Lizardfolk Boyfriend: Rian (rough draft)

The mornings now have new meaning to you. Once before they were this sluggish, slow paced sort of thing fueled by coffee and a quick breakfast burrito. Now, there was a rush to them, but it wasn’t a terrifying one. Your mornings now had you up much earlier than you had ever been. You get ready for your day and leave, knowing coffee and breakfast will be waiting for you when you arrive. You doze on the bus sometimes, but often you keep yourself alert.

Even at the bus stop near your job, you can smell it. That fragrant, comfy scent of fresh bread wafts through the whole street. The hole in the wall bakery has been your job the last few months. You were swiped up because the owner was impressed with your skills at the chain coffee place. He’d been wanting to start serving more than drip coffee for ages, he just needed the right person to serve it.

“Good morning, Rian!” You announce yourself after coming in through the backdoor. The only other employee is the baker, who gets so swept up in his work, he gets scared easily when you come in unannounced.

“Good morning!” Rian sings back. “Your pastry is at the front.”

You beam, wondering what Rian has made today. “Thank you.” You go up to the front to get everything going, swiping up your breakfast as you go. You see fresh strawberries and cream wrapped in a cone of delicate flaky crust. “Oh, god bless you Rian!” You whisper under your breath then take a big bite.

You turn on half the lights and start putting chairs back on the floor. You turn on the equipment behind the counter and start grinding the coffee beans. People are already at the door waiting, but it’ll be a bit before your doors open at six.

“How’s it going back here?” You go to fetch trays to set inside the glass display. Rian has them all lined out on the table.

“Same as it ever was.” Rian’s scales are covered in flour and bits of dough. He’s been here baking probably since three in the morning. “How was breakfast.”

“I’m starting to think you can read my mind from blocks away,” you chuckle.

Rian wipes off his face and smiles. “It’s not hard to tell you like strawberries.” His scales are a blueish gray, looking more gray with all the flour buildup. “What will be the special coffee of the day?”

You take out the little notebook in your bag. “I had a couple of ideas last night.”

Rian’s smile perks at the corners. “Didn’t we just have that meeting with the boss about not taking work home with us?”

You clutch your notebook preciously to your chest. “I like being prepared and memorizing what I have to say to customers. Not all of us can be witty and charming like you.”

Rian’s silver eyes widen. “Oh! So you think I’m charming?”

Your cheeks become heated. “Well sure, in a sort of...you know, not anxiety ridden sort of way like me.”

He suppresses what you're certain would be a big guffaw. “You seem pretty charming yourself once you get used to someone.”

“That’s just life.” You pick up a tray of baked goods. “I’d wax on about this, but I’m pretty sure the early morning masses will be beating down the door soon.”

“And the boss said we’d be replacing the glass next time it broke,” he teases.

You go up front, filling the glass case to the brim with all the baked goods. People were knocking and trying to pull the door open, but you still have fifteen minutes before opening. You decorated the sign to feature your drink of the day.

Once you do open the shop it’s a mad rush, it always is first thing until about nine. After that, it calms down and you can clean before the next rush. Rian comes out with new baked goods and you hand him his coffee.

“Thanks,” he sighs and leans against the counter. “Are you alright?” He asks.

You shrug. “Everything goes so fast I don’t really have time to worry about being anxious.” You rub at your neck then roll your shoulder a bit. “At least there are some good tips today.”

Rian glances over to the tip jar. “I bet there is at least one of those fake twenty dollar bills with the bible verse on them. I’ll bet you an actual twenty.”

“No need to go that far on something we both know is true.” You yawn and stretch, glancing out the window at the beautiful morning, although to you it feels like it could be noon. “Just gotta make it to one now.”

“You can request to not work every morning,” Rian says.

“I like it now. What’s the use in changing? Besides, I’d have to get used to someone else. I already know you,” you giggle.

Rian smiles. “Aww shucks, you like me. You really like me.”

You push down the top layer of the trash can with your foot to compact it all. “You're the best coworker I’ve ever had, that’s all I’m saying.” Rian really was. After working in that chain coffee shop you’d seen everything in the two years you worked there. People cycled through so rapidly you sometimes barely had a chance to learn names. Rian was an excellent worker, an amazing baker, and he was sweet on top of all that. He was tall, handsome, what else could you want?

“Then where’s my mug saying so?” Rian taps the side of his paper coffee cup. “This recyclable cup does not do that honor justice.”

You giggle. “You gotta earn enough points before you get the mug.”

Rian’s mouth opens and he nods. “So there’s a point system now?”

“Always has been.” You smile up at him. He’s quite taller than you, so when you met him it was intimidating. Not to mention he can look quite terrifying when he’s serious. Luckily for you, the two of you warmed up well to each other. He’s only had to use his scary persona a few times to rude and belligerent customers.

“How do I earn points then?” He asks. “Shouldn’t I know the game I’m playing so I can play it well?”

“You’re already good at it, why ruin it and tell you so you can over think it?” You chuckle.

Rian leans a little more onto the counter. “Do i get points if I, lets say, take you out for dinner?”

Your hair prickles up a bit in attention. “Do you wanna bribe me for a mug?”

Rian shrugs. “Or maybe I just would like to take you out to dinner.”

Your eyes narrow as you try to think what this could mean. Dinner could just mean friends hanging out outside of work. Which you two had only been able to do a couple of times. It also could mean something romantically inclined, which seemed like the more ridiculous option, and yet the most obvious at the same time. You weren’t sure what to trust or think. He could be serious, but then again he could be teasing you too since you brought up this whole points thing.

“What for?” Was your response to all this overthinking.

Rian’s smile became a little softer, and he sat up to improve his posture. He certainly took on a serious stance. “So we can have dinner. Maybe go see a movie or take a walk.” He shrugged, looking a little more nervous.

Your mouth was getting dry. “Like a friendly excursion?”

“Sure,” he was getting more nervous the more you both evaded the answer. “Maybe even the friendliest of excursions.”

“What’s friendliest?”

Rian had to stop and chuckle. He rubbed the back of his head, his fingers bumping over the spikes and upturned scales. “I guess one might call such a thing a date.”

Was this a time to panic or was this a time to celebrate? In your head the two weren’t exactly so different. You just look up at Rian, mouth dry, tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth, and you blank.

“I know it’s a dangerous question. Maybe I’ll lose points. But if i don’t ask I’m just going to keep thinking over and over and over in my mind and I really don’t want to keep doing that. You know, like how you said sometimes it’s like your mind is a hamster on a wheel and it doesn’t know how to stop? I guess it’s like that.”

You swallow, taking your water bottle and getting a big gulp when the dryness proves difficult. “I wouldn’t say no to dinner,” you murmur. “It’s an important meal.”

Rian nods. “It is.”

You bite your lip. “Okay.”

His eyes narrow. “Okay?”

“I wouldn’t mind a date,” you say with a slight crack to your voice.

He holds back his excitement. “Okay then uhm...we’re both off Sunday.”

“Sunday is nice. I have laundry though,” you say with uncertainty. “But I suppose that can wait.”

Rian’s smile is cute and small. “Where do you go to do your laundry?”

“There’s a coin wash down the street from my place,” you say shyly. “I usually go there in the mornings, since I usually am up anyways.”

“How about we meet there?” Rian suggests shyly. “We could do laundry, have coffee, and then we can just talk about what we’d like to do for the day.”

Do laundry as a date? Was that even legal? “Sounds cute,” your voice squeaks again.

The door opens and Rian stands to attention. “Later,” he says softly as he retreats to the back.

Your heart is hammering, but not in the usual anxiety sort of way. It actually feels nice to have your heart race for once.

When you switch places with the evening shift, you and Rian leave together. You’re quiet at first, standing just outside the door as he adjusts his backpack.

“So, about Sunday, where would you like to meet?” He fidgets with the strap of his backpack.

“I usually go around eight in the morning. Sleeping in for me is like seven.” You twist the ring on your finger around and around.

“So, the coin wash closest to your place?” He asks.

“Yeah, it’s got this big pink bubble sign out front. You can’t miss it.” You try to get rid of this awkward feeling. “Are you going to school now?”

“Yeah, but I’m down to just one class a day now, so I’m not as busy as I was last semester.” He scratches the back of his neck. “You?”

“Online classes exclusively.” You stand there quietly for a second. “Sunday?”

Rian nods. “Sunday.” He turns and unlocks his bike. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow before then.”

“That’s true,” you laugh. “Well, be safe out there.”

Rian puts on his helmet then waves. “You too.”

You head to your bus stop and wait there. You can’t help but overthink, you’ve never really under-thought or minimum-thought before, so you wouldn’t know how. You try to think of what you’ll wear on Sunday, how you’ll look cute but also doing your laundry as well. You want to look nice, but not like you’re trying. You want to look flirty, but not like you're trying to seduce. Why the hell was dating so hard? Especially when he even offered to make it somewhat casual!

“Get over yourself, girl,” you mutter under your breath. “You know Rian. You like Rian! This shouldn’t be an overthinking situation. You’re excited, why are you like this?”

The bus comes and getting on allows you a moment of reprieve from your thoughts. Back at your place, you can focus on cleaning and class work. But once that’s over, it starts all over again.

“What are you doing?” Your roommate, Cleo, comes out of her room and sees your staring into nothingness. “Let that hamster in your head rest.”

You huff and close your laptop. “I’ve got a date for Sunday.”

“Oh good!” Cleo turns on the coffee pot. Her work shift is late, so usually you two barely see each other aside from crossing in the middle of the day. “Who with?”

“The baker from work I was telling you about.” You put your school work away into your bag and zip is shut.

“The pretty lizard guy?” Cleo gasps excitedly.

You flinch. “Yeah.”

“Good! About time.” Cleo picks out a reusable coffee cup from the many on the counter. “Where are you going?”

“The laundromat,” you answer.

Cleo gives you a look that reads confusion and annoyance. “The laundromat? You sure it was a date and he didn’t ask you to do a favor?”

“No, I’m sure! We agree we’d get coffee, talk, plan what else we’d like to do that day.” You shrug. “I thought it sounded cute.”

“Sounds too romcom to me.” She pours her coffee. “What are you wearing?”

How does she do that? “Not sure.”

Cleo beams, her time to shine. “I have that cute little track suit you can borrow.”

“That purple velvet one that looks like Prince made it?”

Cleo gives you a look like you should know better. “No! That’s my money suit. I’m talking about the cute little pastel tye-dye one. Looks comfy and casual but it makes any ass look like the best peach at the grocery store.”

“I guess that’s what i was trying to go for but-”

“No buts, only your butt!” Cleo fusses. “You wanna have him ask for a second date right? Then trust me, on this.”

You did want to have that second date with Rian. You liked him a lot, as a friend and for other reasons. You’d thought he was cute as soon as that intimidation wore off. He was just your type and everything. Not to mention you two worked together so well.

Cleo tilts her head to the side and looks up at you. “That’s a yes right? You haven’t said anything for a beat.”

“Yes!” You clear your throat. “That is a yes.”

“Okay good. Then you will follow my instructions. I’ll lay out your clothes and a perfume to wear as well,” she says confidently.

“Perfume?”

Cleo was like a drill sergeant of fashion and flirting. Being a bartender she knew it all, seen it all, and was prepared for any situation. “You’re going to be alluring! Seductive! But you are also going to be casual and cute. Do you understand? Perfume is a huge part of this costume.”

“It’s a costume now?”

“Regalia, whatever you want to call it.” Cleo checked the clock. “I’ll get everything ready tomorrow.” She takes her black coffee and waves. “Don’t let that hamster onto the wheel again!”

“I won’t.” You sigh and go into your bedroom.

The next day you arrive at work it’s like normal. There is that slight hint of anxiety, but you know you can’t let it bother you or the busy rush you can to get through. “Good morning!” You announce as you come in.

“Good morning!” Rian grunts it out. “Breakfast it out front.”

“Thank you,” you hesitate. “What are you grunting for? What the heck are you doing over there?”

Rian looks up from a massive wad of dough. “It’s loaf day.”

You gasp. “I completely forgot!”

Loaf day was an exciting day. Once a month Rian made fresh bread. The loaves would fly off the shelves so fast we had to set a purchase limit. I got to work immediately, eating my breakfast as I tried to get ready for the bread rush.

The day started with a bang. So many people were prepared for this and had been waiting outside even before I got in. I actually opened up thirty minutes early to make sure there wasn’t so much congestion right off the bat. Rian literally made bread all day, he didn’t stop. He even made enough dough so the second shift would be able to just bake, bake, bake.

You take Rian back an iced coffee when you get a break in the rush. “You must be so hot back here.”

“Not really.” He’s got a thin fi;m of flour all over him. “Cold blooded, remember?”

“Ah, true. So I suppose this feels nice to you back here.” You looked around at everything. He has so much done and prepared, but nothing is messy. “Was that a factor in why you decided to become a baker?”

Rian’s gulped down half his drink. “Kind of. Mainly I just liked bread,” he laughs. “Went on from there.” He sets the cup aside. “I must look a mess.”

You wet a washcloth then hand it to him. “You look like a ghost.”

“Damn.” he wipes off his face. “I’ve not let myself sit still since I got in.” He wipes down his arms. “What’s been selling best?”

You smile, knowing this news will make him happy. “Everything. I can’t pinpoint just one thing. Everything has been selling. People don’t care. They just want bread.”

Rian grins. “I like to hear it. Have you set anything aside for yourself?”

“I’ve been afraid I’ll lose fingers if i do,” you chuckle. “Hopefully I’ll be able to grab one before I leave today.”

“I’ll set you one aside then. Don’t worry about it.” he picks up his drink again and finishes it off. “I needed that.”

You hear the door open. “No problem. I’ll try and get you another one later.” of course it’s busy until you trade shifts. When you go back to get your bag, you see a big paper bag laid before it. Inside is a loaf of Rian’s fresh bread. You smile and grow excited about having some with bitter when you get home.

“I’ll see you tomorrow right?” Rian asks as he puts on his backpack.

You nod and smile. “Still wanna do laundry with me?”

He grins. “You bet.” He looks you over with a keen eye. “Do you?”

It’s an out, but you don’t want to take it. “Of course. I’m really excited about it. I’m just nervous so ignore me.”

Rian gets off his bike and stands closer to you. “If it helps anything, I’m nervous too. I really like working with you and having you as a friend, so I really don’t want this to turn weird or sour and-” He stops and chuckles. “See? I can overthink too.”

You smile shyly. “That actually does make me feel better. I’m glad I’m not alone in thinking that way.” You tuck your hair behind your ear. “Should I bring anything tomorrow?”

Rian pulls his bike back up. “Just your lovely self. But I might bring something.”

Your rumbles, but in a happy way. “Okay. I’ll see you at eight then.”

“Eight it is.” He drives away on his bike and you take a quick moment to catch your breath.

At home, you see Cleo laying out the cute outfit for you, as well as a few other small items like the perfume and jewelry. “Is that bread?” She asks as you walk in.

“Yeah, go ahead and get some before you go to work.”

Cleo pulls out the loaf with a big grin on her face. “Sweet manna from heaven.”

You sniff the perfume she’s picked, surprised by how subtle it is. “Thanks for the outfit. Do you have anything you’d like me to wash tomorrow?”

“I don’t have much. Mainly just need my underwear done,” she says. “If you feel like doing that in front of him.”

You lift up the outfit and underneath it you see a matching bra and panty set. “What do you think is going to happen tomorrow?”

“Anything, and like a boy scout you want to be prepared for anything.” She comes over with an extra thick slice of bread in her hands. “You’ve been mooney over this young fellow ever since you started working with him. Even if all you do is unzip the top a little bit, he’ll be greeted with something very inviting.”

“It’s a first date.”

Cleo just shrugs. “I’ve had plenty of first dates that ended with us naked. Sometimes it’s in bed, sometimes it’s skinny dipping after breaking into the public pool. You never know.”

“Well, the set is cute. Soft.” You rub the fabric between my fingers.

“So what is he like?” Cleo asks. “Is he fit? Plump? I guess he has good hands considering all the kneading he does,” she says with a smirk.

You snicker and have to hold back. “Yes, very good hands. Nice arms. I guess he’s kind of fit. I see him mostly in his apron or his work shirt.”

“Does he still ride a bike?” Cleo sounds a bit suggestive when she asks this.

You eyeball her. “Yeah, he does. What are you trying to drive at.”

“Nothing,” she chuckles. “Well, you have fun tomorrow. Don’t think too hard on things, just try and go with the flow. Okay?”

“Yeah, I know,” you say with a gracious smile. “Thanks for the help Cleo. It means a lot to me.”

“Anytime, tell that boy of yours he makes a mean bread.” She says as she gathers her bag to go.

You set everything she gave you into your room then gather all the laundry you need to take out in the morning. You score through the bathroom and under your bed, making sure you have a full basket.

At bedtime you lay there wide awake, thinking how you’ll greet him first thing in the morning. It’s always been so easy to start the day with him, but this wasn’t work at all. It was a date. You fidget and toss before you finally fall asleep.

Your alarm blares in the morning, and you scurry to get ready. You do everything that Cleo told you, including how to style your hair. You put on the perfume then dress. The new bra and panty set feels a little weird because they’re so new, but they fit at least.

At the laundromat, you know you’re a bit early. It would give you a chance to sort without Rian seeing your, well, you dirty laundry. You go inside and set your basket aside, pulling over one of the carts so you can sort. Rian isn’t far behind as he comes through the door just as you’re loading a machine.

Last night you had so many planned greetings for him rather than you’re usual ‘good morning’. But as soon as you saw Rian you forgot all of them. You’ve always seen him in his work clothes, his baker’s uniform. You’ve never seen him in jeans and a t-shirt before. Something about it makes him look so sexy. It throws you off your rhythm.

“Good morning.” Rian sets his basket near yours and takes off his backpack. “How are you?”

“Good.” The shirt he’s wearing is just a touch too tight. “Good morning,” you sputter.

Rian tugs at the shirt, feeling a bit self conscious. “I don’t have many tops since I’m usually at work or school,” he says. “This was the only clean thing I had and I think it’s from high school or something.” He opens a machine and just dumps his clothes in.

“You’re not sorting them?” You blurt.

“What’s to sort?” Rian asks. “Oh you mean like, I should wash my shirts and pants separately.”

You never assumed he wouldn’t just be good at everything. “No,” you begin to laugh. “Like, you seperate colors. Lights from darks, your whites in another pile.”

Rian’s brow pinches and he looks down at the machine. “Oh crap I really started strong today.”

You break into a laugh and shake your head. “No, no, it’s okay. I’ll show you.” You walk him through how you do your laundry. He’s surprised by how little detergent you use, you’re shocked by how much he does. After you have both started a load you sit back and he pulls out the breakfast sandwiches he made. They’re so good, even if they’ve gotten a bit cool. You go and get coffee at the bodega around the corner. There Rian ogles the cat at the front and laments how he misses his cats back home.

“You have cats?” You ask.

“Technically they’re my mom’s, but I love them like they’re mine.” He sips his coffee and looks up to the sky. “I like yours better.”

“Coffee?”

Rian nods. “Yeah of course.” He smiles down at you. “It’s way better, like ten times better.” He then reaches down, taking your free hand into his. It’s a stunning moment for you, but you relax into it. Trying to not think too much about how big his hand is.

“Anything you’d like to do after laundry?” You ask. “Maybe, when I drop my clothes off at my place, I can make you a coffee?”

“That’d be nice. I can make lunch too if you don’t mind me snooping through your fridge,” he chuckles.

You then wonder if your house is clean. Would he judge you for the mess your fridge is in? Would you have everything he’d need to cook something? Was the house really clean? Oh god, was there anything embarrassing out in the bathroom.

At the crosswalk you hear church bells in the distance. Rian squeeze your hand a bit more. It felt like a perfect moment. You look up at him, he looks back at you. Your breath hinders and you think how nice a soft kiss would be. But the light changed and you crossed the street.

Back the the laundromat you move your things from washer to dryer. “Have you ever wanted to just hop in and ride in one of these?” Rian knocks on the glass door.

“Get out of my head!” You laugh.

Rian dips down, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. In surprise you turn your head, lips touching scales. You both shyly part. You then lean in again, meeting that sweet kiss you wanted at the crosswalk.

“Not too bad,” Rian chuckles.

“Kind of smooth there.” You lick your lips. “Right in front of the dryers and what not.” You catch your breath again.

You sit down and talk for a while. At first it’s just casual things, commenting on the weather and how creepy the store across the street looks. You then begin talking more in depth. You talk about childhood things, about previous work experiences. You talk about past relationships and both of you have both had a rocky one.

“I haven’t really dated since I started working at the bakery,” Rian says. “I just really wanted to focus on it then finishing culinary school. I figured someone would come along one day.” he gives you a smile as he says this.

Once the dryers are done, you load up your stuff and head to your apartment. “Make yourself comfortable, I’ll get the coffee started.”

Rian touches your hand then holds it. He pulls you in close and gently lifts your head. He kisses you, much more intently than before. You place your hands on his chest then move closer, wrapping your arms around him. The kiss makes you feel sweltering, it’s that good.

“Wow,” you can’t help but giggle.

“Like that?” He smirks. He places a kiss on your cheek. “Been waiting on that.”

You somehow make him a special coffee drink, although your mind flutters back to that kiss. You sit together on your sofa, chatting away again like at the laundromat. You move closer and closer to one another, until you’re almost on top of him. You want to be close to him, to feel his scales, to have his tail wrap around your back. You do wind up making out, but nothing happens that day.

Sometime down the road, Cleo was leaving to go on a long weekend. You were off most of that weekend yourself, due to upcoming exams. You’d not been alone in your apartment before and it made you nervous.

“I know this might sound sudden,” you said to Rian. “But I have the apartment to myself this weekend and it’s kind of...spooky sometimes.”

Rian looks surprised but a smile appears. “You want me to come stay the night?”

“If it isn’t a hassle. I’d really like having someone there, especially at night. I don’t really like being alone there. I mean, Cleo works nights but she’s always home by-”

Rian grins. “You don’t need to explain, I’d love to spend the weekend with you. I can come over after I’m done with school today. How’s that sound?”

“That would be great! Thank you!”

When it started storming that afternoon, you were more grateful than ever to have Rian staying the night. You clean the place while you waited. When Rian arrived he was soaked.

“I’m so sorry! You could have waited until it stopped raining to come over.”

“It started raining while I was on my way,” he huffs. “I still would have come though.” he takes off his wet shirt and you see his bare chest for the first time. The gray-blue scales fade along his chest into a pale silver with flecks of black. He looks fit but there’s a thickness to his waist.

“I may have a sleep shirt you can wear.” You know you’re staring, but you can’t help yourself.

“I’m mainly just cold. Do you mind if we snuggle a bit until I warm up?” He asks.

Your heart races but you readily agree. You sit with him on the sofa, snuggling into his arms. You lean more into him, laying on his chest. Rian does feel cool to the touch so you pull a blanket around you.

“Thanks,” Rian sighs. “This feels nice.”

“It does.”

His hands rub up your back and he places his cheek upon your head. “You smell good too.”

You put on that perfume Cleo gave you before. “Thanks.” You pet up his chest. “If you’d like to take a hot shower, you can.”

“This is fine for now. I like being close to you.”

You sit up and lean back down to kiss him. You feel it growing deeper, especially as his hands begin to go under your shirt. Cool scales touch your warm, soft skin and a low moan grows in his throat.

“Easy now,” he whispers.

“Easy?”

Rian chuckles. “I don’t want to overstep or anything.” He sits up with the blanket around his shoulders. “As much as I wouldn’t mind. I’m in your home so I should behave.”

You lick your lips. “What would be misbehaving?”

His silver eyes flick over your briefly. “Well, soft kisses become hard. Lips touch more than just lips. Skin is exposed. Heavy breathing.” He clears his throat. “That sort of behaviour.”

“I like the sounds of that behaviour,” you say breathlessly. “If you’re okay with it.”

Rian licks the corner of his mouth. “I’m okay with it.”

You stand up and take his hand, leading him to your bedroom. You lay down on the bed, pulling him on top of you. His weight feels nice and you get to touch him as much as you want. He pins you to the bed, making your legs wrap around his waist. You kiss and touch, he kisses down your body, pushing up your shirt and licking your skin.

“Is it okay if I touch you?” You say with shuddering breath.

“Where?” Rian murmurs.

You sit up and have him lay back on the bed. You kiss his chest, moving your hands down his sides until you touch his jeans. You look up into his eyes, feeling nervous as you try to remain bold. You open up his pants as she watches you, a hazy look crossing his eyes. You rub the bulge then slowly tug down his underwear. You kiss his hips, moving down until your tongue darts over the base. I look up again to check his expression.

“I didn’t expect this,” he breathes.

You sit up and take off your shirt. “It’s fun.” You lean down again, pulling his shaft from inside. It’s dark gray-blue in color with flecks of black all the way up to the spear-like tip. You lick him, taking the tip into your mouth as you stroke him. Above he moans, and it’s the most seductive sound you’ve ever heard. You touch yourself, feeling the wetness that has begun to seep out. He’s getting harder gradually and it feels nice against your tongue.

“Come here,” he moans. Rian pulls you up, kissing you as he reaches down, replacing your fingers with his own. He find you wet and pliant, his fingers seem to seek out the warmth between your thighs. He kneads, strong, skilled fingers seeking out the tenderest spots of you. You whimper, holding back your sounds of pleasure until it’s near impossible. You kiss him, moaning against his lips as his fingers tease and play. He swirls inside and out, making your mind come to a halt.

Rian takes his fingers and shows you the mess you made upon them. He licks them clean before tugging away your panties and spreading your thighs open wide. You feel embarrassed being displayed like this, but Rian gaze rewakens you. He sees you as a feast laid out, and he wants you.

“Go ahead,” you say meekly. “If you want to I mean.”

Rian slides his body back over yours. “Do you want to?”

You smile shyly. “Badly.”

Rian kisses you, opening you up with his hand. He places himself inside, slowly dipping himself in. He groans into your ear, pushing himself in deeper. He feels hard inside you, he feels so good.

“How do you feel?” Rian moans.

You lock your legs around him. “Like I want more.”

Rian kisses you, slowly grinding himself inside. He moves like he knows every inch of you, taking his time to make sure nothing gets left behind or ignored. You touch him, keeping him close to you. You want to feel every inch of him. He drives deeper, harder, making you almost curl into a ball a few times. He whispers into your ear, breathing sweet nothings that only add to the curl of your toes.

The encounter leaves you breathless. You lay there panting upon the bed with sweat on your brow. Rian lays beside you, his chest rising and falling like yours. You turn and look at him, seeing the pleasured yet exhausted look upon his face. He catches you staring, you both smile and start to giggle. The giggling turns into laughter, and soon your both rolled back together, kissing and snickering.

“That was wonderful,” you purr. “You really do have a magic touch.”

Rian kisses your cheek. “Have I earned enough points to get that mug now?” You both start laughing uncontrollably again.

“You did this all for the mug! I should have known!” You kiss him and smooth your fingers along his face.

“Oh yes, you should have been aware of my scheme.” Rian lays beside you, placing his hand upon your belly. “It’s always been about the mug.”

You roll into his arms, holding him close. “You’ll have to stay just like this until I get it.”

“Sounds fair.” Rian kisses the top of your head. “Sounds almost too good.”

You get up together to get a snack, wandering to the kitchen where you stand in front of the fridge, picking and snacking on whatever you can find. You look at him, wondering if this will last. You want it to, desperately.

Rian catches you staring and he smiles. “What are you looking at?”

You hiccup and wipe your mouth. “Just you.”

“And what are you thinking?” He steals another kiss.

You shrug. “Too much. Like always.”

Rian runs his fingers through your hair. “Don’t worry. I plan on keeping this going for a long time. So save some thinking for then.”

Somehow he always knows. “Okay. I’ll try.”