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San looked perfect without even trying.
He is sitting on the couch, hair falling into his eyes as he flipped a page of his book. One leg stretched out, the other bent just enough to pull his sweatpants tight around his thigh. Completely absorbed and completely unaware of how badly he was affecting you.
You hadn’t meant for anything to happen… really.
You were just passing by. Just glancing at him.
But every time his lips moved silently as he read… every time his jaw flexed when he concentrated… every time his fingers tapped the page…
You felt a small, warm feeling unfurling in your stomach.
It built quietly at first, until you couldn’t ignore it anymore.
You walked toward him slowly, pretending to tidy something on the coffee table. His eyes flicked up at you for a moment, just a glance, soft and fond in that way that he had before dropping back to the book.
That tiny look only made your hunger worse.
You hesitated for a heartbeat.
Then you sank to your knees between his legs.
He didn’t notice at first, not really, until he felt your hands slide up his thighs. His fingers stilled on the page. He looked down, blinking once, twice, lips parting slightly in surprise.
“Baby?” he murmured, voice soft. “What are you…”
But you were already tugging gently at the waistband of his sweatpants, looking up at him with nothing but mischief and desire.
He exhaled, a slow, warm breath, his book lowering slightly.
“You look so… delicious just sitting here,” you said softly as you ran your hands up and down his thighs. “So focused, so serious…”
“You’re unbelievable,” he murmured, amused, pushing his book aside, giving you his full attention now. “And that makes you want to….?”
Your hands cupped him through the fabric, feeling him already hardening for you.
“It makes me want to,” you breathed. “See how delicious you really are right now.”
San exhaled sharply. He lifted his hips just enough for you to pull his sweats and boxers down, freeing his length, already half-hard, already warm in your hand. His breath caught, his thighs tensing just slightly.
You stroked him slowly first, teasing, watching him grow in your palm. His head tipped back against the couch, a soft groan slipping out.
When you leaned forward and took him into your mouth, his hand immediately fell into your hair.
“God…”
You hollowed your cheeks and took more of him, savouring the weight, the heat, the pulse of him on your tongue. You started slow, long, deep strokes up your throat, then easing back, lips wrapped tightly around the head, teasing the underside.
Every time you looked up at him, his gaze was already on you, his beautiful lips parted, completely undone.
“You’re… too much,” he breathed, brushing your hair back so he could see your face. “Too pretty like this.”
You moaned around him, the vibration drawing a sharp gasp from his lips.
His thighs trembled.
Your hands explored his hips, his lower stomach, the base of his length as your mouth worked him slowly but greedily, building the tension with every wet glide of your tongue.
He tried to keep watching you, but his eyes kept fluttering shut.
“Fuck… baby wait…too good…”
You didn’t stop.
You kept going, sucking harder, taking him deeper until your nose brushed his lower stomach, your throat tightening around him. He hit the back of your throat, bringing sounds from you that only turned him on even more. His fingers gripped your hair.
“You’re gonna make me cum,” he warned softly, voice shaking. “I won’t last if you keep…”
But you pulled back only long enough to say:
“Then cum, baby. Cum in my mouth.”
His breath faltered. He completely gone, eyes rolling back with sheer ecstasy.
You wrapped your lips around him again, stroking him with one hand while your mouth focused on the tip, tongue circling slowly, deliberately. His thighs trembled harder, his breathing breaking apart into short, desperate sounds.
“Baby, I… holy fuck, you feel…”
He tried to hold back. You could feel the tension in his body, the restraint.
But when you moaned again around him, he lost every ounce of control.
“Baby, I’m… Oh, fuck…”
He came with a deep, broken gasp, hips lifting off the couch as he spilled hot into your mouth, his hand gripping your hair as his whole body trembled. You swallowed everything, licking him softly as he shuddered through the aftershocks.
When you finally sat back on your heels, licking your lips, he stared down at you with a look that was pure hunger.
“Okay,” he stood and pulled you to your feet, grabbing your chin and kissing you deeply. “Now it’s my turn.”