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Alastor's POV

The moment I kissed her, it was like something snapped.

The feeling was like something had been pulled taught and was finally released, sending a shockwave through my body.

I had simply been curious, wondering what it would feel like.

Never could I have imagined it would feel this good.

The way her lips melted against mine was damn near perfect, fitting together so nicely you'd think we were made purely for this.

Purely for each other.

Not only did she receive the kiss well, she actually returned it with a ferocity that outmatched mine by a mile.

She was now planted on my lap, her assaults feeling feverish and needy.

I had my hands on her hips, holding her against me. I'm afraid if I let go she may disappear...revealed to have only been a sick trick of my own mind all this time.

With each kiss, each heated touch, I felt myself breaking down. The walls that I'd put up to keep everyone else out were breaking away, making a hole just her size...

My brain was lost in a pleasure I was completely unfamiliar with, everything in this territory being new and oh, so exciting.

Her fingertips brushing across my skin felt like lightning, sending a warm tingling sensation through my entire body.

I never want her to stop touching me.

I want her to do whatever the fuck she wants to me.

Our kiss separated and she laid her forehead against mine, breathless huffs heaving through her as she caught her breath. I wasn't in much of a better state.

As we parted, a sliver of doubt entered my mind.

While all this is nice, I still wasn't sure. Is she only doing this because she's scared of me? I wouldn't want that...not even if I want her so badly, I couldn't do this if she were doing it for that reason.

"Fawn, if you're uncomfortable you don't have to do this..." I breathed, still trying to regain my breath, "I don't want to force you—"

She cut me off by kissing me again, much softer than how she was before.

When she pulled away I looked into her half lidded, hazed eyes.

"Shut up..." she whispered.

Her lips ghosted over mine, her nails trailing down my chest making goosebumps prickle my skin.

"You don't understand how badly I've been wanting this...I want this. I want you..."

In that moment I became painfully aware of the throbbing between my legs. She kissed me softly again, this one short before she moved down to my jaw, kissing there as well.

Then she moved to my neck, and my grip against her hips tightened as my breath caught in my throat.

She told me she's never done this before, but she sure seems to know what she's doing...then again, she may just be surrendering to her instincts.

I know I've surrendered to mine.

Little butterfly kisses trailed up my neck causing a tingle to ripple through my stomach. Her breath fanned against my skin, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

Then she latched onto me, choosing a spot almost near my shoulder to suck on. The new sensation almost made me gasp, and my eyes rolled shut before I leaned my head to the side slightly to give her better access.

One of her hands slid up into my hair, causing an involuntary groan to slip past my lips. The noise was unexpected to me, but the way her hips rolled into me after I did it told me she liked it very much.

Wordlessly she moved across my shoulder, leaving what I can only assume is marks along my skin.

I don't see how what she's doing isn't going to leave marks.

After a moment of her doing that, she kissed her way back up my neck and along my jaw. Her nails ran across my scalp lightly and I almost moaned.

"Let's get onto the bed a little bit more," she suggested, and I complied without a word. My arm hooked around her back as I swiftly moved us further onto the bed.

We ended up with me laying down and her on top. She was still straddling my hips, and this new position really allowed for her pelvis to align with mine perfectly.

Her hands rested against my chest and she looked down at me with a smile. Her hair was a bit ruffled and she looked stunning wrapped in my night clothes.

Especially with the new blush that was dusted across her face.

I held her hips gently, slipping my fingers under the hem of her nightshirt. Trailing my hands up her sides, I felt the little bumps raise on her skin beneath my touch.

She sighed contently, leaning down to place another kiss on my lips. After another moment of gentle kisses she pulled away just slightly to speak.

"So, you've never done any of this before...?" She whispered against my lips.

I shook my head, our noses brushing against each other just barely. She giggled softly and shook her head back.

"Me neither...I guess we'll have to learn together," she said, a cute little smile on her lips, "although, I do know a few things...I've just never performed them on someone else before," she added, gaining my interest.

I tilted my head, "what would those things be?" I asked her curiously. She looked away slightly, the blush on her cheeks deepening.

"I could...I could show you if...if you want me to?" She said, sounding more like a question.

Well, the obvious answer to that is absolutely yes. I would probably let her stab me to death right now if she asked me.

Pulling myself up slightly, I shook my head and smiled wider as my eyelids nearly fell shut, "darling, I want you to show me everything you desire..." I whispered against her lips, then closed the space.

She smiled into the kiss, rolling her hips against mine teasingly. Then she began to move lower again, kissing across my jaw and down my neck.

Except, this time she kept going.

Her lips peppered kisses down my chest slowly, and when I looked at her she already had her eyes trained on me.

I already felt warm, but when she started sliding down between my legs I felt almost dizzy.

Suddenly, I had a pretty clear idea of what she was planning to do.

Her lips kissed down my stomach, just going lower and lower. The closer to my crotch she got, the warmer and more excited I felt.

She got to the top of my pants, trailing her fingers over the waistband.

"Can I touch you...?" She asked, looking up into my eyes. Eagerly, I nodded my head.

It's pointless to try and act as if I'm not bursting at the seams for her to just do it already.

I mean, it's right in front of her. She's not blind. I'm clearly hard.

Upon my silent answer she smiled, finally showing me a bit of giddy excitement on her part. Her eyes fell to the tent between my legs, and with no further warning she put her hand on me.

The feeling was pure pleasure, relief flooding my body upon finally receiving stimulation. My head fell back into the pillows and I bit back whatever noise tried to escape me, ultimately causing it to express itself through a grunt.

She kept massaging me, working her fingers around me in a way that was unlike anything I'd do to myself.

Whenever I do it, it's fast and the goal is to finish as quickly as I can.

She's touching me slowly, feeling around experimentally. There was a moment of those touches, of her just carefully rubbing me through my pants.

That alone felt beyond anything I could comprehend, a feeling so foreign to me that I don't even know how to begin to describe it.

All the tension that had gathered between us was finally being allowed release, and I was going to embrace it with open arms.

When she hooked her fingers into my waistband my heart jumped out of my chest. I picked my head back up to watch her, taking deep breaths to control myself.

She made timid eye contact with me, checking just one more time to make sure I wasn't going to change my mind.

When I simply gave her a smile, the nervous crease in her brow lessened slightly and she started pulling the clothing away from my body.

At the same time she hooked into my underwear as well, stripping me of those and leaving me completely bare before her.

Something that I feel like should have made me wildly uncomfortable, but strangely I didn't mind as much as I originally figured I would.

Not when it's her seeing me like this.

There was, of course, just a twinge of embarrassment over being so vulnerable, but I could push that aside. Especially when I saw the look of pure wonder in her eyes.

She was looking at me with an excitement I'd never seen on her before, but it was more than that. The look in her eyes was close to...admiration.

"Wow..." she breathed, making my cheeks flush. She had her face directly in front of my crotch, her lips dangerously close to my skin.

So much so that I twitched, making her jump slightly. Her quick fright was adorable beyond any belief, making my chest flutter with those damn butterflies.

Then she giggled and shook her head, "it dances," she joked with a soft snort, and I had to hold back a laugh.

That moment was so purely...her. All my life whenever I thought of intimacy, I never thought I'd experience it in this way.

I never wanted to.

I'd lived my entire life witnessing how it had hurt my mother, opening oneself up in such a way.

Never did I once think intimacy and friendship could go hand in hand. I thought it was always one or the other...but she's giving me both.

She hasn't changed, she's not any different in this moment. She's still goofy, and just a little shy...she's still Fawn.

And I wouldn't dream of it being anyone else.

The moment she wrapped her hand around the shaft of me, I had to bite my lip. A short hiss sucked itself through my teeth against my will and I tensed up slightly.

Her hand moved slowly, doing the same motions I'd do for myself, yet somehow when she does it the feeling is so much stronger.

I watched her quietly, fascinated and excited. Her hand was so soft and a steady tension was building inside me.

Using her other hand, she slid it up my thigh and to my stomach, tapping against the tightened muscles there.

"Relax..." she said softly, "trust me," with those words she met my eyes and gave me a reassuring smile.

Trust me...

I blinked, then gradually let my muscles relax. Her smile widened and her eyes squinted slightly before she increased the speed in which she was moving her hand.

Once again I had to bite my tongue, my head falling back as my eyes shut.

Oh god...this is...fuck.

She removed her hand from my stomach, and the absence made me grunt in protest, opening my eyes to see where she'd gone.

Then a moment later, her fingers laced with mine, allowing me something to do with my hand.

She gave my hand a gentle squeeze, then with absolutely no warning she placed her lips around my cock.

I don't think any man alive would have reflexes quick enough to stifle the noise I made. A pitiful mix between a moan and whine left my body, but I couldn't find it in me to give a shit.

"Fawn..." I gasped out, my head falling back again. My mouth was wide open, a strained crease in my brow as she continuously slipped up and down.

Her saliva gathered quickly, making gliding easier for her.

The muscles in my legs tensed beyond my control, that familiar feeling rising in my lower stomach.

Except it felt different than it usually does, something just told me I was going to need to brace myself for it this time.

She kept her mouth at the head of my cock, applying a good amount of suction with her lips. At the same time she kept up those steady movements with her hand on my shaft.

The hand she had given me to hold was being put to good use, and I don't even think god himself could pry me away from her right now.

Suddenly my eyes shot open and I raised my head quickly, the feeling becoming unbearable, "Fawn, I...I'm..."

My words fizzled out when her eyes fluttered open to meet my gaze. She removed her hand, and I thought she was going to pull away.

Instead, she slid the entirety of my shaft into her mouth and down her throat.

As if it had a mind of its own, my hand flew into her hair and I held her there. A pleasure unlike anything I'd ever experienced clouded my brain and I fell over the edge.

I couldn't begin to express in words how it felt, so instead I moaned loudly, my hips bucking up slightly as I fell apart.

After a few euphoric seconds, I came back to my senses. My entire body relaxed against the bed as my chest heaved.

She slowly slid her lips back up my shaft, making me shudder in some sort of aftershock.

I needed just one more moment to gather myself after I'd completely unraveled beneath her.

Once I felt composed enough, I looked up at her sitting between my legs. The huge smile across her face told me enough about how she felt about that.

There was a moment that we just stared at each other before she broke the silence.

"Well, did I do alright?" She piped up, her excitement showing clearly in her tone.

I blinked and then burst out laughing, falling onto my back. My hand went over my eyes as I chuckled, and I had to take a moment before I could properly answer her.

"Oh dear..." I giggled slightly, shaking my head. Then I looked up and met her eyes again, my expression softening.

"That was fantastic."

Fawn's POV

His words were soft and genuine. A feeling of pride swelled in my chest at the pleased look on his face.

He looked so damn good with that blush across his cheeks.

I'd only ever read about blowjobs, I'd never performed one, so I'm glad I seemed to have done it correctly.

I wasn't lying to him when I said I've never done any of this before...this is all very new to me. Of course I'd thought about sexual activities and such when I was being intimate with myself, but other than that I have no experience.

I've never had a boyfriend to experience it with.

Does this make...Al my boyfriend...?

Or...friends with benefits?

I wanted to lean more toward boyfriend. Partner. Together. Whatever the hell you wanna call it, that's what I wanted with him. I didn't want to share, I didn't want him on the market, I wanted him mine.

But I suppose that's not really up to me...

I looked back down at his glistening cock, a sheen left over from my saliva and his orgasm. He was still rock hard, which surprised me honestly, but I guess since he's never done this before, either, it makes sense.

In that moment my thoughts silenced momentarily as I became aware of the complete mess between my legs. My core was throbbing, and there was an ache between my thighs that desperately wanted to be satisfied.

Sitting there, I didn't know whether I should ask, or just let it be, but he seemed to make that decision for me.

"Switch me," he said, sitting up. Excitement fluttered through my stomach and I smiled, unable to hide how ready I was for this.

I hadn't even realized how badly I wanted him until he kissed me. It was like in that moment everything I'd been feeling finally made sense.

I couldn't deny it anymore that he was what I was craving.

He and I switched places, me laying down as he situated himself above me.

"Let's start by getting rid of these, hm?" He said, tugging at my nightshirt to indicate he means my clothing.

Without even thinking about it I pulled the shirt over my head, my skin finally being revealed to him.

His eyes fell to my chest, a hunger behind them that I hadn't ever really seen on him before. Slowly his hand slid up my waist, sending shivers down my back.

He glanced up to my eyes, a silent question of if he can continue.

I was breathing slightly heavy now, and I just wanted him to touch me.

Everywhere.

"Please," I whimpered softly, spreading my legs apart so he could get between them, "please..."

His hand paused just underneath my breast, framing it but not touching it how I wanted him to.

He gave me a smirk and tilted his head.

"Please what?" He purred, obviously teasing me.

I let out a disgruntled huff, "no fair! I didn't tease you," I protested, hooking my leg around his hip to pull him closer.

He tsk'd, sliding his hand back down my waist, "I guess you don't want this then," he hummed, making my eyes widen.

"Please touch me!" I blurted, snatching his hand so he couldn't move away anymore, "please," I looked into his eyes, pleading with him to give me some relief. 

That teasing look held strong in his eyes for a moment longer as I lay beneath him begging. Then, his expression softened and he slid his hand back up and over my breast.

"Of course, my darling," he said deeply, taking the soft flesh on my chest into his palm. I fit in his hand perfectly, and he immediately took to kneading against the area.

My back arched and I moaned softly as he massaged my breast, one of my arms hooking up around his neck.

He leaned forward and kissed me, then. It was short and sweet, leaving me craving more.

That is, until he dipped his head down into my other breast and wrapped his lips around my nipple.

I gasped, my body arching against the new sensation. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before, causing my stomach to burst with a flurry of anticipation and pleasure.

My hand went up into his hair and I took hold, wanting him to stay there forever.

As he did that, alternating between breasts, I felt one of his hands creep down my thigh.

Subconsciously I opened my legs further, the throbbing between my thighs just begging for attention.

The moment his fingers went over my clothed sex, a whine slipped past my lips. My hand that wasn't in his hair clenched the bedsheets and Alastor chuckled against my skin.

"You seem to have made a mess..." he said softly before returning to my chest.

All I could do was nod, the thought of forming words feeling impossible at the moment.

He rubbed his fingers up and down slowly, seeming to be testing out this new area. My breath stuttered and I pulled against his hair on accident.

When I did that he groaned, and in return he swirled his tongue around my nipple before taking it between his teeth gently.

I gasped sharply, my hips pushing forward as he did that.

I tried to grind against his hand, feeling as if I were going insane.

He hummed against my skin, the vibration tickling me slightly before he pulled away from my chest and sat up.

I was completely dazed, breathless huffs leaving me in bursts.

Looking down at me, he seemed to be admiring what he could see.

"You're so pretty..." he said softly, a genuineness behind his tone that surprised me. That, out of everything we've done, is what made me flush with embarrassment.

Before I could react, he grabbed the hem of my pants and undergarments and started peeling them away from me. I raised my hips to help him, allowing him to remove my last article of clothing before tossing it to the floor.

The air hit my core, making me flinch slightly. I could feel myself dripping, some of it covering my thighs.

He sat back and took in the full sight, his eyes lingering on what I can only assume is a sopping mess between my legs.

Slowly he trailed his fingers down my thigh, ghosting them over the area I needed them most. Then, as if he were afraid I'd break, he slid one finger down my sex.

Immediately I moaned, unable to stop it as warmth flooded through my stomach. My legs were tingling and I fell back against the pillows.

At my positive response, he kept doing that. He found my clit with absolutely no problem, abusing it with circular motions.

"Alastor..." I whined, "please..."

He climbed back over me, positioning himself carefully while still rubbing circles into me. His forehead rested against mine and I could feel his erection twitch against my thigh.

"Please what, sweetheart?" He breathed, his eyes closed as he focused on what he was doing. My eyes were barely open, a tightness inside me that felt like I was going to break.

"More..." I begged pitifully, "I want you inside me..."

He froze, his movements pausing as he pulled up to look down at me. His brows furrowed slightly and I stared up at him.

"You...are you sure...?" He asked me softly, "you want to give that to me...?"

Quickly, I nodded, hooking my arms up around his neck and pulling him back down towards me.

"I wouldn't rather give it to anyone else in world..." I whispered.

There was only a second of hesitation before he slammed his lips onto mine, kissing me deeply. I moaned into his mouth, allowing him access to slip his tongue past my teeth.

When we parted we were both panting and breathless, then I felt his fingers slide down over my center.

He pushed into me slowly, using one finger at first. I'm used to this sensation, but it felt so much different than when I do it.

Then he added another finger, making my mouth fall open as I gasped softly. He pumped his fingers in a steady motion, spreading them gently to open me up a bit more.

All the while he was peppering my chest and neck with soft kisses, whispering sweet nothings to me.

I couldn't hardly take it, my body was burning and it felt like I was floating.

Then, when I thought I wouldn't be able to hold on any longer, he removed his fingers.

A short whine of protest left my throat as I lifted my head.

He chuckled, coming up to be face to face with me again, "oh hush," he said playfully, smiling down at me.

Then his smile turned focused, and he shifted above me. I wondered what he was up to until I felt something warm press hard against my center.

My stomach burst with excitement and my walls were fluttering and begging him to go inside. I stared up at him with parted lips, just waiting for the moment he finally let me feel him.

He slipped himself up and down, making sure he was properly lubricated before my nails anchored into his back the moment he started sliding into me.

A short grunt left his throat, his eyes lifting to mine as he slowly worked his way inside me.

He brought one hand to my face, huffing slightly before he smiled at me, "you ok?" He asked, obviously strained.

I nodded. My legs were trembling slightly and I hooked them around his waist to keep myself stable.

My walls started clamping onto him as soon as he began to enter me, pulling him in deeper and deeper. The new foreign pressure was uncomfortable at first, but the longer he was there, the more I welcomed it.

He paused about halfway and pulled out slightly, confusing me. Then, he pushed back in, making me gasp sharply.

Using that thrust, he went in the rest of the way, his hips connecting with mine.

For a moment, we both stared at the other. There was a deep blush on his face, just the slightest sheen of sweat on his forehead. My entire body felt light and airy, and I was slowly growing accustom to this new object inside me.

The eye contact we were trapped in was full of emotion. Something raw that only two people joined together like this can experience.

A connection unlike anything I've ever experienced before.

Warmth swelled in my chest, and the unexpected sting of tears filled my eyes. He didn't seem alarmed by it, instead simply lifted his hand to help me wipe them away.

I shook my head, putting my hand over his to hold him against my cheek. Then, three words spilled past my lips before I could stop them.

"I love you."

My eyes widened slightly, my racing heart filling with a bit of fear. He was frozen above me, still buried inside me.

He didn't pull away or reject me. The look in his eyes was uncertain, and just slightly confused.

The silence worried me, making me think I overstepped...even if I was telling him the full truth.

Then, I felt shock run through me when tears filled his eyes and started dripping down his face. His lip quivered slightly before he buried his face into my neck, wrapping his arms around my body in a tight hug.

My worry melted away, my arms wrapping around his back to return the hug as I let my eyes fall shut.

I guess he's not ready just yet to say it back...

But that's ok...I'm not going anywhere anytime soon.

So, for now...this is enough.

My nails trailed down his back, and I felt him shudder slightly. After a moment longer of him hugging me, he slowly pulled his hips back just to thrust them forward again.

Another gasp slipped past my lips, our bodies connecting continuously in a heated dance of pure passion.

His thrusts weren't fast, nor were they rough. They were very controlled, brushing over my most sensitive spots and driving me into a state of lustful bliss.

I hadn't even realized my nails had dug into his back until I raked them down. He moaned, still by my shoulder next to my ear. I could feel his breath fanning over my neck.

His thrusts picked up in pace just slightly and he pulled away from my neck. I could barely keep my eyes open, but I managed to look up at him.

The almost drunk look in his eyes was so captivating, along with the boyish smile on his face that made him look like he was glowing.

With every thrust he hit the perfect spot over and over and over again, making my legs nearly feel numb and my stomach tie itself in pleasurable knots.

It was so close...I'm so close...

I fluttered around him, my sex pulsing with my imminent undoing. He brought his hand up to my face again, his other one sliding under my back to hold me off the bed slightly.

Our foreheads connected and I lost my breath, pitiful whines leaving me with each time our hips collided.

"Alastor..." I whined his name, my own way of trying to warn him. He didn't slow down though, he just kissed me gently and took his hand away from my face to move it between my legs.

Once he started massaging fast circles into my clit, I was done for.

An orgasm that was stronger than anything I'd ever experience tore through me, expressing itself through a scream.

My eyes screwed shut and I cried out through the blinding pleasure pulsating through my entire body. I did anything to pull him closer to me, anything to make him stay exactly where he was.

His breaths became labored and his movements got sloppy. He helped me ride out my orgasm, waning me down from my euphoric chemical high.

I was beyond sensitive now, each thrust feeling like a burst of unbearable pleasure.

Alastor looked down at me, his smile gone from his face. His expression was something of a mixture between concentration and adoration.

Then he began pumping into me quickly, shaking his head slightly, "Fawn...W-where can I—"

My legs locked around his hips and his eyes widened. I pulled him down slightly and connected our lips in a short kiss before I put my forehead against his.

"Stay inside me please..." I asked him sweetly, my voice sounding more like a whine.

That must've been all he wanted to hear because not even a second later his hips jerked into mine and he choked on a gasp.

His arm that was under my back pulled me flush against his body, his other hand helping him support himself.

"Fuck!" The curse flew past his lips, and his eyes rolled shut.

He buried his face into my neck, letting out a series of deep, heavy moans. I slid one hand up into his hair, my other hand secured against his back.

After a moment his moans quieted into heavy breaths, the feeling of his cock twitching inside me making my stomach flutter.

Staying there, he took a deep breath and relaxed against me.

Both of us caught our breath, staying connected together. Then he started laying kisses down my neck and all over my chest and shoulders.

Finally, he came back up to my face and kissed my lips slowly, still slightly breathless.

When we parted, he finally spoke.

"You're mine."

The breathless whisper against my lips was all I wanted to hear. It was what I'd been waiting to hear.

I nodded, smiling up at him as my fingers played in his hair.

"I'm yours."