I woke up on crisp white sheets and stretched, blinking my eyes open, feeling amazing.
My eyes landed on Llewellyn asleep next to me and I froze, remembering the previous night.
Huh. Damn. I flushed hot, swallowing.
Looked like the System had teleported us back into Llewellyn's penthouse—and onto Llewellyn's bed—once his Core Partition time had run out.
We hadn't left the shop at all in the end, trying out… er… more surfaces, before relocating to the sofa again and just making out more until we fell asleep.
And now here we were.
I wondered what I should do. Get up and shower again? Go and make breakfast? Wake him up with a blowjob? Just leave? How did people know what to do?!
Llewellyn's eyes blinked open and caught mine. Uh.
We both stared. His face pinked up immediately, too.
Then Llewellyn said, "Come here," reaching for my waist, and pulled me into a kiss.
Uh.
Um.
Damn, why did this feel so good.
I reached for the nape of his neck and pulled him in, melting into the mattress.
We weren't wearing any clothes, so this was even better.
I had half a mind to climb on top of him, pin him down, and take him in my mouth, when Llewellyn said, "Breakfast?"
...That was a good point. We'd only had chocolate the previous day, so I was actually hungry.
"Yeah," I said into another kiss. "Breakfast's good."
Then I just tugged his hair a bit, kissing him deeper.
"Mmh," Llewellyn said, moving to kiss down my neck.
In the other room, we could hear Lumos and Penguin running around excitedly, making a ruckus.
I could see my coat neatly hung nearby, but my clothes were nowhere to be seen.
"I might need some clothes," I said.
***
I greeted Penguin and Lumos and watched them both coo around us happily before they ran off to the living room again, apparently in the middle of some game.
Well, that was perfect.
I'd been wondering what the kitchen experience would be, considering the last time I'd slept over without being woken up by a Distorted Realm alert. Would it be as awkward?
Apparently, I didn't have to wait long to find out. Llewellyn wandered into the kitchen, turned the coffee machine on, and pressed me against the counter, resuming what we'd interrupted.
"Maybe I shouldn't have put clothes on," I said, while we were making out.
"We need to eat," Llewellyn said, then slid a leg between mine instead.
"Do you have plans today?" I asked.
"Nothing that can't be postponed." He slid a hand under my shirt, and I let out a noise. Maybe seeing me in his clothes really did it for him.
"Let's eat then," I gasped. "And then we can go back to bed. If you want."
Llewellyn's breath hitched slightly, and he pressed me into the counter again.
"Do you have any plans today?" he asked, bracketing me against it and pulling back slightly to look at me.
His hair was a mess.
...I imagined mine wasn't any better.
"Core Partition for one hour some time today," I said. "A team meeting with Niamh at 4 PM. Nothing else. I was thinking we could visit Gléonwon after that? Maybe have some kind of barbecue with him, if we can procure enough meat?"
"Mmh," Llewellyn said, leaning in again. "Sounds good."
We were never going to get anything done if we didn't stop kissing, but… uh. It felt too good. Maybe I'd avoided kissing him for so long I'd triggered something somehow and now I just couldn't stop.
"Do you need these?" I asked, tugging at his sweatpants.
Llewellyn bit down on my lower lip. "Don't give me ideas," he said.
…I really wanted to give him ideas.
"You said you liked the counter."
"Precisely why you shouldn't be giving me ideas."
I grinned.
"Alright. Breakfast, then," I said. "So we can go back to bed. I want to suck you off."
Llewellyn let out a noise and dropped his forehead on my shoulder.
"Are pancakes okay?" he asked.
***
Llewellyn made pancakes while I hovered around, trying not to kneel right there and take his trousers off. The pancake batter sizzled on the griddle, the smell filling the kitchen—delicious.
The third time I wandered close, eyeing his sweatpants low on his waist, Llewellyn caught my wrist and crowded me against the fridge instead.
"They'll burn," I said into the kiss.
"They won't," he said, hand sliding under my shirt and biting down on my throat, where the marks from last night were still fully visible.
I let him add more of them, then I grabbed his shoulder and tugged his head up, chasing a kiss.
The pancakes really smelled perfect. Llewellyn pulled back long enough to stack two more on the plate and pour more batter onto the griddle, then came back and pushed me against the fridge again, hips rolling forward.
Breakfast be damned. We shouldn't have left the bed.
I meant to say that, but. Suddenly, Llewellyn spun me around, chest to the refrigerator, and his mouth found the back of my neck, hot. I pushed back against him and he groaned, grinding forward.
"I'm much more into this than into pancakes right now," I managed. "Can't we skip—"
"No," Llewellyn said, sliding a hand into the front of my trousers and curling it around me. I groaned, bumping my head forward. He bit down on my shoulder through the shirt and sucked another mark there as his hand moved. "We're eating."
He released me and stepped back.
I cursed and turned around, probably looking wrecked. He definitely did—face flushed, breathing uneven, obvious strain against his sweatpants.
I watched him collect the last pancakes.
"Plates," he said, voice rough.
I got on with that while I watched him move around the kitchen, making coffee and getting everything else ready.
"Syrup?" he asked suddenly, mouth at my ear.
I almost dropped both plates. I placed them on the table, turned around and went for his shirt, but Llewellyn just caught my wrists and walked me back, slamming me against the fridge again.
"Not before we eat," he said.
Goddamnit.
I couldn't move to do what I wanted, but I could lean in and kiss him. Llewellyn moaned. I locked my leg around his, yanking him flush against me, and we were making out again, grinding against each other.
Unfortunately, Llewellyn pulled back before either of us could finish.
I groaned.
"The sooner we eat, the sooner we can go back to it," Llewellyn said against my mouth.
"…"
I kissed him again.
When we finally sat at the table, the air was so charged, I thought I was going to combust.
For the next few minutes, we focused on our food. The pancakes were perfect—still hot, fluffy, and slightly crispy at the edges. When he poured more syrup I made a sound, and Llewellyn's jaw tightened.
"…"
We left everything on the table—plates, syrup, what remained of our pancakes.
Llewellyn backed me toward the hallway, kissing me the whole way, hands already pulling at my clothes.
We hit the doorframe while he kissed down my throat and I yanked him closer.
Then I slammed the door shut behind us and went down on my knees.
Llewellyn's head tipped back against the door as I took him in my mouth, throat exposed, chest rising and falling rapidly. The sight made me groan around him and his whole body tensed up.
He was about to say something but his words dissolved as I took him deeper, swallowing around him. He moaned and his hips jerked forward involuntarily.
I brought his hand to my head and said, "Just do it yourself."
I watched him change about fifteen facial expressions in a second before he did cup my head and slid forward. I relaxed my throat as best as I could, and Llewellyn moaned and did it again, picking up a rhythm he liked.
"…"
It was so hot.
Would it be weird if I came from this? Could I come from this? I was combusting!
"Wait," Llewellyn gasped suddenly, tugging my hair a few times to pull my head back, then harder when I sucked and didn't let go. I moaned around him and he jerked forward involuntarily one more time, gasping, before pulling back completely. "Come here."
Fuck. Why. He'd clearly been close.
Llewellyn hauled me up and pushed me toward the bed. I barely had time to catch my breath before he shoved me down onto the mattress, climbed on top of me, and kissed me hard, his hands working at my clothes.
"These need to go," he said against my mouth, yanking at my shirt.
I lifted my arms to help, and he tossed it aside before going for my—technically his—trousers. Within seconds I was naked beneath him.
"You too," I said, going for his shirt.
Llewellyn complied, then we were kissing again, biting and grinding and… uh… more.
I didn't get home until four hours later.