He tried to speak, but I cut him off with a finger to his lips. “The good in you fucking leaks from your skin. The calm in you calms the panic in me. Hold on.” I leaned to the side, grabbing a stray brush and a bottle of paint from the coffee table.
“W-what are you doing?” He almost didn’t get all the words out. They broke at the end, wobbling as tears started to spill over and down his cheek.
I dipped my brush in the paint, careful to not let any drip, and then I painted my palms, coating my skin.
The brush clattered onto the coffee table, probably throwing some splatters over it. I didn’t think Crescent would care much, though. “When you hold me in these arms...” I spread my hands all along his arms, starting from his wrists, up to his bicep. “Nothing matters as long as I’m in them. When I’m lying on this chest...” I started in the middle, drawing outward until he was covered. “I can hear your heartbeat, and my own can follow your rhythm. When I look at this face…” I put a small dot on his nose. “I can feel the entire world fade into the background. All I can see is you. My crescent moon. The love of my life.”
He was covered in forest green, the same color as his aura. The very outline of him and his soul. He reached up, holding my face, just as I had held his moments ago. “All I want is to be your safe space, Sunshine. My ray of sun. My angel. The love of my life. My best friend first, and my everything and more from now on. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. All I’ve ever needed.”
“Youaremy safe space.” It wasn’t enough. Seeing the paint on his skin, sitting on top of him like this, looking into his eyes—it still wasn’t enough. My heart craved more. My skin wasn’t tingling with the need to feel him anymore.
It was tingling with the need to beinsidehim.
Staring down at him, I moved my gaze between his eyes. “I want to stain our sheets green.”
We inched closer until our noses were almost touching. His breath wafted against my lips, the heat sinking beneath my skin, warming me from the outside in. “Do you?”
“Yeah.” It was breathless, barely a single word as I closed the distance, tasting him once again. If I could devour him whole, I would’ve.
We rocked against each other, the world around us be damned. I wanted to get us up and to the bed, but I was so focused on taking him in, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I couldn’t part from him. When my hips moved forward, he’d press his against me, guiding us into a whirlwind of bliss.
“Sunshine, baby.” He panted into my mouth, making me stop.
“What is it? Are you okay?”
One hand ran through my hair, brushing down the back of my head. He smiled at me, nodding. “Yeah, of course. We just haven’t moved to the bed yet.”
“Yeah, I know. Come on.” I stood up off him, grabbing his hand to help lift him from the couch. Taking one lastlook around the room, I picked up the paint and the paintbrush. Just in case.
Crescent went first, walking in front of me down the hallway. I watched his ass as he went, cataloging every bounce and jiggle, burning it into my mind for later. It was a miracle we made it to the bedroom at all.
The moment he lay on his back, parts of his body marked by my hands, surrounded by the fresh, white sheets, I knew. I knew this was exactly how it was meant to be. My entire life, this is what I’d been missing. Crescent before me, waiting to be worshipped.
And worshipped he would be.
He’d pulled the blankets off, letting them fall to the floor so they wouldn’t get too dirty. I kneeled on the mattress, feeling it dip below me as I moved between his spread legs. Once I was close enough, his hands moved up my sides, pulling my shirt with them, exposing my body. I helped him pull it all the way off, dropping it to join the blankets.
“Pants?” he’d asked.
“Want me to pull my briefs off, too, while I’m at it?”
He winked at me, rubbing along my sides and stomach. “Yeah, just while you’re at it.”
It wasn’t a difficult ask. I’d have done anything for Crescent in that moment. Pulling the paint and brush out of my sweatpants pocket, I let them roll onto the mattress beside us as I shimmied out of my pants and briefs.
Being naked in front of him—with him—didn’t scare me as much as I thought it would’ve. He’d seen me before, but this was different. So different, yet so fucking right it bordered on confusing. There was a flush on his cheeks, his eyes wide open with love and lust swimming in his irises. His hair was fanned out around him amongst our pillows.His body was relaxed and open to me, waiting for my next move.
I dipped my brush into more paint before coating my hands again. The layer that was already on them had dried enough to be uncomfortable.
Then I leaned down, kissing the side of Crescent’s neck with my hands caressing up and down his upper thighs. Covering him in my love in the form of green paint.
With a soft moan, he tilted his head to the side, giving me access to every inch of skin there. It was fucking heaven. His hips were lifted, our cocks grinding against each other as I made my way down, curving around the places I’d already painted.
I shifted down the further I got along his body, reaching the patch of hair leading to his cock. Running the tip of my tongue along it, I didn’t stop until I’d reached the base of him, taking my time to swirl around it. His moans turned to whimpers as I licked my way up, taking the tip into my mouth. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him in deeper and deeper.
His hands moved to the back of my head, holding me there as I relaxed my throat. I took him in, and didn’t stop until my nose was pressed right into the coarse hair at his base, just like I’d imagined earlier. Inhaling through my nose, I looked up at him, in awe of what I saw. Moving back up, I didn’t dare look away. Seeing his head thrown back, his Adam’s apple protruding along with the veins of his neck, had me damn near desperate.
There was a hunger deep in my gut. A need growing in my heart. I popped off his cock, licking down to his balls, licking a path straight to his taint. I hovered there, waiting in case there was a change in him. A tightening of his muscles. A flinch. A change in the grip of his hands on my head.
