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This was bad.
This was fucking bad.
Then, why the hell did it feel so fucking good?
Twilight couldn’t stop. Why couldn’t he stop? He had done things most would call impossible, accomplished missions that had had less than a thousandth of a percent chance of succeeding. He had survived two separate bombings by pure luck. He had survived the life of a starving rat with no place to call home. He had walked out of the war when so many of his comrades had died. So out of all the things he could do in this damned world, why couldn’t he stop this?
“ Loid~, harder please, ” the blonde heard his wife beg quietly, yet it erupted through his head, making his normal awareness of the outside world fade and his mind become fuzzy. All he could hear was her; all he could feel was her. He complied with her wish and put even more force behind his already powerful thrusts, simultaneously accelerating his pace. Something inside him felt…warmth, pride, lust? No, no, none of those fit. What the hell was this feeling?
And, why did this all feel so different? He had had sex with so many women before Yor, yet this… was something else entirely. This didn’t feel like just sex.
The effect it had on her was immediate, the reaction ripping him from his thoughts, as sharp nails clawed at his back, easily drawing blood, yet it did nothing to make his arousal waver. If anything, the smell of blood only drew him further into the trance this absolutely delicious woman had brought him into without even trying. Her moans grew louder and longer as he felt her insides pulse around him, drawing a groan out from his dry lips. “ Yor ,” was the only word he could seem to manage at the moment.
The only sounds around them were the melody of the creaking bed, it’s rhythm steady like a song stuck in his head, and the wet slaps that echoed off the walls with each thrust he gave, each push towards that wonderful afterglow that only came with having sex with someone who you truly valued, who you truly held near and dear to your heart.
But, this was all for the mission, right?
This was all supposed to be fake - a hoax, a farce - just so the two of them could live life without anyone growing suspicious and so Anya could go to Eden. It was Twilight’s one way ticket to claiming information from one Donovan Desmond for himself, but instead he currently found himself claiming his wife over and over, listening to all of her dirty wants and needs as her tight and soft insides took claim over his sanity. And for whatever damn reason, that was all that mattered to him right now.
His years of training and spying had been thrown out the window as he moved from sucking bruises on her sweaty neck to looking her in the eyes as he took her. Her face was as red as her eyes, made even more beautiful by the soft light of the lamp on his bedside table. He could see everything of her from this angle and made sure to take in every detail - her hair - a tangled mess at this point, her eyes - bright and shining and full of lust and want and something he couldn’t quite put his tongue on, her skin - flawless and glowing from the sweat that seeped from her pores, her breasts - ample and bouncing with nipples red and pebbled from his earlier exploits. And fuck , was she just the most exquisite woman he had ever seen.
He took her lips in his, tongue fighting for dominance as he drank up every moan she let out. If only Anya was at Becky’s, he thought to himself momentarily before he felt a strong hand begin to roam his chest, causing him to realize just how tight he was getting on oxygen.
He broke their heated make out session as he sat up, not once breaking his rhythm, and studied her once more. “ Fuck , Yor, you’re so amazing. You feel so amazing. I don’t think you understand how amazing you feel,” he whispered, but he knew that if she was anything like him at that point she would have no problem hearing every single syllable of his compliments. His hands tightened around her small waist to add even more force.
“ Loid~” she whined softly, barely loud enough to hear (but, oh, Loid could hear it) as he continued his conquest of her body.
He could smell the sex (or whatever it was) in the air - that pungent scent that only brought you higher and higher into ecstasy. He could smell the juices that at that point were practically pouring out of her. The heat in the room around him was driving him even further to insanity. He could get drunk on fucking her. He could get drunk on the sight of her. He could get drunk on her.
And somehow, that was the most frightening part of all this.
Her strength, immense and superhuman as it may be, did nothing to make him quiver in intimidation. Her beauty, which could make a man go completely silent and shy, did nothing but make him realize that even Ostania had its graces. Her voice, so quiet and dignified yet airy and sing-song which could make a crying newborn fall asleep within seconds, only proved to heighten his senses and give him the energy his very little sleep caused him to lack. No, no, the most frightening thing about her was how easy it was to let himself feel safe around her, how terrifyingly easy it was for her to break down the metaphoric walls he had painstakingly put up to keep everyone out for over two decades with only a single smile, a single breath in his ear, a single moan of his name. It horrified him at how little she had to do to get down to the true Twilight.
And the woman had absolutely no clue.
She had no clue what she did to him - had no clue that her taste could be the thing that outed him as a spy, no clue that her strong legs that wrapped around his torso made him want to return to a normal life with a normal family.
You’ve grown soft, Twilight, he thought to himself as he allowed himself to fully immerse himself in her.
Once again, he kissed her. He kissed her with every bit of emotion he could afford to let out, making sure she knew just how special she was to him, how vital of a piece she was to him.
For perhaps the first time since before the first bombing of the war, he thought himself to be lucky. Hell, he thought himself to be the luckiest man alive at that moment. Not every man could say that they got to bed the woman of their dreams and be her first everything, and that gave him more pride than even his greatest accomplishments. He has been the only one to ever see her like this - legs spread and open for him to make her feel things she never had the opportunity to feel before. And he thought his ego was big before.
Twilight allowed his hands to roam her flawless body, the feeling of her soft skin now burned into his memory for all eternity. Using his right hand, he grabbed her left breast and began to finger at her nipple while his left hand needlessly tested her flexibility by bringing her right leg up to nearly run parallel with her torso.
Removing himself from her for only a second (as any second longer she would have tackled him to the bed and mounted him herself in impatience), he readjusted her to be on her left side, so he could lay behind her, his bare, muscular chest and abs pressing against her back. He pushed inside her heat once more, the new angle being a welcomed change of pace for the couple as they moaned into their next kiss.
He quickly found a new rhythm - one that was slightly faster and harder yet allowed him to go even deeper inside her. The way his name sounded on her tongue was better than anything in the world. He could hear the news of the end of the cold war, and that still somehow wouldn’t even come close to compare to that noise. Fuck, the things that that woman made him feel.
Loid felt Yor’s hand comb through his hair, fingernails lightly grazing his head. He reluctantly pulled his lips from hers to look her in the eyes once more as he moved his left hand underneath her to be able to begin rubbing circles against her swollen clit. He studied her expression as her eyes went back, and her jaw dropped. The beautiful flush on her skin grew deeper, and he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle from pure infatuation.
“ Fuck, Yor, I could watch you like this for hours,” he spoke lowly, pressing his nose into her neck to smell the expensive shampoo and perfume that suited her perfectly. He wondered if she had put it on before this on purpose. For all the things she didn’t know about her husband, she did know that her signature scents made him grow hard within seconds, knew that to him those scents smelled like safety, security, home. “Yor Forger, you’re going to be the death of me. I hope you know that.”
She giggled. She fucking giggled. She sat there, unintentionally breaking every single defense he had with a horrifying ease, and giggled. Perhaps, she did know what she did to Twilight.
“ Good,” she practically moaned into his ear, tightening herself around Loid. Okay, that one had to be on purpose, the spy thought, feeling himself get closer to the edge. His pace began to get sporadic, his body not allowing him the chance to get himself under control. “ Ah! Loid, ah,” she could barely get out as the pace became almost too much for her to bear. “I’d be honored, ah~, to take your life,” she somehow managed to say through her obscene gasps.
She turned her head, so her lipstick stained lips were right at her lover’s ear.
No, no, she definitely knew what she could do to Twilight.
“ Or, I could give you one~.”
And that was all Loid could take. He broke. Nothing in his mind was telling him to stop anymore - he wasn’t thinking about the consequences anymore. His body was acting on impulse as it had at the interview where he almost punched his way into failing Strix before it could even officially start.
His hand increased its circular motions while the one holding her leg wrapped around to simultaneously keep her screams from waking Anya. He drove into her with unmatched force, hitting that sweet spot inside of her that he had become very well aware of that made her see constellations, that made her see twilight.
Twilight felt her tighten near impossibly around his throbbing cock as she came, her muffled screams of utter bliss bringing him to completion - strands upon strands of his thick cum coating her cunt as he finished inside her. He had bit down on her shoulder in order to conceal the groans that left him, although it likely didn’t do much.
His teeth released their grip on her when the afterglow started, and words ran from his mouth before he could stop them. Not that he knew what he was saying anyway he was so out of it.
He felt Yor stiffen a bit.
“What?” she questioned once she had left her daze.
“What?” he asked back.
“You…what?”
“What are you talking about?”
“ Loid.”
“What, Yor?” He was becoming concerned at this point.
“ You love me ?”
It took a moment before he realized what she was asking, to realize the words that had involuntarily left his mouth, to realize that that was the feeling he wasn’t placing his tongue on earlier.
Love.
That wasn’t sex. That was making love.
That was why it felt different.
That was why it felt meaningful.
He stayed silent, heart beating loudly enough it took over the sense.
Until he heard it again.
A fucking giggle.
“I’ll take that as a yes. I love you too,” she returned.
All Twilight - Loid - could do at that moment was let out his own snicker, arms tightening around her in a hug. “ What you fucking do to me, Yor."