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You slowly blinked, trying to get used to the sunlight coming from the window and warming your skin, as you tried to figure out why you had startled awake. Your hand unconsciously reached out to the other side of the bed, only to be met with cotton sheets instead of the warm body you so longed for.
You let out a sigh, trying your best not to let the empty side of the bed ruin your mood. You were so proud of Ethan and so happy for him that the band finally got to go to the US and got to see their dreams come true. But that didn’t make you miss him any less.
A sound coming from downstairs startled you out of your thoughts. You realized that’s what had woken you up before. And then your heart skipped a beat as you remembered. Ethan was home. He had gotten home late last night and had crawled into bed next to you. He had pressed a kiss to the back of your head after enveloping you in his arms and had whispered, “I’m home, amore mio. Sleep now, we’ll catch up in the morning.”
The realization easily replaced the frown on your face with a bright smile. The man you loved was home again.
You would have preferred a lazy day in bed now that you were able to hold Ethan close again. To hear all about his trip while you showered him with kisses. But you had enough experience with jet lag from visiting your family in the US to know it could be a total bitch. Ethan probably had been too wide awake to stay in bed any longer. So you decided to follow his example and make your way downstairs.
You found him rummaging in the kitchen, where he was preparing some tea. English breakfast with a cloud of milk, you guessed by the smell of it. You could see the sugar standing to the side, ready to get dumped into it. The fact that he was making your favorite made your smile grow bigger.
Ethan was standing with his back towards you and hadn’t heard you come down. It gave you a chance to lean against the doorway and take in the view. Because even after a long flight and a short night, the man before you still was a sight for sore eyes.
He had put his hair in a messy bun and forgone putting on a shirt. The muscles of his back flexed as he reached to grab a mug - your favorite that looked like a medieval European guard tower - from the cupboard. The movement caused your breath to hitch in your throat.
Your eyes slowly travelled lower. You took a moment to appreciate the tight cut of his pants and how it accentuated that perfect bum and - “What the hell are you wearing?!”
Ethan tensed slightly at your loud exclamation, clearly not having noticed you yet. He was, however, wearing a big smile as he turned around to face you. “And good morning to you, dolcezza. Don’t you look stunning on this lovely day!”
He abandoned his spot near the stove and walked towards you. His arms easily found their way around your waist. He bent down to press a kiss to your lips, but you were having none of it.
“Don’t try to sweet talk me, Torchio!” You told him as you stepped away from his embrace. You tried to ignore the tingling feeling on your curves where his hands had just been. Instead you focused on the reason for your outburst. “What the hell is this?” You questioned as you pointed at his pants.
A grin spread across Ethan’s lips as he understood what you were talking about. “Oh, these pants? I got them in LA. Damiano insisted they looked” His hands went up to form air quotes around his next two words. “Mighty fine on me. He practically forced me to buy them. You don’t agree with him, amore?” To emphasis his words, he struck a model pose, making sure to stick out his behind in your direction.
“Oh, they do!” You easily agreed. The way his ass was perfectly defined in the suit pants was not lost on you. You let out a shaky breath as you had another look. Yes, you definitely needed to commit this look to memory, for when Ethan was traveling again and you were alone with your thoughts.
A small cough from Ethan brought you back to reality. You glanced up to meet his eyes and were met with a triumphant smirk. God, you were not ready for this. Not this early in the morning. Not when he had just been gone for weeks.
You briefly closed your eyes and shook your head to clear your thoughts and focus again. “They definitely look good on you,” you agreed again. “But darling, what the fuck is that hem? That’s a death trap if I’ve ever seen one. You’ll trip before you’re even out the door. Why didn’t you have them taken in?”
Ethan let out a chuckle when he finally understood what was upsetting you. He gave you a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. “There wasn’t much time. And I knew you could do it for me.”
-X-
“You could do it for me. Of course, my king. I’ll get right to it, sir.” Your voice was heavily laced with sarcasm as you grumbled to yourself. While Ethan had been gone, your mind had imagined several scenarios in which you had been on your knees in front of him, but this had not been one of them. “As if I don’t have anything else to do. When I kept this day free to spend time with you, this was not exactly what I had in mind,” you voiced your frustration out loud.
You could practically feel Ethan’s gaze burn a hole in the top of your head. You could easily imagine the confident smirk on his face right now but you refused to look up to confirm your thought.
Ethan let you work for a while, contently sipping some tea as he was towering over you. You stopped talking after you grabbed a few pins and started sticking them in his pants. It was then that he decided to speak up. “Are you telling me you aren’t enjoying this point of view, amore?”
“What I would enjoy is for you to remember to buy properly hemmed pants,” you informed him while staying focused on the pins in your hands. “But that’s just me of course. I mean, it’s not like I sew for fun anymore, so why not put my skills to good-” The rest of the sentence got caught in your throat as you looked up and realized what exactly your point of view was.
“Oh.” Two letters, one syllable was all the sound you could muster while you stared straight at Ethan’s crotch.
“Let me repeat that. Do you like the view, amore?”
His voice was lower than usual and you could tell he was wearing a smug smirk without even looking up at his face. The realization made you let out a huff, but you couldn’t tear away your gaze from what was right in front of you. “You’re being a dick, Ethan,” you warned him softly.
“Exactly.” Now you could hear the smugness in his voice. “I’m not hearing any complaints from you though.”
When you still refused to look up at him, you could feel Ethan’s hand on your head. He stroked your hair for a moment and you didn’t even try and stop the shiver that ran down your spine from the soft movements.
Then, before you realized what was happening, his hand had grabbed a fistful of your hair. He used it as leverage to slightly pull you head backwards before shoving his crotch forward, only stopping just before he would touch your lips. The action caused your eyes to involuntarily shoot up to meet his. As soon as your eyes met he flashed you a lopsided smile and a suggestive eyebrow raise.
It was a quick movement, but enough to wake up something in you. He was clearly trying to get in your head. Your inner brat was not happy about that realization and decided to step up. He wanted to rile you up? Well two could play that game.
“You should be happy that I haven’t stuck you with a pin yet! I have half a mind to storm off right now. But, since I’m a loving girlfriend who actually cares…” To accompany your words you lifted your hand and slid it slowly over the seem at his crotch.
You felt Ethan’s grip on your hair loosen as soon as you put a bit of pressure. When you looked up at him again, you saw he was biting his lip hard. You shot him an innocent smile, before finishing your sentence. “About your clothes, you get to stand here and watch me on my knees. Focussed on… not you.”
You couldn’t stop a smirk from forming when you noticed that Ethan was the one all flustered now. It stroked your ego that you could get him in that state so easily. “Now stand still,” you told him while going back to your work on his pants.
Ethan did his best to comply to your demand, even though you could feel his leg muscles twitch every now and then. From the corner of your eyes you could see his hands were clenched in tight fists and you could hear his breathing was heavier than usual.
You continued to work in silence, hunched down deep so you could properly see what you were doing. However, every now and then your thoughts would wander to something currently located just above your head. You couldn’t get the image of Ethan’s groin out of your mind.
At one point you were distracted enough by the image that you accidentally pricked Ethan’s ankle with a pin. He hissed in pain. “Watch what you are doing, dolcezza.”
The words and his authoritative tone of sparked another wave of brattiness in you. “Oops. I’m sooo sorry.” You drew out the so on purpose, as if trying to convince him you really were sorry, as you looked up at his face. You gave him your best innocent look through your lashes, lightly biting your lip while doing so.
Ethan’s eyes instantly darkened. Even from your low position you could hear his breathing get even heavier, but he didn’t say anything. It caused you to smirk as you went back to work. You very much enjoyed the effect you were having on him, even though you weren’t sure whether his lack of spoken reaction should worry you or not.
-X-
“There, all done. Now go take these off. Put them in the laundry room, I’ll grab them later to properly finish the border on the sewing machine,” you instructed Ethan not much later.
You didn’t wait for him to respond, but started gathering all the stuff you had used that was now spread out on the floor around you. You heard him walk away as you walked to your crafts room to put everything back in its proper place.
While you organized everything, you contemplated going outside for a bit. You felt like maybe you needed to put some space between Ethan and you for a bit. Being on your knees in front of him had gotten you more riled up than you wanted to admit. And while you knew the man loved you very much, you weren’t sure if he would be able to handle you if you threw yourself at him at this moment. A bit of fresh air would probably do you good. It would help clear your head and maybe cool down the burning desire inside you just a bit.
By the time you had finished putting everything away, you had decided that you would go make yourself a nice cup of tea and go sit out on the balcony for a bit, maybe do some reading. The only problem with that thought was that when you turned around to walk to the kitchen, you realized Ethan had followed you. He was standing in the door way, effectively blocking your way to the hall.
He had listened to you and taken of his pants. He had also forgone putting on another pair. Or a shirt. You couldn’t help but focus on his tight boxers. The view caused you to put a hand against the wall behind you to steady yourself. Yes, a bit of space between Ethan and you would definitely be good now. But one look at his face told you that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.
You knew it would be a losing battle, but stubborn as you were, you could not just give in to your desire to ravish him then and there. You slowly leaned back against the wall completely and tried to keep your voice as level as possible when you asked, “Hi Torchio. Is there anything else I can help you with?” You crossed your arms in front of your chest and did your best to appear unfazed by his appearance.
“Oh, I can think of a few things.” Ethan spoke in a low voice while he slowly walked closer to you.
You had to use all your willpower to not shift your gaze down, but managed to keep staring in Ethan’s eyes at he came closer. You drew in a shaky breath before you questioned, “Care to elaborate on that?”
Ethan didn’t immediately respond, he just continued coming closer, until your bodies were almost touching. Then he put one leg between yours, his thigh gently grazing against your groin. You quietly moaned at the touch. You wanted to let your eyes fall closed, but forced yourself to keep them open. You wanted to commit the look on his face to memory. You wanted to remember the lust that took over when he realized you were not wearing panties underneath your shorts.
You knew he could tell how turned out you were by the dominance he had been displaying all morning. The crotch of your shorts was far beyond damp at this point.
Ethan placed his hands against the wall on either side of your head. Then he confirmed your thought when he bent closer and whispered in your ear, “Oh, clearly you get exactly what I mean by that, you dirty girl.”
The next moment Ethan’s body was finally fully pressed up against yours, effectively trapping your body against the wall, while your lips were trapped in what was quickly becoming a heated kiss. He pulled your bottom lip between his teeth after a while. Even with your eyes closed, you could feel him smile when you let out a loud moan. His tongue quickly lapped over the spot where his teeth has just been before his lips moved to the bottom of your neck, right above your collar bone. The little nibs and laps of his tongue made you want to rub your thighs together, but you were prevented from doing so by Ethan’s leg still in place between yours.
One of his hands was getting lost in your hair while the other slowly started traveling lower over your shirt. He let out an appreciative groan when he grabbed your braless breast and your nipple immediately stood to attention. He gave it a quick pinch before continuing his journey downward.
His fingers were about to dip below the waistband of your shorts when his movements suddenly stopped. You let out a disappointed whimper when his lips left your neck, only to shiver when you felt his hot breath on your ear. “I’m gonna need you to be a good girl for me, think you can do that amore?”
You wanted to answer negatively so badly, just to tease him. But the dark look in Ethan’s eyes convinced you to bite your tongue. Instead, you opted for a simple, “Yes, sir.” You could, however, not help the slightly mocking tone your voice got or the half smile that crept onto your face as you spoke the words.
Your reaction didn’t go unnoticed by Ethan. “Tsk, tsk. I’ve been gone for two weeks and you turned into an even bigger brat than usual? I think I should remind you who sets the rules around here."
Before you had a chance to comment, he had detached his body from yours. He grabbed your wrist and dragged you out of your room. It wasn’t lost on you that you were being pulled into the direction of the bedroom.
What also wasn’t lost on you was Ethan’s cell phone, that lighted up on the living room table just as you passed it. Ethan didn’t stop or acknowledge it, but your glance at it was enough to see a message from Damiano had popped up. You could just make out the words pants, plan and work out. “Wait, you planned for things to go exactly this way, didn’t you?”
Ethan let out a chuckle as he pulled you over the doorstep of your bedroom. “Oh amore, you don’t even know the half of what things I have planned. Let’s just say that it’s a good thing you made no particular plans for the rest of the day. Or tomorrow,” he stated with a devilishly delicious smirk, before closing the bedroom door behind you.