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Honeymoon	By : mayofish Category: Final Fantasy XIV > Het - Male/Female Views: 1549 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Honeymoon
- 1
Yda wouldn't let Papalymo be. Maybe it was revenge for having to wear that damned dress.
It wouldn't have been a problem if she was simply just annoying him — no, it was how she was annoying him. Small, teasing touches. A brush of her fingertips against his neck or maybe a hand that lingers on his thigh a bit too long and all while keeping a perfectly straight face while in front of their guests.
At first, Papalymo had thought he was imagining it as they stood around the table to slice the cake. Yda had reached around him to grab a piece, her hands tracing his tattoo as she did so. He had shuddered and he barely caught the sly smirk she gave him. It all went downhill from there. She would bend down as if to look him in the eyes or tell him something but her lips would brush against the tip of his ear. She would wink at him when he tried to push her away.
The fact that he could see her eyes was evidence enough that she wanted to make this hard on him. She didn't even try to change after the Ceremony and the way her dress clung to her curves in a way he had never seen before nearly drove him crazy. He caught himself staring and she saw it too. They danced after the Ceremony and she made sure that he was watching when she moved her hips, a smirk on the corner of her lips.
It was all bearable, at least mostly, until they sat down for dinner. It wasn't a fancy dinner but it was nice to only be around their fellow Scions as opposed to all the others that had been at the wedding. Yda finished her food before anyone else which wasn't anything new, but as everyone was preoccupied with conversation, she let her hand brush against Papalymo's thigh. He tried to pull his leg away, shooting a glare at her. Yda smirked, her hands curling around his leg and grabbing onto it tightly. Someone asked Papalymo a question — Yda wasn't paying attention enough to hear it. He turned his gaze away from her to engage in conversation. Yda loosened her grip and Papalymo thought she has given up.
Her fingers moved up farther, light and just barely touching the inside of his thigh. His member twitched and his hands tightened against the tablecloth. Yda leaned over, acting like she was going to grab something from his plate. Her teeth grazed the tip of his ear and when his hip jerked, she laughed breathlessly. She leaned back, taking a piece of meat from his plate to eat. Her hand drew lazy circles against the inside of his thigh, her knuckles brushing against his member every so often. Papalymo tried to keep his attention on the conversation but his voice started to shake.
Yda picked at her food some more — stealing the rest of Papalymo's plate since it was clear he wasn't gonna eat anymore and let her thumb find the head of his erection. He jerked his hips and bit is lip but surprisingly kept up conversation. Yda frowned. That wouldn't do. She shifted, wrapping her hand around his cock as best she could through his pants. He exhaled a sharp breath from between his clenched teeth. He looked at Yda from the corner of his eyes. He tried to look angry but instead just looks desperate. Yda loved it. Someone asked if he was okay; he nods quickly, jumping back into the conversation.
She squeezed him at irregular intervals, always when he least expects it, each time earning her a gasp from him. His face was flustered and he take a drink of his wine to cover it — despite the fact he never drank. He couldn't tell if it was her or the wine that made him lightheaded and warm. He wanted her and he had wanted her since the first time he saw her in that dress. His cock throbbed in her hand and she ran her fingertips against the wet spot starting to form on the front of his pants. She let her thumb rub his skin just above the him of his pants and she undid the button carefully. His breath hitched, his vision blurred.
Then, suddenly, her hand was gone. Papalymo missed the feeling and lifted his hips up, biting back a whine. He hated Yda, he loved Yda. Yda leaned over the table and grabbed a bread roll. She ate it painfully slow and looked over, smiling tauntingly at him. Papalymo stood up, fast.
“I'm sorry. I'm very tried after this long day. I'll be retiring for the night,” his voice wobbled but he managed to turn on his heels and leave the room. Yda was shocked at first but then chuckles.
“I'm gonna go get out of this awful dress,” she stood also and waved to the others, following after Papalymo.
She started towards his room but to her surprise, he grabbed her wrist as soon as she came up the stairs towards the rooms. He tugged her down and kissed her so roughly that she could feel her lips bruising.
“Calm down,” she giggled, pulling him back, “Let's get to a bedroom first!”
Papalymo hissed, his hands already finding their way up her dress, “Too far,” he panted and then he pressed their lips together again, this time with teeth and tongue. He pushed her towards the desk and climbs up onto the chair. It was Yda's turn to be flustered now as he shoved her against the desk and pulled up her dress.
“Here? Wait! Everyone is still downstairs!”
“Then you better be quiet,” he mumbled, grinding himself against her. He let his fingers trace the curve of her hips and growled, “I can't believe you wore these boots under your wedding dress...”
Yda chuckled, her breathing heavy and pressed her ass against his hips, “Are you complaining about how I look?”
He doesn't respond right away, instead pulling her panties to the side and rubbing her clit. She hissed and he reached down to undo his pants. She glanced back at him when he doesn't do anything right away.
“You...looked really beautiful today,” he whispered.
Yda almost laughed but he slid a finger inside of her, causing her to gasp. She was already very wet and he had no doubt that all the teasing she was doing to him was getting her worked up too. Papalymo tugged her hips down slightly so that he could push his cock into her. Yda had to bring her hand up to her mouth to stifle her moan as he entered. Papalymo dug his nails into her hips to hold her still, not moving right away just to enjoy the feel of her clenching around him.
“Hurry...” Yda whimpered, pressing her forehead to the cool wood of the desk.
Papalymo pulled out, almost completely, before slamming his hips back against hers. Yda's barely muffles her loud moan in time. He sighed in pleasure, setting a fast pace for his thrusts. Yda tried to meet his thrusts but her legs shook and threatened to give out. Neither of them will last long after the long day of teasing they had. Papalymo bit his lip to hold back the sound of his grunts. His fingers left bruises on her hips and his thrusts are hard enough to make sharp slapping sounds. They nearly forgot that everyone else was still directly below them.
“Yda...” he managed to ground out sharply. She shuddered and his cock jerked inside of her.
“I'm yours, Papalymo,” she whispered suddenly, panting against the desk under her. And that's all it took for him to see stars. He came into her with a strangled groan, his whole body shaking. Yda followed, clenching down around him so hard he thought he may pass out from the pleasure. She continued to quiver and they both stand there, attempting to catch their breath.
Finally, Yda was able to talk again, “So...what are we doing for our honeymoon?”
Papalymo wanted to hit her but instead just pulled out of her, “I, for one, would like to get some sleep now.”
Yda laughed at him, “You really think I'm done with you?”
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