Nokto Being Sleepy And Still Going For The Affection - Tumblr Posts

Your writing is just amazing and I absolutely love your detailed kiss fics, they're truly just such perfection! ❣️

I wonder if you could please do one for Nokto Klein?? Please and thank you! 🙏🏻

A/N: Here you go anon!

Word Count: 441

He is beautiful when he sleeps. He is honestly always beautiful to you, your silver-haired, silver-tongued love, but when he’s sleeping, there is an air of innocence about him that leaves you weak in the knees. His handsome, sharp features are relaxed into a softness that is only visible when his usual current of energy, the one that underlies his waking movements and ignites the spark in his crimson eyes, is at its lowest, at a mere hum instead of a bright stream.

But Nokto possesses a sixth sense when it comes to you, a supernatural knowing of when you are near, whether your gaze is seeking him across a crowded room or running over his sleeping face as tenderly as a caress. First his arm moves, his hand reaching out across the sheets and finding you. Once he has you in his grasp, he pulls you against the sleepy warmth of his body. Those eyes open, red depths already flickering with desire. His voice is still rough with those last, clinging tendrils of sleep and when he says your name, the sound slinks its way through you, slow and beguiling. It is a sensual purr that you feel in the base of your stomach, a provocative murmur that rolls languidly through your veins.

In the space between heartbeats he moves, rolling until he has you underneath him, his body pressed against the length of yours, welcome and thrilling. He lowers his head, moonlight hair falling across the sharp planes of his cheekbones as he whispers against your neck, the column of your throat. Silken words wrap themselves around your skin like ribbons. He binds you with velvet promises, his hands sliding over your forearms, nimble fingers curling around your wrists, arms pinned above your head. His words rain down on you, tiny drops of fire, driving you to the edge of madness. You want to feel that mouth on you, not just the ghost of his breath. You want to swallow each tempting word that drops from his lips like nectar.

You know the man you love. You know how to stop his cruel teasing. Holding that red gaze with yours, unafraid of the heat smoldering in them, you lick your lips, arching your body under his in a way that screams “more”. He may be a tease, but he is helpless in the face of his desire for you. His mouth crashes into yours, hungry and determined to feast. He feels like a draught of cold water to a body that’s burning. You respond eagerly, greedily, drinking in his lips and tongue, drunk on his taste and the wild rollercoaster of his hunger.

You're at the mercy of his masterful mouth, of his adroit touch. And there is nothing else in the world that could please you more.

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