Something to Remember #3
Sabre reared back with a gasp, rolling their hips against his in a desperate motion.
Idris locked the fuck in immediately and pounded up into that sweet slice of heaven that was Sabre’s soaking wet pussy.
He growled and squeezed them to his chest, their breasts smashed against his chest as every feral instinct took over.
He thrusted inside them like the pair were in heat, snarling into their ear and driven on by the sluttiest groans and noises coming from Sabre.
One hand slipped from Sabre’s waist, scrambling for the vibrator in the nightstand. Upon grabbing it, he set it to the highest setting and shoved his hand between them, pressing the device tightly against their clit. Sabre jumped, letting out a string of filthy curses.
“Good kitty.” Idris purred into their ear. “What are the two things you need?”
“You… and your cock.” Sabre moaned the answer that’d been programmed into their psyche since their first fuck with him.
“Good.” Idris mused. “You just want to be my cockslut, don’t you?”
Sabre could only nod as pure white hot ecstasy blanked out their vision.
Their orgasm slammed into them, making them scream Idris’s name as loud as they reasonably could without waking the neighbors.
Idris tossed aside the vibrator and returned his hand to their waist, digging his nails into the flesh, leaving deep marks.
“Idris,” Sabre sighed, looking into his eyes.
“Sabre, please, can I cum in your pussy?” He asked, not wanting to be rude.
“By all means.”
That was all it took. Idris slammed his hips home, once, twice, before his second orgasm of the night hit him like a truck.
His balls clenched, and he unloaded his cum into their writhing, post-orgasm flexing pussy.
The walls of their cunt milked him dry, and he had to take a moment to regain his bearings as he gently lifted them off his lap.
“Jelly legs.” They giggled, loopy from the orgasm.
“Same.” He concurred, taking a few deep, cleansing breaths before standing up and grabbing a towel and some baby wipes.
He took care of wiping down the mess from his cock off Sabre’s skin.
Seeing his seed drip from their glistening lips made him want to go in for a third round, but looking at the way their eyes threatened to close from exhaustion made him snap out of the moment.
He fished out a pair of their panties and found a pad in the bathroom.
He slid their panties on their body, offering water at the same time. Only then did he clean himself off.
“That was good.” Sabre chuckled. “I do need to get up to pee.”
“When you recover.” He ordered, tossing their ruined clothes and the towel into a laundry basket.
“Okay.” Sabre’s head lolled to the side as he joined them in bed. “I love you.”
Idris’ heart twisted. “I know.” He sighed, taking them into his arms. “I love you, too.”
Sleep soon pulled both of them under, the storm making for perfect white noise.
* * *
Idris groggily sat up, the sunlight filtering through a slightly open window. He groaned and stretched, smacking his lips and taking in a big, deep breath. The smell of coffee urged him from bed, and he lazily walked into the kitchen.
Sabre stood at the stove, wearing a pair of tight leggings, a tank top, their long red locks back in a bandana, and an apron.
They smiled at him and shoved a steaming cup of coffee into his hands, which he gratefully sipped.
They urged him to sit at the dining room table, presenting him with a plate of eggs, toast, and bacon.
“Thank you.” He sleepily wrapped his arms around their middle. “I appreciate this.”
Sabre looked down and patted his head. “I’m glad. I got your car sorted out as well. It’s ready to go when you are.”
“Huh?” Idris frog blinked, looking up at them through narrowed eyes. “What time is it?”
“Um, noon-ish. You were pretty tired.” They untangled his arms from around them. “Your clothes from yesterday are all clean.”
“Thank you.” He looked down at his food, slowly turning to eat.
Sabre nodded and cleaned up the kitchen while he ate.
They hummed a soft tune while working on the task, their tail lashing back and forth in pleasant domesticity.
In a small moment, this felt normal. Idris eating breakfast after a sleepover, Sabre cleaning up, and they’d go to the mall or something after.
The domesticity would be something Sabre missed for a very, very long time.
They paused washing a knife and took a deep breath to reset their brain. Nope, not in front of him.
“Thank you again.” Idris slid his dirty dishes into the sink beside them.
“You have work in two hours. Might want to get ready.” Sabre stiffened, the guarded response coming incredibly too natural.
“Okay.” Idris disappeared to the bedroom and came out to the kitchen. “I really do appreciate everything-”
“You’re fine.” Sabre stared intently at a spoon, trying to stop their shoulders from shaking. “Just… Don’t be late to work.”
Idris nodded to himself and grabbed his things. “Goodbye, Sabre.” He said over his shoulder, stepping out the door.
And Sabre finally let themselves break down.