NSFW SMUT - Cobalt x Mallow - Missed me?

Cobalt's footsteps echoed softly on the metallic floor as he made his way from the shower, the warmth still clinging to his skin. Clad in a plush bathrobe, he paused by the wide window of the spaceship, eyes lost in the endless abyss of stars and the icy glint of the remote planet below.

Memories of Mallow danced in his mind, filling the room with a ghostly presence. Her laughter, her wild energy, the softness in her eyes that was reserved only for him. Two weeks of silence had left a hole in his heart, and worry gnawed at him like a relentless ache.

He hummed a tune, their tune, trying to fill the void with the melodies they used to share. Turning away from the window, Cobalt was about to reach for his clothes when a sudden crash jolted him.

His heart leaped into his throat, fear instantly replacing the warmth of reminiscence. But when he turned, the sight that met his eyes turned that fear into sheer disbelief.

Mallow's face was pressed against the window, her eyes wide with excitement, her cheeks flushed with cold.

"Cobalt!" she giggled, her voice crackling through the window's communication system. "Miss me?"

His heart settled back into place, now pounding with a different kind of anticipation. The relief and joy of seeing her were almost overwhelming, and he rushed to the window, hands pressed against the cold glass.

"Where have you been?" he asked, his voice betraying his concern.

Her smile softened, and she reached out, pressing her palm against his through the window. "Exploring," she whispered. "But I'm back now."

Cobalt's pulse quickened as he looked at Mallow through the window. A realization of urgency washed over him, his thoughts consumed by her presence just outside the ship. "Mallow, move back. I'm opening the window," he ordered, determination ringing in his voice.

He paused for a moment, considering the risks. The atmosphere on this icy planet was inhospitable to humans, but he couldn't care. Not when Mallow was so close, yet so far. He wanted her inside; he wanted her warmth, her smile, her touch. Mallow's eyes sparkled, her body vibrating with anticipation as she stepped back, preparing for his move. "Ready?" Cobalt's voice was filled with both excitement and uncertainty. Mallow flashed a thumbs-up, her grin infectious. With a mixture of adrenaline and affection, Cobalt pulled open the window. Mallow's silhouette gracefully sailed through the opening as the freezing air invaded the room. As quickly as he had opened it, Cobalt shut the window, his chest heaving, heart pounding like a drum.

Mallow stood there, her eyes dancing, her face lit with a mischievous smile. "I could've teleported in," she said, clapping her hands together, her voice lilting with joy. "But this way was so much more fun!" Cobalt's heart swelled, and a smile broke across his face. Her laughter, her whimsical nature - it was everything he had longed for. "I'm so glad you're back," he said, his voice soft, his eyes shining with unspoken emotion. Mallow's response was pure and spontaneous. She launched herself at Cobalt, embracing him in a hug that sent them both sprawling to the floor. "And I'm so happy to see you again, Coby!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with affection.

They lay there, laughing, their faces flushed, the connection between them palpable. But then Cobalt's eyes widened as he became aware of their position, Mallow atop him, his bathrobe disheveled. Mallow seemed completely unbothered, her excitement bubbling over. "I have so much to tell you!" Mallow exclaimed, her voice full of eagerness. She bounced slightly as she spoke, her movements innocently playful but sending a shockwave through Cobalt's body. He bit his lip, trying to suppress the surge of desire that threatened to overwhelm him.

Mallow's voice filled the room, her excitement palpable as she recounted her adventures. Her eyes sparkled, hands gesturing animatedly, painting vivid pictures of alien landscapes and thrilling encounters. Cobalt wanted to listen, wanted to lose himself in her tales, but the sensation of her body atop his, her weight pressing down in all the right places, made concentration impossible. Every shift of her hips, every bounce as she emphasized a point, sent electric shocks through his system. His thoughts spiraled into dangerous territory, anxiety mixing with a burgeoning desire as he fought to control his body's natural reaction. Mallow seemed oblivious to his inner turmoil, her enthusiasm growing, her voice rising. She clapped her hands and hopped, her hips moving in a way that sent a shockwave through Cobalt, a sensation so intense that a moan escaped his lips, involuntary and telling.

Mallow froze, her eyes widening as they locked onto his. The room seemed to hold its breath. "Are you okay, Coby?" she asked, concern etching her voice, her face a picture of innocent curiosity. Cobalt's face turned a deep shade of red, a color that spoke of his embarrassment. His words stumbled over themselves as he tried to form a coherent sentence. "C-can I get dressed, please?" he stammered. "I'm s-sorry, but I can't focus with you on me like this. I promise I'll listen as soon as I'm dressed, and we can sit down properly."

There was a pause, a moment where the world seemed to stand still. Mallow's eyes narrowed, her gaze fixed on him, probing, almost as if she was peering into the very core of his being. The intensity of her stare was disconcerting, and Cobalt's heart pounded in his chest. Then, a slow, knowing smile spread across Mallow's face. Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper, laden with unspoken promises. "Oh, I understand," she purred, "It's not just you who missed me, but your little friend down there as well."

Her hips began to move again, a slow, deliberate motion that was both teasing and tantalizing. Cobalt's breath caught in his throat, a moan escaping him as he felt his arousal growing, his body betraying his intentions. "M-Mallow..." he stammered, his voice thick with need and embarrassment. His mind was a whirlwind, caught between longing and restraint, his body at war with itself. She leaned closer, her eyes dark and teasing, her voice a soft, seductive purr. Her face was inches from his, her breath warm against his skin. "Missed me so much, huh?" she whispered, her lips curving into a smile that held a world of temptation.

Cobalt's eyes met Mallow's, a mix of emotions swirling within him. He nodded in response to her question, an apology escaping his lips. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice tinged with shame. The lingering embarrassment nagged at him, giving way to doubt. Was this how she would see him now? A desperate man unable to control his basest urges? Anger at his own reaction and at his body's betrayal gnawed at him. He began to sit up, his voice firm yet gentle. "We don't have to do this, Mallow. You must be tired after the last two weeks. I want you to be comfortable, and--" His words were cut off as Mallow pushed him back down, her eyes filled with determination.

"I wanna continue," she whispered, her voice filled with longing. Cobalt's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, torn between his elation and his shame. But Mallow's actions silenced his doubts. Her body pressed against his, the sensation of her warm skin against his igniting a fire within him. Her breath, a sultry whisper against his neck, caused him to arch his back and moan, lost in the pleasure of her touch.

He turned to her, his lips finding hers in a hungry, passionate kiss that seemed to last forever. Their tongues danced, a symphony of desire and longing, neither willing to break the connection. Cobalt shifted, guiding Mallow to her side, his body covering hers. He continued to kiss her, his movements growing more desperate, more intense.

He began to rub against her, his cock pressing firmly against her through the fabric of her clothes. His movements were deliberate, each thrust filled with a yearning that had been building for two long weeks. He could feel every curve, every contour of her body, even through the barrier of her clothing, and it drove him wild. His breathing became ragged, his mind clouded with need.

Mallow responded, her hips arching to meet him, her moans filling his mouth. The sensation of her body moving against his, her warmth, her softness, was overwhelming. Cobalt pressed harder, his arousal growing, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. He could feel himself losing control, his body aching for release.

He continued to thrust against her, the friction driving him to the edge. He could feel every movement, every breath, every heartbeat, all of it magnified by the intensity of the moment. His mind was a whirlwind, thoughts and feelings blending into a single, overwhelming sensation.

Finally, the dam broke, and he climaxed, his body shuddering with pleasure. The sensation was intense, a release of weeks of longing and desire. He gasped, his body trembling, sweat coating his skin as he collapsed beside Mallow.

As he came back to himself, he looked at Mallow, lying beneath him.

Mallow's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as she looked down at the sticky fluid that coated her clothing. "I'm all sticky now," she teased, her eyes twinkling. Her fingers reached down, curiosity taking over as she touched the warm substance. A soft, fascinated giggle escaped her lips as she found it sticking to her fingertips, stringing between them as she playfully pulled them apart. "Coby, look!" she exclaimed, holding her fingers up to show him. She flexed them, watching the way the fluid stretched and clung, a naughty smile playing on her lips. "It's so interesting, isn't it?"

Cobalt's face turned beet red, and he scrambled to clean the stains, his hands trembling as the reality of what just happened set in. "I-I'm s-so sorry, Mallow," he stammered, his voice filled with embarrassment. "I didn't mean to—to make such a mess." His movements were awkward and clumsy, his mind still reeling from the intensity of the moment. He glanced at her, his eyes wide with worry, wondering if he'd somehow ruined this perfect reunion with his inability to control himself.

Mallow's laughter was infectious, her joy a balm to his soul. "You're so cute," she said, her voice filled with affection. Her hand reached out, stopping his movements, her voice dropping to a whisper, laden with promise. "Let's continue in the bathroom," she said, her eyes filled with temptation. Cobalt's face turned an even deeper shade of red, his heart pounding with anticipation. He nodded, unable to speak, his body still thrumming with pleasure.