"What are you doing?" I asked into the next kiss, tangling my fingers in his hair.
"Undressing you," Llewellyn said. "Isn't it obvious?"
…Uh. In the middle of the street?!
I mean, damn.
"There's no one here," Llewellyn added after a moment, trailing kisses down my throat.
I swallowed.
I knew that. I'd been thinking about it, too.
"Do you have mind-reading skills or something?"
Llewellyn snorted.
"I don't," he said, mouthing at my throat, dumping my coat onto the large public mailbox next to us. "Shame you're not tied up this time."
"…"
Was he trying to break my brain?!
"That's… easily remedied," I gasped.
Llewellyn pulled me forward slightly, took my sweatshirt off in one swift move, dumping that on the mailbox too, and pressed me flush against the lamppost again.
"Thought you might say that," he said, kissing me.
I let out a noise.
"What gave it away?"
"Your reactions on the pirate ships mostly," he said, sliding a thigh between my legs, pressing in. Oh. Fuck. "And whenever I go for your clothes. Like in the temple. Or now."
Well, yeah. I wanted them off.
"Your reactions weren't any subtler."
Llewellyn nipped at my earlobe. "I know." Then, after a moment, "Stop me if I do anything you don't like."
He reached for my trousers, pulled everything off, and pushed me back against the lamppost, kissing me again as he held me in place, hands on bare skin.
...Yeah, no, I liked this very much.
His hand wandered down, closing around me, and I thought I was going to lose my mind.
My breath shuddered out of me. I tangled my hand in Llewellyn's hair again, deepening the kiss.
After a few moments, Llewellyn released me, which made me whine into his mouth, and slid a knee between my legs, pressing his thigh against me.
Then he brought his hand up in front of my mouth and said, "Lick."
"…"
I think my brain stopped working entirely.
I leaned in and mouthed my way over his palm, trying not to keel over for how turned on I was.
When Llewellyn was satisfied, he pressed me back against the cold metal of the lamppost, hand finding its way down and closing around me again, and he ducked his head to lick at my throat.
I was on fire. The night air, however, wasn't cold at all, just fresh due to the breeze coming from the sea. Mixed with the sweet scent of food coming from the shops around us, it made the place feel lived in, like someone could come out and catch us like this any moment.
I shuddered.
I should do something here too.
I went for Llewellyn's trousers, unbuttoned them frantically, then moved his hand away and pulled him closer so we could press against each other with nothing in the way. We both gasped.
I looked down and— Uh.
"..."
Let's just say that the sword discourse people saying that Llewellyn was "compensating for something" couldn't have been more wrong.
I wanted to use my mouth, but I'd be damned if I moved away now. I was too worked up.
Llewellyn rolled his hips and I reached for the nape of his neck, pulling him into another heated kiss.
The friction was making me dizzy.
"You're—" I started, but he cut me off with another kiss, deeper this time, teeth catching my bottom lip. His hands were on my hips, mine tangled in his hair, both breathing hard against each other's mouths.
"Don't stop," I managed between breaths, holding onto his shoulder for dear life.
Llewellyn's fingers closed around us both.
I moaned.
My head fell back against the lamppost. He took full advantage, his mouth on my throat again, teeth grazing skin.
I was dying. I couldn't think straight.
I pulled his head back up.
"..."
I came with his mouth on mine. Llewellyn followed right after, breathing ragged, gasping into my mouth.
...Damn.
I kissed him languidly, the only sound our harsh breathing.
Also, uh… looked like I'd ruined his clothes.
…That shouldn't have been so hot.
"I was going to take you to dinner," Llewellyn said.
I snorted. Though… Wait, was that supposed to be a date?! Was that why he'd been so weird about it?
"Dinner is overrated," I said between kisses.
"Mhh." Llewellyn looked amused, which unfortunately did things to me. "You like this more, then?"
What a question.
"Letting you undress me? In the middle of a street, no less?" I said, nipping at his lower lip. "Yeah."
I found his tongue again.
"Though I like having dinner with you," I said after a moment, in case he misunderstood. My face was already on fire so… not much to hide here. "We could have dinner anytime."
"Mmh," Llewellyn said. "We could skip to dessert this time, then," he said, and tugged me off the lamppost.
What?
"Hey, wait. Let me get my clothes."
"The System will get them to us later."
Wait, was he going to drag me through the city naked?! I knew there was no one around, but still!
Anyway, I let him.
Thankfully, it didn't seem to be far.
Llewellyn found my lips again as he pulled me a few doors down the road, then pushed the door of a rather picturesque shop open and steered me in.
Huh? What?
…Wait.
"Is this a… chocolate shop?" I asked, perplexed.
This place was wild, all glass, marble, and cream accents, with gold and peach-colored ornaments scattered around, most of which in the shapes of spheres—some even hanging from the ceiling, and, I suspected, full of chocolate too. The walls had row after row of handmade tiny cakes in every shape imaginable, truffles, pralines—all covered in chocolate, while tall glass containers featured tons of small chocolate eggs or round dragées or whatever those were.
The scent of chocolate was everywhere.
Llewellyn ushered me forward, looking a bit predatory.
"What—" I started, until I could see it. On the left side of the shop, facing the window display, was a massive round sofa that looked more like a circular bed.
I stared. "Why is there a bed in a—"
Llewellyn pushed me down onto it.
Huh.
I sank into it immediately. The whole thing was absurdly plush.
Llewellyn followed right after, bracing over me.
"This is your idea of dessert?" I asked.
"One of them," Llewellyn said, and then we were kissing again.
The whole shop smelled amazing, the only sound coming from the chocolate fountains visible behind Llewellyn, with dark and white chocolate cascading down three tiers. Between the location and Llewellyn pressing me down, my brain was starting to melt.
"We're in a shop," I pointed out with a gasp when Llewellyn lined us up again.
"My Core Partition," he corrected, catching my lower lip with his teeth. "My rules. Unless you wanted to be bent over that public mailbox next to the—"
Why was he giving me ideas!!! I shut him up by yanking him into a kiss.
Through the window in front of us, the empty street stretched out, lit by those old-fashioned streetlamps and modern screens.
"Your clothes should be off too," I said, going for his coat and sweater and throwing them to the side.
He'd tucked himself away earlier, but his trousers were still unbuttoned, and he looked— I swallowed at the sight, then tugged them down.
Llewellyn took everything off and climbed back on top of me.
A split second later, he took my wrists and pinned them above my head with one hand.
Well, fuck.
I tested the grip, though I had no intention of escaping, and the pressure made my breath catch.
"Problem?" Llewellyn asked against my mouth.
I leaned in and bit down on his lower lip.
Llewellyn's free hand traced down my side, and I arched up trying to get more contact, but he pulled back to make me chase him.
"Bastard," I muttered.
Llewellyn laughed, then sucked a mark where my neck met my shoulder. I gasped, hips jerking up involuntarily.
The plush surface beneath us gave with every movement, making it harder to get leverage—which meant I couldn't flip us even if I wanted to.
Llewellyn's mouth moved lower, sucking as it went, teeth scraping against my skin. Whenever he tightened his hand around my wrists, my hips bucked up.
"Looks like you're even more into this than I thought," Llewellyn said, not a question.
"Your observation skills are truly—ah—exceptional."
He slid up to look at me again.
I mouthed at his shoulder, biting down a bit in retaliation, and Llewellyn let out a noise. He let go of my wrists to grab my hips instead, pulling me against him in a way that made us both groan. My hands immediately went to his hair, tugging hard.
"Careful," Llewellyn warned, eyes dark, but there was humor in them.
"Or what?"
The sofa-bed thing was wide enough that we could be fully splayed out on it and move around without falling off.
Llewellyn seemed to consider me for a moment. "Or I might put your mouth to better use."
Uh.
"Or—" he added before I could give my blessing to that plan. His fingers slid down—found their destination and circled, waiting. I shuddered. "—Maybe something else."
Uh. Fuck.
"Yeah," I said, gasping a bit. I was burning up. "Both. Either. Whichever you want first. Just do something."
Llewellyn looked at me, amused. He caught my wrists again and leaned in, teeth catching my bottom lip, stretching it. Then without releasing my wrists, he sat back and opened the System window, purchasing something from the shop.
I watched three different vials materialize on the bed next to us, but Llewellyn pushed them aside and leaned in again.
"I'd like your mouth first, then," he said against my lips, tugging my hair like I'd done earlier but also… gently pushing my head down. "If you're so keen."
Uh. Well, damn.