You ever fall in love with your FWB? Still one of the few straight couples I ship.
Their fingers interlaced and their breaths mixed together. His lips came close to her ear and bit gently, enjoying the squirm that came from the woman wrapped in his arms. His lips lingered near the places that made her whimper and arch against him, he kissed her nape and ran his hands along her waist.
She began to tremble at his touch, her want evident in the way she whispered his name.
"Claude... please." She pleaded quietly and with rosy cheeks.
The butler had long since removed his glasses, his piercing gold eyes on display- Hannah wished she could see them, she wished she could see the expression on his face. She stood with her body pressed against the wall, her face angled so she wasn't uncomfortably face-first with it and with a tall handsome butler keeping her firmly in place.
One hand held hers above her head, arm outstretched and giving her a look of submission. He kept his other hand wandering closer and closer to her naval, making sure to tease the maid by pressing his trousers firmly against her backside. She could feel him, she wanted him- but she also adored the delayed gratification.
She squeezed his hand tightly, signaling the yearning she had for him.
Claude came close to her ear and licked a path from the shell to her neck, he kissed her tenderly, or what he thought embodied tender and responded "I want you to remember that you're not the only one suffering, Anafellows."
He unbuckled his belt, making a point to make sure the buckle made just enough noise to torture her with the anticipation. She bit her lower lip and pushed back against him, her cheeks bright red and body aching. This action earned her a quiet laugh, she couldn't help but to moan softly at how inviting his voice was to her.
"Claude, please. If just your fingers, put them inside me." she breathed.
Her eagerness earned her a grunt of pure bliss from his throat.
Claude used his free hand to bunch up her dress to her hips, to which she gladly took hold of. The butler nuzzled his face into the nape of her neck and slipped his hand underneath her lace underwear. "Keep begging, Hannah. Convince me you want the rest of me inside." He felt her slickness and sighed in her ear. His fingers spread apart her womanhood and entered easily, she grunted deeply and leaned against the wall for support.
Her knees were going weak with the achingly slow but deep thrust of his fingers. The butler was far too patient, most men would have succumbed to the display of her submission within minutes- but Claude? He was biding his time. He was adjusting his length against her backside and grinding every now and again, reminding her of what was to come. Hannah felt his hand tighten in hers, the only signal she had that he was enjoying this as much as she was.
"I want you to stretch me, Claude. Please, go deeper- I need you to..."
"If you insist." He murmured in her ear. His fingers pumped inside her all the way to his knuckle, her fluid slowly dripping down his hand. He pressed against her walls and dragged his fingers along them. His arousal was stiff and achingly sensitive to the touch, he could feel the muscles in his hips twitch and he knew he would lose patience soon- but not yet. He needed her longing to be expressed, for however long they could muster.
His fingers had a small advantage over his manhood, they could hook gently inside, something he knew the maid ached for.
Hannah pressed her forehead against the wall and sighed, even her shoulders trembled at her pleasure "I'm going mad for you- I can't even think, you make me feel so good." her voice was airy and light, as if she were far-away already. Claude unlaced their fingers, to her brief dismay, and gently held her neck with his hand. He used the right of amount of pressure to cut off air without causing excessive discomfort.
The choked gasp that she released made him sigh in her ear, "that's right, Hannah. Very good." his praise made her shudder against him. Her cheeks were scarlet and her body achingly hot, she could feel his fingers moving inside her at a steady pace, her senses were overloaded with nothing but pleasure and obsession for the man behind her.
Claude furrowed his brows and tried to keep his breathing under control but the sounds coming from her slick entrance were getting louder with every pump of his fingers, he could feel her getting increasingly more aroused and it made him equally as crazed.
It was a minute or two, but he couldn't deny the attention that he now needed. With a shaky breath, the demon nibbled on Hannah's ear and said "watching you has done a number on me. Hannah, touch me."
Her free hand immediately reached back and firmly grasped his length. When her palm was met with leaked precum Hannah shuddered again. She didn't realize how badly he needed her too, this brought her a small surge of smugness "you poor thing." she murmured softly. She stroked him at the same pace that he fingered her, an unfair thing to do. Claude abruptly stopped himself, the surge of pleasure racking down his spine stopping him from continuing.
Hannah heard the faintest moan slip from his lips and she immediately turned around, the softness of his voice gave her power that she had surrendered to him- but now reclaimed. His lips were ensnared in her own and her arms wrapped around his strong neck. She bit his lips playfully, earning her another moan.
In-between their kissing the maid cursed, "fuck..." before grasping his length again. Her eyes wilted with lust. Her touch was determined, he could understand the impatience- but the manner in which she needed him- the way her composure melted when they became intimate... Claude was driven by those displays.
I need Hannah.
He couldn't explain why that thought formed in his mind, but there wasn't a denial. Despite himself, he could feel his cheeks beginning to redden.
He pushed her back against the wall, whilst she lifted a leg and hooked it around his hips.
Hannah would give him submission but she could, in an instant, reverse the roles. He admired this about her.
He exited her womanhood and broke their kiss, Hannah slowly opened her eyes and caught her breath as she watched him lick his fingers clean. Her smell, her taste, her being- Claude needed it all. He never knew that the woman had anything he desired, he deemed her as someone who was just there, much like the triplets.
When he noticed her stares, when he noticed her subtle interest in him- he indulged. He couldn't have guessed that he would also be infatuated with her, perhaps even obsessed. The way her fingers came to comb through his hair, or the manner in which she looked at him, as if he was a beautiful enigma. Claude did not want it to end. Alois Trancy's soul be damned. Hannah was going to be by his side for as long as possible, even after they devoured the boy's soul.
The butler placed his fingers, the same ones that were inside of her, to her lips.
Their eyes locked, blue with gold. Hannah opened her mouth and wrapped her full lips around his digits, she didn't need to be told what to do. She understood what he wanted. Her hands slowly rose to hold onto his wrist, wanting to simply touch him and feel his skin- she held him like she was afraid he was going to leave.
Hannah moaned around his fingers while her thumbs moved in slow circles around his wrist. The idea of releasing him brought her discomfort, so she prolonged the touch for as long as she could.
His face felt warmer, her tongue expertly running up and down his fingers, her eyes never leaving his.
Until there was nothing of her essence left did she deem it necessary to pull herself away and even when she did, she gave his fingers a chaste kiss, "I don't think I've ever seen you flushed, It's a good look."
He said nothing as his hands went to her backside to hoist her up in his arms. Hannah held onto his shoulders as he carried her to bed, the hold she had on his mind was maddening and he was certain it went past lust.
That may have been what started their nightly encounters, but as they continued to be around one another and learn, albeit slowly, about the others past... well, Claude was certain that he'd been ensnared into emotions he didn't know he was capable of having. Demons couldn't love, that was a universal truth.
Or so he thought.
Hannah could love easily, Luka Macken's soul was to thank for that. It was something that he found intriguing, initially.
Now, he wasn't certain if he wanted it for himself or not.
He set her down on the edge of the bed and proceeded to kneel down in front of her, his hands going to work on removing her clothes. Hannah watched him silently, her hands gripping the edge of the bed with anticipation. She noticed the difference in his actions tonight, she noticed them for awhile actually.
Claude was being more tender.
He had been for the past couple weeks.
I wonder why.
"One moment taking control of me, the next undressing me with care- are you trying to stop my heart?" she asked with a teasing smile. Her breasts were bare, her dress discarded. His hands hooked onto the thigh-high stockings she wore and dragged them slowly off her slender legs, his golden eyes met hers with their usual fierceness but he responded with something that genuinely shocked the maid.
"No. I just want it for myself."
One hand rested on her left thigh, while the other ran down her right leg. Her skin flawless and smooth, Claude saw that the gears in her mind were turning and he quashed down the smirk that threatened to grow on his face. He wasn't going to cower behind what he said, he meant it. If she expected him to profess some unique and undying love, she wasn't going to receive it.
She was smarter than that though.
She had her suspcions that he may have fostered some feelings. This was the first time he ever voiced them. Hannah knew firsthand what love felt like, and she knew how uncertain the feelings could be, how they tormented creatures like them- creatures who only understood suffering and perhaps deserved nothing more.
The maid wasn't going to overwhelm him, but she wasn't going to let his comment slip by either.
Her fingers cupped his jaw, her thumb brushing along his cheek, the warmth of her touch causing a brief flicker in his stoic demeanor. Her silver hair framed her face, catching the light in a way that made her beauty all the more mesmerizing. Claude remained silent, his gaze tracing the sharp angles of her face, his attention focusing on the subtle flush of desire that was growing in him.
His face remained unreadable, but his eyes—they softened, just enough for her to notice.
"Here I thought you'd never get attached," Hannah murmured with a teasing smile, her voice steady, "but there are no complaints here. Take all of me, if you can."
She leaned back onto the bed, with poise and patient confidence. Her gaze lowered to his pants, her eyes darkening as an image of him succumbing to her body played in her mind. The mere thought made her stomach drop, a sharp need rising in her chest. A curse escaped her lips, low and breathless.
Her hand slid between her thighs, fingers brushing against her own warmth as she waited. She didn't notice how deeply her words affected him, but she would soon learn.
Claude's eyes darkened as he watched her surrender to her desire, her body laid out before him. His movements were swift, shedding his clothes before she had time to react. As he joined her on the bed, he pinned her wrists above her head, his touch possessive. Hannah's body stretched beneath him—beautiful, vulnerable. His leg slipped between hers, brushing against her sensitive skin, making her gasp.
A deep, guttural moan escaped her, and her head tossed back as she arched into him. The sensation of his body against hers, of his warmth enveloping her, sent a pulse of heat through her.
Is this how it's going to be? Does he still plan to tease me? The devil.
His weight settled over her, skin to skin, their bodies flushed with want. She could feel him everywhere—each press of his body, every breath he took against her skin—until her own voice faltered, no longer holding the strength she had moments ago. She couldn't hold onto her pride, not when he was slowly breaking her down, piece by piece.
As he kissed her, the moan in her throat was swallowed by his lips, leaving her lost, drowning in the feel of him.
He teased her for a few painful moments, his own need too much to bear- not to mention, the painfully obvious torment Hannah was currently experiencing. The golden eyed butler positioned himself at her entrance, eliciting gasp from the woman beneath him. He released her wrists and with that newfound freedom Hannah clung to his shoulders and buried her face in his neck.
He could sense the bashfulness, despite them having shared a bed countless times before.
"Don't break me, Claude." she whispered in his ear, her once-powerful voice now replaced with a softer- more fragile tone. She furrowed her brows and tried to control the emotions she felt in her chest- but she couldn't. She felt tears collect in the corner of her eyes as he entered her warm, willing entrance.
"You're a contradiction, Hannah," Claude spoke with a smooth unwavering voice. "so powerful and full of poise, but with me you become undone so easily."
Her words had left her, the only response she could give him was the wrapping of her legs around him. Claude knew there would be little left said between them as he continued to pick up his pace. Her body arched more and he knew she was as close as him to a climax. He felt her tears dampen his neck, he had her trust, her vulnerability- to the current extent, and it somehow helped in reaching his own peak.
The room seemed to quiet, save for their breaths, steady but charged, as they reached the final crescendo. Claude's name escaped her lips, soft and trembling, like a prayer whispered into the stillness. Her body tightened in a wave of release, and for a fleeting moment, she felt as if time had stilled entirely around them.
Hannah, still catching her breath, raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a playful yet softer smile. Her fingers brushed lightly against his chest as she propped herself up, studying him with that teasing glint still dancing in her eyes.
"You want my heart, do you?" she asked, her voice now a quiet purr, only a hint of teasing remaining as she let her question linger in the air.
Claude remained unmoved, his expression as unreadable as ever. There was no hesitation in him, no need for grand words. His eyes, cool and unflinching, met hers. He nodded once, slow and deliberate, but his gaze softened, a subtle shift that betrayed a deeper meaning behind the simplicity of his gesture.
His silence spoke louder than any response could. He didn't need to ask or explain — he was simply stating a truth.
Hannah's smile faded slightly, replaced by something quieter, more reflective. She let her fingers trail across his skin as she searched his face for any hint of pretense, but there was none. He didn't speak, but his steady presence was all she needed.
"And if I don't give it to you?" she asked, her voice quieter now, a challenge wrapped in vulnerability.
Claude's hand moved almost imperceptibly to rest on her back, his touch firm yet gentle. The weight of his touch alone was enough to convey everything he needed to say. He didn't need to speak; he wasn't asking her for anything.
With a slow exhale, he closed the distance between them, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of her head, the gesture tender in its simplicity.
His silence, his actions — they were enough to reassure her. The words didn't need to be said.
Hannah let out a soft breath, her hand coming to rest over his, feeling the strength in his touch. She smiled faintly, a quiet understanding passing between them. She didn't have to question his sincerity. It was in everything he did, in the way he held her, in the way he simply was with her.
"Hm, I'll take it." Hannah teased. Though, she had to admit to herself that her heart uncontrollably at what the future circumstances could be.