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The day’s beating sun had begun to set not long ago, painting the sky in vibrant watercolor swatches of gold and scarlet. refracting rays beamed through the New Eridu’s haze and punctured the clouds loft in the heavens. Ripples of heat fragmented the visual stability of distant buildings, and the condensed burn settled within the pavement began to lift and cool, though it did nothing to save the air from being anything other than suffocating.
Evening traffic had built up as workers made their quickest attempts home, instead caught up by road congestion and crossing pedestrians. Not all who dared trek the city asphalt would find the confines of the law satisfying, however. Pavement markings and yielding lights be damned, a curfew was to be met, lest a brother’s wrath be faced, and that was far more fear provoking than any PubSec officer on the force.
The deafening roar of a motorcycle’s exhaust dwarfed the rest of the city’s clamor. It weaved sharply, yet not dumbly around cars that were found too slow for its rider’s liking, and gambled its ferocity with those of more daring nature; winning over even the most zealous contestants on four wheels.
Unfortunately, every great race must come to an end, and the undefeated champion had found his match with an ill-timed stop light. A bit too short of the intersection, Lighter was unable to bridge the gap without making an ass out of himself. With a lead-wristed tug of his right hand and adjustment of his foot, his bike thrust itself into a quick halt.
Were he alone, maybe he'd think of taking the risk, but the taut grip around his waist reminded him to think better of it. He peered over his shoulder and past the length of his nose, sunglasses perfectly in place.
An amused smirk tugged at his lips.
“Still with me, Belle?”
A blue-banged forehead peeled off the back of Lighter's jacket, and the Proxy allowed herself a staunch huff and shimmy of her shoulders. Her grasp loosened around Lighter's midsection, though her arms never fell away completely.
“I haven't flown away yet,” she chimed. “You sure love making yourself known, for someone who isn't too keen on being noticed by the authorities.”
“It's just a little showboating,” Lighter retorted.
“I'm not breaking any laws–”
“Speeding.”
“–other than speeding.”
Belle's brows creased. There was definitely more on his offense docket than just a flying speedometer.
“It's hard to transition from the rules of the Outer Ring. Or rather, the lack thereof,” Lighter declared.
“So I've noticed,” Belle teased. “We should be sure to not tell Wise just how hard your old habits die.”
“Mn…”
“Don’t worry, it’ll be our little secret. I would get in trouble, too,” came through Belle’s teeth with a somewhat tense chuckle to follow.
“Speaking of trouble, how do you feel,” Belle inquired.
His chin tilted in the direction of the voice, but his shaded stare maintained itself on the light above. His knee bobbed in anticipation to let off the break.
“About?”
“Those thugs, outside of Blazewood. You had quite the lineup of loudmouthed dudes ready to try their hands at you, threatening the Sons of Calydon and all that.”
“And try they did,” Lighter answered back. “Many of those gangs act on nothing but hubris, but any real pressure sends them crumbling. Out of all of them, only two were able to even land a proper hit on me. Even Big Daddy had a laugh when I told him about it. As the saying goes; all knuckle, no muscle. ”
“I’m glad you’re okay, but I don’t think that’s a saying…anywhere,” Belle stated.
“How do you know that? The city isn’t the only place with lingo,” Lighter chimed in return.
“You didn’t just make it up to sound cool?”
“...No. Of course not.”
When the stop light turned green, Lighter set off, albeit more tame than before. Belle retightened her arms at his hips with a cheeky smile at her lips. She rubbed her fingers up down the lower length of his leather-clad torso, adding a bit of doting, yet chiding comfort.
Overtime, Belle had increased her visits to Blazewood. Both for work within the Hollow, and for commonplace visits between herself and Lighter. Whether it be a ride around, a meal at Cheesetopia, or to simply just be in each other’s company. On a few occasions, Belle was also present for when Lighter had official business, such as this last time.
It was something that Belle had gotten used to, just as she had gotten used to being picked up by him on casual days, and how she had gotten used to their naturally progressing relationship. Playful banter over a Nitro-Fuel had steadily eased into taking long walks under the desert moon.
At some point, Lighter’s hand had begun coyly brushing against Belle’s when they walked. It was up to Belle to finally link her fingers with that leather glove, though the other hand was quick to reciprocate the hold. That same fateful night, Lighter got his first kiss on the cheek from the Proxy. Lucky was he that it was dark aside from the moonlight, otherwise it would’ve been painfully obvious how hot his blood ran in his cheeks.
Now, such outings were a weekly occurrence. Lighter had stolen her away, and would return her back home before sundown, safe and sound.
Belle was regretful they didn’t decide to stay back with the Sons of Calydon. These visits had begun to feel much too short. There was a yearning that tugged at her heart, wishing for it to last just a bit longer.
Her arms instinctively tightened back around Lighter’s waist, holding him snuggly against her torso. Her arms had grown tired by the time that they wove around the back alleys besides Sixth Street, and Lighter parked his motorbike with a kick and a lean. He let Belle extract herself from the seat before he stood himself, and adjusted his coat.
They ended up just around the corner and down the street from Random Play.
“I’ll walk you to your door,” Lighter stated.
Belle sized the champion up and down, from the bulk of his boots to the dark crown of hair on his head. He cut a rather intimidating figure, with those sunglasses and studded mitts. The silhouette of such a man in the confines of form-fitted clothes didn’t leave much to be desired as much as it did display what was on the menu.
A menu the Proxy herself intended to order from.
“Thanks. You're such a gentleman,” Belle answered singingly. She felt the warmth of a large hand on the small of her back as the taller man escorted her along, weaving out of the backstreet and around several other pedestrians.
A few paces further, and the pair were at the storefront. The air, on Lighter's part, grew tentative and, if the leather clad palm rubbing against the back of his neck was any indication, awkward.
“You're here, and before sundown. With my job done, I suppose I’ll head back. Gotta stop by the convenience store before riding; stock up on road food.”
Contrary to the rider, Belle seemed all but uncertain. She puffed out her chest, let forth an exacerbated huff, and snatched up the man's free hand. When their fingers Interlocked, she strode herself a step forward.
She watched Lighter's ears ignite, his brows jump in surprise, and his lips purse. What he didn't do, however, was run. He couldn't. But unlike the night under the moon, he couldn't hide either.
“You should stay. It's been a long day, so you can take a shower upstairs and I can put on a movie and grab some snacks for after you’re done. Sound good?”
“Oh—uh, would that really be okay with you?” Lighter’s voice was leaning eerily close to sounding as though he was about to get cold feet. That changed with an audible swallow.
“I mean, yeah, totally…but only if you’re really down. I don’t have anywhere to be until later tomorrow.”
Belle’s eyes squint in a modicum of mirth, and she would lead Lighter to the door, which she swung open and he caught with his previously rubbing palm, ensuring the both make it inside without breaking the connection of their other other hands, but the hold dropped the moment they heard a rustling. The pair stopped dead in their tracks when they were met with a pressing glance from the grey-haired sibling behind the counter.
“I was just getting ready to lock the door,” Wise stated. A fiendish smile almost found his expression, but missed it just by an inch. “Good of you two to make it before I did.”
Belle could feel Lighter’s arm stiffen, and that likely went for the rest of him as well. When she looked up, she caught the leader-clad man’s own stare shift from her, and her brother, before he slowly raised his glove to ruffle up the artificially royal tresses atop her head. She leaned her head into the touch.
“Since I’m gonna stay awhile, I’m gonna go move my bike to the parking lot. I’ll meet you upstairs.” His voice was cleared with a hoarse grumble, before he would tip his head in direction of Wise—who was, for the record, far less perturbed than him, if at all.
“Nice seeing you, Lighter,” Wise declared in farewell.
“You too, brother,” Lighter answered back, then twisted on a heavy boot heel and exited out the front door to go retrieve his ride; and to escape the conversation that has the possibility to occur.
“I’m gonna need some space tonight, Wise,” Belle said the moment the entryway’s latches were hinged shut.
“Lighter’s gonna probably spend the night. We're gonna watch a movie and relax in my room.”
“Say less,” came from her brother. “Won't hear a peep out of me. Maybe I'll go for an after-shift walk and treat myself to some noodles.”
At any other time, Belle would've gotten jealous, but tonight brought a much more acquired taste to her palette. A feast Wise didn’t want to be anywhere near.
“You’re free to spend your evening in peace with the Red Scarf. Just don’t make any decisions you’ll regret,” Wise teased.
“Thanks, I think we’ll stay away from getting Nitro-Fuel poisoning or playing knucklebones with nails ” Belle mused in relief, and amusement.
“All set then. Let me lock up and head out. You go on up.”
A salute of two fingers, before the younger sibling was off and up to the second floor. She entered her room and haphazardly tossed a few scraps of trash that had accumulated on her coffee table in the bin, and lifted up her scattered plushies and pillows from being all over the floor. Just in time, she heard the creaking of stairs. She was caught picking up the last pillow and tossing it on the sofa’s cushion.
Arms folded, with his tall form leaning high on the door frame and a telltale grin on his face, Lighter gave a small glance around, pushing his glasses down for emphasis.
“You don’t gotta make it perfect for me. I’ve lived with and still live with people who are messier than this,” he assured.
Belle didn’t know if she could have taken it as a compliment or not. She stood up straight and stared at her companion in silence for a moment, instead.
“If I could take you up on that shower, that’d be great. Worked up quite a sweat today, and think it’d be best for both of us if I wash up,” Lighter continued.
“Ah, right.”
“Much appreciated.”
Belle quickly showed him the bathroom just left of Wise’s room. She fetched him a spare towel and left him to his own devices for a time, closing her door behind her to her cave. She heard the water turn on, and the squeaking of peeling leather and chafing cloth, even though she had stepped decently far from the entryway. She did her best to quickly find a movie—though, in all truth, there was little interest in its nature or severity. The Proxy had other plans for how the night was going to go, so the pick from her collection was random and tossed into the player without a beat of hesitation. From her endless coffers she found an assortment of sweets; lollipops and gummy candies, which she tossed in place of the previous mess on the table.
And then, with a quick strip of her shoes, stockings, and jacket, Belle would plop herself on the sofa, laying herself on her stomach and kicking her feet in the air, playing the waiting game for her freshly washed fruit to walk back through her door.
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Luckily, and to no surprise at all, Lighter didn't spend needless amounts of time in the shower. He opened the door and slid himself within, a large mass of leather bulk balancing on one arm, with his crimson scarf neatly folded on top, and his boots pinched under the other. Funnily enough, his sunglasses remained perched on his nose.
He was covered in nothing other than the towel at his waist, and the trio of dog tags that hung from the chain around his neck.
Belle had already begun to doze off by the time Lighter had taken his bath, but at the sound of his entry, she sprung to sit up. There was little to do other than ogle once her eyes focused on what stood before her. Damp, tan skin and all the scars from previous battles both before, during, and after his time within the ring. His hair was pushed back from his forehead, though shorter strands had already begun to frame his face as they dried forward.
He looked absolutely irresistible.
“Feel better?” Belle inquired.
“Tenfold. I can just throw the laundry anywhere, yeah?”
“Mhm. There's hangers and space in that closet if you need to hang your jacket up,” Belle assisted with a point to one of the long wardrobe walls from across her bed.
She allowed Lighter to busy himself with tending to his clothes, setting the majority of the folded items on the cabinet near where Eous sleeps, and his boots in front of it. He took Belle up on her offer for the jacket, picking a durable hanger and brushing it free of any motes of dust before storing it away. After such, he joined Belle back on the sofa; dropping his weight next to her and instantly getting comfortable. His legs opened and he sank into the cushions; a puff of relief expunging from his lungs.
Belle granted him an incredulous glance.
“Keeping the glasses on, still? We aren’t gonna watch a movie that’s scary,” she stated.
“I’m comfortable with them on for now,” Lighter returned.
“I understand,” Belle answered simply. She wasn’t out to cause him any unease.
To retrieve the remote for her vintage cathode ray television, Belle rose her hips from her seat in the sofa, and purposefully sank herself closer towards the derobed brawler. She immediately felt the heat off of him, taking in the distinct scent of soap. The movie would begin with a click of a button, and Belle would toss the remote back onto the table in front of their shared throne, replacing the space in her hand with two pieces of hard candy. One of the two was passed off to Lighter, who took it and wasted no time in popping it into his cheek with a satisfied hum and a smile.
“You seem to always know what I want,” Lighter mused.
“I always keep candy for you. You’re a fiend for the stuff,” Belle said. She bit down on her piece, crunching it into dust and taking no real time to savor its flavor.
“You’re the reason why I have so much of it.”
“I’m flattered. Now c’mere,” he beckoned.
Belle leaned into him. There was no space for getting cold feet now. She had to make her move.
It was now or never.
She sank into the warmth that permeated off of his skin, pressing herself up against his side and his sizable bicep, while he snaked his calloused hand around her waist and tugged her in close. When her head fell onto his shoulder, she took a moment to breathe him in. Blood began to pool in her ears as she felt the sturdiness in the rise and fall of his chest, and the inherent comfort that came from being within such close proximity.
She couldn’t help but brush needy lips against the man’s skin, delicately grazing the flesh of his neck with a long, delicate kiss. Clean as he was, he still carried his own scent when Belle took him in. She couldn’t help how it made her feel. Desperate yet secure; hot, yet not at all uncomfortable.
Lighter’s skin declared instant notice of the soft sensation of Belle’s lips, with a shiver riding over him and a small noise of surprise finding the back of his throat. The hand that held Belle’s side held on just a bit tighter, enough so that Belle lifted up her chin and lingered her nose close to where he could see her face.
“Didn’t like that?” She asked.
“Not at all...I mean, I didn’t not like it. It just surprised me,” he breathed.
The glitter in Belle’s eyes would give her away, if Lighter’s vision wasn’t obscured by his shades. She would meld into him further, placing a pale hand on an exposed chest and bumping her head against his, not dissimilar to a cat showing its affections to its owner.
“You smell really good. I can’t tell if it’s the body wash or you, or maybe both, but it smells very good. I couldn’t help myself.”
Belle paused, giving a wayward glance Lighter’s way. Her smile was bordering on knavish.
“You taste good, too, Lighter. Better than the candy.”
“That so?”
“Mn,” Belle hummed. With a lack of rebuttal from the man, Belle would slowly tuck herself back into the crook of his neck and send her lips back where they once were—using the muscle adjacent to the front of his throat as a starting point. Slow kisses were found up and down its length, and her resting hand slowly tickled horizontally across his pectorals. The kisses gradually worked upwards, to the jawline and to his cheek, then to the corner of his mouth.
Lighter’s hand slowly began acting in reciprocation to such touch. It trailed up and down Belle’s side, yet still over her shirt.
His breath hitches, and warmth pooled across his cheeks down his neck. Lighter’s head slowly pivoted to Belle, where he would catch her breath with his own, and their noses touch. So close, and so sweet. Lighter slowly trailed his hand across her back, pulling her ever-closer and partially onto his towel-covered lap.
Belle wasted no time in closing the remaining gap.
Their lips connected delicately at first, peppering kisses and letting the sensation build between such small motes of connection. Belle leaned in closer, and Lighter reciprocated, using his other hand to grab onto her hip and slowly work her over onto his thighs completely. Their kisses deepened, and their eyes closed—hums of approval duetting between the two.
Belle squeezed her thighs inward as she settled into the straddle, fixing Lighter’s hips in place, and slinked her arms around his neck, raising up one to thread her fingers through the back of his drying hair. Her teeth teasingly tugged on his bottom lip, before she glided her tongue across his teeth, imploring to open himself to her deeper.
With Belle on his lap, Lighter’s hands inherently roamed, finding his thumbs up the black fabric of her shirt and gliding across the pinch of her waist, letting the rough breadths of his fingers trace lanes into her supple flesh as their tongues danced together, twisting their chins and savoring each other’s taste.
Lighter was the first to break their connection, giving off a ragged breath and taking in the sight of Belle’s reddened lips—or what he could see of them through his beshaded attention.
“Are we gonna…?”
Belle let her eyes squint in both elation and pride, turning her head just enough to pepper another kiss on his reddened cheek.
“Do you want to?” Belle asks.
“I mean…I—uh, yeah. I wouldn’t mind…but, you…how do you feel?”
“I initiated, Lighter. I think that’s an answer in itself,” Belle assured.
“Listen, better to ask than assume. I don’t jive that way,” Lighter muttered.
“What a good boy,” was the return.
Lighter’s face was like steel fresh from the forge, hot and malleable. Belle replaced her hands to his cheeks and cupped them both, giving a mischievous smile and a wink of an eye. Then, she peeled back, and released the grip of her thighs. She sank further, slowly sliding herself off the sofa and between towel-covered thighs. He had shown his arousal plain, bulging through the fabric of the towel.
“Oh,” Lighter sighed, almost breathlessly.
“No good?” Belle inquired, though her forefingers were already hooked into the hem of the man’s censor, and undoing it from his waist.
Uninhibited by the confines of the cloth, Lighter stood at about half-mast with a telling sheen at the tip. For the time, Belle simply slowly started running her nails up and down his inner thighs, giving a puppy-eyed stare his way.
“No, no,” Lighter pleaded, “I am more than fine with this. So long as you’re comfy, I’m comfy,” he furthered.
“Just…stop if you change your mind, okay?”
Belle let a snort of amusement ripple up through her nose, and she wiggled herself inward. Gingerly, those tentative hands reached inward and took his girth. She felt the weight of him in her palms, and it sent a shiver down her spine. When she looked up at him, she noticed his attention was unfalteringly staring back.
The movie had already been long forgotten.
Belle’s lips brushed up against the tip, planting a kiss on the slit before teasing it with the point of her tongue. Instantly, the taste of him finds her mouth and envelops it, urging her to go further. Down his shaft, she planted similar affections, before lapping up her kisses with her tongue with a coat of saliva.
Her fingers delicately caressed his sack, while his length rested against her cheek. It hardened against her skin, which in turn stirred the warm sensation in her stomach. It brought satisfaction,
and a chuckle, as she took him at the base with her other hand and dragged the flat of her tongue across his frenulum.
She heard him offer his first shaky grunt, and felt his pelvis tense.
“Close your eyes and enjoy, Lighter. Consider this your reward for defeating all of those bad guys.”
“No way,” Lighter stated as his hand rested atop her crown, weaving itself loosely into her fingers.
“View is much too good to pass up.”
Belle opened her mouth, dropping her jaw and taking a relaxing breath through her nostrils. She found his head, pressed it against her tongue as she did moments before—and enveloped it in the hot cavern of her mouth. Careful with her teeth, yet relentless with the pressure that came with the suction of her tongue and the bob of her head. She eased him in, getting a fraction of the way before reeling back and lapping at the newly wettened flesh. When she went down again, it was a modicum closer to the base, before she retracted again.
She teased him; staring up with a glassy, tearful expression as she forced him further in, to her limits, and peeling back, kissing the clear beading that bubbled forth from his slit, and licking it off her lips.
“Good?”
“Mn-hmn, yeah,” was Lighter’s answer, as he chewed on the inside of his cheek.
Those shades did nothing to hide his lust. The way his skin was flushed crimson down his chest. The way his grip tightened in her hair, and his thighs threatened to squirm, yet found the constitution to stay still enough as to not accidentally push the woman wedged within too far.
Belle’s smile crept back across her face. Not at all disheveled, yet all the same, voracious in desire. She couldn’t stop the purr that escaped her bellows, as she peppered another kiss onto the side of his twitching head and momentarily took him in to drink a taste of him yet. She resigned with a loud ‘pop’, resting the wet flesh against her cheek once again.
“Do you want to try something else? I want to,” Belle asserted. “There’s something I want to do to you. But only if you’re willing,” she whispered.
“Already? What would that be?”
“Do you trust me,” Belle inquired.
“I do.”
“Fantastic. So, just enjoy yourself, as you have been. Leave it all to me.”
She took a moment to carefully graze the flat of her teeth against his shaft, and bring the weak flesh of his satchel between her lips for a twirl of her tongue and a suckle. Her hands began creeping outward, back towards his thighs, where she ran her nails against the scarred skin. Her elbows tucked in and her hands found the corner of the sofa’s cushion; she lifted her palms upward, hoisting the weight of Lighter’s thighs into the air the best she could with her meek strength. She did what she could to bring his hips closer, and expose the piece of him she wanted most.
“W-whoa,” Lighter grunted as he was tugged down further onto the sofa; the biker did his best to adjust to his new conditions—heat spreading deep into his stomach as he felt the overexposure and the inclinations of what was going to come. He couldn’t help but feel an inch of shame having such a part free to the air.
“I—Belle?”
“I want to eat you out,” Belle said plainly. “Is that okay?”
She could hear Lighter sputter over his words for a spell, which made her feel all the more anxious to get along with it. She waited for confirmation.
“I don’t…uh,” came through the man’s fluttering lips. It was as though he had forgotten how to speak. How to breathe. Silence suffocated the space between the two, before he would swallow what resignation he had that barred his heart and slowly nodded his head.
“Yeah, sure.”
His voice attempted to sound confident, but Belle saw through the facade. She knew he was apprehensive, though it was a feeling he was sure to forget if she had anything to do about it.
“Hold your legs for me. Keep them in place.”
He instinctively did as he was told, his hands brought down to cuff the backs of his knees while Belle dropped from her’s, sitting rump-first on the floor. She blew a cold breath on the man’s tense entrance; eyes twinkling in ravenous intent as she watched it pucker.
Goosebumps rose high on Lighter’s skin, and the man adjusted himself in some nervous discomfort. Belle amended that with a peck on the back of his thigh. A fist returned to his arching erection, which she slowly worked through deft fingers as her head dipped lower.
Lighter’s breath hitched when Belle latched onto his entrance, using her tongue similarly to how she did before; running it in tickling swirls around the tight muscle before running the center up and down. She breathed out a moan, which in tandem made Lighter groan out in tacit pleasure.
Belle could feel the conflict radiate off of him. The embarrassment, and the thrill. Her thighs press together from the thought of his facial expression alone, though she wouldn’t stop her work to catch any glances just yet. Her hand worked his length, stretching his skin in her palm as her tongue teased his hole, poking just through the threshold before retreating and returning to lick.
“You’re so tasty, Lighter,” Belle whispered. Her free hand caressed the curve of his toned rear, spreading him open wider for her tongue to deepen itself once she decided to continue to further her onslaught.
She could feel his legs trembling, perhaps out of anxiety as well as pleasure. He stiffened and pulsed in her pumping hand just above; so she knew that it couldn’t just be the former. Her head remained in place, and she delved deeper—penetrating him and licking fat stripes around the circumference of his sphincter.
For the first time, Belle heard that sweetened voice escape Lighter’s throat, something far more vulnerable than the grumblings before. It made her sound off in return. He soaked her hand, sending glistening and wet slaps with every swipe of her palm and its rhythms. She paused, only to give his sack another little kiss before peeking up through his thighs.
"H-hey,” Lighter tried not to whine.
“Mnn?”
“That feels great,” he exhaled sharply.
His hair had started to fall back over his forehead, shielding him from some of the obscene view. His sunglasses assisted in that. His hands were far too preoccupied to help him hide anywhere else. His chest raised and lowered in quick succession, and she could see the mark on his lip where he had been biting down.
The heat welling between Belle’s legs could hardly be contained. She idly rocked her hips to the phantom sensations as she went down for a second time, and continued her movements with her tongue to slowly work him open. Her hand on his shaft would stop and lower. She smeared the gloss he leaked across his hole, and cheekily slid the tip of her forefinger, belly-up, inside.
Lighter’s legs jumped, and he would curse under his breath as his back arched. She could see his testicles tense, and the veins in his erection bulge as it thrummed with surprise and desire.
“That’s…oh,” he drawled.
Belle engulfed his girth into her mouth again, as her finger began working in and out of his hole. It was slow at first, purposefully agonizing while acting to train the man how to relax himself. He was so tight around the digit at first—but gradually, he would open up. Lighter’s hips rotated on their own, into the sensation and to help rid any initial discomfort of the intrusion.
Every movement seemed to seep sweet whimpers from the champion’s lips, though the man did his best to hold a sliver of reservation, biting a fraction of them down and reducing them to ragged breath.
Her mouth widened and she hinged her jaw, taking him in close to the throat and retreating in a steady rhythm, staring up towards the glare of those sunglasses while she gyrated her head. She worked him up to a second finger, riding them upwards, until she would find that hard bud within after a bit of practice of curling her fingers.
Lighter almost leapt up from his seat, his nails biting into his flesh as he struggled to maintain the grasp on his legs. Belle’s barrage from the other end sent his eyes crossed and closed. His head leaned back and he ground his hips ever so slightly into the sensation. Sitting still eluded a clouded mind, and Lighter’s rear rose from the sofa and into the sharp, growing pressure he felt in his stomach and groin.
“Belle,” he muttered, licking his lips to lap the saliva forming in the corner of his mouth.
“I’m gonna… don’t keep it in your mouth,” he croaked.
Belle answered with her refusal to let up. Her sucking grew harder; she bobbed her head in rapid, deep movements and let his pulsing girth poke into the beginnings of her throat before letting up and immediately plunging back down. Her fingers ravished his insides, prying him open and mining themselves as deep as they could go to bound his prostate, massaging it in stable yet rapid motions.
Lighter’s toes curled, his hands nearly fumbling their grasp as his head lulled off to the side and he felt himself inching towards the brink of his resolve. His tongue was bitten upon to maintain the volume of his shame as he felt his muscles in his belly spasm and his head lull against the sofa’s backboard. Belle’s mouth was flooded with thick ropes, causing the woman to give off a surprised whine and clamp her eyes shut, tears running down either side from the sensation and the fullness that ached her mouth.
Lighter’s orgasm was so intense he could barely think, his hips bucked and his thighs finally fell out of his vice as he rode out his peak; his fist found Belle’s hair, linking his fingers within. Careful as he could be, he wouldn’t pull at her scalp, wishing not to add insult to what he assumed to be injury.
Belle, stuck in place for a moment, weighed her bets, before she simply opened the back of her throat and allowed him to pour down it, swallowing and letting it burn her sinuses and coat the entirety of her tongue. Once he seemed finished, she slid herself off of him with another sound that resembled a released cork.
Despite his cloud-minded ecstasy, Lighter couldn’t help but feel shame sear through his body. He retracted his hips back, forcing Belle’s digits to slide free as he instead leaned forward to grasp her chin, wiping away a wayward dribble.
“Are you okay? Damn, I’m sorry,” he fretted. The other, uninhibited thumb reached up to rid her cheek from an overstimulated tear.
Belle responded with a squint-eyed smile, just as she did before. A small few coughs leaked through her lips, yet she’d shake her head.
“That was so much fun, seeing you buckle like that. I’m okay, I promise. I’m so happy I could do that for you.”
“You’re so good, you know that,” he groaned.
Lighter’s lips sank into her own, his tongue lapping up his essence and sliding into Belle’s mouth as his hands eased from her chin and to her sides, slowly hoisting her back up and onto his lap. She straddled one of his thighs, grinding herself into the supple meat. She moaned into the kiss, throwing one arm around his neck while the other pinched the bridge of his glasses, where she finally peeled them off of his face.
The stare they shared spoke a million words of affection and lust. Admiration, and need. Lighter’s eyes glittered with all and more in the dim light of Belle’s room.
“Carry me to bed,” Belle gasped once she got a moment to breathe; a silver string of saliva connecting them together.
“And lay on your back,” she whispered. “Your reward isn’t done.”
“Aren’t I the luckiest man ever,” Lighter muttered back, sincerity oozing with each word.
“Yes,” Belle sang. “You are.”
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Lighter’s strength returned in no time at all, and Belle had bestrode his hips all the way to her mattress; effortlessly carried over. Lighter fell back-first onto the blankets, and Belle was placed right atop, now rid of any and all attire. The motes of clothing scattered the ground on the way to the pair’s current spot.
Her hips were already rocking against his stiffening erection, her rear gliding across the slick flesh while Lighter worked and massaged her chest, pinching the pink buds thereof and sending sheepish yet adoring glances over her body. At least, he was, before she had leaned back down and had smothered the man with another array of smooches.
She repeated her petals of affection on his lips and on his nose, but it was his eyelids that caught the most attention. With no more pressure than a butterfly landing on a hound’s snout, her lips brushed against his eyelashes in a state of focused passion and worship.
“You’re amazing, Lighter,” Belle brushed past his ear.
“You’re so handsome. I love your eyes,” she whispered.
“Heh,” he chided, though the amount of blood that flooded his face did all but betray his indifference. He averted his gaze, too, a timid stiffness residing thick in his chest.
“You’re more amazing than me. Always helping me, always there for me. It’s my turn to reward you,” he kissed back, right on the woman’s jawline.
His hips delicately rose upwards into the touch of her grinding, and his hands retreated to her hips, where he pulled her down against him. Arousal flooded them both, Belle barely able to keep herself at bay, her excitement dribbled out of her and across Lighter’s lower stomach.
“You good if I put it in,” came with a calculated exhale.
“Of course,” Belle croaked. “I’ve been waiting for you to.”
They worked together to get into position; Belle raising her hips and Lighter reaching down to grasp and ready his piston for entry. Belle braced and worked herself down, feeling him breach into her and plummet into the wet warmth within. Her hips had to rock to accommodate the man’s girth, her jaws worked tight as she shook at the thighs, bearing it all for the initial intrusion. Belle braced herself back on the man’s lifted knees, letting out an exacerbated whine as she took the man to the hilt.
“Lighter,” slipped out between those sugary breaths.
His hands held fast on her waist, drew them down yet not with any real force, and let Belle take him at her own pace. He stared up at her in her glory, sheen of sweat coating her pale skin and her glassy cobalt stare that burrowed deep into his soul. He ogled back, and couldn’t help but feel lost within what he took in.
Everything about her was perfect.
He slowly started rocking upward, bottoming out as far as he could muster and as much as Belle would allow. Belle looked down onto him as if he were the last person on the planet, with the faintest of smiles between coos of receptive pleasure. Her hands found one of those at her hip, slowly coaching it upwards to grab one of her breasts.
Every place Lighter caressed and tugged felt as though it was being lit aflame, with prickles of heat and ticklish sensations pouring through each touch and brush of those calloused, scarred hands. His knuckles were rough and scabbed. Another thing Belle wished to love upon until the bruises and past injuries went away.
In due time, perhaps.
Their dance began to find its speed, the pace had increased as Belle rotated her hips and slammed down her body’s weight to catch Lighter within clenched walls. Lighter’s hips rose up in strong, yet stable thrusts that surged pleasure through them both. For what hand that didn't knead the flesh of Belle’s bosom would rotate itself forward, over her mound.
He pressed his thumb up into the center, while wrapping the rest of his hand around the divet between her pelvis and thigh, working his finger at her hood and finding that sweet button that made Belle cry out in a surge of pleasure. He felt her clamp down, and he responded with consistency and a smile.
“So good, Belle. You’re so good,” he breathlessly groaned. Sweat glistened on his skin, and pleasure wrote itself all over his face.
“S-So good, Lighter,” Belle echoed, biting her lip as shocks of ecstasy pumped through every vein and found every atom of her being. Her hips ground into his thumb, and rolled down on his length the best she could as the strength in her legs began to wane. She was reduced from her previous confidence—having nothing quick, nor smart to say. Though, neither did Lighter.
The room was drowned between the sound of the television in the background and the repetition of hums and huffs of the connected pair. Tears found Belle’s eyes again, and Lighter’s had done their best to maintain focus, using every moment he could to take her in and drink her down. His thumb pushed into her with as much fervor as it could manage, sloppy as it may have become.
Belle’s entire stomach bore down, and she felt her climax approaching; a dam pending rushing release.
“L-Lighter, I’m gonna cum,” Belle groaned, her eyes shutting to focus on chasing her high and following it through.
“Me too. Go,” he expressed with hardly a stable puff of air in his lungs.
“Cum for me.”
It took no time at all for Belle to find the last steps of their waltz, and initiate the grand finale. Lighter’s hips clenched and thrust up, while Belle’s cranked down and a flooding of pure arousal escaped between her thighs, while her body convulsed and her vision went white. She trembled and cried out her bliss—perhaps a bit too loud for what was necessary. It was answered by Lighter following his movements through until the end of her climax, before releasing her tacky flesh and grabbing her by the waist to bring her down close. One arm hugged her tight, weaving his rough fingers through her hair as he repeatedly landed kisses on her sweaty forehead.
He released himself from her, using his other hand to guide his shots onto her belly rather than inside. The heat of his nectar left Belle to purr in her breathless moment of clarity, feeling Lighter’s hot pleasure on her skin. She felt him shudder, heard a pique in his gasp, and the declining breaths that came after.
When they looked at each other, another kiss was shared between them. Lust was replaced with small, doting suckles and Belle re-opened her eyes to stare in the emerald pools of the other.
“That was…incredible,” Belle expressed.
“You’re telling me. That was insane,” he chuckled near-lifelessly.
His other arm joined its twin, linking around Belle’s back and hugging her as close as possible as she laid spent on his chest.
“I hope that was an okay reward for all that you did in the Outer Ring today,” Belle whispered.
“I think that it was more than enough. I could go for another round right now. Of boxing, anyway. Abound with new vigor and all that,” Lighter clarified.
A small, tired chuckle escaped Belle’s lungs, and her head would slowly wedge itself beneath Lighter’s jaw.
“You’re going back tomorrow, right? I’m a little sad. I wish you could spend more time in the city,” she whispered woefully. Her finger found Lighter’s lip, which she traced the shape of in slow, sleepy movements.
“We can meet up again soon. I’m sure there will be a reason for you to venture out again with Eous. We’ll need to handle some things in the Hollow, both directed to and separate from the hooligans that run amuck,” Lighter said.
“Mnh,” Belle mumbled in what could be assumed approval. A final peck was found at the man’s clavicle; a testament to her affections in her waning consciousness.
His warmth was unparalleled. And the assurance she gave him was the heat’s equal. Two flickering flames, twined together in their torridity and their light.
“I’ll stay the night, though. And we can grab some breakfast in the morning before I head back. So just rest up, yeah? I’m not going anywhere,” he continued.
“I’d like that,” Belle confirmed, “and I love you.”
“I…” Lighter may have sounded as though he was caught off guard, but the sincerity that dribbled from his tone spoke of complete relief.
“I love you too.”