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“I’m.. unsure. Are you certain this is okay?” Captain Spaceboy pulled back, licking the jelly off of his teeth. It still tasted like strawberry, but not as overwhelmingly sweet. It was almost more natural. He wanted to keep biting. Without thinking, he lifted his knee up higher, rubbing between her legs.
Imperfectheart only hummed in response at first, no longer having her head tilted to the side. “It… it’s okay. It feels good.” She held the edges of his cape a little tighter, trying to pull him back in. “Keep going.” Her hair was down, slightly bunched against the wall behind her. “You’re doing great.”
Those words made his heart melt (or, at least what was left of it. But he didn’t want to think of that right now). A few nice words was all it took to make him feel like collapsing.
“Really?” He muttered in between leaving kisses on her neck, before biting once more.
Honestly, he was just glad they weren’t in the whale anymore. He had wandered in there after paying an annoyingly-hefty fine, simply because it was a place he had yet to explore. Running into clones of his former wife was… unsettling… but the one who spoke in polite words seemed the least dangerous of the three (well, he had been told there were three, but all he found was a pink stain on the floor and a mess of bolts. He wasn’t going to be the one to break the news to those witches, and there was no way he was going to look for the rest of the remains). Either way, the whale was creepy. There were eyes everywhere. It took some convincing, but he managed to ask something Imperfectheart to come with him to eat. The bar inside of the Last Resort did not feel like the best choice, but the Mustard Sub did not feel appropriate.
Yeah, okay, sure, Imperfectheart’s manner of dressing was far less flashy than Sweetheart– but he didn’t want to disappoint her with getting pizza! Unless she liked pizza and diners… he’d ask later. Besides, what if they did like similar things? What if she hated it? What if she hated him, and—
For now, he tried to focus on the present. The Last Resort somewhat sucked, and his father was there too– like hell he was getting caught with a clone of his ex-wife by his dad. So, he made an excuse, and they took his ship back to Otherworld.
Imperfecteart furrowed her brow, and gently tapped his cheek. He had been sucking at the same spot on her neck for almost a minute now. “Spaceboy? Are you alright? You appear.. Erm.. distracted. You are not thinking of Sweepheart, are you?”
“Who?” He pulled back once more, looking into her eyes in confusion.
“...Ah, nothing.” She gave him a kiss on the nose, giggling at the flustered noise he made. “Carry on.”
Captain Spaceboy nodded, and briefly kissed her on the lips. He moved his hands down to Imperfectheart’s waist, then picked her up. He gently placed her down on his mattress, and resumed kissing her, leaning over her.
“‘Heart…”
He felt a light tug on his hair after he spoke, nowhere near enough to hurt. He had to pull back again. “...May I keep going?” The Captain just barely on the belt Imperfectheart wore over her dress. After receiving a nod, he undid the belt, and then the two buttons at the straps of her dress.
While Spaceboy lowered the dress, Imperfectheart placed her back on the mattress to prop herself up. She allowed Spaceboy to remove the dress, and watched as he placed it on his nightstand. She went ahead and began removing Spaceboy’s cape while he undid the buttons on her blouse.
He could feel his face burning up as Imperfectheart unzipped his jacket. His hands got a little shaky as he finished undoing the buttons on her shirt, and pulled the fabric apart.
“Y-You’re so pretty…” Spaceboy took Imperfectheart’s blouse off of her, setting it aside with her dress. He couldn’t focus on anything else, he just wanted to please her.
“Captain—“ Imperfectheart’s breath caught in her throat. She dug her nails into his back, leaving light scratches.
Spaceboy went still, then stopped biting her neck. “W-what is it? Too slow? I-I can speed up-“
“No.” She gently pulled his hair, her voice breathy. “You.. y-you were doing so well.. gods.. k-keep going, please..”
Spaceboy tensed, his eyes widening a little. “Really?”
He couldn’t feel anything, it wasn’t like the harness was actually part of him. Even still, the words were enough to make him feel weak. He kept a hand under one of knees, his other arm keeping him propped up. He thrusted back in slowly to hear the whine again. “I-I was.. doing well?” Despite the constant checking in, he still worried about maybe being too rough.
Being told he was doing good was almost enough to make him forget it, though. In normal circumstances, his heart would be beating out of his chest.
Imperfectheart made a soft sound of confusion when she felt Spaceboy stop again, about to ask about it before being cut off by a gasp. Her legs were placed over the captain’s shoulders, and she felt a pillow be settled just under her hips. She didn’t ask anything at all.
“Y-You..”
It took just a couple seconds for Spaceboy to stop zoning out, and begin moving again. It felt easier to pick up a bit of speed, almost smoother now. He could feel himself growing wet listening to Imperfectheart’s moans.
“I’m doing good, r-right? Tell me I’m doing good—“
He whimpered as his hair got pulled, though it still didn’t hurt. Spaceboy moaned a little at the feeling, nuzzling his cheek against the inner side of one of Imperfectheart’s knees.
“Please..” He let out an almost pitiful whine, his eyes beginning to water. He lowered his left hand, gently feeling around until he felt her clit. “Y-you.. you’re so pretty.. you’re s-so nice, please..”
Focusing on talking wasn’t exactly Imperfectheart’s priority. She began to whine as well, the sound getting shaky when she felt the touch on her clit.
“Like- a-ah! That, l-like that! Keep going— you’re- gods, please, Spaceboy..”
Her mind was starting to feel fuzzy. Her back arched as she felt Spaceboy squeeze her breast, only for his hand to go up higher. She nuzzled into the touch on her cheek. “Mhh.. h-hah.. S-Space.. I’m-“
Captain Spaceboy did his best to keep the same pace, but his chest felt tight. The coil he could feel in his core was absolutely not helping. He groaned weakly, his face burning up. “Close..? W-want me to keep going like this? It.. I-I’m being good, you.. you’re so talkative.. y-you’re.. so perfect..”
He wiped away one of Perfectheart’s tears, and with his other hand, rubbed his thumb against her clit in a soft, circular motion. He then leaned down to kiss her, quickly moving her legs back down to around his waist while doing so.
Perfectheart was trembling in his arms, scratching harder at his back. She moaned weakly into the kiss, the sound shaky. “Ah.. a-ah.. Capt..” The scratching stopped. Her hands felt weak. She tried to keep holding onto him.
“I-I got you.” Spaceboy hugged her tightly, kissing her neck. He was still burning up, having difficulty focusing with how he was clenching around nothing. “I.. I-I’m right here, m.. m-my queen..” He continued to gently rock his hips for another minute, before stopping entirely. He began pressing soft kisses all over Perfectheart’s face before beginning to pull out. “I.. um..”
He felt so hot. Everything was too warm, and he tried to blink the tears away before she noticed. That didn’t exactly go to plan.
When Spaceboy tried getting up, Perfectheart tugged him back down, hugging him. She was still catching her breath as she kissed the side of his head. “You.. you did s-so well, Capt..”
She had enough sense left to try to take the harness off of him, though her fingers felt almost numb. Spaceboy removed the item himself after giving a weak chuckle.
“I-I did?” He thought he could finish just from hearing back. He whimpered as Perfectheart managed to slip one of her legs between his own, her knee pressing against his entrance. If possible, his face got even more red, knowing she felt how wet he still was.
“You.. did..” She haphazardly reached for the small box sitting at the edge of the bed, feeling around the inside until she grabbed what felt like a toy. “Y-You were such a good boy for me..”
“Hhn..? Gnh—” Spaceboy could only whine as the small dildo was rubbed against his folds. “P-Perfectheart..”
“Shh..” Perfectheart kissed him, then gently pushed the toy inside. She kept a grip on the base as she moved it back out then in. Her mind was still hazy, but might as well make sure they both got to finish. “T-This sensitive already..?” She kissed Spaceboy as he whined.
He kept squirming, trying to buck his hips against her hand. “M-my—“
Perfectheart pressed her thumb to his clit, keeping a moderate pressure against it. “You c-can take it.. you’re so strong, you can handle it.. I-I’m so proud of you..”
It just felt like he needed to hear that.
A sob tore itself from Spaceboy’s throat. The captain clung onto her, trembling. “My— a-ah, please, m-my queen, please I-!”
He almost yelled as he came, his body locking up. Moments later, the soft crying started back up. He held Perfectheart even tighter, trembling.
“M-my.. my love.. I-i..”
“Shh..” Perfectheart removed the toy, tossing it aside. She hugged the captain close, wanting to cuddle him now.
“It’s okay.. you did great..”
“You-“ Spaceboy tried talking through the sniffling, burying his face in her hair. “I-I love you so much.. I.. hhn.. I’m.. I should’ve.. I should’ve been t-takin’ care of you..”
Perfectheart kissed his cheek. “Can we just cuddle for now..?” It felt a little easier to breathe as she got to relax. She didn’t feel overwhelmed, nor unsatisfied. This felt.. nice.
“..okay.” Spaceboy’s voice cracked, and he nuzzled more into her. “..you’re too nice to me..”
This was okay. They could worry about cleaning up later. For now, he just wanted to sleep.