A/N: Kink - Morning sex

CW: dry humping, teasing, finger sucking

This isn't wild on the smut but I'm just glad I managed to do something with it at all considering how Kinktober and writing in general has been going.

The sheets slid off Griffin's frame with the shift in the mattress. Valtor rolled over, his head pinning her chest down with the familiar weight over her heartbeat. He wrapped his arm around her middle to pull her lips into a smile as she ran her fingers through his hair. The spilling blond locks tickled over the tender flesh of her cleavage but his warmth was too alluring after all the times his intense body heat had left cuddling out of reach.

Valtor shifted his head on her chest to tease his hot breath over her breasts. "No breakfast?" his voice came from the very depths of smugness that had shaken the sleep off of him despite his languid movements against her body. "I must be even more breathtaking when I'm asleep."

His fingertips ghosted over her clothed ribcage in search of the expected hitch in her breathing to find it right there, under his touch. Satisfied, he let his fingers trail down her side and into her hair to pull her moans out as well.

"No," Griffin's own fingers threading steadily through his hair took the tangible frown off his face. "In fact, I was listening to my breath. The breath you gave me."

He stole it every time he stripped down to his vulnerability and his trust in her just to lie next to her but he always gave it back. He gave her more. She'd treasure forever the meaning he'd given to letting him find her by his side when he woke up in the late morning. He'd made leaving their bed one of the hardest jobs in the world, and she had to do it so often but it was worth it on those days when she could just let the sheets hide her from the world until he opened his eyes to find her.

"Oh, someone's in a romantic mood today," Valtor strained his neck to kiss at the top of her left breast – above her heart. "It's a nice change of pace to have you take on the role for once."

Griffin gasped in indignation, fingers slipping from his locks and sinking into his shoulder to keep her steady. "You can charm the clothes–and common sense–off of anyone but being a sweet talker does not make you a romantic."

He had the compliments and grand gestures nailed but his pursuit was more that of a hunter rather than a lover. Charisma was his weapon to protect the armor around his heart. Breaking through his one-track focus was a struggle for either one of them to this day.

"Why didn't you wake me up if you wanted me to help you out of your clothes?" Valtor's tongue slid between her breasts like a knife opening her up for arousal like her legs were parting for the hand he slipped between them. "We could have made use of the morning erection," Valtor thrust his words right into her bare mind.

"I find it more flattering when it's your lust for me making you hard rather than your male biology." Changing the angle between her thigh and his quickly hardening cock hardly disrupted his rutting against her.

Valtor's fingers bunched up her night slip and rested over the waistband of her panties. "I'm surprised you didn't break out the candles in light of your sensual mood."

His words were like he'd skipped the wax and poured the flames directly on her skin when his body on top of hers was all she needed to keep her warm.

"Do you know how many times we've had sex in the morning?" Her voice was enough to pin his attention on her even with his hands on her to disarm her. "I can count them on one hand instead of losing myself into the downpour of memories."

And arousal. He was already dragging her in those heights with the barest efforts and she hadn't even had to stew all day for it.

"We could start working on fixing that right now." Valtor's fingers slid down into her underwear to feel for the desire he could see in her eyes and chest.

"Not with this attitude." His mind was still in her mouth, though, her tongue jerking him back into his own body and to his senses. "This is exactly the reason why we can't find the time to enjoy each other's company in the morning. We never stop. We're always chasing the next goal, always after work we need to get done," she covered his heart with her palm.

"That's why you didn't make breakfast." The sharpness of his mind dissecting her words in an instant would terrify coming from anyone else but it was in the hearth of their home.

"I was busy studying the difference in our breathing." Hers had been a touch louder and more energetic in her wakefulness. Even when she'd done nothing more than lie next to him. "It made me realize I didn't need to get out of bed to exist. I could just lie with my love for you–for our life–and there wouldn't be anything more important to do in my world."

"Do you know what would be even more romantic?" Valtor cupped her cheek, thumb tracing over the corner of her mouth as if to pull it up in a perfect reflection of his.

"What?" Griffin pressed her thigh into his erection to make him shift on top of her, her teeth sinking into her lower lip to contain her grin.

"If you were to tell me every little detail about those memories you lose yourself into. Through all of your moaning," Valtor tugged sharply on the first strand of her hair in his reach before she could distract him again. It left her no chance of holding back the loud noise erupting from her throat with the same intensity of the sexual energy coiling like a snake inside her lower belly.

"That could take a while," Griffin pushed her chest into the passing touch of his hand down her body. "Unless, of course, you go slowly and let me breathe between each stroke." Her legs closed behind his waist to pull him closer as her body surrendered to the heat crawling through it.

"We have all day," Valtor's fingers swerved back up her belly right before they brushed her clit to tear a whimper out of her where the fabric of her clothes still separated their skin. "But did you really just encourage me to tease you? You? The woman that chases orgasm like her life depends on it?"

He hooked a finger in her cleavage pulling the fabric down for a peek at her breasts only to let go of it before they could spill into his hungry gaze. The lace of the neckline scraped over her nipples prickling over her mind like pins and needles in her lungs. It had her humping against him in hopes the friction would soothe the sharp edges of her need.

"I don't have to pursue something you're hellbent on giving me." Only draw some patience in her orbit. Valtor was as desperate for her orgasms as she was, his erection grinding into her in a shared rhythm. She could count on him to take from her body the pleasure he needed. Both his and hers.

Valtor pried her legs open like the jaws of his hunger were stronger than those of hers. He lowered himself between her thighs, tongue darting out as if to claim the wetness soaking her panties. His teeth grazed her clit through the fabric instead to make the air she sucked between her parted lips whistle.

"Can you feel this?" Valtor asked, fingers stroking lazily over her inner thighs, just an inch away from her arousal. Her pussy could be clenching around them or even his cock instead of the frantic need inside her if she grabbed him and guided him into position.

Griffin's fists closed in the sheets now that she'd left herself in his hands. "Of course, I can."

He'd almost bitten off a chunk of her mind. It took everything she had left not to sink her hands into his blond tresses and pull him where she could grind on his face.

"Those are the memories you want in the making. How much do you think you can take before it becomes too much?" the air rushing from his lips tickled through her drenched panties. He would drown them both before they'd even had the chance to recall this morning.

Breathing could be everything she needed as long as she managed to make her chest obey her instead of his command of her body. "It's not too much. It's not enough. I need you closer."

Valtor instantly followed along, rising from the place he'd claimed between her thighs. His own mouth watered with desire that dripped through her night slip as he dragged his tongue over it all the way to her cleavage. His weight on top of her pressed the wet fabric further into her heated skin in a shock to her brain.

"How's that?" Valtor asked, his tongue thrusting into her mouth to take the answer from there.

It had her pussy fluttering greedily, arousal flooding it instead of envy. His fingers in her hair held her wide open like a spread book but much louder.

Valtor trailed his kisses down her neck following the pulsing of her heart instead of that of his own cock. His teeth clicked into her shoulder strap to pull it down as far as it would allow with the other one still in place.

"I'd go faster but we don't have anything else to do, do we?" Valtor grinned at how easily his fingers slid all the way into her mouth without disagreement pushing out.

She'd waited for him to wake up to give her his touch. It had to be easier to keep her hands to herself now that she had his playing her body to his wishes. Either way, it was the only thing she was willing to work on today.