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Keys jingling and a door unlocking was what made you look up from your book. It wasn’t a very interesting book anyways. A sigh came from the kitchen making you glance at the clock sitting on the wall. It was late. You set the book down on the coffee table in front of you as you hear heavy footsteps get closer.
When Hugh walked into the room and saw you he smiled. It was a lazy smile that didn’t quite meet his tired eyes. You smile back at him. A way to tell him welcome home. He took the spot on the couch next to you, casting an arm around your shoulder and bringing you closer to his chest.
“I take it that it’s been a long day?” You ask looking up at him. He sighs once again,
“Yeah, reshooting the same scene over and over for hours isn’t very fun,” you put your arms around him, wrapping him in a warm embrace. “I’m getting too old for this.” You shook your head against his body,
“No, anyone would be exhausted having to deal with the idiots you deal with all day.” You decide to lay back, pulling him down towards you. The large couch accommodates nicely to the both of you.
“They aren’t idiots.” He huffs, and sighs of relief as you reach your fingers through his hair. Stroking and soothing him just the way you know he likes.
“Mm I suppose not.” You mumble. The two of you stay like that for a beat. Petting through his hair and massaging his head. You lower your hand down a bit to his neck next. Rubbing at the tight knots you can feel have formed. He hums at the first contact, but as you work through those tough knots he grunts as pain turns to relief and pleasure.
Hugh turns his head to face yours. Your eyes meet before he dips down to place a sweet kiss on your lips. Nothing new, nothing special, but still loving all the same. He peppers a couple more kisses on your lips because moving down your jaw. Placing pecks until he gets down to the base of your neck. You lean over a bit to give him better access, he lays soft kisses on your neck and you can feel the rough stubble on his chin scratch at your neck in all the right ways.
You move your hand at the back of his neck back up into his hair. Softly tugging at his hair you guide him to look back up at you. You look between his tired hazel eyes, then your eyes travel down to his lips. His mouth gapes open a bit. A silent invitation.
You lean down to press your lips against his. They’re warm and wet. You open yours, desperate to get closer to him in ways other people don’t get. You hum in delight at the taste of his tongue. RedBull still lingering in the depths of his mouth. With your hand still grasping at the back of his head, you somehow push him closer than he was before.
When you finally pull away, you linger only a couple inches from his face. Far enough just to look at him. His hair was sticking up in odd ways, his mouth was glistening with saliva, his tired eyes were slightly dilated. He looked adorable. He looked… delectable. Hugh reached forward, grasping at the bottom hem of your shirt, but stopped as you rested your hand on his. Your hand lowered down to his waist.
“Let me take care of you, it’s been a long day.” You said. He shook his head with a smile.
“Darlin’ I can..”
“Please Hugh,” You interjected with a pleading look, ”let me make you feel good.” He nodded his head slowly in defeat as you pushed yourself off the couch and onto the ground. Hugh sits up on the couch, knees slightly spreading. You rest your hands on his thighs squeezing them a little.
You shift your hands up further softly brushing past his growing bulge that’s become noticeable through the jeans. You hear Hugh’s small intake of breath before your fingers find the metallic buckle of his belt and you undo it hastily yanking at it to release it from the belt loops.
You throw the belt to the side of the couch and when you look back you see Hugh standing, already undoing the button and zipper of his jeans. When he pulls off the constricting fabric he sits back down on the couch. Just the thin cotton of his boxer briefs separating you from what you really want.
You can see the small and growing spot of precum already leaking through. Your mouth drools at the thought of it being in your mouth. Before thinking you lean forward and lick a stripe over the outline of his cock lingering a little longer on the top where the precum was. Hugh let’s out a small “fuck” as he slightly bucks his hips closer to you. You hum a little at the taste of slight saltiness and lean back.
Hugh’s eyes were already hooded with his pupils more dilated. Lust written on his face. Lust for you. It makes you delighted. You reach forward, grasping the hem of his briefs and pull them down and off his legs. You set the boxers down next to the belt you discarded.
His cock is half hard already. It twitches a bit at the contrast of the cold air. The thick veins across the skin makes you shiver. You sit up a little more straight and grab the base of his cock as you kitten lick his tip, looking up at Hugh to gauge a reaction. His eyes flutter shut with an intake of breath. You smile and then in an instant you close your mouth around the head of his cock slowly lowering down until you physically can’t. Hugh jumps a little at the sudden increase in pleasure before letting out a delicious groan.
You can taste the musky sweat from his long day on your tongue and nothing could ever taste better in that moment. You begin to bob back up to his tip before plummeting back down as far as you can take it. Your gaze shoots up at Hugh when he lets out a more audible moan and throws his head back.
“Fuck..” he breathes, “that’s my good girl.” His rough yet gentle fingers find their way to the back of your head and tangle in your hair urging you on. When you pull back to his tip and swirl your tongue around the underside of his head his hips buck up. Slamming himself back into your throat.
“Shit.” He pulls out of your mouth completely and you let out a little cough, “ you okay?” He asks, fingers massaging the base of your neck. You take a second to catch your breath again before leaning forward to be a single centimeter away from his cock. Warm air hot on his tip.
“Never been better,” you purr as you look up at him with a pleading look, “fuck my mouth?” He grunts and then the gentle fingers on your neck turn a bit more sturdy.
He pushes you back onto his cock with no hesitation, hips bucking up so meet halfway. His cock hits the flesh at the back of your throat causing you to gag just a bit before he’s pulling out and slamming back into your mouth. With no control of your mouth anymore you can feel the drool start to drip out of the corners of your mouth and pool down your neck. The saliva is warm against the cool of your skin and makes you shiver.
Hugh quickens the pace of his rhythmic thrusts and you swallow down every bit given. Your nose pressing and tickling against the hairs on his pelvis. You can feel the sting from your eyes turn to tears that fall down your cheeks mixing with the drool from your mouth. Lack of oxygen causes you to go dizzy in the most arousing way possible.
Hugh tightens the grasp on your hair forcing you to let out a gargled moan around the base of his cock that shoots chills down Hugh’s body. A chorus of “that’s it” and “good girl” rattle from his mouth and the thrusts in and out of your mouth become more sloppy.
“I-I’m gonna cum,” he pants, he releases his grab on your hair and tries to push you off his cock but you swat his hand away. Instead, you bury yourself deep on his cock, tears cascading down your cheeks as you let off moans of vibrations. Hugh’s hand flys back to your head, hips bucking up as he forces your mouth to stay put.
He throws his head back with one last loud groan before spilling himself down your throat. Like a good girl you swallow as much as you can. A stray drop spilling out of the corner of your lips mixing with the saliva.
You pull off his cock with a ‘pop’ and lick your lips. Eagerly licking up that stray droplet. The both of you breathe hard as you catch your breath. Your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest as you sag and melt down onto the floor. Hugh, the man he is, regains his composure first. He grabs his briefs and pulls them back on before grabbing your arm and pulling you onto the couch to lay with him.
“Did I do good?” you ask, voice barely audible through the raspiness.
“Better than I could have ever imagined,” he reassures, you nuzzle into his chest closer, “just what I needed. Thank you darling.” He leans forward brushing the hair stuck with sweat from your forehead and places a kiss on your skin. Your breathes even out in a synchronized pattern and you make a content hum before falling asleep.