Breakfast in Bed (Shota)

Shota/Els
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Elly thrashed about on the bed, her ears and hair a messy tangle on the pillows. The covers below her tented up in a large, moving lump. She had woken up to an attack and she wasn't quite sure what had instigated it. Still dazed and partially asleep, she reacted without thought, crying out and grasping at the form under the sheets.

There was no reason for what was happening. Aizawa had simply gotten up earlier than her and decided to give her a treat. He ducked under the sheets and tickled her thighs until she spread her legs apart, then lifted her nightshirt. The light burn of his unshaven face caused her to mumble sleepily but his tongue was what woke her. He nuzzled himself between her legs and began eating her out like he never had before. There was no teasing this time; he was rough and eager, licking and thrusting deep when she jerked or groaned. He prided himself on pleasuring her and felt a thrill when he saw how much lubricant her body was producing. Mixed with his saliva it would have been dripping everywhere but he licked and swallowed without hesitation. When she took him in her mouth she didn't have a choice if he came quickly, though he always tried to warn her. It was only fair that he did the same for her out of love and respect. And passion, of course. He moaned a little himself as she started to call his name.

"Hold on, my queen." His mouth closed now and then as if he were really eating, slurping and smacking his lips greedily when he heard how it affected her. 

"<i>Oh my god Shota what are you doing to me?!</i>"

Aizawa chuckled to himself but didn't answer. Instead, he decided that he would try a technique his friend had suggested the other day. He swiped a few hot licks over and around her swollen clitorus, then framed it carefully with his lips. He closed his eyes and hummed softly. Her wild cries of pleasure were worth it and he altered his pitch and speed until she was screaming on every exhale. 

It didn't take long after that. He kissed her throbbing sex gently, lapping softer and softer as she wound down. When she collapsed in a boneless heap he slithered backwards and exited the bed from the end. He heard Elly's rough breathing as she struggled to calm herself and grinned. She didn't even look up when he left for a quick trip to the bathroom. 

He assumed - correctly -- it was because she just couldn't move just yet.