hold.
“Look at that pretty woman I have, baby. Look.”
He lifts the hand at your hips to your chin, pressed to your own chest as you stare down at his fingers on you, and angles your head up to look at your reflection again. You see him curled around you, possessive and hungry. You see yourself, needy and desperate and wrecked. You let out a high pitched little whimper and, with a few quick circles rubbed into your clit, you cum. He wanted you to see your own face as you reach that peak, but all you can see is his. The clench of his jaw, how he squeezes his eyes shut as he feels you clamp and quiver around him. His dark curls disheveled, sticking to his sweaty skin around his hairline.
“Th-that’s it, huapala. So good.”
Then those big hands are pulling you off him; you practically sob with the loss, but then he’s standing, carrying you with him before spinning you both and placing you on his couch. Your hands are on the back, knees on the seat. You feel the hot, hard line of his cock pressed against you as he looms behind you. One of his hands traces the line of your spine before taking a handful of your ass cheeks in each hand and squeezing, spreading you for his gaze. The sound he makes is pure anticipation and appreciation.
“Gorgeous,” he murmurs, almost to himself. Then, directly to you, “Are you ready? Because I’m done taking my time with you.”
“Yes, please, Koa, now!”
“Yeah, now.”
And he presses into you again in one long stroke, his back arched backwards so he can get as deep as possible without his stomach getting in the way. It wrings such a debauched sound out of you that you’re almost embarrassed until you realize that it’s echoed by the tortured groan from Koa’s own mouth. His thrusts are as long now as they were short before, letting you feel the full extent of him. He pulls almost completely out before slamming back to the hilt, his balls slapping against your clit on each downstroke. The hands on your ass are gripping hard, still spreading you wide and pulling you back against him as his hips power into you. You know he’s watching the jiggle of your ass, your breasts, your stomach every time he seats himself deep inside.
“Damn, you look good like this. Taking me so good. So soft and pretty.”
The sweet words have you clenching around him and he lets out a guttural grunt. Then he’s bending over you, one hand planting itself next to yours on the back of the couch while the other arm bands across your waist so his hand can squeeze your breast. His thrusts are speeding up, getting shallower. God, it feels good to be surrounded by him, invaded by him. His stomach presses into you from your tailbone and up your lower spine, plush and warm. You feel his mouth, his teeth at your neck kissing and biting and sucking. You find yourself hoping he leaves marks and not just the bruises on your hips or the feel of your sore, used pussy you’re already looking forward to enjoying later. You want him to leave obvious proof, to stake a claim.
“Mark me up, Koa! Fuck me and bite me and make me yours!”
“Fuck, what are you saying? Gonna make me cum with that mouth and that sweet pussy!”
“Yeah, fill me up! I wanna be dripping with you all night!
He curses again, ground out through obviously gritted teeth, and then bites down hard on the juncture between your neck and shoulder. Koa sucks harshly at the skin there as his hips speed up again and the hand on your breast swipes back down your body to your clit. The broken sound you let out when he rubs at your clit is positively debauched, and you can tell he loves it when his rhythm stutters. His thrusts are getting shallower again, like he can’t bear to be anything but as deep in you as he can be, grinding into sweet spots you didn’t know you had. He’s groaning at your throat, breathing heavy, but still stroking at your clit so good. And then, with one hard thrust and a circling press to your clit and another bite at your jugular, you’re shattering around him again.
It feels like a freefall before you deploy your wingsuit with the Hanks. Blood pounds in your ears so hard at your orgasm that you can barely hear Koa’s bitten off shout as he follows you over the edge. Heat blossoms inside you as he cums and that sends echoes of pleasure rippling through you. He keeps thrusting through the aftershocks, the sound obscenely wet with your mingled fluids. You’re both panting when he finally slows, stops, and slips from you. He steps away on slightly unsteady legs as your body slumps to the cushions. Eyes shut, you feel him settle heavily next to you. A moment of quiet stretches between you as you both catch your breath.
“Wow.”
You huff out a breath of laughter and crack open your eyes slightly to look at him. Koa’s head is leaned back, resting on the top edge of the couch, his limp arms and legs spread. His lovely brown skin is damp with sweat, his curls wild. When he risks a look at you, you’re sure he’s seeing the same signs of satisfied exhaustion in you. His eyes are warm and affectionate.
“Wow is right,” you finally manage. “That was fantastic.”
“Can’t say I don’t like hearing that. I’m feeling pretty fantastic, too.” He lets out a tired chuckle. “Got to say, though, I don’t think I want to send you up those stairs tonight after all.”
You feel his appreciative eyes on you as you stand, stretch, and pull on your underwear. Those eyes widen slightly in pleasant surprise as you walk over to stand between his spread legs and lean over to kiss him soundly, if briefly, on the mouth.
“You want me to spend the night with you? Kind of forward of you, Koa. I might think you want to start something.”
He bursts out laughing, one hand coming up to stroke along your skin from your thigh to the bottom of your still naked breasts.
“Pretty scandalous, you’re right. Don’t know what I was thinking.”
You make a production of pretending to think it over, one hand coming up to drum your fingers on your chin and your eyes flashing up to the ceiling. Then you shrug, grinning down at him as he leans forward to press a kiss to your stomach.
“I guess spending an occasional night on the couch wouldn’t ruin me.”
His chuckle was deep and dark, filled with enough promise to give you shivers as his breath fans over your skin.
“Is that a challenge, ipo?”
Your laugh is breathy enough to be telling how much you like that idea, and it pulls another full laugh out of him.
“There’s always next time, Koa. Right now, I think I’ll take a page out of your book and get some shut eye.”
He smiles at you, earnest affection obvious in his dark brown eyes, and nods his head towards the length of the couch. You separate and he lays down, still nude, on top of his now very wrinkled lavalava. Happily, you grab the knitted blanket from the nearby chair before you slip into your usual position along his body. He immediately slips his arms around you, one hand sinking into your hair and the other taking a comfortable handful of your ass. The blanket is pulled over the both of you (and you hope Mateo won’t be too scandalized in the morning).
“Hmm,” you moaned, already boneless in his embrace.
“Guess I tired you out, huh?”
You snort.
“Don’t pretend you’re not drained too.” You flash a slightly sheepish grin at him at his startled chuckle. “Pun mostly intended.”
“And mostly very true, so I think we can let it slide.” He squeezes you to him and sighs. “Comfy?”
“Incredibly.” Your eyes are already shut, sleep flirting at the edge of your mind. “I love you, Koa.”
You feel his wide chest beneath you expand and contract with a satisfied sigh.
“I love you, too, Ku`u Lei. Goodnight.”
And then you’re asleep, safe and comfortable as only Koa can make you.