🦆stubborn duck🦆

(Smut chapter! I'm using this opportunity to write new positions and such, so I do apologize if it gets hard to understand at any point)

Als hand slides down my cheek, gripping my jaw like it often does.It's as if he craves me, holding himself back because he's still holding onto those moments that scarred him.

Our tongues colliding against each other with a sense of need.The taste of him a bitter contrast to my own mouth that he tells me always tastes like maple syrup and caramel.

I feel his other hand slide down under my shirt.Feeling like crackles of fire on my bare skin.

The hand on my jaw tightens, causing me to groan.

He breaks the kiss, again ready to pull away.Leave me as a mess that he's created.

"Wait.." he grab his collar, stopping him.

Though panic floods in his eyes, he stops.

"Trust me.." I whisper.

He swallows.

"I do..but-.."

"Can we try something..?"

He pauses. "..okay.."

I pull him up with me, straddling his lap.

His hands resting on my waist, mine resting between his neck and shoulders, my thumbs massaging the muscles.

"Don't throw me." I lean closer, "just tell me if its to much. Okay?"

He nods as I bring my lips back to his.

As we kiss, devouring one another with urgency I keep my hands in the same place, gently massaging his shoulder blades.Slowly rolling my hips against him.

He groans, tightening his grip on my waist, pulling me down closer.Building up my own erection.

I quicken my pace, the kiss becoming sloppy.

Our breathing becoming more like breathless pants.

Our lips part for a moment before crashing back together a few times for quick kisses.A rythym we've created together in the dimly lit room.

I slide my hand down his chest, feeling his body begin to tense.I'm not sure if he's wanting me to stop, or if this is him wanting more.Either way his own arousal would be better off if he doesn't panic or tells me to stop.

My fingers stop at the button on his pants, giving him a chance to stop me.

I come to a stop, our foreheads resting against eachother as I unbutton his pants.He swallows, the high that was distracting him dying down, I won't let it though.

I reach my hand into his pants, slowly bringing his cock out.

"Luci-.."

"Shh.." I kiss his jaw, nipping at the skin.

I snap my own pants off, bringing my hips up as I position myself above his shaft. Nuzzling my face into his neck my breathing heavy as I lower my hips, his length stretching my ass out painfuly slowly.

I croak out a moan, slowly moving, although I haven't fully taken him in.My panting has began to create its own noise, unable to control it.

He pulls my hips down a bit more, his nails digging into my waist.

"F-fuck~ Al~" I moan, my body writhing.

I lower myself completely, taking a minute to get used to his size.

Tremling, I set a pace with him, my hips rolling once more with patience and control.

My fingers slide into his hair, our lips brushing together, despite that, his shaky pants begin little kisses down my neck.Beads of sweat forming on my forehead.

He bites down on my neck, a whimper escaping my lips to follow.

His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me as close to him as possible as he flips us.I gasp as my back hits the bed, lips teeth sinking into another spot on my neck.

"Mm~! Alastor~!" I whimper.

I haven't felt like this in who knows how long..

He thrusts into me, my body arching as I groan.Another newly created pattern forming as our bodys sync.

I moan, his lips trailing up my neck, he takes my hand, one still holding me in place.Our fingers linking together as the pleasure persues.My head falling back as I tighten my grip on his hand.

"Al..f-fuck~" I spit out.

His breath hitting my neck in desperate pants, feeling him get closer to an orgasm.

I moans, his pace becoming more erratic.

His hand holding mine above my head, against the headboard.

The hand in his hair tightening, the room hot with a heavy scent of sex.

He thrusts at a slower pace, once, twice, a third time, and then once more that he holds deep inside of me.

His seed spilling into my body as I arch my back, moaning shakily.

Our bodies trembling together, held tightly, still intimately connected.

"You're-..so fucking sexy.." I mumble, catching my own breath.

"That was..special.." he whispers, finally pulling out and pulling me close.

"Good special or bad special-?"

"Fucking amazing..special.."

I can feel my face heat, his hand cupping my cheek.

"I love you, more than anything."

I swallow, "I love you too.."

He pulls my face closer into another kiss, gentle, despite the rather intense moment.