A guestroom with a mattress without any sheets yet, so while he supposes technically it's an option, he is disregarding it. It's not like much of their house is set up fully yet, but at least the living room has a semblance of cozy.
His face melts at the way she looks at him, smile softening even if she calls him the fuck out. "Do I even need to answer that?" It's fine, he can drag himself too. He reaches out for her hand because he wants to hold her hand!! Even if more is on the way eventually. "I want you to know that I am only agreeing to this and have decided on the couch because I love you."
"Cassian," Jyn hums, squeezing his fingers as she is pulled toward him as if by gravity. Her free hand lifts to brush his bicep, fingertips ghosting across his shirt. "First of all, thank you. Second of all--"
She stretches up on her tiptoes to kiss his chin. She loves everything about his overthinking and his agreement and him. Another kiss against his stubble, scraping her teeth against his jaw.
"You like to watch me fall apart, that does it for you and you would never ask for me to return the favor." Her voice drops, low and warm. "So please indulge me, Captain, and let me do that for you, because it does it for me too."
Cassian likes all the little comfortable touches between them. They're so natural now that he doesn't always realize it, but he does now simply because he's so hypersensitive to her touch.
He just huffs out a quiet laugh that's more like a sigh, letting her trail kisses over his face too. It's always weird for him to just accept attention and affection, but Jyn has always... made it easier. He wants her to know that all his reluctance isn't related to her.
"I already agreed to indulge you," he says, his voice just as low as hers as he settles his hands at her waist. "You have always made it easier for me to just let you take care of me like that, even when I am having doubts."
With that she starts fiddling with his pants, getting them undone before she shoves them down, helping him out of them before she shoves him on to the couch. It's lucky that they've already unpacked the blankets and she had already draped the blankets over the couch so everything will stay nice and clean. And comfortable.
She gives him all of five seconds before she coaxes his dick in her mouth with an indulgent moan and goes to fucking town. Jyn loves going down on him on a good day because there is always someone so beautiful and powerful in wrecking him a little, in making him give in to her and relax. Over the years she has gotten Cassian specific blow jobs down to a science, but this one... maybe it is the gap of time, maybe it is the baby sleeping in the other room, maybe David Attenborough really does do it for her.
Either way, her own moans turn plaintive as she brings him to excruciating release, panting when she finally drags her mouth away, cheeks flushed as she looks up at him from her position kneeling on a pillow in front of him.
There's always that tiny, lingering bit of reluctance both before and after he agrees, but Jyn has indeed gotten very good at distracting him sufficiently, at making him feel like it's okay to let go. He's allowed to give himself over to her, and after all these years, he has to admit it has gotten a little easier. The first touch of her lips and he's gone, he surrenders.
He's never particularly noisy or loud, but the grunts and groans come easily under her mouth; by the time Jyn finishes him off on the couch, he lets out his own eager moan that sounds a lot like her name. He turns into jelly and just lays there when she pulls back, though he idly waves his hand out for hers, always wanting at least that tiny bit of connection.
He peers down at her after a moment, breath coming in hard as he offers her the laziest, happiest smile, expression soft and only for her. "I love you. Come here."
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His face melts at the way she looks at him, smile softening even if she calls him the fuck out. "Do I even need to answer that?" It's fine, he can drag himself too. He reaches out for her hand because he wants to hold her hand!! Even if more is on the way eventually. "I want you to know that I am only agreeing to this and have decided on the couch because I love you."
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She stretches up on her tiptoes to kiss his chin. She loves everything about his overthinking and his agreement and him. Another kiss against his stubble, scraping her teeth against his jaw.
"You like to watch me fall apart, that does it for you and you would never ask for me to return the favor." Her voice drops, low and warm. "So please indulge me, Captain, and let me do that for you, because it does it for me too."
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He just huffs out a quiet laugh that's more like a sigh, letting her trail kisses over his face too. It's always weird for him to just accept attention and affection, but Jyn has always... made it easier. He wants her to know that all his reluctance isn't related to her.
"I already agreed to indulge you," he says, his voice just as low as hers as he settles his hands at her waist. "You have always made it easier for me to just let you take care of me like that, even when I am having doubts."
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With that she starts fiddling with his pants, getting them undone before she shoves them down, helping him out of them before she shoves him on to the couch. It's lucky that they've already unpacked the blankets and she had already draped the blankets over the couch so everything will stay nice and clean. And comfortable.
She gives him all of five seconds before she coaxes his dick in her mouth with an indulgent moan and goes to fucking town. Jyn loves going down on him on a good day because there is always someone so beautiful and powerful in wrecking him a little, in making him give in to her and relax. Over the years she has gotten Cassian specific blow jobs down to a science, but this one... maybe it is the gap of time, maybe it is the baby sleeping in the other room, maybe David Attenborough really does do it for her.
Either way, her own moans turn plaintive as she brings him to excruciating release, panting when she finally drags her mouth away, cheeks flushed as she looks up at him from her position kneeling on a pillow in front of him.
"Good?"
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He's never particularly noisy or loud, but the grunts and groans come easily under her mouth; by the time Jyn finishes him off on the couch, he lets out his own eager moan that sounds a lot like her name. He turns into jelly and just lays there when she pulls back, though he idly waves his hand out for hers, always wanting at least that tiny bit of connection.
He peers down at her after a moment, breath coming in hard as he offers her the laziest, happiest smile, expression soft and only for her. "I love you. Come here."
Yes, it was good, his girlfriend is the best.