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You were sitting on a love-seat in John's lab, reading aloud to him about different ways to make/flavor coffees. He was currently trying to make a pumpkin spice type, a rack of vials full of pumpkin seeds, zests, and pulp. He had other machines pressing each of them to extract the liquid. Other bottles were being held over a fire, the black coffee inside of them bubbling with anticipation to be mixed with the pumpkin mixtures.
"...Love, you were supposed to crush the cinnamon and zest and mix it with the coffee before hand, not after you put half-and-half in.."
"Oh, to hell with it all. I hate everything. Why won't it just work like it's.. supposed to!"
"You.. You keep messing up the steps.. But you know, I find that you can get things right if you sleep on it, or do something else, it gives your brain a break and then you do it much better next time!"
"You're kidding. You say that as if I have anything else I can do at the moment that isn't perfecting this coffee."
"..Surely I'm an option..?"
After a long pause, he finally replied.
"...Fine. I suppose I can rid myself of my problems for now, if it means you can help take a load or two of stress off my shoulders." Our beloved John removed his coat, unbuttoning his shirt (but leaving it on) and leaning down to kiss you.
He placed a hand under your chin, your mouth hanging slightly open as the angle changed. Using this opportunity to, he let his tongue enter your mouth and give you a taste of the coffee he had been stressing about all day. Once your lips parted, you noticed his tongue roll out as a ball of saliva slid down, dripping from his mouth into yours.
When he was sure you had swallowed it, he picked you up from under your legs and went to bring you a room for you two to indulge in the mutually desired sexual activity.
His feet slid across the chocolate-looking floor, your lips forming purple spots along his bare skin as he carried you down the long hallway. The temptation growing inside you was nearly salivating, drool dripping from your tongue as it swirled around each spot you made on him.
John came to a stop, shifting you so you were sitting on his leg so he could use his now free hand to open the door.
The room he revealed when done was fully furnished to the top, the color scheme consisting of dark browns and blacks as the man himself looked daily. It was as if the room was made as a spot for him to camouflage with.
He stood at the foot of the bed, tossing you on to it before crawling on next and hovering over you.
"Ah, dear.. How much I love you, never enough to be put in to words."
John assisted in removing your shirt, following with your pants and any other accessory you had on.
Once you were left in just your undergarments, he laid closer to you and pressed his lips gently on your stomach. He kissed you softly, marking the spot where he would immediately bite down and suck on to form a purple spot. He continued to do so, trailing all the way down and stopping at your thighs.
John blew on your clit gently, earning a quiet mewl from you in response. Just as he was about to remove your underwear, though, you grabbed his hand.
"Please, love.. Turn around, I'd love to make my pleasure mutual.."
You mumbled, hoping your idea went across to him. You studied the way his eyes drooped even more than usual, before watching him get up and remove all of his clothing. He very obviously did understand what you were asking to do, being that he got on the bed and swung one of his legs over you so that his bare cock was hanging right over your face.
"Are you ready, dear?" He asked, his fingers playing with the hem of your underwear.
"Y- yes." You replied, the cold air reaching your pussy as John removed the pair of underwear you had on and lowering himself onto you.
His mouth immediately suctioned to your clit, his other end dropping down and reaching all the way down your throat. Your mouth flew open, partly because of your gag reflux and also because of the way he ate you. You held his thighs, keeping him in a position where it was a little more comfortable for you to try and take the entirety of him.
John's tongue circled around your clit, taking care of you with the desire for you to reach your orgasm with his care. As you both gave each other head, your moans grew increasingly louder, a gurgly noise coming with it as you basically deepthroated your boyfriend.
All the vibrations coming from your throat closed around John's cock, sending a current of pleasure up his shaft and through the rest of his body. He let out a moan, being completely unashamed of showing his lover how good she was to him.
You two proceeded to eat each other when John's teeth closed gently around your clitoris, pushing you over the edge and causing you to orgasm. As you moaned and cried over John's talent, he as well reached his end and sent his first round of semen down your throat.
Once you two were settled down to an extent, he got up and finally turned to face you.
"I love you so much, my dear. Do tell me when you are ready." He said, planting kisses on your forehead.
You gave him a soft nod, and as soon as he saw he collected saliva with his fingers and rubbed it on himself, then finally went inside of you and started to move. His hands slipped under you, lifting you up just a couple inches over the bed. You whined, holding onto his shoulders to support yourself as your rolled your hips into him.
You decided to occupy yourself by suctioning your lips to john's collarbone, kidding and sucking on him until you could nearly call him grape cookie. He on the other hand grabbed your chin rather harshly, his tongue entering your mouth and curling around your own. The room was full of the sound of your lips smacking, your lower halves smacking, and your loud/repetitive moans. You were nearly positive that the entirety of the kingdom could hear you.
John continued to fuck you, though his speed picked up and he started to slam himself into you more. You could feel the heat rolling in, your hips digging in as far as possible each time you made contact. You couldn't help but drag your nails across the bsck of his shoulderblade, the pleasure building up and the stiffening of your body causing you to do so.
Your boyfriend whispered soft praises in your ear, all the sensations around you bringing heat to your hips and below. John's hand slowly went to your clit, rubbing on it vigorously as he could tell you were close by the way your insides closed in him tightly. Your moans became louder and more frequent, until it came to be enough and you came on John's cock. He continued to rub on your now sensitive bud as he pulled out, and relieved himself on your stomach.
You ran your fingers through his hair, your pussy still pulsing as you caught your breath. You were so ready to get cleaned up and go to sleep with John, but then you noticed him gasp and clean you up at mass speeds before he jumped up and put the closest pair of pants he saw on him.
"I think I've figured it out now. I'm sorry and I love you, but I need to do it." He said, speedwalking out of the room.
"Boy, why can't you ever just take a nap?!"