"Do you mind?" Fred whispered, undoing his own buckle.
"Why would I?" I replied, slurring a bit in my tiredness.
"Well, I don't know, I haven't ever really-"
I eased his concerns by reaching out and pulling his belt off, tossing it over the side of the bed. Fred's eyes went wide as his hands shook by his sides, watching me unbutton his pants and try to pull them down.
"Hey, hey, hey," he hurriedly spoke, grabbing my wrists and holding them at a small distance.
"What's the big deal?" I asked, "You just jerked me off, is there really any boundary left to cross?"
"Well, when you put it like that," he rolled his eyes, "I don't know, it just feels so...intimate."
"Duh," I laughed, "That's what we're doing."
He huffed a frustrated breath out before pulling his pants off, revealing some typical plaid boxers. A fierce blush wrapped itself around his face, but I imagined I didn't look too far off from that as well.
And just like that, his arrogance seemed to mask itself over him as he crawled back onto the bed, sliding his leg between mine and placing a kiss on my neck.
"I was wondering if we could cross another boundary," he whispered into my ear, pulling back to see my reaction.
"Another boundary?" I asked with confusion lacing my voice. "What's that?"
"I don't really know how to say it without sounding gross," he said sheepishly, placing a hand underneath my thigh and lifting up. All I could focus on was his boner pressing into me, like a tease.
"Oh," my mind finally caught up to his, "Do you mean-"
"Yes," he grimaced, "I hate the word, it sounds gross."
"I mean," I felt myself blush in humiliation, "If you came...prepared, then I don't see why not."
"I did," he mumbled, refusing to look me in the eye.
Maybe it wasn't really the time for it, but I couldn't stifle my laughter. Giggles bubbled up out of me and I tried to cover them up with my hand to no avail. Fred made an annoyed face as he climbed off of me and walked over to our discarded satchels.
As my laughter died out, the drowsiness taunted me, pulling me further into the red duvet and daring me to stay awake. It grasped at my eyelids and whispered promises in my ears as Fred's form was shrouded in darkness and grew blurry as my eyes closed.
"Hey, did you fall asleep?" I heard Fred mutter, and the sound of the curtains closing.
My eyes slid open slightly, just enough to see that the curtains made the room surprisingly darker. Fred stood between my knees, leaning against the bed as he fiddled with a small bottle.
"Wouldn't dream of it," I murmured, watching the cap pop open.
"Hah, that's funny," he replied just as quietly. "Would you rather take these off, or do I get the honors?"
"Mm," it was a little humiliating, but I didn't have the energy to lean up again. "Go ahead."
He didn't seem to expect that response, fumbling with the bottle as he snapped it shut and tossed it on the bed beside me.
"Uh," he faltered as I raised up my legs to slide them all the way off.
"Mm?"
"Pardon me," he murmured, sliding himself between my legs as he got on the bed, pulling my thighs up and letting the bottom half of me rest on him. "You've got to be propped up so I can...see."
"Right." I was getting a bit nervous now. I'd heard it would hurt and sometimes not even feel good, hopefully Fred had some semblance of what he was doing.
The cap popped open with a plastic snap, and I cringed at the feeling of freezing cold liquid touching my most private areas.
"Haah," I jolted as Fred inserted a finger and the coldness seeped into me, hungrily devouring my body heat.
"Sorry," he muttered as I gripped tightly onto his wrist. A second finger slipped in before I even had any time to think of a response, causing my back to arch harshly against the mattress.
It didn't necessarily hurt, it was just so cold and foreign feeling, it sent weird muscle spasms all the way up my spine.
"Hang in there." Fred fingers curled upward and sent a rocking shockwave through my body, I felt my legs go numb for a few seconds and I could already tell that whatever the hell he just did was the definition of dangerous.
"What the hell was that?" I struggled to speak as his free hand roamed freely over my waist.
"A special little spot," he hummed, seeming to be proud of himself.
"I think giving you this much power was a mistake."
"A bit too late to observe that, this is my pay back."
"Pay back?" I asked.
"For making me all nervous earlier, I should have remembered who I was with."
"What does that mean?" I propped myself up on my elbows, the shift making my stomach feel all weird.
"You know," Fred began, completely ignoring my question, "I'm sure you've never noticed, but this entire room smells like you."
"What?" I breathed out.
"Flowers," he leaned in close, speaking the word lowly into my ear. I'm embarrassed to admit it sent a jolt through my stomach and made me feel all hot and sticky again.
"Mnn," I bit my lip against the sounds escaping me.
"Is it okay if I go ahead?" He could have told me anything at that point and I would've agreed. The sound of his low voice speaking right into my ear just did something to me, I don't know what.
"Yes, please hurry," my grip around his neck tightened as he lined everything up and stole a kiss to distract me as he entered inside me.
I don't even know what to think right now, my head is completely empty and the only thing I could even think was 'This feels so good it's criminal'. Yeah, it hurt a little, but the feeling I was overwhelmed with was a a toss up between extremely flustered and slightly uncomfortable.
"All good?" He checked in, I wish he wouldn't. Part of me just wanted Fred to do whatever he wanted, the rational part of my brain was going wild with the amount of care and gentleness he was using.
"Move, go," I murmured, my fingers weaving themselves into his hair and gripping tightly as I felt his skin shift against mine. My eyes slid shut and my body tensed up as he leaned in close.
"Shit," Fred hissed, I felt the covers twisting in his hands as he clutched the duvet tightly.
"Fuck, Fred, I'm," I sputtered, hardly able to get my tongue to cooperate as the muscle in my back tensed up and I felt myself nearing a climax.
"Mmm," he hummed, placing a chaste kiss on my shoulder, speeding up just a little bit. "Go on."
I wondered how it would sound for Fred to whisper little things in my ear, I already could barely handle myself when his voice grew low. That was a dangerous thought to put in my head, and a jolt of pleasure rushed through me in a paralyzing sort of way. Some sort of choked noise came from the back of my throat and I felt a familiar stickiness hit my chest.
The overwhelming feeling of Fred continuing to keep going made tears gather in my eye as my body shuddered underneath him, unable to keep up anymore.
"I'm almost there," he comforted, leaning down to capture my lips in a longer, deeper kiss than we'd been doing. "You're doing so good, just a bit longer."
My short-lived fantasy coming to fruition made my eyes widen as I felt my body shudder underneath his. A searing pain of pleasure sparking up again made tears collect in the corners of my eyes, and my fingers dig into the skin of his back.
"Shit, no," I murmured, the noises slipping between my lips increasing again as I felt another, powerful orgasm hit me. I'd never felt such a deep, tiring sensation before and I was on the brink of passing out if Fred kept going.
Fred let out a surprising low, gravelly groan as I felt something warm spill into me. My face flamed up as I realized what it was, and as if he couldn't stand to hold himself up any longer, he collapsed on me.
"Ngh," I grunted as the shift made another shock of pleasure hit me.
"Sorry, let me clean you up," Fred pushed himself up and brushed his hair away from his face with the back of his hand. For a moment he just looked down at me, I probably looked like a mess after all that.
"Clean..?" I mumbled, feeling my eyelids slide shut on their own.
"Don't worry about it, you just go to sleep, yeah?" He murmured by my ear, brushing his palm against my cheek and leaving a gentle kiss on my lips. "Sweet dreams, Soot."